Submissions by rosegold
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Creative minds stick together
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 7:57pm
23rd Jul 2017 7:57pm
Oh So Wrong
I thought it should be easier
As time carried along
But I was oh so wrong
I thought that one mistake
Shouldn't affect me so strong
But I was oh so wrong
I thought I should know how to stop,
But I became too far strung along-
I was oh so wrong
As time carried along
But I was oh so wrong
I thought that one mistake
Shouldn't affect me so strong
But I was oh so wrong
I thought I should know how to stop,
But I became too far strung along-
I was oh so wrong
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#despair #addiction
#despair #addiction
472 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 5:58pm
23rd Jul 2017 5:58pm
I got nothing
Write the right
Words
Make yourself
Heard
Express how you
Feel
Make it seem
Real
Why won't it
Flow
Where'd the inspiration
Go
It was here just a minute
Ago
Words
Make yourself
Heard
Express how you
Feel
Make it seem
Real
Why won't it
Flow
Where'd the inspiration
Go
It was here just a minute
Ago
#WritersBlock
#rhyming
#MyInspiration
761 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2017 4:13am
22nd Jul 2017 4:13am
Dust
First, it's my fingertips.
I watch them turn white
then fall as ash to the ground.
The disease slowly but steadily
spreads to my hands and up my arms.
It's got my toes, too.
I don't notice, at first,
not until I find that I can't stand.
I look down and don't see feet,
but legs quickly dissolving
into piles of soft, powdery dust.
It's getting faster.
I have no arms or legs.
I start to panic as it hits me that
my body is being eaten away.
I'm sitting in a pile of dust.
I am dust.
Maybe that's...
I watch them turn white
then fall as ash to the ground.
The disease slowly but steadily
spreads to my hands and up my arms.
It's got my toes, too.
I don't notice, at first,
not until I find that I can't stand.
I look down and don't see feet,
but legs quickly dissolving
into piles of soft, powdery dust.
It's getting faster.
I have no arms or legs.
I start to panic as it hits me that
my body is being eaten away.
I'm sitting in a pile of dust.
I am dust.
Maybe that's...
#dark
#corruption
#death #fiction
#death #fiction
768 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 3:06am
21st Jul 2017 3:06am
Stars
Stars
Towering
Above in the sky
Really big, but they look so
Small, because they're up so high
Towering
Above in the sky
Really big, but they look so
Small, because they're up so high
#stars
#sky
#nature
560 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 6:02pm
20th Jul 2017 6:02pm
Haiku of Heat
Hot days melt my skin
I'm longing for a cool breeze
Sweat drips down my back
I'm longing for a cool breeze
Sweat drips down my back
#sun
#haiku
531 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
Happy Pill
I gladly took my happy pill
They said it would my sadness kill
But it didn't work
And I went berzerk
And now they say I'm madly ill
They said it would my sadness kill
But it didn't work
And I went berzerk
And now they say I'm madly ill
#drugs
#MentalHealth
828 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 3:17am
20th Jul 2017 3:17am
Headache
it hurts worse than anything,
cycling constant
through my cursed head
and I hate it
throbbing
it has me sobbing
trying to remember to breathe
please make it stop
hours seem like days
of constant affliction
and I just want to know
why?
what's the point
when there's nothing I can do
to save my mind of the monster
called migraine?
ice packs, shoulder rubs,
holding my head like
a crazy person--
is it really that bad?
popping pain pills fast enough ...
cycling constant
through my cursed head
and I hate it
throbbing
it has me sobbing
trying to remember to breathe
please make it stop
hours seem like days
of constant affliction
and I just want to know
why?
what's the point
when there's nothing I can do
to save my mind of the monster
called migraine?
ice packs, shoulder rubs,
holding my head like
a crazy person--
is it really that bad?
popping pain pills fast enough ...
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
#suffering
674 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2017 7:09pm
19th Jul 2017 7:09pm
Those Days
on those days
nothing exists
outside the pitiful prison
I call my room
it doesn't matter what plans are in store
or who comes knocking at the bolted door
I can't hear you through the locks and chains--
I am unreachable on those days
on those days
time is an illusion
playing with my throbbing mind
on those days
I'm filled with fatigue and drained of life
of feeling
of everything
I am useless and pathetic on those days
I'm don't know the cause
or...
nothing exists
outside the pitiful prison
I call my room
it doesn't matter what plans are in store
or who comes knocking at the bolted door
I can't hear you through the locks and chains--
I am unreachable on those days
on those days
time is an illusion
playing with my throbbing mind
on those days
I'm filled with fatigue and drained of life
of feeling
of everything
I am useless and pathetic on those days
I'm don't know the cause
or...
#depression
#sadness
#loneliness
599 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 9:25pm
15th Jul 2017 9:25pm
Falling Again
Falling again
After so much time
I finally felt okay
Safe at the top
But I'm falling again
Into the deep pit of grime
With its smooth walls of clay
And no way to stop
Please understand
It's not your fault that I fell
Maybe it's fate
I was too weak to hold on
Just hold out your hand
But don't follow me to hell
If it's too late
And I'm already too far gone
After so much time
I finally felt okay
Safe at the top
But I'm falling again
Into the deep pit of grime
With its smooth walls of clay
And no way to stop
Please understand
It's not your fault that I fell
Maybe it's fate
I was too weak to hold on
Just hold out your hand
But don't follow me to hell
If it's too late
And I'm already too far gone
#depression
#strength
#FeelingLost
731 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 8:34am
15th Jul 2017 8:34am
Making no progress
Moving forward
Everybody's doing it,
Right?
It's expected
It's necessary
It's part of life
"What have you been up to?"
I hate that question.
They think I'm lazy
I'm asked about future plans,
Impossible goals, nonexistent dreams.
I think I'm crazy.
Whatever I try,
it makes no difference
My life's at a standstill
"It's just a tough time -
You're a little behind"
Oh, thanks. I couldn't tell.
Some say to get it together
Some say I can catch up
I feel like I never...
Everybody's doing it,
Right?
It's expected
It's necessary
It's part of life
"What have you been up to?"
I hate that question.
They think I'm lazy
I'm asked about future plans,
Impossible goals, nonexistent dreams.
I think I'm crazy.
Whatever I try,
it makes no difference
My life's at a standstill
"It's just a tough time -
You're a little behind"
Oh, thanks. I couldn't tell.
Some say to get it together
Some say I can catch up
I feel like I never...
#LifeStruggles
#depression
631 reads
4 Comments
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