Submissions by nikkimoe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Water running down walls
It drips slowly
at first,
but then, the water rushes in
trying to absolve me of other peoples sins
demons shroud over me and watch from afar
the water is clear, yet it feels bizarre
cloaked in a sea of darkness, a dream I once had steps in
I start remembering everything I ever did
sadness stares with unforgiving eyes
fate and destiny shake there head at my demise
hope, well she was never really there at all
karma, I can still hear her call
downward spirals like staircases to hell
at last the water begins to...
at first,
but then, the water rushes in
trying to absolve me of other peoples sins
demons shroud over me and watch from afar
the water is clear, yet it feels bizarre
cloaked in a sea of darkness, a dream I once had steps in
I start remembering everything I ever did
sadness stares with unforgiving eyes
fate and destiny shake there head at my demise
hope, well she was never really there at all
karma, I can still hear her call
downward spirals like staircases to hell
at last the water begins to...
710 reads
4 Comments
Things hidden in boxes under beds
Darkness comes when the light leaves
breeding madness and disease
haunted by someone's ghost
I'm it's definitive host
free? whats free?
shadows like blankets cover me
banshees screaming in my head
voices yelling i should be dead
inhabited by something I've never seen
my reflection is caught in between
a stranger in the mirror
looking thru the black for something clearer
static from the television filling my ears
gold and silver orbs appear
knowing now that I've gone crazy
i start to...
breeding madness and disease
haunted by someone's ghost
I'm it's definitive host
free? whats free?
shadows like blankets cover me
banshees screaming in my head
voices yelling i should be dead
inhabited by something I've never seen
my reflection is caught in between
a stranger in the mirror
looking thru the black for something clearer
static from the television filling my ears
gold and silver orbs appear
knowing now that I've gone crazy
i start to...
752 reads
7 Comments
The sweet smell of garbage
It's raining in Detroit
yet the johns still look for hookers to exploit
puddles yield oily reflections
in this city there is no affection
crackheads still wait for money by the freeway
foreclosure victim's still looking for a key-way
bums near the casinos hoping for spare change
while hard working people get short changed
It's raining in Detroit
everyone's sharp yet no one has a point
a city basically burned to the ground
at night sirens and bullets the only sound
potholes like graveyards cover the streets
its like everyone...
yet the johns still look for hookers to exploit
puddles yield oily reflections
in this city there is no affection
crackheads still wait for money by the freeway
foreclosure victim's still looking for a key-way
bums near the casinos hoping for spare change
while hard working people get short changed
It's raining in Detroit
everyone's sharp yet no one has a point
a city basically burned to the ground
at night sirens and bullets the only sound
potholes like graveyards cover the streets
its like everyone...
780 reads
10 Comments
A Rat In The House May Eat The Ice Cream
They all want a rational number
yet my mind is encumbered
circles and squares
vanishing into thin air
less than greater than
whats the master plan
polygons and pyramids
turning into viruses
arithmetic and mathematics
who knew it could be so dramatic
triangles and spheres
making me tear
the square root of it all
feeling very small
rectangular hyperbolas and isosceles triangles
my mind is in tangles
yet my mind is encumbered
circles and squares
vanishing into thin air
less than greater than
whats the master plan
polygons and pyramids
turning into viruses
arithmetic and mathematics
who knew it could be so dramatic
triangles and spheres
making me tear
the square root of it all
feeling very small
rectangular hyperbolas and isosceles triangles
my mind is in tangles
746 reads
3 Comments
Something i found along the way
on my own since the age of fifteen
there's not much I haven't seen
the beauty and the horror
and that's why I feel the need to open this door
I want to tell the world that,
a
minute
a
second
a
day
or
a
week
or
a
year
does not define you
so please give ear
empty and searching for something real
it seemed everywhere I went I was given a raw deal
at times i was so low
I wanted to let go
sleeping on the streets
nothing to eat...
there's not much I haven't seen
the beauty and the horror
and that's why I feel the need to open this door
I want to tell the world that,
a
minute
a
second
a
day
or
a
week
or
a
year
does not define you
so please give ear
empty and searching for something real
it seemed everywhere I went I was given a raw deal
at times i was so low
I wanted to let go
sleeping on the streets
nothing to eat...
