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
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#sex
#erotic
#orgasm
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perhaps i was a fool to think of you
that somehow we'd being a new
ending to this story that we had in
but now the wind goes and an end begins
rather the end that was always there
lay buried till i decided to disturb its air
perhaps i'm an idiot to think there a chance
that i'd go straight to you given a glance
to show tou that theres no fear in me
ravage my heart and pour in to see
your name never left my lips
even in despair i held your kiss
perhaps even these words wont do the trick
that...
that somehow we'd being a new
ending to this story that we had in
but now the wind goes and an end begins
rather the end that was always there
lay buried till i decided to disturb its air
perhaps i'm an idiot to think there a chance
that i'd go straight to you given a glance
to show tou that theres no fear in me
ravage my heart and pour in to see
your name never left my lips
even in despair i held your kiss
perhaps even these words wont do the trick
that...
#love
#heartbroken
#hurt
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i wish the words i write could've helped us realize
we can decide to make a better way
not frame it in an empty phrase
find that our tune
merely needs its own special day
but now i shape thoughts to words
far too late i feel for i've given more
time keeps passing and i find out your voice
fades from my memory and i cant help
to grasp at and relive each day
now i find that i have much to say
continue writing out a chance to make
a road towards a brand new light
made out of Love for each...
we can decide to make a better way
not frame it in an empty phrase
find that our tune
merely needs its own special day
but now i shape thoughts to words
far too late i feel for i've given more
time keeps passing and i find out your voice
fades from my memory and i cant help
to grasp at and relive each day
now i find that i have much to say
continue writing out a chance to make
a road towards a brand new light
made out of Love for each...
#hope
#romantic
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i want to tell you
i want to tell you how i've missed your voice
how it lulled me to sleep and gave me a choice
i want to tell you how i've written poem after poem
chased your eyes in every line i write
i want to tell you that for once joy inst found in distraction
its found in the spaces between each night
i want to tell you that i will find a way to mend the past
for decisions made are now in my voice
how it lulled me to sleep and gave me a choice
i want to tell you how i've written poem after poem
chased your eyes in every line i write
i want to tell you that for once joy inst found in distraction
its found in the spaces between each night
i want to tell you that i will find a way to mend the past
for decisions made are now in my voice
#love
#kindness
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stop with this maddening scribbling
ive had enough anxious spikes come from dividends
laid before my birth
given water until i reached this earth
so that once i'd come about
i was filled with insanity made from this pelt
held close as a family heirloom
passed down till i was slowly driven
to white padded walls and stern looks
discovering poetry to fill in these books
now that every one found my mind, a distaste
rambling on about a future
that couldnt quite possibly exist
if it wasnt envisioned by a mad man ...
ive had enough anxious spikes come from dividends
laid before my birth
given water until i reached this earth
so that once i'd come about
i was filled with insanity made from this pelt
held close as a family heirloom
passed down till i was slowly driven
to white padded walls and stern looks
discovering poetry to fill in these books
now that every one found my mind, a distaste
rambling on about a future
that couldnt quite possibly exist
if it wasnt envisioned by a mad man ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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i am a sham of a poet
i mean c'mon now
have you seen the works others produce?
the elegant turn of phrases
emotions running wild across the screen
actual passion and muse blended in
their turmoil etched beautifully rich with poetic fury
compared to all that, what do these words really mean?
i blubber about with no cohesion
i stutter my phrases with negligible seasons
that with each letter sputtered forth
leaves for bad taste easily washed with more
poets that can actually string together words
paint pictures others...
have you seen the works others produce?
the elegant turn of phrases
emotions running wild across the screen
actual passion and muse blended in
their turmoil etched beautifully rich with poetic fury
compared to all that, what do these words really mean?
i blubber about with no cohesion
i stutter my phrases with negligible seasons
that with each letter sputtered forth
leaves for bad taste easily washed with more
poets that can actually string together words
paint pictures others...
