Submissions by mattpiskorowski
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Introduce myself as a poet...? Well, I write from the heart. I write about things that effect my everyday life. I always welcome honest critique, in face I encourage it. I love poetry. Nobody knows I write, it's my little secret:)
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 11:10pm
11th Feb 2015 11:10pm
What I See
Looking at my reflection is like looking through glass.
It would appear clear what I see is nothing to bask.
Looking in the mirror is like looking at a stranger.
It would appear obvious what I see is full of anger.
As I look at time captured frozen in a picture.
It would appear known what I see an unknown fixture.
Walking past a store front I see my reflection.
What I see seems like impersonation.
It would appear clear what I see is nothing to bask.
Looking in the mirror is like looking at a stranger.
It would appear obvious what I see is full of anger.
As I look at time captured frozen in a picture.
It would appear known what I see an unknown fixture.
Walking past a store front I see my reflection.
What I see seems like impersonation.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 11:01am
9th Feb 2015 11:01am
Whispering Demons
An overwhelming feeling surges from within.
I can see the darkness start to begin.
A surge of a demon stirring inside.
A disease I swore to leave behind.
Grasping and clawing for a way out.
Constantly it searches for a new route.
Tormenting my mind every breathing second.
Clouding my thoughts with a persuasive beckon.
Tainting my heart and creating a blackness.
Consuming my soul displaying a sadness.
Whispers in my ears its just a matter of time.
Voices crying out that you're simply mine.
Idleness draws the days out steeper.
While boredom...
I can see the darkness start to begin.
A surge of a demon stirring inside.
A disease I swore to leave behind.
Grasping and clawing for a way out.
Constantly it searches for a new route.
Tormenting my mind every breathing second.
Clouding my thoughts with a persuasive beckon.
Tainting my heart and creating a blackness.
Consuming my soul displaying a sadness.
Whispers in my ears its just a matter of time.
Voices crying out that you're simply mine.
Idleness draws the days out steeper.
While boredom...
890 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 6:32am
6th Feb 2015 6:32am
Stranger's Eyes
Through my eyes I see the shadow of a man.
Looking into his eyes makes me question everything I am.
A soul corrupted by demons within.
A man who lives his life in sin.
Hidden behind the green a fire burns.
Bursting through his pupils an evilness turns.
His eyes stare right through my essence.
Digging up all my painful trials and lessons.
A brief lock of the eyes feels like a lifetime.
Like this man has walked all the same lines.
Forcing me to confront all of my demons.
Feeding off my sorrow his only reason.
Gleaming with hatred directed at me....
Looking into his eyes makes me question everything I am.
A soul corrupted by demons within.
A man who lives his life in sin.
Hidden behind the green a fire burns.
Bursting through his pupils an evilness turns.
His eyes stare right through my essence.
Digging up all my painful trials and lessons.
A brief lock of the eyes feels like a lifetime.
Like this man has walked all the same lines.
Forcing me to confront all of my demons.
Feeding off my sorrow his only reason.
Gleaming with hatred directed at me....
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 5:20am
30th Jan 2015 5:20am
Confined to the Mind
Staring off into the nothingness that surrounds.
Alone in my head.
Boredom and loneliness occupy these grounds.
All socializing dead.
Restless and eager to scratch my way out.
Seclusion consumes.
Fortified and walled off from any route.
A confined existence blooms.
Connections and relations completely fade.
Everything torn.
Lost and confused I feel unmade.
Resentments are born.
Pleading and screaming for a purpose at hand.
Words unanswered.
Wondering and pondering what's in for me.
The mind tortured.
Alone in my head.
Boredom and loneliness occupy these grounds.
All socializing dead.
Restless and eager to scratch my way out.
Seclusion consumes.
Fortified and walled off from any route.
A confined existence blooms.
Connections and relations completely fade.
Everything torn.
Lost and confused I feel unmade.
Resentments are born.
Pleading and screaming for a purpose at hand.
Words unanswered.
Wondering and pondering what's in for me.
The mind tortured.
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 7:10am
23rd Jan 2015 7:10am
Inside the Mind
A darkness conquers all that feebly stands tall.
