Submissions by kinalishohe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity " Edgar Allan Poe
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jul 2020 12:43pm
24th Jul 2020 12:43pm
I am angry
Always condescending They and I
no in between.
My own words fuelling my anger
couldn't stop.
(thinking I'm home) delusion.
Mending relationships bound by grudges,
all this concealment.
Angry for having to be a clown.
(thinking I'm home) delusion.
Being a coward in the light,
living and dying.
Angry for being my own enemy.
(thinking I'm home) delusion.
Taking the best from this ink,
wanting to forget.
Searching and crying but engraved.
Angry that I still can't find it.
(thinking I'm home)...
no in between.
My own words fuelling my anger
couldn't stop.
(thinking I'm home) delusion.
Mending relationships bound by grudges,
all this concealment.
Angry for having to be a clown.
(thinking I'm home) delusion.
Being a coward in the light,
living and dying.
Angry for being my own enemy.
(thinking I'm home) delusion.
Taking the best from this ink,
wanting to forget.
Searching and crying but engraved.
Angry that I still can't find it.
(thinking I'm home)...
#anger
#despair
#emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2019 10:35am
25th Sep 2019 10:35am
Superpower I wish I had
If I could wish for a wish
then I would wish I could kill
I would kill my sadness
of sadness unknown
I would kill my loneliness
of loneliness unseen
I would kill my love
of love unsaid
When all my feelings is killed
I would kill me
descend in oblivion if I could
If I could wish for a wish
then I would wish I could kill
then I would wish I could kill
I would kill my sadness
of sadness unknown
I would kill my loneliness
of loneliness unseen
I would kill my love
of love unsaid
When all my feelings is killed
I would kill me
descend in oblivion if I could
If I could wish for a wish
then I would wish I could kill
#sadness
#dark
#despair
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2019 6:59pm
4th Sep 2019 6:59pm
ENDLESS
Love a trite but I write, if I don't write what else do I have?
Love him so much I have forgotten how to love
It's madness they say
If so it seems wonderful
To die again and again for him death would wonder
In wind I would still love him
In the burning flames I would still love him
In his rejection I would still love him
If I cannot feel anything I would still love him
It's raining but I cannot feel the rain
I'm crying but I cannot feel my tears
I'll always love him with a love that's beyond love
Love him so much I have forgotten how to love
It's madness they say
If so it seems wonderful
To die again and again for him death would wonder
In wind I would still love him
In the burning flames I would still love him
In his rejection I would still love him
If I cannot feel anything I would still love him
It's raining but I cannot feel the rain
I'm crying but I cannot feel my tears
I'll always love him with a love that's beyond love
#sadness
#love
#dark #FreeVerse
#dark #FreeVerse
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DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2019 5:37pm
17th May 2019 5:37pm
FEAR
I fear, that's the beginning.
What I fear is fathomless.
Where to start? I fear that too.
What am I looking for? I don't know, I fear that too.
What is it that I cannot overcome? I fear that too.
I say it's okay to myself, I fear that too.
It's ironical, metaphorical, hypothetical,
judgemental, detrimental.
It's rhyming and I fear that too.
A vicious cycle, no bigger words to describe it further.
I fear, that's the ending.
What I fear is fathomless.
Where to start? I fear that too.
What am I looking for? I don't know, I fear that too.
What is it that I cannot overcome? I fear that too.
I say it's okay to myself, I fear that too.
It's ironical, metaphorical, hypothetical,
judgemental, detrimental.
It's rhyming and I fear that too.
A vicious cycle, no bigger words to describe it further.
I fear, that's the ending.
#dark
#suffering
#nightmares #dystopian
#nightmares #dystopian
499 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2019 3:20pm
29th Jan 2019 3:20pm
Ambiguity Of Empty Mind
If I were to think I'd die today, would "I"?
Influence is always on Circumstances.
I think there are no rules
but if I were to follow is it a crime?
"Words" even without it I'd say it would all rhyme.
Irony?
