Submissions by miseryomy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2020 2:26am
1st Jul 2020 2:26am
That Spring day Pt.1
The depression eased as the snow melted away.
It was a moment of beauty on the cool spring day.
The earth broke free to beautiful sprouts of life.
And amongst it all, I walked with my knife.
The vines grew and tangled with precision and ease.
Grass and weeds rapidly growing up to my knees.
The knife I swung to free myself from this chaotic mess.
In this moment all sins to God I silently confess…
It was a moment of beauty on the cool spring day.
The earth broke free to beautiful sprouts of life.
And amongst it all, I walked with my knife.
The vines grew and tangled with precision and ease.
Grass and weeds rapidly growing up to my knees.
The knife I swung to free myself from this chaotic mess.
In this moment all sins to God I silently confess…
#sadness
#anxiety
#dark
#nature
#confusion
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2020 1:53am
1st Jul 2020 1:53am
A painless day with a painless death is all I wish
I don’t fear death, I fear the pain it will bring.
Will I hear the devils laugh or angels sing?
I wish a painless death because all I feel is pain.
A million different tactics and every day is the same.
Either mental or physical they balance one another out.
When I’m laughing and joking inside I secretly shout.
Misery loves company and I can never be alone.
Best wishes behind a bottle of booze and being stoned.
Meds never really worked shit made things way worse.
A guinea pig amongst the government's curse.
So...
Will I hear the devils laugh or angels sing?
I wish a painless death because all I feel is pain.
A million different tactics and every day is the same.
Either mental or physical they balance one another out.
When I’m laughing and joking inside I secretly shout.
Misery loves company and I can never be alone.
Best wishes behind a bottle of booze and being stoned.
Meds never really worked shit made things way worse.
A guinea pig amongst the government's curse.
So...
#sadness
#anger
#dark
#confusion
#suffering
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Jun 2020 00:58am
25th Jun 2020 00:58am
Temptation
Her pain was felt deep inside.
From herself she tried to hide.
That night in the mirror wishing to be saved.
Taking her thoughts and love to the grave.
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Shattered shards of her reflected life lay cold and still.
Clenched in her fist her final letter and one last pill.
The look in her eyes seemed as though she was still alive.
Though the papers show her death was a quarter to nine.
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Her lips blue but still passionately blushed with red lipstick.
Pale skin like a vampire,...
From herself she tried to hide.
That night in the mirror wishing to be saved.
Taking her thoughts and love to the grave.
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Shattered shards of her reflected life lay cold and still.
Clenched in her fist her final letter and one last pill.
The look in her eyes seemed as though she was still alive.
Though the papers show her death was a quarter to nine.
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Her lips blue but still passionately blushed with red lipstick.
Pale skin like a vampire,...
#sadness
#love
#lust
#loneliness
#dark
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2020 4:26am
22nd Jun 2020 4:26am
A beautiful broken piano (A ghostly tale)
Every day I would walk by that house and wave hello.
An apathetic stare beyond the winds blow.
Never seen a smile or even a blink.
Rumors say he’s dead, others say he just thinks.
-
One day I walked by and looked through his window.
In awe I saw a beautiful yet broken piano.
I saw his smile with a friendly nod and wink.
To be honest I was scared and didn’t know what to think.
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Another day I passed by and he wasn’t even there.
A peek through his window and he was seated in his chair.
Playing the broken piano and humming a tune. ...
An apathetic stare beyond the winds blow.
Never seen a smile or even a blink.
Rumors say he’s dead, others say he just thinks.
-
One day I walked by and looked through his window.
In awe I saw a beautiful yet broken piano.
I saw his smile with a friendly nod and wink.
To be honest I was scared and didn’t know what to think.
-
Another day I passed by and he wasn’t even there.
A peek through his window and he was seated in his chair.
Playing the broken piano and humming a tune. ...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#apathy
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 5:48am
18th Jun 2020 5:48am
Friendship (Risky times)
It’s sad that friends have to come and go.
