Submissions by kira_ronin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Herder of my own fate
I told myself I could be an artist.
Control myself while tearing apart my canvas.
But then, I became the son of Saturn in Goya's walls.
Never innocent, never triumphant.
Only condemned for all eternity to the pain and suffering of the torments of its creator.
My body was that canvas,
Hiden behind lies and shame.
My scars the terrifying and misjudged masterpiece
made from the sum of human wretchedness.
But who am I,
To condemn you for murder
When I am already this fate herder,
Who in portions...
Control myself while tearing apart my canvas.
But then, I became the son of Saturn in Goya's walls.
Never innocent, never triumphant.
Only condemned for all eternity to the pain and suffering of the torments of its creator.
My body was that canvas,
Hiden behind lies and shame.
My scars the terrifying and misjudged masterpiece
made from the sum of human wretchedness.
But who am I,
To condemn you for murder
When I am already this fate herder,
Who in portions...
#forgiveness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
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Killer
They called him the painter
An artist - they said,
His unique skills were what amazed
In this cicle of dead.
On his palate only one colour,
Red - all sorts of red,
And with one stroke of his brush everything was painted the way he said.
They see the kindness of an angel
But once alone with his canvas
His innocence vanish, covered with melancolic sadness.
The way he paint
The way his sharp brush ripps the canvas,
It was his skills that killed
It was his mind that sinned.
An artist - they said,
His unique skills were what amazed
In this cicle of dead.
On his palate only one colour,
Red - all sorts of red,
And with one stroke of his brush everything was painted the way he said.
They see the kindness of an angel
But once alone with his canvas
His innocence vanish, covered with melancolic sadness.
The way he paint
The way his sharp brush ripps the canvas,
It was his skills that killed
It was his mind that sinned.
#sadness
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#art
#metaphor
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What torture can not kill
In the silence is my sentence
In my soul a vain repentence;
Trying so hard to hide
Whats standing on my side;
Thats what i've been
Thats what this is,
This agony that i dont dare to show
This suffocating sense of woe
Between the suffering and the will
Wich torture can not kill.
In my soul a vain repentence;
Trying so hard to hide
Whats standing on my side;
Thats what i've been
Thats what this is,
This agony that i dont dare to show
This suffocating sense of woe
Between the suffering and the will
Wich torture can not kill.
#secrets
#mirror
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection
#suffering
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Masochist
Why do we enjoy
breaking our hearts so much
Knowing the pain comes along with the slightest touch?
We share images of terror
Then call it "beautiful"
We listen to music that tears us apart
We watch movies
That we know will end up breaking our hearts.
breaking our hearts so much
Knowing the pain comes along with the slightest touch?
We share images of terror
Then call it "beautiful"
We listen to music that tears us apart
We watch movies
That we know will end up breaking our hearts.
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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ignorance
We degrade each other,
we degrade ourselves;
we never read the books we just knock them off the shelves.
Judging by the covers
dont believe in nothing else
cause a person aint shit if they aint high up on their wealth's.
we degrade ourselves;
we never read the books we just knock them off the shelves.
Judging by the covers
dont believe in nothing else
cause a person aint shit if they aint high up on their wealth's.
#anger
#grief
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
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