Unable to be pierced by any luminous light.
Demented schemes lie in the shadows.
Sinister plots hide in plain sight.
Demonic deeds materialize into existence.
Hopes and dreams held to imprisonment.
Voices chatter from around the corners.
Demons whispering what is right.
Troubles flood all throughout this realm.
Every second is a new plague.
God has seemed to abandoned any leftover grace.
Hate flows as oxygen to the thoughts.
Sanity is something all have left behind.
These are the events inside...
Unable to be pierced by any luminous light.
Demented schemes lie in the shadows.
Sinister plots hide in plain sight.
Demonic deeds materialize into existence.
Hopes and dreams held to imprisonment.
Voices chatter from around the corners.
Demons whispering what is right.
Troubles flood all throughout this realm.
Every second is a new plague.
God has seemed to abandoned any leftover grace.
Hate flows as oxygen to the thoughts.
Sanity is something all have left behind.
These are the events inside...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2015 00:31am
21st Jan 2015 00:31am
Black Hole
A black hole consumes my heart within.
Sucking up all sense of anything.
My loves and hates begin to haze.
Understanding of myself slowly fades.
Try to flood the hole to drown the blame.
No matter the booze the hole remains.
Killing aspirations with a ravenous haste.
My life looks more like an incredulous waste.
Stuck in an everlasting lingering space.
This black hole seems to drag me from every place.
Eating all that comes its way,
it would appear my future is becoming astray.
Worn down by the negative pull of it's gravity.
This black hole...
Sucking up all sense of anything.
My loves and hates begin to haze.
Understanding of myself slowly fades.
Try to flood the hole to drown the blame.
No matter the booze the hole remains.
Killing aspirations with a ravenous haste.
My life looks more like an incredulous waste.
Stuck in an everlasting lingering space.
This black hole seems to drag me from every place.
Eating all that comes its way,
it would appear my future is becoming astray.
Worn down by the negative pull of it's gravity.
This black hole...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2015 00:29am
21st Jan 2015 00:29am
Frozen Habitat
Dark, gray, and cloudy skies.
Daggers silently whisping by.
Bones boycott the idea of comfort.
Muscles convulsing from the torture.
The wind howls like the wolf at full moon.
The white abyss underneath your shoes.
The air bites but leaves no marks.
Your setting devours down to your heart.
Heavy lungs as it all weighs you down.
The constant beating goes round and round.
No way to prepare for natures forced fold.
No way to overcome the bitter cold.
Daggers silently whisping by.
Bones boycott the idea of comfort.
Muscles convulsing from the torture.
The wind howls like the wolf at full moon.
The white abyss underneath your shoes.
The air bites but leaves no marks.
Your setting devours down to your heart.
Heavy lungs as it all weighs you down.
The constant beating goes round and round.
No way to prepare for natures forced fold.
No way to overcome the bitter cold.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 7:48pm
17th Jan 2015 7:48pm
Through the Eyes
Lustful thoughts conceived by the mind.
Selfish thoughts of a next time.
Chaos breeds from deep within.
Anarchy reigns as the brain spins.
Heart aches for another chance.
The soul begs for another dance.
Limbs shake in vengeful protest.
Your memory conveniently disregards the rest.
Saliva conquers a very desperate mouth.
And a pathetic you considers ignoring your vow.
Life contorts from beauty to the beast.
Self desires playing host to the demon's feast.
A beautiful sunrise becomes an annoying light.
A glorious sunset brings on a...
Selfish thoughts of a next time.
Chaos breeds from deep within.
Anarchy reigns as the brain spins.
Heart aches for another chance.
The soul begs for another dance.
Limbs shake in vengeful protest.
Your memory conveniently disregards the rest.
Saliva conquers a very desperate mouth.
And a pathetic you considers ignoring your vow.
Life contorts from beauty to the beast.
Self desires playing host to the demon's feast.
A beautiful sunrise becomes an annoying light.
A glorious sunset brings on a...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 7:46pm
17th Jan 2015 7:46pm
Life Completely Sober
The virgin skin singes from the luminous sun.