The insecurities of secrets being exposed.
Fuck now the whole world knows.
I have a love for diapers and pantyhose.
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I wonder if they will talk about that one time?
Took a life in a robbery for one fucking dime.
That one sick thing, the only thing that gets me hard.
What about the 27 bodies buried in the backyard?
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That love for soap to clean her mouth of dirty words.
I can only imagine what secrets and stories are told.
Special handshakes and a vow to endless loyalty.
In the end...
The insecurities of secrets being exposed.
Fuck now the whole world knows.
I have a love for diapers and pantyhose.
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I wonder if they will talk about that one time?
Took a life in a robbery for one fucking dime.
That one sick thing, the only thing that gets me hard.
What about the 27 bodies buried in the backyard?
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That love for soap to clean her mouth of dirty words.
I can only imagine what secrets and stories are told.
Special handshakes and a vow to endless loyalty.
In the end...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
#despair
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 5:45am
18th Jun 2020 5:45am
That Hatchet
I was sharpened and placed on the wall as a display.
Watching people come in and go every other day.
One day A man with a glisten in his eyes came in.
Set down a shotgun for me, quite an odd trade in.
I felt his grip and he was mighty strong indeed.
The exchange was made, then I was hastily sheathed.
Enclosed but I could feel the fresh air and peek of the sun.
Still wondering why this man would trade for me with his gun.
A brisk walk the footsteps hastened almost like godspeed.
Little did I know...
Watching people come in and go every other day.
One day A man with a glisten in his eyes came in.
Set down a shotgun for me, quite an odd trade in.
I felt his grip and he was mighty strong indeed.
The exchange was made, then I was hastily sheathed.
Enclosed but I could feel the fresh air and peek of the sun.
Still wondering why this man would trade for me with his gun.
A brisk walk the footsteps hastened almost like godspeed.
Little did I know...
#love
#strength
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2020 6:15am
13th Jun 2020 6:15am
Toxic Stream
I was curious and walked to that toxic stream.
I gazed at the waters and saw I was looking at me.
Reflecting on hard times that ol’ depression and anxiety.
A cruel fate awaits yet no one told me.
The waters rise to my surprise. It was quick as lighting.
Swept off my feet and the current I was fighting.
Hands of misery and hate rose from the murky stream.
Clawing digging trying to pull me down beneath.
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I held my breath and closed my eyes.
Remembering all my family that died.
...
I gazed at the waters and saw I was looking at me.
Reflecting on hard times that ol’ depression and anxiety.
A cruel fate awaits yet no one told me.
The waters rise to my surprise. It was quick as lighting.
Swept off my feet and the current I was fighting.
Hands of misery and hate rose from the murky stream.
Clawing digging trying to pull me down beneath.
-
I held my breath and closed my eyes.
Remembering all my family that died.
...
#sadness
#grief
#dark
#confusion
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jun 2020 2:08am
12th Jun 2020 2:08am
A questionable rescue pt.1
Two in the morning and I'm out on the prowl.
Mama always said I was like a night owl.
I've been casing out this place for many days.
In my head trying not to think wicked crazy ways.
Almost at the front door now, fear nearly gone.
Plan this shit too well nothing could go wrong.
Got 2 guns a knife and a fucking machete.
Bombs strapped to my chest, boom! Spaghetti!
Test the door and I knew it would be locked.
Just as I figured the side window was not.
Slipping in quiet, nice and fucking slow.
Just like my bitch putting on her...
Mama always said I was like a night owl.
I've been casing out this place for many days.
In my head trying not to think wicked crazy ways.
Almost at the front door now, fear nearly gone.
Plan this shit too well nothing could go wrong.
Got 2 guns a knife and a fucking machete.
Bombs strapped to my chest, boom! Spaghetti!
Test the door and I knew it would be locked.
Just as I figured the side window was not.
Slipping in quiet, nice and fucking slow.
Just like my bitch putting on her...
