Submissions by ravensnicholson (Raven Black)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 8:50pm
17th Oct 2022 8:50pm
I'm not dead yet.
Walking in at eight
lack of sleep still shadowing my eyes
looking around at the mess that is my fate
taking a deep breath and walking into my place
the overwhelming scattered stack
littering my desk as the requests ring as i open my mac
my phone going off with its never ending chime
remembering the reason i do this is for the needed dime
my chest constricting as i see all that is wrong
the threads of positivity ripping as is the daily song
as i look at my list which is somehow too long
and being judged for what i did "wrong" ...
lack of sleep still shadowing my eyes
looking around at the mess that is my fate
taking a deep breath and walking into my place
the overwhelming scattered stack
littering my desk as the requests ring as i open my mac
my phone going off with its never ending chime
remembering the reason i do this is for the needed dime
my chest constricting as i see all that is wrong
the threads of positivity ripping as is the daily song
as i look at my list which is somehow too long
and being judged for what i did "wrong" ...
#frustration
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2017 11:32am
5th May 2017 11:32am
Tired
I'm so tired
I can't do this anymore
This is not how I was wired
Why does life feel like a chore?
I just want this to end
This never-ending exhaustion
that sleep is unable to mend
and coffee is unable to pretend...
I am physically drained
emotionally dead
and mentally insane
with a side order of dread.
She is Missing,
He is Dying,
waiting for a blessing
crumbling and crying.
The last of my composure is crumbling
How long 'til I completely lose it?
How much gossip and mumbling
from strangers who...
I can't do this anymore
This is not how I was wired
Why does life feel like a chore?
I just want this to end
This never-ending exhaustion
that sleep is unable to mend
and coffee is unable to pretend...
I am physically drained
emotionally dead
and mentally insane
with a side order of dread.
She is Missing,
He is Dying,
waiting for a blessing
crumbling and crying.
The last of my composure is crumbling
How long 'til I completely lose it?
How much gossip and mumbling
from strangers who...
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd May 2017 10:03am
3rd May 2017 10:03am
Disposable
What have I become?
Nothing but disposable.
I'm sitting waiting for you to come
despite the fact I'm tired and uncomfortable.
You have stood me up time and time again
but I'm patient with you
just in case there's a hand I can lend
but here I am alone in the cold,
my fingers going blue.
You are not coming,
you never do.
I don't know why this hurts my feelings
It's nothing new...
I am a fool
for thinking I meant something to you,
but you used me like a tool
It's what I'm told you do.
That first day I thought...
Nothing but disposable.
I'm sitting waiting for you to come
despite the fact I'm tired and uncomfortable.
You have stood me up time and time again
but I'm patient with you
just in case there's a hand I can lend
but here I am alone in the cold,
my fingers going blue.
You are not coming,
you never do.
I don't know why this hurts my feelings
It's nothing new...
I am a fool
for thinking I meant something to you,
but you used me like a tool
It's what I'm told you do.
That first day I thought...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd May 2017 9:45am
3rd May 2017 9:45am
Temptation
Lead me not into temptation
As the blood flows dark within my mind
As the darkness swallows me whole
and destroys what's left of my soul.
My brain fills with the percussion
that plays in my dreams and visions
and slowly descends as does my respiration
Is this it? I ask the darkness.
Have I reached expiration?
I look into the abyss
and death surrounds me
I say: "Lead me not into temptation!"
and turn to the world, the cruel salvation.
My heart pounds faster in my ears
As the feeling of dread draws near
and the cold...
As the blood flows dark within my mind
As the darkness swallows me whole
and destroys what's left of my soul.
My brain fills with the percussion
that plays in my dreams and visions
and slowly descends as does my respiration
Is this it? I ask the darkness.
Have I reached expiration?
I look into the abyss
and death surrounds me
I say: "Lead me not into temptation!"
and turn to the world, the cruel salvation.
