Submissions by miseryomy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2020 1:36am
10th Oct 2020 1:36am
Halloween Candy (It’s a real killer)
It started out as a simple mistake.
Inhaling much more than I could take.
My heart beat faster and it felt so good.
Not even realizing I took more than I should.
It started with manic laughter and troubled thoughts.
Subconsciously thinking of life's battles fought.
My body says its tired but my mind won't rest.
That all too familiar feeling within my chest.
There goes everyone I knew, now I’m on my own.
First signs of panic when I couldn’t find my phone.
Scarring myself, I find relief in the darkened bathroom.
The faded reflection in the...
Inhaling much more than I could take.
My heart beat faster and it felt so good.
Not even realizing I took more than I should.
It started with manic laughter and troubled thoughts.
Subconsciously thinking of life's battles fought.
My body says its tired but my mind won't rest.
That all too familiar feeling within my chest.
There goes everyone I knew, now I’m on my own.
First signs of panic when I couldn’t find my phone.
Scarring myself, I find relief in the darkened bathroom.
The faded reflection in the...
#sadness
#dark
#confusion
#bittersweet
#fear
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 2:40am
1st Oct 2020 2:40am
31 days (Soon it will begin)
So now it begins the 31 day countdown until Halloween.
Tricks and treats and my scares sure to make you scream.
Witches and vampires, yet my favorite will always be death.
31 days of manic stress, laughing at the scars on my chest.
The clock ticks, Pumpkins lit and yes a witches tit.
A month of my Halloween you sure never to forget.
Because you will be my dying Halloween yard decorations.
The darkness confirms this year will be no complications.
So whether it be a trick or a treat.
Candy corn or raw bloody meat.
I’ll remain dark, vocal and...
Tricks and treats and my scares sure to make you scream.
Witches and vampires, yet my favorite will always be death.
31 days of manic stress, laughing at the scars on my chest.
The clock ticks, Pumpkins lit and yes a witches tit.
A month of my Halloween you sure never to forget.
Because you will be my dying Halloween yard decorations.
The darkness confirms this year will be no complications.
So whether it be a trick or a treat.
Candy corn or raw bloody meat.
I’ll remain dark, vocal and...
#dark
#death
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2020 2:15am
16th Sep 2020 2:15am
An old casket I call my best friend
I carry my casket with me wherever I may go.
Though it’s luxurious and heavy it doesn’t slow.
Take a rest anywhere I damn well please.
Shelter from the rain, the humans and beasts.
It makes for a great table and makes plenty of seats.
Room for two, come into my casket so we may meet.
A beautiful show piece and spectacular comfort inside.
My Casket doesn’t have wheels but can take you for a ride.
Die once, die twice, die infinite times if that is your wish.
Hang yourself in my casket while dancing with slit wrists.
Here you will...
Though it’s luxurious and heavy it doesn’t slow.
Take a rest anywhere I damn well please.
Shelter from the rain, the humans and beasts.
It makes for a great table and makes plenty of seats.
Room for two, come into my casket so we may meet.
A beautiful show piece and spectacular comfort inside.
My Casket doesn’t have wheels but can take you for a ride.
Die once, die twice, die infinite times if that is your wish.
Hang yourself in my casket while dancing with slit wrists.
Here you will...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#frustration
#fear
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2020 5:01am
15th Sep 2020 5:01am
Hey Girl (another soul bought)
Hey girl, I know you live a dangerous life.
So here take this gun and this knife.
I suggest you try and ignore me after this.
I've been known with a temper and use these fists.
Hell no I ain’t going to hit you, well maybe.
Just keep in mind not even God can save me.
You want to make a name and rise higher you say.
A cartel? I laugh and give you your fucking way.
Now I know you don’t like things held over your head.
Make your wishes come true, what else would you expect?
Oh I see now you want your cake and eat it too?
I used to have...
So here take this gun and this knife.
I suggest you try and ignore me after this.
I've been known with a temper and use these fists.
Hell no I ain’t going to hit you, well maybe.
Just keep in mind not even God can save me.
You want to make a name and rise higher you say.
A cartel? I laugh and give you your fucking way.
Now I know you don’t like things held over your head.
