Submissions by schizodude (a voice from the void)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
a shadow of what once was, preserved by caffeine and spite, i turmoil the days in order to give shape to words
(title at the bottom)
is this a poem or epitaph
am i a villian or a fighter
a coward with a lighter
or a broken hearted survivor
is this a memory or trauma
am i a victim of desire
a child who was never a child
a toy waiting to be acquired
are these merely words that i speak
a familiarity which i meet
an addictiaction which i seek
mourning for what could not be
are these really lines that i creep
a poison that oozes in my sleep
dripping on pages to show im weak
or rather healing that...
am i a villian or a fighter
a coward with a lighter
or a broken hearted survivor
is this a memory or trauma
am i a victim of desire
a child who was never a child
a toy waiting to be acquired
are these merely words that i speak
a familiarity which i meet
an addictiaction which i seek
mourning for what could not be
are these really lines that i creep
a poison that oozes in my sleep
dripping on pages to show im weak
or rather healing that...
#honesty
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longing
i wish I could hold your hand
and cuddle with you at night
and cuddle with you at night
#love
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i am not one to share how i'm doing
i'd rather be swallowed whole than be the one losing
though in the end that's what ends up happening anyway
you lose the light you had and go on bruising
each dream you had dies and begins fusing
with nightmares that seem all too real and have names you wouldnt feel
not until they've strangled your happiness with muted fallacies
begging you to take one more sip of that liquor
screaming at you that no one gives another sinner
a chance to redeem your self and maybe that true ...
i'd rather be swallowed whole than be the one losing
though in the end that's what ends up happening anyway
you lose the light you had and go on bruising
each dream you had dies and begins fusing
with nightmares that seem all too real and have names you wouldnt feel
not until they've strangled your happiness with muted fallacies
begging you to take one more sip of that liquor
screaming at you that no one gives another sinner
a chance to redeem your self and maybe that true ...
#learning
#MovingOn
#determination
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i wish i could hold you
i wish i could take all the pain away
i wish i could've done things differently
perhaps maybe then i would've been able to make you happy
now i sit here knowing you probably have someone else
that my time is wasted wishing it could be me
that i could show you i've changed and i would come to see you right away
but i have to learn to live with my mistakes
even if it means having to let you go
know that Love is still held true
whenever i sit up late at night
...
i wish i could take all the pain away
i wish i could've done things differently
perhaps maybe then i would've been able to make you happy
now i sit here knowing you probably have someone else
that my time is wasted wishing it could be me
that i could show you i've changed and i would come to see you right away
but i have to learn to live with my mistakes
even if it means having to let you go
know that Love is still held true
whenever i sit up late at night
...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
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(title at the bottom)
i want to write out my pain in poetry
i want to dip my flesh in the healing i need
i want to eradicate all the loneliness i've felt
i want to extinguish this anger that boils inside
i want to breath in Life with a fury
i want to allow others a discourse for their suffering
i want to give birth to an age where we dont hide
i want to free the minds caged by trauma
-i want to be the person i needed as a child
i want to dip my flesh in the healing i need
i want to eradicate all the loneliness i've felt
i want to extinguish this anger that boils inside
i want to breath in Life with a fury
i want to allow others a discourse for their suffering
i want to give birth to an age where we dont hide
i want to free the minds caged by trauma
-i want to be the person i needed as a child
#learning
#healing
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poetry is my respite from the days
when i wish to claw my heart out and have it flayed
when it Loves, comes bursting from my chest
breaking my ribs with all the power it can taste
from lips as sweet as honey
from aches and days when its not funny
how it calms my anger that wants to lash out
scream at the skies for what had gone south
tolerated broken promise after broken promise
tells me that injustice was served and i need to act out
but i am soothed by the reality that i have come
from the...
when i wish to claw my heart out and have it flayed
when it Loves, comes bursting from my chest
breaking my ribs with all the power it can taste
from lips as sweet as honey
from aches and days when its not funny
how it calms my anger that wants to lash out
scream at the skies for what had gone south
tolerated broken promise after broken promise
tells me that injustice was served and i need to act out
but i am soothed by the reality that i have come
from the...
