Submissions by mniw
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2019 11:50pm
23rd Feb 2019 11:50pm
4:04A.M.
What you cradle when your vision of love dies? Never seen Pops and Moms love in close ties. Bastard baby, Bastards made me, dont question my crazy. I been a humble saint, dont make me end sane, please. No time for fugazi. Times played me with times so shady. Born a 90's baby feeling pressure from the 80's. Who saved me? Only my inner peace through chains freed. Looking for love, sorry if paths been shaky. Couldn't trust it. How could I? When the only view I have is bird eye. Feeling like fuck everybody, but I let the song cry. They cry often. I Radio Raheem the coffin. Just to find something...
#frustration
#redemption
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SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Jan 2019 4:20am
22nd Jan 2019 4:20am
Passions of a Beast (Lyrics from Passions of a ...)
This is passions of a beast when we clawing up the sheets.
Feel the pain,
feel the love,
everything held beneath.
Flooding deep.
Getting deeper.
Feel my world starting sink.
How she rock herself to sleep?
How her bones running weak?
How dare I tat freedom when cells blood deep?
What is happiness in misery?
That beautiful smile.
My inner child still smiling though these time's wild.
Peace. To the bodies rested. Time invested couldn't slow down the fatal seconds. How dare my auntie self destruct? You see...
Feel the pain,
feel the love,
everything held beneath.
Flooding deep.
Getting deeper.
Feel my world starting sink.
How she rock herself to sleep?
How her bones running weak?
How dare I tat freedom when cells blood deep?
What is happiness in misery?
That beautiful smile.
My inner child still smiling though these time's wild.
Peace. To the bodies rested. Time invested couldn't slow down the fatal seconds. How dare my auntie self destruct? You see...
#love
#drugs
#addiction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2019 4:17am
22nd Jan 2019 4:17am
A Tribute to the Bastards (From Bastards of the New World)
In the times of a life you become broken
& bruised but refuse to lay down
for any other soul. Feeling misused drunk
off hope & a muse to neglect all the memories
of pain. Feel a warmth in clouded skies
know that the rain pours inside when you open your eyes
to the present. Far from a gift
since the cord was snipped
you pray to a mirrored Godd cuz you hone Him.
Self divine love will get you sent to the morgue
& with chaos restored youll see all faith collapse. Stuck
in this zone you use to call your home
but...
& bruised but refuse to lay down
for any other soul. Feeling misused drunk
off hope & a muse to neglect all the memories
of pain. Feel a warmth in clouded skies
know that the rain pours inside when you open your eyes
to the present. Far from a gift
since the cord was snipped
you pray to a mirrored Godd cuz you hone Him.
Self divine love will get you sent to the morgue
& with chaos restored youll see all faith collapse. Stuck
in this zone you use to call your home
but...
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2017 5:27am
8th Jan 2017 5:27am
Like Spilled Red Wine
There's a history of blood on crosses. The gallons
of blood shed on the intersections of King Ave.
and Malcolm X Ave. Every ounce a mockery
of the names sacrificed to violence. Or rather crucified by it.
The countless young men
and women caught up in juvenile mentalities
think Scarface died on the cross.
& I'm not religious, but it's a wicked vision.
They internalize
banana clips more than the world externalizes the ape they are falsely portrayed as. They read
asinine rap lyrics like holy scriptures and preach
those words through...
of blood shed on the intersections of King Ave.
and Malcolm X Ave. Every ounce a mockery
of the names sacrificed to violence. Or rather crucified by it.
The countless young men
and women caught up in juvenile mentalities
think Scarface died on the cross.
& I'm not religious, but it's a wicked vision.
They internalize
banana clips more than the world externalizes the ape they are falsely portrayed as. They read
asinine rap lyrics like holy scriptures and preach
those words through...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2015 6:31pm
23rd Oct 2015 6:31pm
My Masterpiece
I'm sorry mom, but I killed a man.
His daughter and the newborn that he held in his hands.
I'm so sorry because you raised me well, but there's a demon inside and I thought that I should tell.
I found pleasure in their weeps and shrieking cries.
I smiled softly as the tears rolled down from their eyes.
Not sure what came over me, but I loved the adrenaline rush.
It infiltrated my warm heart more and more as they made a fuss.