So if I were to think I'd die today would "I"?
or have I died for I have thought .
Maybe...
Influence is always on Circumstances.
I think there are no rules
but if I were to follow is it a crime?
"Words" even without it I'd say it would all rhyme.
Irony?
So if I were to think I'd die today would "I"?
or have I died for I have thought .
Maybe...
#confusion
#emptiness
#FreeVerse
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2018 9:41pm
8th Jun 2018 9:41pm
Paradox
What I thought I was, was I really that?
What I think I am, am I really that?
Fear of everything is a very heavy burden,
How would it feel to lose this fear?
How would it feel to be positive?
Wanting to embrace death yet to fear it these whims of mine is out of my grasp.
I want love when I'm already loved,
I want freedom when I'm already free,
Why do I feel empty and cold?
All the words are dying,
What is it that my soul is asking for?
As I get ready to self destruct, it really seems beautiful and all I could think is of the...
What I think I am, am I really that?
Fear of everything is a very heavy burden,
How would it feel to lose this fear?
How would it feel to be positive?
Wanting to embrace death yet to fear it these whims of mine is out of my grasp.
I want love when I'm already loved,
I want freedom when I'm already free,
Why do I feel empty and cold?
All the words are dying,
What is it that my soul is asking for?
As I get ready to self destruct, it really seems beautiful and all I could think is of the...
#identity
#mystery
666 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2017 11:28pm
20th Nov 2017 11:28pm
Enigmatic
To write give a poem.
A mind like on stars,
stars that's out of reach.
Deep and deeper than the depth
of the ocean.
Solving can only make you wonder,
because there is nothing that can be
understood rather just to assume.
For a moment it was a pleasure
taking you to dreams undreamt.
A mind like on stars,
stars that's out of reach.
Deep and deeper than the depth
of the ocean.
Solving can only make you wonder,
because there is nothing that can be
understood rather just to assume.
For a moment it was a pleasure
taking you to dreams undreamt.
#PopCulture
563 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 11:27pm
18th Nov 2017 11:27pm
Who Am I ?
I knew I wasn't pretty and so
a melancholic lie was born.
It's deadly and unstoppable, an
illusion that I chose to make it my reality.
For searching for veracity is a
beautiful lie to myself and maybe leading to a tragic end.
It started to grow in me and it soon became me, and without it I didn't
know who I was anymore. Frozen in
time, I'm bounded in my own fears
and insecurities.
Envious of the sparkling world, lying became my religion and as the cynic
in me tried to embrace nihilism my lost motive awoke
...
a melancholic lie was born.
It's deadly and unstoppable, an
illusion that I chose to make it my reality.
For searching for veracity is a
beautiful lie to myself and maybe leading to a tragic end.
It started to grow in me and it soon became me, and without it I didn't
know who I was anymore. Frozen in
time, I'm bounded in my own fears
and insecurities.
Envious of the sparkling world, lying became my religion and as the cynic
in me tried to embrace nihilism my lost motive awoke
...
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
600 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 7:24pm
10th Nov 2017 7:24pm
Poetic Grave
It's a beautiful day !
Shady and gloomy inside the
box and it's filled with tranquillity.
A long dreamless dream it's such
a sweet irony, just eternity
of nothing how wonderful isn't it ?
In that black dress she's laying with
her red delusional fantasy and all
soaked up in her beautiful dark art.
She loves death and it's so strong
that even death is afraid to die.
And when she made death her muse
it became dangerous even for demons.
Oh !!! what a poetic grave it is.
Shady and gloomy inside the
box and it's filled with tranquillity.
A long dreamless dream it's such
a sweet irony, just eternity
of nothing how wonderful isn't it ?
In that black dress she's laying with
her red delusional fantasy and all
soaked up in her beautiful dark art.
She loves death and it's so strong
that even death is afraid to die.
And when she made death her muse
it became dangerous even for demons.
Oh !!! what a poetic grave it is.
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter #tragedy
#LifeAsAWriter #tragedy
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