Submissions by kissthesky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2020 1:33pm
16th Apr 2020 1:33pm
knick knack cadillac, i swear i'm not the one
we're told that
a great vagician never reveals
their psychosis
but
how awkward a moment
for thee
to find it's 8am on the dot,
another thursday morning,
harrowing and frozen
while you're laying upon limbs, stretched and taut
positioned with poise
in proper snow angel format
sprawling the bed
from end to end
with an open bottle of budweiser in each hand, when you spot an ole pal,
tis
jesus...
a great vagician never reveals
their psychosis
but
how awkward a moment
for thee
to find it's 8am on the dot,
another thursday morning,
harrowing and frozen
while you're laying upon limbs, stretched and taut
positioned with poise
in proper snow angel format
sprawling the bed
from end to end
with an open bottle of budweiser in each hand, when you spot an ole pal,
tis
jesus...
#MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 11:59pm
25th Mar 2020 11:59pm
it's always been you
i had never found
brown eyes
to
be so much an awe-inspiring
attribute;
simply an attribute
whose only elegance
owes due credit
to
any minute downpour
from glistening pools of sunshine
that manage such contact by
casting overhead;
brown eyes- i could never deem
particularly special,
or
inherently striking,
until
i felt the embodied weight
of
my own vessel
slowly
collapsing, yet only to be
quickly paralyzed
in a climactic pleasure comprised of...
brown eyes
to
be so much an awe-inspiring
attribute;
simply an attribute
whose only elegance
owes due credit
to
any minute downpour
from glistening pools of sunshine
that manage such contact by
casting overhead;
brown eyes- i could never deem
particularly special,
or
inherently striking,
until
i felt the embodied weight
of
my own vessel
slowly
collapsing, yet only to be
quickly paralyzed
in a climactic pleasure comprised of...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2019 8:20pm
28th Apr 2019 8:20pm
Run-on, you crazy dia... sentence.
Thank you for cordially expending so much of your time with me;
for exuding such an open-mind when tasked with involvement in my personal interests alongside me; for entertaining me, endlessly, despite whatever circumstances we're facing for the night, and how needy I can be;
for never hesitating to have my back when it is warranted, for listening to me speak and share my thoughts for hours; always actively engaging me while treating the substance of my words with a surprising sense of significance;
for being accepting and considerate of opinions that greatly differ from...
for exuding such an open-mind when tasked with involvement in my personal interests alongside me; for entertaining me, endlessly, despite whatever circumstances we're facing for the night, and how needy I can be;
for never hesitating to have my back when it is warranted, for listening to me speak and share my thoughts for hours; always actively engaging me while treating the substance of my words with a surprising sense of significance;
for being accepting and considerate of opinions that greatly differ from...
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2016 7:57pm
9th Dec 2016 7:57pm
chapter two: the beatings continue
Carrying a piece of
you
inside of
me,
like an anchor
wrapped tightly around my
ankle.
One that is
slowly
casting me to the bottom
of an unforgiving sea.
The waves
crashing upon a shore
littered
with forgotten words of
"I love you."
Broken pieces of glass
buried within the sand,
chipping away
at the heart we've shared.
Frantically ripping apart
the walls of our home,
to use as driftwood
required to save
myself
from you.
But the splinters in my hands
will...
you
inside of
me,
like an anchor
wrapped tightly around my
ankle.
One that is
slowly
casting me to the bottom
of an unforgiving sea.
The waves
crashing upon a shore
littered
with forgotten words of
"I love you."
Broken pieces of glass
buried within the sand,
chipping away
at the heart we've shared.
Frantically ripping apart
the walls of our home,
to use as driftwood
required to save
myself
from you.
But the splinters in my hands
will...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2016 9:25pm
7th Oct 2016 9:25pm
the exotic and erotic adventures of drew p. and pinkman
You were once my protector,
my keeper,
my lover..
However, you are now nothing more than
my most vicious
and violent
assaillant.
He,
who so desperately digs
and digs
to uncover the last bits of his
majesty;
The remains he once buried somewhere
within the depths
of her barely-beating,
sunken chest.
Giving no regard to the scuffs and scratches
being imposed upon her
freshly polished Cherry Oak finish.
Nor any mind paid
to a love so pure,
slowly buried
more so and...
my keeper,
my lover..
However, you are now nothing more than
my most vicious
and violent
assaillant.
He,
who so desperately digs
and digs
to uncover the last bits of his
majesty;
The remains he once buried somewhere
within the depths
of her barely-beating,
sunken chest.
Giving no regard to the scuffs and scratches
being imposed upon her
freshly polished Cherry Oak finish.
Nor any mind paid
to a love so pure,
slowly buried
more so and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 6:13am
5th Oct 2015 6:13am
miscellaneous love
I tried to
save
you
from
drowning,
but you held me beneath the water
to keep yourself
afloat.