#LifeAsAWriter
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can i even call my self a poet?
can i even blend words to help convey a message?
can i even begin to use phrases to bring about a lesson?
can i even shape the landscape for my muse?
when other wordsmiths battle with use
while i lay here muttering
still trying to find my pieces broken and some
because in all honesty i do not create poems
i create mumblings better left on read
that wont bring about another fuse
wont light up the world as ive given age
all these ramblings are filled with base,
silly endevors that i've slowly put together ...
can i even begin to use phrases to bring about a lesson?
can i even shape the landscape for my muse?
when other wordsmiths battle with use
while i lay here muttering
still trying to find my pieces broken and some
because in all honesty i do not create poems
i create mumblings better left on read
that wont bring about another fuse
wont light up the world as ive given age
all these ramblings are filled with base,
silly endevors that i've slowly put together ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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my emotions chant and yell to be heard
but shudder at the thought of care
they exclaim that the injustice is not fair
but rarely will it make its move to care
they scramble along self destructive paths
but will lay bruised at another's hand
they scream and claw at the memories within
but lay silent when finally let in
they shy away in the corner to be ignored
but steadily move forward after everyone's nowhere
they fight to understand others
but will start to despise me the moment im...
but shudder at the thought of care
they exclaim that the injustice is not fair
but rarely will it make its move to care
they scramble along self destructive paths
but will lay bruised at another's hand
they scream and claw at the memories within
but lay silent when finally let in
they shy away in the corner to be ignored
but steadily move forward after everyone's nowhere
they fight to understand others
but will start to despise me the moment im...
#myself
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i wish I could speak to you
i wish these words could fly from screens
straight into your lap so perhaps you'd see
my mind is still stuck on you
after all these years i didnt expect much use
after all im a walking ground for disappointment
that even my poetry shies when asked to meet them
for my company leaves an ill taste
no amount of sweetness to give a chase
each decision i've made
each line i've craved
though nothing steals my sleep
more than this need
to attempt to show you i'm here
far from the shadows that give birth to...
straight into your lap so perhaps you'd see
my mind is still stuck on you
after all these years i didnt expect much use
after all im a walking ground for disappointment
that even my poetry shies when asked to meet them
for my company leaves an ill taste
no amount of sweetness to give a chase
each decision i've made
each line i've craved
though nothing steals my sleep
more than this need
to attempt to show you i'm here
far from the shadows that give birth to...
#love
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i want to ink out all the pain
splatter it all across this page
or rather this funny little computer screen
dividing my time in a simple "actually...."
i want to claw at my skin
rip it ro shreds to finally find within
the one who wont allow depression
to take the center stage we have been inventing
to get rid of this gargantuan anxiety
standing shyly by the door
all i want to do is keep vomiting these words
in hopes that one will bring me to be heard
that maybe im not so hideous as i feel ...
splatter it all across this page
or rather this funny little computer screen
dividing my time in a simple "actually...."
i want to claw at my skin
rip it ro shreds to finally find within
the one who wont allow depression
to take the center stage we have been inventing
to get rid of this gargantuan anxiety
standing shyly by the door
all i want to do is keep vomiting these words
in hopes that one will bring me to be heard
that maybe im not so hideous as i feel ...
#SelfReflection
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didnt we say goodbye
long before we even gave it a try
when our voices lowered to a whisper
we traded peace for toxic figures
dancing on our trauma
we gave each other's names
battles won and lost
choices proving all but naught
for capturing a moment under stars
to give a Life others wouldnt care
but words kept us clashing forwards
pieces of puzzles we held, never loward
passing by without a second glance
giving birth to issues that we always ran
from fight to fight holding it in ...
long before we even gave it a try
when our voices lowered to a whisper
we traded peace for toxic figures
dancing on our trauma
we gave each other's names
battles won and lost
choices proving all but naught
for capturing a moment under stars
to give a Life others wouldnt care
but words kept us clashing forwards
pieces of puzzles we held, never loward
passing by without a second glance
giving birth to issues that we always ran
from fight to fight holding it in ...
#heartbroken
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i found your name in my sleep
what i didnt find was a peace
for you haunt my waning nights
you played my fragile fight
what more can i be left to etch?
what more passion is there left to catch?
can i divorce my self from this pain
or will it lay haunting till the end of days?
i cannot hope to be released from anxiety
so at least grant me light hearted insanity
that way i can write without the lame
musings of self depravity that comes in waves
-i am losing and winning from what?
what i didnt find was a peace
for you haunt my waning nights
you played my fragile fight
what more can i be left to etch?
what more passion is there left to catch?
can i divorce my self from this pain
or will it lay haunting till the end of days?
i cannot hope to be released from anxiety
so at least grant me light hearted insanity
that way i can write without the lame
musings of self depravity that comes in waves
-i am losing and winning from what?
#anxiety
#depression
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