Submissions by mydarksoulandheart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing when I was eleven. Found out that writing worked wonders for anxiety and depression. I'm looking forward to writing my first novel and spending the rest of my life writing for a career. This definitely Makes me happy.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2016 4:03pm
1st Feb 2016 4:03pm
Cluttered mind
The walls of my mind are cluttered with papers
Filled with thoughts and dreams.
Paper on top of paper, pin on top of pin.
Too much tape, not enough space.
I feel as if I will never escape
From this cluttered room.
White walls no longer transparent
To the world outside my mind.
Sticky notes full of thoughts, feelings, and helpful criticism.
There is no escape from this cluttered mind of mine.
What's it like in the world outside?
Filled with thoughts and dreams.
Paper on top of paper, pin on top of pin.
Too much tape, not enough space.
I feel as if I will never escape
From this cluttered room.
White walls no longer transparent
To the world outside my mind.
Sticky notes full of thoughts, feelings, and helpful criticism.
There is no escape from this cluttered mind of mine.
What's it like in the world outside?
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2016 4:00pm
1st Feb 2016 4:00pm
Where I'm from
I am from the city busses and tall buildings of society.
I am from the hippies and the grass of the people.
I am from the abuse and neglect of the government shutting down the public school,
Forcing me to go out of my way to learn the ways of their education.
I am from the food stamps and trade school debt blues.
I am from the south east where everybody is broke and poor.
I am from the depression and the "get over it".
I am from the thoughts of, "is this bridge tall enough to jump from?"
I am from more than one broken home....
I am from the hippies and the grass of the people.
I am from the abuse and neglect of the government shutting down the public school,
Forcing me to go out of my way to learn the ways of their education.
I am from the food stamps and trade school debt blues.
I am from the south east where everybody is broke and poor.
I am from the depression and the "get over it".
I am from the thoughts of, "is this bridge tall enough to jump from?"
I am from more than one broken home....
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 00:30am
24th Jan 2016 00:30am
This Poem I Have Wrote
The classroom was dark and cold.
There were a few students,
Their cold, gloomy stares,
Driving holes into my head.
I'm shaking,
I'm sweating,
I'm not used to this.
I've never had to do this before.
They stare,
They judge,
As I read to them,
This poem I have wrote.
There were a few students,
Their cold, gloomy stares,
Driving holes into my head.
I'm shaking,
I'm sweating,
I'm not used to this.
I've never had to do this before.
They stare,
They judge,
As I read to them,
This poem I have wrote.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 7:55pm
11th Jan 2016 7:55pm
Love Flies On
Her lips tasted like strawberries. She helped me find new, real feelings.
I wiped away her tears so her smile touched both ears.
Everyone is so blind to gay pride. The love she has for me makes me soar like a lion.
I hear her angels devour my demons in her laughter.
I endure new and powerful heights when lost in her eyes.
She inspires me to forget the defiance and ugliness of people who refuse to see the beauty in the lines we carved together in life.
Young love turned a new page in our lives. She lent me wisdom and common colors of happiness.
Then she hurt me. She...
I wiped away her tears so her smile touched both ears.
Everyone is so blind to gay pride. The love she has for me makes me soar like a lion.
I hear her angels devour my demons in her laughter.
I endure new and powerful heights when lost in her eyes.
She inspires me to forget the defiance and ugliness of people who refuse to see the beauty in the lines we carved together in life.
Young love turned a new page in our lives. She lent me wisdom and common colors of happiness.
Then she hurt me. She...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2016 7:52pm
11th Jan 2016 7:52pm
Visualisation
The wind hit my face hard as we whizzed passed on the train.
People were leaning out to watch the scenery.
Hold on for dear life, dreading falling out of the train.
Green forest everywhere turning yellow under the autumn sun.
Everything was a blur the train was going so fast.
It was hard to get a glimpse of one tiny thing before it blurred by as your watery eyes blinked to gain feeling again.
People were leaning out to watch the scenery.
Hold on for dear life, dreading falling out of the train.
Green forest everywhere turning yellow under the autumn sun.
Everything was a blur the train was going so fast.
It was hard to get a glimpse of one tiny thing before it blurred by as your watery eyes blinked to gain feeling again.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2015 10:32pm
12th Oct 2015 10:32pm
Back to Reality
I inhale the smoke,
To feel alive again.
Puff one,
Back to reality.
Puff two,
Smiling again.
Puff three,
Glad I chose this over the doctors medication.
I take the bong in one hand,
and lighter in the other.
Each hit,
Makes living all worth while.
Make suicide not an option.
Just setting the dab in the bowl,
Gets me excited.
Excited to go back.
Back to the real world again.
To feel alive again.
Puff one,
Back to reality.
Puff two,
Smiling again.
Puff three,
Glad I chose this over the doctors medication.
I take the bong in one hand,
and lighter in the other.
Each hit,
Makes living all worth while.
Make suicide not an option.
Just setting the dab in the bowl,
Gets me excited.
Excited to go back.
Back to the real world again.
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