Steadily sinking further
down,
down,
down.
I will not escape this fate unscathed.
Cries for help suddenly silenced, muffled by your loving hand gripped tightly around my
mouth.
Asphyxiating in the depths of this raging ocean,
created
within the beating of our own two hearts.
Unsure if I will see the dawn of tomorrow,...
save
you
from
drowning,
but you held me beneath the water
to keep yourself
afloat.
Steadily sinking further
down,
down,
down.
I will not escape this fate unscathed.
Cries for help suddenly silenced, muffled by your loving hand gripped tightly around my
mouth.
Asphyxiating in the depths of this raging ocean,
created
within the beating of our own two hearts.
Unsure if I will see the dawn of tomorrow,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 4:03am
31st Aug 2015 4:03am
pirates of the porcelain sea
drip, drop,
drip,
says the pitter-patter of
the rain
as it trickles incessantly,
from atop the roof
onto
the gravel below.
drip, drop,
drip,
says the perpetual rhythm of
such serene surroundings,
making way for a certain calmness
to take the place of the roar
billowing from our
savage hearts,
as it
allows a
more mellow melody,
to take hold,
to take captivity of
our souls.
here i stand,
skimming, caressing
every line
and crease
from the palm of your hand. ...
drip,
says the pitter-patter of
the rain
as it trickles incessantly,
from atop the roof
onto
the gravel below.
drip, drop,
drip,
says the perpetual rhythm of
such serene surroundings,
making way for a certain calmness
to take the place of the roar
billowing from our
savage hearts,
as it
allows a
more mellow melody,
to take hold,
to take captivity of
our souls.
here i stand,
skimming, caressing
every line
and crease
from the palm of your hand. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2015 9:53pm
20th Jul 2015 9:53pm
dear boyfriend
I am a terrible person.
I'm sorry you feel
obligated to be romantically
involved with me.
I do not deserve your respect,
so I should
probably stop asking for it.
I am not worthy of kind words and easy hands.
All I do is make you mad.
I'm sorry.
I know I'm difficult,
thus validating your hateful, raging outbursts.
Your anger.
All the wrong you've done upon me.
If I don't want you to call me fat, I should probably lose some weight.
If I don't want you to call me ugly, I should probably wear more make up on...
I'm sorry you feel
obligated to be romantically
involved with me.
I do not deserve your respect,
so I should
probably stop asking for it.
I am not worthy of kind words and easy hands.
All I do is make you mad.
I'm sorry.
I know I'm difficult,
thus validating your hateful, raging outbursts.
Your anger.
All the wrong you've done upon me.
If I don't want you to call me fat, I should probably lose some weight.
If I don't want you to call me ugly, I should probably wear more make up on...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 2:19pm
27th Apr 2015 2:19pm
is feeling miscellaneous.
Your heart is a breeding ground for hatred, and I cannot believe how long I've made it. The demonic depths of your soul paralyzed all that was holy inside of me. Somebody, please hide me. So that I might subsist in this Hell, until dawn, to see the sun rising.
At least once more.
Just once more.
Please once more.
At least once more.
Just once more.
Please once more.
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 11:01pm
8th Apr 2015 11:01pm
Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's methamphetamine
We fuck until our bodies collapse.
Burdened by the ache,
from every roll of smoke.
Inhaled,
exhaled.
Inhaled,
exhaled.
Love love love I love you.
Admiring,
your crystalline silhouette,
dancing behind my eyelids.
And I can't think,
I can't sleep, I can't sleep.
Mind racing,
wholly embracing the warmth
of two souls, entangled.
And intertwined,
In a passionate sweep of emotions.
The embodiment of love.
Do you hear that, my dear?
The ocean is calling us home.
Burdened by the ache,
from every roll of smoke.
Inhaled,
exhaled.
Inhaled,
exhaled.
Love love love I love you.
Admiring,
your crystalline silhouette,
dancing behind my eyelids.
And I can't think,
I can't sleep, I can't sleep.
Mind racing,
wholly embracing the warmth
of two souls, entangled.
And intertwined,
In a passionate sweep of emotions.
The embodiment of love.
Do you hear that, my dear?
The ocean is calling us home.
910 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 7:37am
18th Dec 2014 7:37am
Angrydrunkrant.
I try to drown my mind but even the liquor doesn't silence my thoughts, stumbling over words, and chairs, hopeless romantic? Yeah right bitch more like a hopeless fucking drunk with no real sense of direction, for the sake of your dignity, just stop now, before your fucking sanity caves and you choke to death on your own delirious idea of what life is.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 6:29pm
4th Nov 2014 6:29pm
Oh captain my captain
Oh, never mind me.
I'm a failure as a human being.
If it makes me happy, I'll destroy it
because I'm obsessed with self-loathing.
I'm a failure as a human being.
If it makes me happy, I'll destroy it
because I'm obsessed with self-loathing.
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