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection #acceptance
#SelfReflection #acceptance
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what truly weird and beautiful Life it be
that i get to experience every thing as me
a bundle of atoms crossing the stars
looking out, finding the farce
society is merely an illusion we seek
attempting to define to which we meet
transparent molecules glisten in morning dew
energy gained consciousness we seek to soothe
each precipice that we look over
all the anger we've dumped over
gathered to figure out why
-we exist
that i get to experience every thing as me
a bundle of atoms crossing the stars
looking out, finding the farce
society is merely an illusion we seek
attempting to define to which we meet
transparent molecules glisten in morning dew
energy gained consciousness we seek to soothe
each precipice that we look over
all the anger we've dumped over
gathered to figure out why
-we exist
#nature
#philosophical
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dreams and aspirations are the tip of all this
the tip of why i write poetry in the first place
the tip of why i scream and cry onto a page
the tip of why i claw and bleed unto the pen
each line carries a piece of me forgotten
each singular letter a testament to wanting to be better
each fragmented rhythm an echo of who i was
each section a rallying cry for a better tomorrow
so dont ask me why i became a beast of words
dont ask why i stay late at night wanting to be heard
dont ask why i'm not able...
the tip of why i write poetry in the first place
the tip of why i scream and cry onto a page
the tip of why i claw and bleed unto the pen
each line carries a piece of me forgotten
each singular letter a testament to wanting to be better
each fragmented rhythm an echo of who i was
each section a rallying cry for a better tomorrow
so dont ask me why i became a beast of words
dont ask why i stay late at night wanting to be heard
dont ask why i'm not able...
#myself
#determination
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i wont be another nameless soul
wandering around their forgotten dreams
broken by the rabble, if only they could see
that only you can give up if you believe
your self worthless and what others have thought to conceive
in a society based upon Loveless acts
selfish greed as the highest art
begone with the ways that you have to be
there isnt enough room for me to be free
i will not be a puppet that cannot bleed
if i must tear of these stiches to feel
then i will do so with a roar to finally need
...
wandering around their forgotten dreams
broken by the rabble, if only they could see
that only you can give up if you believe
your self worthless and what others have thought to conceive
in a society based upon Loveless acts
selfish greed as the highest art
begone with the ways that you have to be
there isnt enough room for me to be free
i will not be a puppet that cannot bleed
if i must tear of these stiches to feel
then i will do so with a roar to finally need
...
#love
#strength
#courage #redemption
#courage #redemption
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when i speak of you, the moon get jealous
when i write poetry, you're there in every line
when i think, all i see is your chocolate eyes
when i bleed, your name loves in every drop
so why would I still feel this way
you may ask why i would remain a fool
if you heard her voice you'd understand
if you saw her smile you'd be glad
to witness such delight
to hear such design
how she carries her self across space
how her existence demands to be laced
with nothing short of praise and...
when i write poetry, you're there in every line
when i think, all i see is your chocolate eyes
when i bleed, your name loves in every drop
so why would I still feel this way
you may ask why i would remain a fool
if you heard her voice you'd understand
if you saw her smile you'd be glad
to witness such delight
to hear such design
how she carries her self across space
how her existence demands to be laced
with nothing short of praise and...
#love
#romantic
#honesty
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this promise i made, i swear to keep
even if these poems are all i can speak
to reach across the void i leap
in order to show i am more than just feats
though that i wish that we could meet
to show you that i am yours to keep
to run your hunger across my chest
fill your lips with all i miss
and speak truth to Love i still hold
find a path in hopes that we can hold
each other close, and never let go
i keep writing poetry so i can show
-i can be yours, you need only ask
even if these poems are all i can speak
to reach across the void i leap
in order to show i am more than just feats
though that i wish that we could meet
to show you that i am yours to keep
to run your hunger across my chest
fill your lips with all i miss
and speak truth to Love i still hold
find a path in hopes that we can hold
each other close, and never let go
i keep writing poetry so i can show
-i can be yours, you need only ask
#love
#honesty
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i dont know if these words will ever be read
i dont know if this poem will ever be fed
i dont know if i'll ever publish a book
i dont know if i'll ever quite have that look
i dont know if the sun will rise again
i dont know if the stars will explode within
i dont know a lot of things and thats ok
cause Life isnt a puzzle or mystery to be solved
choices we make are the process we keep
each time grasp we must remember to weep
hiding sadness does not help you sleep
nor does anxiety give...
i dont know if this poem will ever be fed
i dont know if i'll ever publish a book
i dont know if i'll ever quite have that look
i dont know if the sun will rise again
i dont know if the stars will explode within
i dont know a lot of things and thats ok
cause Life isnt a puzzle or mystery to be solved
choices we make are the process we keep
each time grasp we must remember to weep
hiding sadness does not help you sleep
nor does anxiety give...
#love
#hope
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