Submissions by lupus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i'm not the best writer but i have a voice in my words that you'll understand
Caged
If I am free and have so many rights than why do I feel locked up like my life is in a bind? I see myself as an animal locked in a cage, if I could free anything it’d be mind so it’s not set ablaze, cause if my mind stays locked up then how could I express my thoughts and dealings because my heart won’t dare to confess my broken ill feelings.
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I can’t see the truth behind your lies, blinded by what I believe to be love in this cold world of mine, consumed by doubt built on with low self-esteem I wish you didn’t see me or at least the way I’m portrayed to be. I want to be your knight in shining armor instead I’m known to be a coward, a sheep waiting to be devoured.
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Unspoken
My mind lost in a sea of words, yet I still can’t find the right things to say to you. I want to make her mine but it’s like a thief comes and steals the words before they leave my mouth so I stumble and trip looking foolish in your eyes. When I do find the words you love hearing them like a bee loves the sweet nectar of a flower you’re attracted to them as if my words are a beacon of safety and truth. I’m not asking for your heart or love, instead give me your trust so when you feel that hurt or doubt you can come to me for reassurance that you are beautiful and can accomplish anything.
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The End (suicide awareness)
I have a bullet with my name on it and a razor with my blood dripping from it, this pain or better yet this pleasure is indescribable. They thought that their physical, verbal, and mental abuse would break me but all they do is add more reminders on my body of things they’ve done to me. I’m numb to the world around me only my tormenters know how to faze me into causing this secret pleasure. I wonder how they would handle the suffering if we switched would they accept defeat with a rope, meds, a bullet, or a sharp pierce to the skin. I wonder how many would care if my life was to stop at an...
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MY FRIEND (EN)EMY
I have a freind and his name is death we've made a deal or a secret if you wish, he'll give me freedom he'll give me life as long as no one knows our deal until my dying last breath. So he leaves me to think about this till the next night, he returns and finds me smiling in a chair with a gun aimed at him and and another in my face....BAM!!! I wonder who took their dying last breath.
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I’m not ready to die but I know when my time comes I’ll welcome death with a smile, but hopefully I’ve found peace and forgiveness before I depart from my body and mind.
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Creature
I feel the creature growing within me, devouring the stress, anger, frustration I hold inside. I keep battling the creature in fear of losing everyone close to me due to the creatures’ words and actions, so I fight the creature within and only growing stronger on peaceful days which are few. So the question is how much longer must I battle the me within until I fail and lose everyone I hold close to my heart?
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Man
Great changes can come from one man, I can build a city or destroy their homes even though I am one man, I can create a family and love them forever or mess up their lives and leave them withered. I am one man and I will always choose to be their forever.
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Damn Tupac you and Biggie changed the rap game in a scurry, but don’t be bothered we all know it was Suge knight who made the rap game dirty, so Rest In Peace while you buried because these whack ass “rappers” will be gone quick fast and in a hurry.
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Sickness
I’m sick and yet no one knows, they don’t see the symptoms that I hide because my sickness is contagious, my sickness I hold close because it has been around since the beginning of time. My lust for bloodshed is starting to become overwhelming desiring to watch the pain and hurt on the people’s faces whom have harmed me, yet I know if I do this then my sickness will spread, and that the next person who catches this will want to see my blood and hurt, causing the sickness to spread yet again making someone want to harm the person who hurt me. This sickness or lust for vengeance is hard to...
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Lies
Unknown lies are seen as the truth, lips oozing and festering with poisonous toxin, causing hearts to harden and sink faster than a stone thrown into a river, yet the heart breaks so easily like glass striking the ground bursting into pieces freezing your veins.
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Peace
In solitude I’m at peace with the world, yet I’m at war with my mind. As thoughts and memories flood my mind, I feel myself dying on the inside, and yet I still find peace in this world.
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