I told them hush, hush, it's for the best.
While I smothered the baby and stuck the knife in his chest.
I felt an absence, so I...
His daughter and the newborn that he held in his hands.
I'm so sorry because you raised me well, but there's a demon inside and I thought that I should tell.
I found pleasure in their weeps and shrieking cries.
I smiled softly as the tears rolled down from their eyes.
Not sure what came over me, but I loved the adrenaline rush.
It infiltrated my warm heart more and more as they made a fuss.
I told them hush, hush, it's for the best.
While I smothered the baby and stuck the knife in his chest.
I felt an absence, so I...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 5:49am
29th Sep 2015 5:49am
Like Wingless Birds
I can tell you about the elongated nights.
The pain and agony endured to the soul.
The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride
until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat.
The way time and precious seconds taunt you
when you have hopes of moving forward with life.
Its inconsiderable essence.
The way moments vanish like atheistic faith.
During times of distinct disparity
its motion reflects that of a shelled gastropod,
and in the midst of joyous occasion,
time flows like raging waters.
Waving those moments into occipital...
The pain and agony endured to the soul.
The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride
until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat.
The way time and precious seconds taunt you
when you have hopes of moving forward with life.
Its inconsiderable essence.
The way moments vanish like atheistic faith.
During times of distinct disparity
its motion reflects that of a shelled gastropod,
and in the midst of joyous occasion,
time flows like raging waters.
Waving those moments into occipital...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 5:05pm
11th Sep 2015 5:05pm
Love or Lust
Your heart resides in the possession of whom you love.
Feelings of desire are overwhelming.
Lately you've been so close to sinning.
Envisioning women in different positions.
Your mission never to inflict harm on such a delicate heart
with incisions of such precision.
Contact centered.
Lust or love?
Which do you hold above?
Human qualities denies the ability of achieving perfection.
But perfection is only defined by perception.
Thoughts of deception makes it hard for me to pursue the right direction.
Only thinking of what is left....
Feelings of desire are overwhelming.
Lately you've been so close to sinning.
Envisioning women in different positions.
Your mission never to inflict harm on such a delicate heart
with incisions of such precision.
Contact centered.
Lust or love?
Which do you hold above?
Human qualities denies the ability of achieving perfection.
But perfection is only defined by perception.
Thoughts of deception makes it hard for me to pursue the right direction.
Only thinking of what is left....
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2015 6:47am
9th Sep 2015 6:47am
The Sweet Bliss of Silence
The sweet bliss of silence.
As loud as white noise.
A crowd of imaginative beings bless me with their presence.
When I need company, they never fail to show.
When everyone else fled the scene.
They never chose to go.
I prefer emptiness because I've grown accustomed.
The same way that the darkness never ponders of the light.
The world never interjects on my realities.
I'm like a living ghost.
Transparent to most.
If not all.
I see the world as a vast land of clouded minded beings.
Moments when I reached for the stars,
fell short,
and...
As loud as white noise.
A crowd of imaginative beings bless me with their presence.
When I need company, they never fail to show.
When everyone else fled the scene.
They never chose to go.
I prefer emptiness because I've grown accustomed.
The same way that the darkness never ponders of the light.
The world never interjects on my realities.
I'm like a living ghost.
Transparent to most.
If not all.
I see the world as a vast land of clouded minded beings.
Moments when I reached for the stars,
fell short,
and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 7:33am
8th Sep 2015 7:33am
A Tale of a Traumatized Heart
Hello.
My name is...well it's not important right now.
Before we ignite our engines
and travel down this road to a city of heartbreak.
I'll be honest and let you know
that I don't plan to be the victim.
So I suggest that you fasten your seat belt.
Any relationship with me will surely end
in a collision of mixed emotions in a way
that'll change your life for the worse.
So it's better to take all necessary precautions.
I'm going to tell you the cliché tale
of a man crippled with deceptive...
My name is...well it's not important right now.
Before we ignite our engines
and travel down this road to a city of heartbreak.
I'll be honest and let you know
that I don't plan to be the victim.
So I suggest that you fasten your seat belt.
Any relationship with me will surely end
in a collision of mixed emotions in a way
that'll change your life for the worse.
So it's better to take all necessary precautions.
I'm going to tell you the cliché tale
of a man crippled with deceptive...
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