My heart pounds faster in my ears
As the feeling of dread draws near
and the cold...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2017 7:06pm
2nd May 2017 7:06pm
Used Shoes
We are nothing more
Slaving away because we are poor
Moulding to suit your rules
We've become nothing but used shoes...
You make us forget our dreams
with a small promised paycheck to give us means
and discard us when we have no use
We've become nothing but used shoes...
We cannot talk about our insecurities
because we have to pay our responsibilities
Which leads to all kinds of mental abuse
because we are nothing but used shoes...
We come to you fresh
and you give us too much of a stretch
until we are...
Slaving away because we are poor
Moulding to suit your rules
We've become nothing but used shoes...
You make us forget our dreams
with a small promised paycheck to give us means
and discard us when we have no use
We've become nothing but used shoes...
We cannot talk about our insecurities
because we have to pay our responsibilities
Which leads to all kinds of mental abuse
because we are nothing but used shoes...
We come to you fresh
and you give us too much of a stretch
until we are...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd May 2017 6:52pm
2nd May 2017 6:52pm
We are Broken
Why fix what was never broken?"
Are you so absorbed with yourself that you cannot see the bodies falling around you?
You call me prejudiced when all you do is insult and belittle anyone who isn't you.
You use me for target practice when you are angry at yourself. Well, I'm tired of dodging bullets and I'm tired of catching tears.
I only want to be near you but you shove me away.
Why fix what was never broken? The reality is:
We Are Broken...
We are broken beyond repair.
You threw me away too many times as if I was nothing more than disposable.
Let...
Are you so absorbed with yourself that you cannot see the bodies falling around you?
You call me prejudiced when all you do is insult and belittle anyone who isn't you.
You use me for target practice when you are angry at yourself. Well, I'm tired of dodging bullets and I'm tired of catching tears.
I only want to be near you but you shove me away.
Why fix what was never broken? The reality is:
We Are Broken...
We are broken beyond repair.
You threw me away too many times as if I was nothing more than disposable.
Let...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2017 1:02pm
9th Mar 2017 1:02pm
Death Lesson
As her soul stares at her cold, dead body
sprawled carelessly in the gutter on the side of the road.
Watching her multiple stab wounds bleed
as the rain washes the blood through the stones.
She stares at her body unable to feel the rain,
unable to feel fear in the lonely darkness,
the blood? Why can't she feel the pain?
She can't feel the tears roll down her blood-stained cheek, her body motionless...
She thought why nobody came to her aid
when the robber stabbed her with the sharp blade.
She looked next to the body- there lay the...
sprawled carelessly in the gutter on the side of the road.
Watching her multiple stab wounds bleed
as the rain washes the blood through the stones.
She stares at her body unable to feel the rain,
unable to feel fear in the lonely darkness,
the blood? Why can't she feel the pain?
She can't feel the tears roll down her blood-stained cheek, her body motionless...
She thought why nobody came to her aid
when the robber stabbed her with the sharp blade.
She looked next to the body- there lay the...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2017 12:41pm
2nd Mar 2017 12:41pm
Left for Dead
Can you hear my voice?
Can you hear it calling out to you?
Am I making enough noise
or can't you hear me at all?
I'm falling deeper in this hole,
gravity pulls me deeper into dark despair.
I'm falling so fast I cannot even cry.
Grab me by the hand and pull me back up there!
I'm deep underground in the darkness.
You just waved goodbye!
I wasn't important enough for you, I guess
I will have to climb out myself
though I can't see the soft ground on which I lie.
It is cold but I begin to climb,
digging my fingers into the...
Can you hear it calling out to you?
Am I making enough noise
or can't you hear me at all?
I'm falling deeper in this hole,
gravity pulls me deeper into dark despair.
I'm falling so fast I cannot even cry.
Grab me by the hand and pull me back up there!
I'm deep underground in the darkness.
You just waved goodbye!
I wasn't important enough for you, I guess
I will have to climb out myself
though I can't see the soft ground on which I lie.