Make your wishes come true, what else would you expect?
Oh I see now you want your cake and eat it too?
I used to have...
#sadness
#anger
#love
#dark
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 6:16pm
14th Sep 2020 6:16pm
A Murder of Crows (Angry mirrors)
It’s time to get sober because I ain’t going to your funeral.
Treat others the way you want to be treated my only rule.
If I’m killing myself in front of you, I hope you come save me.
It must have been the mirror talking when you said you hate me.
Oh I hate how I force myself to watch you die.
Sitting apathetic watching with my very own eyes.
It’s time to get sober because this fucking mirror I am breaking.
Bloodied knuckles and a daze of confusion uncontrollably shaking.
Apologies to myself are too late because I finally let myself go.
Beyond the...
Treat others the way you want to be treated my only rule.
If I’m killing myself in front of you, I hope you come save me.
It must have been the mirror talking when you said you hate me.
Oh I hate how I force myself to watch you die.
Sitting apathetic watching with my very own eyes.
It’s time to get sober because this fucking mirror I am breaking.
Bloodied knuckles and a daze of confusion uncontrollably shaking.
Apologies to myself are too late because I finally let myself go.
Beyond the...
#sadness
#anger
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 6:14pm
14th Sep 2020 6:14pm
A luminous light called death
Could you see that light? The one when you die?
I’ve seen it six times and believe it or not I’m still alive.
Maybe like a cat and I have nine lives to waste away.
Perhaps I’m stuck in a limbo and never get past today.
The light is a color beyond comprehension and thought.
Much deeper than a man made explanation you were taught.
It feels so good here like being back in the womb and aware.
Without notice then back to life just like that, it’s hardly any fair.
Can you see that light? Because I just killed you.
After this suicide it will be my...
I’ve seen it six times and believe it or not I’m still alive.
Maybe like a cat and I have nine lives to waste away.
Perhaps I’m stuck in a limbo and never get past today.
The light is a color beyond comprehension and thought.
Much deeper than a man made explanation you were taught.
It feels so good here like being back in the womb and aware.
Without notice then back to life just like that, it’s hardly any fair.
Can you see that light? Because I just killed you.
After this suicide it will be my...
#sadness
#dark
#confusion
#emptiness
#fear
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 1:49am
14th Sep 2020 1:49am
Free Falling into a princesses world made of emotions and candy
The pain and emptiness in her eyes matched my soul.
It was a beautiful sight seeing us both out of control.
A carefree existence as long as we're getting high.
No worries now as we have already said our good-byes.
She goes underground and I fly to a bright lit moon.
When the sun rises we will find one another in the afternoon.
-
Who would have thought it would have even begun like this?
Never in a million years would I have thought of tasting her kiss.
We become one in a spiritual plane only known to us. ...
It was a beautiful sight seeing us both out of control.
A carefree existence as long as we're getting high.
No worries now as we have already said our good-byes.
She goes underground and I fly to a bright lit moon.
When the sun rises we will find one another in the afternoon.
-
Who would have thought it would have even begun like this?
Never in a million years would I have thought of tasting her kiss.
We become one in a spiritual plane only known to us. ...
#loneliness
#beauty
#drugs
#addiction
#admiration
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 1:14am
14th Sep 2020 1:14am
A look to the mirror (and it was broken)
I’m appalled by my behavior as of late.
Living life for just about any escape.
Behind on bills again yet I paid ahead.
Still upset by my character being misread.
These troubled times, into troubled days.
It’s almost as if I forgot to even behave.
I still care more about them than myself.
Helping others when I'm the one that needs help.
The secrets I hold wishing I could just lash out.
Instead alone in isolation I quietly pout.
Maybe one day I will be seen, my true inner me.
Until than my life unravels with more confusing poetry.
Living life for just about any escape.
Behind on bills again yet I paid ahead.
Still upset by my character being misread.
These troubled times, into troubled days.
It’s almost as if I forgot to even behave.
I still care more about them than myself.
Helping others when I'm the one that needs help.
The secrets I hold wishing I could just lash out.
Instead alone in isolation I quietly pout.
Maybe one day I will be seen, my true inner me.
Until than my life unravels with more confusing poetry.
