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
6th Jun 2014 3:14am
6th Jun 2014 3:14am
Man in the Mirror
In the mirror I see myself.
A dark, lost soul crying for help.
On the outside I'm tough.
To the world I am enough.
Society sees me as well built.
As someone without reason to wilt.
But let me tell you what my reflection screams.
Let me clear up these common dreams.
I am nothing more then a failure at best.
A junkie and fiend, like all the rest.
A drop out who won't fulfill his potential.
A delinquent who hurts unintentional.
A disgrace to my friends and family who care.
The...
A dark, lost soul crying for help.
On the outside I'm tough.
To the world I am enough.
Society sees me as well built.
As someone without reason to wilt.
But let me tell you what my reflection screams.
Let me clear up these common dreams.
I am nothing more then a failure at best.
A junkie and fiend, like all the rest.
A drop out who won't fulfill his potential.
A delinquent who hurts unintentional.
A disgrace to my friends and family who care.
The...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 5:27am
5th Jun 2014 5:27am
Don't They Know
Staring at the world that hates me so.
Wondering now, do they even know?
Know that this life I choose is a bit of both.
I enjoy every second, but will wind up a ghost.
They preach to me where it'll lead.
Like I haven't already seen.
They mistake my neglect for lack of care.
They have no idea that life's unfair.
Do they not know I wish I could run?
Move down the road into the setting Sun.
Do they not know I crave to get away?
Move somewhere far and very astray?
However life doesn't work...
Wondering now, do they even know?
Know that this life I choose is a bit of both.
I enjoy every second, but will wind up a ghost.
They preach to me where it'll lead.
Like I haven't already seen.
They mistake my neglect for lack of care.
They have no idea that life's unfair.
Do they not know I wish I could run?
Move down the road into the setting Sun.
Do they not know I crave to get away?
Move somewhere far and very astray?
However life doesn't work...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 3:35am
5th Jun 2014 3:35am
Loving the Irreplaceable
Loving the Irreplaceable:
Glowing like the most precious jewel in the world.
As beautiful as a receding sunset.
As vast as all seven of the great seas.
There is nothing more precious to me, my dear.
As majestic as the snow draped mountain tops.
Sparkling like a reflection on a horizon.
Diamonds fall short of your magnitude.
Words can't describe the feelings I have for you, my sweet baby girl .
Through thorns you've followed me.
Around the world, my partner you've always been.
To the edge of the...
Glowing like the most precious jewel in the world.
As beautiful as a receding sunset.
As vast as all seven of the great seas.
There is nothing more precious to me, my dear.
As majestic as the snow draped mountain tops.
Sparkling like a reflection on a horizon.
Diamonds fall short of your magnitude.
Words can't describe the feelings I have for you, my sweet baby girl .
Through thorns you've followed me.
Around the world, my partner you've always been.
To the edge of the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2014 00:47am
3rd Jun 2014 00:47am
Roads
I've heard that all roads lead to Rome.
And the Sun never sets on Britain's throne.
But to me, all roads lead away from home.
And no matter which path, I stand alone.
I've heard the path I walk will destroy.
And that it is a life without much joy.
But to me, this path blocks my pain's deploy.
And no matter the trail, I feel like the golden boy.
I've heard this trail is hidden to the common eye.
And that most who walk it, are sure to die.
But to me, this trail is most divine.
And no matter where...
And the Sun never sets on Britain's throne.
But to me, all roads lead away from home.
And no matter which path, I stand alone.
I've heard the path I walk will destroy.
And that it is a life without much joy.
But to me, this path blocks my pain's deploy.
And no matter the trail, I feel like the golden boy.
I've heard this trail is hidden to the common eye.
And that most who walk it, are sure to die.
But to me, this trail is most divine.
And no matter where...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 9:43pm
2nd Jun 2014 9:43pm
Natural Feelings
As beautiful as the night stars looking down at you.
As majestic as the wind.
As radiant as the Sun burns at high noon.
Here I'll begin.
As unique as the only redwood forest.
As deep as the ocean's floor.
As open as the day's sky is to us.
I have so much more.
You are the beauty to which I seek.
The love that I crave.
The woman that I do admire.
Tell me, is it all in vain?
As sweet as fresh unpicked berries.
As pale as a mountain.
As breathtaking as the...
As majestic as the wind.
As radiant as the Sun burns at high noon.
Here I'll begin.
As unique as the only redwood forest.
As deep as the ocean's floor.
As open as the day's sky is to us.
I have so much more.
You are the beauty to which I seek.
The love that I crave.
The woman that I do admire.
Tell me, is it all in vain?
As sweet as fresh unpicked berries.
As pale as a mountain.
As breathtaking as the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2013 2:58am
21st Sep 2013 2:58am
The Masterpiece
You stole my future.
Tormented my past.
Currently cloud my present.
A question, I must ask.
Why?
Why do I still love you?
Why would I crawl back?
Why? After all this bullshit...
Can I not see past?
Past all the harm,
and chaos you have brought.
Past all the lies and deceit?
It really is an art.
An artist of pitiful lives,
that is what you are.
Sad to see I'm your masterpiece.
And I'm the one at fault.
Tormented my past.
Currently cloud my present.
A question, I must ask.
Why?
Why do I still love you?
Why would I crawl back?
Why? After all this bullshit...
Can I not see past?
Past all the harm,
and chaos you have brought.
Past all the lies and deceit?
It really is an art.
An artist of pitiful lives,
that is what you are.
Sad to see I'm your masterpiece.
And I'm the one at fault.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2013 2:56am
21st Sep 2013 2:56am
Breakfast for One
I sit here shaking with anticipation.
I know what's coming seconds later.