It is cold but I begin to climb,
digging my fingers into the...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2016 8:36pm
5th Dec 2016 8:36pm
Photographs
Lying awake at night, unable to sleep
Bored and suffocating in the dark, lying so still
my mind roaming, thinking. thinking way too deep.
Just want some silence so I can catch some sleep.
I turn on the light and rummage for my phone,
no other entertainment now that I'm alone.
Instead I find an old file deep where nobody looks,
photographs I now wish I never took.
Hurtful memories come forward from the depths of my mind,
how could I have been so naïve and blind?
All the memories make me angry
as I remember, boy do I remember...
The time...
Bored and suffocating in the dark, lying so still
my mind roaming, thinking. thinking way too deep.
Just want some silence so I can catch some sleep.
I turn on the light and rummage for my phone,
no other entertainment now that I'm alone.
Instead I find an old file deep where nobody looks,
photographs I now wish I never took.
Hurtful memories come forward from the depths of my mind,
how could I have been so naïve and blind?
All the memories make me angry
as I remember, boy do I remember...
The time...
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Nov 2016 6:03pm
13th Nov 2016 6:03pm
Dreamland
The bells are ringing
the sound of their beautiful chime
where my father loved singing
a song he loved at the time.
We used to dance together
father and daughter
until he ran away;
at least, that's what they say..
I sat by the river in the rain,
the place he used to love.
My mom called him insane
but he believed rain was a gift from above.
I sang the song he used to sing
and felt his presence there with me,
the sound of his voice echoed through the wind
the love he had was larger than the sea
I waited for him...
the sound of their beautiful chime
where my father loved singing
a song he loved at the time.
We used to dance together
father and daughter
until he ran away;
at least, that's what they say..
I sat by the river in the rain,
the place he used to love.
My mom called him insane
but he believed rain was a gift from above.
I sang the song he used to sing
and felt his presence there with me,
the sound of his voice echoed through the wind
the love he had was larger than the sea
I waited for him...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2016 6:19pm
12th Nov 2016 6:19pm
Life in Ebony
Life in Ebony
that's what it really is.
Dysfunctional, eaten alive...
There is no such thing as light
just illusion and the hope of light.
Lost, nowhere to go except deeper into the darkness.
Keep fighting, you will just get there faster.
Sorrow, Death. What is happiness?
It is an illusion, an idea...
My Ebony:
You are not a colour, race or mood,
you are a pit of nothingness
an echo of fragile hope,
a breakdown of time,
a tear in the mind.
My Ebony is my heaven and hell
my ice cold winter, my boiling hot summer.
No...
that's what it really is.
Dysfunctional, eaten alive...
There is no such thing as light
just illusion and the hope of light.
Lost, nowhere to go except deeper into the darkness.
Keep fighting, you will just get there faster.
Sorrow, Death. What is happiness?
It is an illusion, an idea...
My Ebony:
You are not a colour, race or mood,
you are a pit of nothingness
an echo of fragile hope,
a breakdown of time,
a tear in the mind.
My Ebony is my heaven and hell
my ice cold winter, my boiling hot summer.
No...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 9:50pm
11th Nov 2016 9:50pm
Apocalypse
No more tears left to cry
No more blood left to be shed
Everything has been left to dry,
Everything seeped through the silk of the death bed.
It has all gone black
and the storm is silent
For all remorse is lacked
and no air left to vent.
All seem so righteous
yet the have lost faith,
preaching religion by force,
a numbness stopping the beatings of words on their face.
Time slows down and almost stops,
lost joy replaced with misery and anger,
torturous gazes as hell does weep
begging and pleading for it to stop
yet, in the...
No more blood left to be shed
Everything has been left to dry,
Everything seeped through the silk of the death bed.
It has all gone black
and the storm is silent
For all remorse is lacked
and no air left to vent.
All seem so righteous
yet the have lost faith,
preaching religion by force,
a numbness stopping the beatings of words on their face.
Time slows down and almost stops,
lost joy replaced with misery and anger,
torturous gazes as hell does weep
begging and pleading for it to stop
yet, in the...
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