Frail and fragile, and exposed.
This new skin pleads for its former cover.
A thin layer of now shedded skin.
The new skin is bare and brittle.
Unadapted to this unforgiving world.
The skin is still vernal and crude.
Unveiled now for the vicious predator...
Life.
These reincarnated eyes are overly consumed.
This new world is overwhelming.
The eyes struggle to process all that's around.
Blocked by clouded darkness for far too long.
A radiant light pierces the eyes from the sky....
Frail and fragile, and exposed.
This new skin pleads for its former cover.
A thin layer of now shedded skin.
The new skin is bare and brittle.
Unadapted to this unforgiving world.
The skin is still vernal and crude.
Unveiled now for the vicious predator...
Life.
These reincarnated eyes are overly consumed.
This new world is overwhelming.
The eyes struggle to process all that's around.
Blocked by clouded darkness for far too long.
A radiant light pierces the eyes from the sky....
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Dec 2014 3:23am
25th Dec 2014 3:23am
Disconnected
Looking at those big brown eyes.
Seeing nothing but the wall that stands behind.
Hearing the words that come from that mouth.
Frequency as still as the darkness about.
Observing a touch on some hardened skin.
Knowing to myself I should feel the sting.
A silhouette stands as if I were blind.
Reality sets in as humanity subsides.
An innocent animal locked in a cage.
Ignorantly it thinks the feeling is rage.
A shirt that needs some serious straightening.
An iron of course; no contemplating.
A punching bag in which you vent everything....
Seeing nothing but the wall that stands behind.
Hearing the words that come from that mouth.
Frequency as still as the darkness about.
Observing a touch on some hardened skin.
Knowing to myself I should feel the sting.
A silhouette stands as if I were blind.
Reality sets in as humanity subsides.
An innocent animal locked in a cage.
Ignorantly it thinks the feeling is rage.
A shirt that needs some serious straightening.
An iron of course; no contemplating.
A punching bag in which you vent everything....
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 1:01am
23rd Dec 2014 1:01am
Uncommon Dreams
Secrets of the world sit at my fingertips.
Unknown successes await to be unlocked.
Potential bursting from the seems.
Still afraid to live out my dreams.
Spotlight burns the skin from birth.
This last name has cast a huge shadow.
Youth has blinded any aspiration.
Or is it wisdom that blocks my determination?
Ridicule retorts from any question.
Words fall upon deaf ears.
Trying to explain the distorted view.
My attempts of understanding fall through.
A lack of desire to succeed bleeds.
Maybe its a fight of conformity....
Unknown successes await to be unlocked.
Potential bursting from the seems.
Still afraid to live out my dreams.
Spotlight burns the skin from birth.
This last name has cast a huge shadow.
Youth has blinded any aspiration.
Or is it wisdom that blocks my determination?
Ridicule retorts from any question.
Words fall upon deaf ears.
Trying to explain the distorted view.
My attempts of understanding fall through.
A lack of desire to succeed bleeds.
Maybe its a fight of conformity....
697 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2014 10:30pm
19th Dec 2014 10:30pm
At The Cross in the Road
Welcome back to this familiar place.
The life of a drifter can't be vague.
From city to city, and state to state.
A drifter will bounce at any random date.
Trapped in a corner, defense extends.
Stuck where I am, no choice but to defend.
The choices will circle around my brain.
Here, there, when's my next train?
Back to the wasteland of rain and smoke?
Everything left there is a hoax.
No friends, no family, no one who cares.
The one's who do will die before seeing me there.
Back to hell and all it's fiery dreams?
I can't go back if I wish to...
The life of a drifter can't be vague.
From city to city, and state to state.
A drifter will bounce at any random date.
Trapped in a corner, defense extends.
Stuck where I am, no choice but to defend.
The choices will circle around my brain.
Here, there, when's my next train?
Back to the wasteland of rain and smoke?
Everything left there is a hoax.
No friends, no family, no one who cares.
The one's who do will die before seeing me there.
Back to hell and all it's fiery dreams?
I can't go back if I wish to...
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