906 reads
12 Comments
Pelagic
I've swum to the deep parts again
a current of tears brings forth memories
old wounds reopened,
salt water rushes in
A hurricane of fear
brings sadness to the shores of my soul
leaving sediment in my heart,
the sea wall has fallen
The Barrier reef of the brain
a long, narrow ridge of coral thoughts
beyond it
a lagoon of madness
Sunken ships of lost feelings
trying to resurface
anger floats like driftwood
that came from the abyss
the hadal of the psyche
dark and deep
pain and angst...
a current of tears brings forth memories
old wounds reopened,
salt water rushes in
A hurricane of fear
brings sadness to the shores of my soul
leaving sediment in my heart,
the sea wall has fallen
The Barrier reef of the brain
a long, narrow ridge of coral thoughts
beyond it
a lagoon of madness
Sunken ships of lost feelings
trying to resurface
anger floats like driftwood
that came from the abyss
the hadal of the psyche
dark and deep
pain and angst...
1075 reads
5 Comments
Opinions from random stuff in my house
The Chia guy sprouting in my window
thinks i need to grow
the crooked clock that's always wrong
says you can't turn back time
the lumpy couch in the yellow room
wants to relax
the ugly painting of a dead relative
stares at me accusingly
the broken drawer on the desk
believes i could be more open
the television that wont shut up
considers everything to be black and white
the empty bong on the table
thinks i should pack up and leave
...
thinks i need to grow
the crooked clock that's always wrong
says you can't turn back time
the lumpy couch in the yellow room
wants to relax
the ugly painting of a dead relative
stares at me accusingly
the broken drawer on the desk
believes i could be more open
the television that wont shut up
considers everything to be black and white
the empty bong on the table
thinks i should pack up and leave
...
760 reads
4 Comments
Everlasting bubble gum under a bench
mouth full of nothingness
your words begin to escape my ears
daydream super trip
pipe dreams made of water
slip slowly down the drain
artistic tears fall
shallow hearts lurking about
everything is haunted here
apparitions of someone's past
reclining with a thought
it runs away from me
train wrecks of the mind
words like jawbreakers fill your mouth
not listening I escape
daydream super trip
your words begin to escape my ears
daydream super trip
pipe dreams made of water
slip slowly down the drain
artistic tears fall
shallow hearts lurking about
everything is haunted here
apparitions of someone's past
reclining with a thought
it runs away from me
train wrecks of the mind
words like jawbreakers fill your mouth
not listening I escape
daydream super trip
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2 Comments
Mad meanderings of a thoughtless brain
recklessly abandoning my heart
no longer in need of that part
there are things I need to block
my soul weighs on me like molten lava rock
letting go of heavy things
feeling like I have wings
temporarily feeling free
brought back down by gravity
tragedy got me when I was low
that why I feel a need to let go
escaping sadness and madness rein
releasing emptiness and pain
realizing it still feels the same
wondering who is to blame
nothing ever really...
no longer in need of that part
there are things I need to block
my soul weighs on me like molten lava rock
letting go of heavy things
feeling like I have wings
temporarily feeling free
brought back down by gravity
tragedy got me when I was low
that why I feel a need to let go
escaping sadness and madness rein
releasing emptiness and pain
realizing it still feels the same
wondering who is to blame
nothing ever really...
722 reads
5 Comments
Geneticly modified condensation on car windows
Walking aimlessly past empty faces
street lights begin to bleed
mysteries of abandoned places
tumbleweeds in the city
isolation is blowing around
fluoride in the water promoting docility
distilled tempers refusing to flare
the lights are on
who really cares
slipping in a pile of shit
I landed here
in the middle of it
pineal glands starting to rot
looking for signs of life
mouths like coin slots
third eye bullet holes
intuition ceased to exist
whats next no one knows
Monsanto...
street lights begin to bleed
mysteries of abandoned places
tumbleweeds in the city
isolation is blowing around
fluoride in the water promoting docility
distilled tempers refusing to flare
the lights are on
who really cares
slipping in a pile of shit
I landed here
in the middle of it
pineal glands starting to rot
looking for signs of life
mouths like coin slots
third eye bullet holes
intuition ceased to exist
whats next no one knows
Monsanto...
768 reads
4 Comments
The Chair
937 reads
5 Comments
The white ones
He loved those white pills
to bad sometimes love kills
watching him spiral to the floor
watching him want them even more
sweat dripping from his head
before to long he would be dead
forced to sleep with my purse
four months later he would arrive in a hearse
wishing he was still here with me
wondering how this could be
six men carry his casket away
now I weep at a head stone every day
fucking pills took my soul mate
a drug company bottled my fate
the emptiness is felt...
to bad sometimes love kills
watching him spiral to the floor
watching him want them even more
sweat dripping from his head
before to long he would be dead
forced to sleep with my purse
four months later he would arrive in a hearse
wishing he was still here with me
wondering how this could be
six men carry his casket away
now I weep at a head stone every day
fucking pills took my soul mate
a drug company bottled my fate
the emptiness is felt...
967 reads
6 Comments
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