#heartbroken
#conflict
#secrets
#IMissYou
#separation
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jun 2020 2:06am
12th Jun 2020 2:06am
Monument
My poetry is my monument, it will always stand tall.
Life was long until the end when it all started to fall.
Mental illness was always my worst enemy.
An empire of dirt was built with not even a penny.
My emotions and creativity blended into one.
Proud fucking father, great friend and good son.
Thousands of pages of my very own history.
And I love the fact no one really knows me.
Once I'm dead and gone and you read through the books.
You’ll be amazed, in disbelief, probably a bit shook.
A humble narcissist with an appetite for self...
Life was long until the end when it all started to fall.
Mental illness was always my worst enemy.
An empire of dirt was built with not even a penny.
My emotions and creativity blended into one.
Proud fucking father, great friend and good son.
Thousands of pages of my very own history.
And I love the fact no one really knows me.
Once I'm dead and gone and you read through the books.
You’ll be amazed, in disbelief, probably a bit shook.
A humble narcissist with an appetite for self...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#frustration
#confusion
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 6:08am
11th Jun 2020 6:08am
A small tribute to Buffalo Bill
Here I am and I can be myself, him or her.
Playing with precious caressing her fur.
I always wear their clothes before their skin.
About a size 14, not too thick and not too thin.
Lotion is delivered in a roped bucket to the well.
Crossdressed and dancing my own sex I could sell.
Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. Now get in the van.
A place in the dark the sun dries the skin and tans.
Only one more thing I can tell you dear friend.
Put the lotion in the basket or it gets the hose again.
Playing with precious caressing her fur.
I always wear their clothes before their skin.
About a size 14, not too thick and not too thin.
Lotion is delivered in a roped bucket to the well.
Crossdressed and dancing my own sex I could sell.
Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. Now get in the van.
A place in the dark the sun dries the skin and tans.
Only one more thing I can tell you dear friend.
Put the lotion in the basket or it gets the hose again.
#loneliness
#rejection
#dark
#frustration
#greed
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 2:31am
2nd Apr 2020 2:31am
Thee Ol’ Write 99
Here we are now with poem... 99.
Let's ripple and reflect back over my timeline.
You had true happiness and that deep defeat.
Reflections in mirrors staring right back at me.
A best friend's trust gained, some of it forever lost.
Relentlessly sharing my poetry writing like a boss.
Some cherished, loved, some deserved well hated.
Feelings are the best when I am quiet and sedated.
That eerie creepy green and 12 shades of black.
Exposing self insecurities with no turning back.
Remembering Lisa and those oh so blue eyes.
Manic...
Let's ripple and reflect back over my timeline.
You had true happiness and that deep defeat.
Reflections in mirrors staring right back at me.
A best friend's trust gained, some of it forever lost.
Relentlessly sharing my poetry writing like a boss.
Some cherished, loved, some deserved well hated.
Feelings are the best when I am quiet and sedated.
That eerie creepy green and 12 shades of black.
Exposing self insecurities with no turning back.
Remembering Lisa and those oh so blue eyes.
Manic...
#sadness
#anger
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2020 2:25am
2nd Apr 2020 2:25am
Deaths swing 1
Swinging on the swings talking with you.
Head to the ground talking of the blues.
They can’t see you though I know you there.
Most people consider you pretty unfair.
Then there are those just like you and me.
Swinging on the swings, ever so friendly.
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Swinging on the swings looking over at you.
Speaking of the shit that fucks with us two.
They know you're here, they can’t see though.
They all pretend like you would never show.
Then there are those just like the two of us.
A forever bond hand in hand in death I trust.
Head to the ground talking of the blues.
They can’t see you though I know you there.
Most people consider you pretty unfair.
Then there are those just like you and me.
Swinging on the swings, ever so friendly.
-
Swinging on the swings looking over at you.
Speaking of the shit that fucks with us two.
They know you're here, they can’t see though.
They all pretend like you would never show.
Then there are those just like the two of us.
A forever bond hand in hand in death I trust.
#sadness
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#bittersweet
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