#sadness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2020 5:18am
12th Sep 2020 5:18am
4 roles pt.1
I have chosen the role as a liar.
Walking in dry grass with words of fire.
The reaction, the attention, the thrill.
12 more beers and a handful of pills.
I have chosen the role as a hater.
Living my life as if it's live theater.
Here to entertain and please you.
What else is a humble narcissist to do?
I have chosen the role as a king.
Bow before me and kiss my rings.
You were warned of the consequences.
Now it’s time to reclaim all those expenses.
I have chosen the role as a fool.
And I am the one that fooled...
Walking in dry grass with words of fire.
The reaction, the attention, the thrill.
12 more beers and a handful of pills.
I have chosen the role as a hater.
Living my life as if it's live theater.
Here to entertain and please you.
What else is a humble narcissist to do?
I have chosen the role as a king.
Bow before me and kiss my rings.
You were warned of the consequences.
Now it’s time to reclaim all those expenses.
I have chosen the role as a fool.
And I am the one that fooled...
#anger
#regret
#frustration #disappointment
#frustration #disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2020 2:44am
10th Sep 2020 2:44am
Some things I can tell you about me (a mind full of friends)
Kindness isn’t weakness and a crush isn’t being in love.
Not interested in sex, more in search of loyalty and trust.
Just because I’m crying doesn’t mean I am sad or mad.
Insecurities of my bad teeth, but still a fucking proud dad.
I gave every single one of you an equal opportunity to be here with me.
I shared my heart and soul, my love and loyalty, my good ol’ poetry.
A few are here now and we have plenty of smoke and drinks.
The drugs and company help me from getting to that fucking brink.
Material things don't matter to me now. You like...
Not interested in sex, more in search of loyalty and trust.
Just because I’m crying doesn’t mean I am sad or mad.
Insecurities of my bad teeth, but still a fucking proud dad.
I gave every single one of you an equal opportunity to be here with me.
I shared my heart and soul, my love and loyalty, my good ol’ poetry.
A few are here now and we have plenty of smoke and drinks.
The drugs and company help me from getting to that fucking brink.
Material things don't matter to me now. You like...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#emptiness
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Sep 2020 10:34pm
8th Sep 2020 10:34pm
A fear in the mirror game (A pt.4 in my study)
The fourth time revisiting my study and everything lay in wait.
A quick glance bounces from the mirror to knife now in debate.
My cold frail hands rest on the back of my antique chair.
A walk around than sitting tossing my top hat with no care.
A drink was poured, that old familiar smell, 99 proof tears.
A whisk of the pen tattering at my paper revealing my fears.
A fear of self aggression, the self inflicted pain.
And that fear of being different, almost insane.
That fear of knowing they're here now watching.
That fear of once again my...
A quick glance bounces from the mirror to knife now in debate.
My cold frail hands rest on the back of my antique chair.
A walk around than sitting tossing my top hat with no care.
A drink was poured, that old familiar smell, 99 proof tears.
A whisk of the pen tattering at my paper revealing my fears.
A fear of self aggression, the self inflicted pain.
And that fear of being different, almost insane.
That fear of knowing they're here now watching.
That fear of once again my...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2020 9:04pm
8th Sep 2020 9:04pm
A lonesome death (I love my friends)
I awoke to rain and sadness, yet again.
I walk in the cold alone, thinking of my friends.
We're all troubled in our own ways, life isn’t easy.
Why do those rare good times have to tease me?
I am falling asleep sad and depressed, yet again.
Laying here peacefully alone, still wishing for that friend.
These mental struggles and addiction are not easy.
Why do those common dark times have to tease me?
-
And in my dreams I carry on with every single one of you.
Hand in hand through the darkness and confusion seeking truth.
I...
I walk in the cold alone, thinking of my friends.
We're all troubled in our own ways, life isn’t easy.
Why do those rare good times have to tease me?
I am falling asleep sad and depressed, yet again.
Laying here peacefully alone, still wishing for that friend.
These mental struggles and addiction are not easy.
Why do those common dark times have to tease me?
-
And in my dreams I carry on with every single one of you.
Hand in hand through the darkness and confusion seeking truth.
I...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
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