I pull my breakfast from my pocket.
Grab my spoon it's time to eat.
Throw some water in the kettle.
Add some fire for the warmth.
Pull it up with my knife.
Here it is the time is right.
A meal for one is in order.
My hunger will be satisfied.
Use my knife to pierce the flesh.
There it is that rush again.
My hunger settles for the moment.
The moment until lunch arrives.
I know what's coming seconds later.
I pull my breakfast from my pocket.
Grab my spoon it's time to eat.
Throw some water in the kettle.
Add some fire for the warmth.
Pull it up with my knife.
Here it is the time is right.
A meal for one is in order.
My hunger will be satisfied.
Use my knife to pierce the flesh.
There it is that rush again.
My hunger settles for the moment.
The moment until lunch arrives.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 6:24pm
20th Sep 2013 6:24pm
Escape
"Hello everyone, my name is Matt and I'm a heroin addict.
My story? Well, sure. Let's start with my very bad habit.
You could call me a slave with a dominate master.
A mere peasant to this wicked creature,
A clever spell caster.
You could call me her puppet,
Strung out and along,
You could say oh my God, for how long?
The answer is 6.
6 long years.
Yes, Of course I'm filled with fear.
Fear because of all her relentless wrath.
Fear because her kindness never lasts.
She promised the world.
But that was a trap.
After a month I...
My story? Well, sure. Let's start with my very bad habit.
You could call me a slave with a dominate master.
A mere peasant to this wicked creature,
A clever spell caster.
You could call me her puppet,
Strung out and along,
You could say oh my God, for how long?
The answer is 6.
6 long years.
Yes, Of course I'm filled with fear.
Fear because of all her relentless wrath.
Fear because her kindness never lasts.
She promised the world.
But that was a trap.
After a month I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 5:36pm
20th Sep 2013 5:36pm
Relapse
Around and around,
And around I go.
When will this be over?
I don't fucking know.
Time and time,
And time again.
I sit here and ponder.
Where'd it all begin?
Around and around,
And around once more.
Never again.
Why the fuck did I score?
Over and over,
And over I lapse.
Sweet temptation.
I can't escape its grasps.
People and places,
And this disgusting thing.
Another relapse.
Fuck. I'm trapped again.
And around I go.
When will this be over?
I don't fucking know.
Time and time,
And time again.
I sit here and ponder.
Where'd it all begin?
Around and around,
And around once more.
Never again.
Why the fuck did I score?
Over and over,
And over I lapse.
Sweet temptation.
I can't escape its grasps.
People and places,
And this disgusting thing.
Another relapse.
Fuck. I'm trapped again.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 5:55am
14th Sep 2013 5:55am
Kicking Thoughts
This pain.
These shakes.
The hell week awaits.
This hurt.
This lack.
The horrid crave is back.
This evil.
This feel.
I can't believe it's real.
The sweat.
The crave.
My mind goes insane.
A day.
A week.
How long has it been?
My God.
My life.
Away for a binge.
The future.
The past.
How long will this last?
The love.
The hate.
My mind can't contemplate.
A drive.
A call.
Can take away it all.
This room.
These walls.
God I hate them all.
These days.
This kick....
These shakes.
The hell week awaits.
This hurt.
This lack.
The horrid crave is back.
This evil.
This feel.
I can't believe it's real.
The sweat.
The crave.
My mind goes insane.
A day.
A week.
How long has it been?
My God.
My life.
Away for a binge.
The future.
The past.
How long will this last?
The love.
The hate.
My mind can't contemplate.
A drive.
A call.
Can take away it all.
This room.
These walls.
God I hate them all.
These days.
This kick....
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 8:52pm
12th Sep 2013 8:52pm
December
Ravens circle around this carcass,
stalking their weakened prey.
I can feel defeat’s morbid kiss,
destroying me right where I lay.
Beaten down by life; My God.
How much longer will this go on?
Am I expected to arise out on top?
What if I simply cannot?
My hand extends looking for hope,
I’m pulled away from the safety rope.
My lungs grow heavy as air begins to vanish,
I do not think my will can manage.
The end of the tunnel’s light goes out,
I am filled with no more doubt.
Death has completely taken me,
surpassed by life, have mercy...
stalking their weakened prey.
I can feel defeat’s morbid kiss,
destroying me right where I lay.
Beaten down by life; My God.
How much longer will this go on?
Am I expected to arise out on top?
What if I simply cannot?
My hand extends looking for hope,
I’m pulled away from the safety rope.
My lungs grow heavy as air begins to vanish,
I do not think my will can manage.
The end of the tunnel’s light goes out,
I am filled with no more doubt.
Death has completely taken me,
surpassed by life, have mercy...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 8:35pm
12th Sep 2013 8:35pm
Mask
I take a stroll through the past.
Just to find my old mask.
A mask I wore for far too long.
A lie that sang a happy song.
A song of life without any pain.
A song that hid my lack of gain.
The mask that I love.
The mask that's never enough.
The mask that takes it all away.
The mask where problems are astray.
This mask that brings me joy.
This mask, my greatest toy.
This mask brought happiness.
But honestly was it just a glimpse?
Now I question once again,
Did I really win?
I feel the mask growing closer,
I feel myself crawling...
Just to find my old mask.
A mask I wore for far too long.
A lie that sang a happy song.
A song of life without any pain.
A song that hid my lack of gain.
The mask that I love.
The mask that's never enough.
The mask that takes it all away.
The mask where problems are astray.
This mask that brings me joy.
This mask, my greatest toy.
This mask brought happiness.
But honestly was it just a glimpse?
Now I question once again,
Did I really win?
I feel the mask growing closer,
I feel myself crawling...
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