Submissions by shannonJane (Lost poet - Day dreamer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
What's if that was to happen .. what if.
And what if I was to end my life ...
And what if I did choose that than this life over all ...
And what if I did ...
And what if I never forgive how I effortlessly destroyed the ones who love me...
What if .. death is the answer im searching for..
What if that is what I avoid...
What if that is why I'm scared...
Impacted combust ...
I lost all trust ...
In all ..like a demon over taken in a fragile state.
A prison cell formed around my mind..
It's time to live on.
Something else over than this life ..
I can't stand by anyone's side...
And what if I did choose that than this life over all ...
And what if I did ...
And what if I never forgive how I effortlessly destroyed the ones who love me...
What if .. death is the answer im searching for..
What if that is what I avoid...
What if that is why I'm scared...
Impacted combust ...
I lost all trust ...
In all ..like a demon over taken in a fragile state.
A prison cell formed around my mind..
It's time to live on.
Something else over than this life ..
I can't stand by anyone's side...
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Shameful life
Take the dagger. Twist it in my scull. I dare you . Crack it open. Let my eyes spill out infront of me. Let my exhaustion be released.
Take the dagger. Stick it in my gut. Twist it. Twist it. Let my skin crumble like a biscuit. Take my shaking hands and then turn to look at my shaking wrists. Slit them. Dive so hard that metal is it's bleeding charm.
Take that dagger and force my feet deep into the ground. As I laugh. As I laugh to find a map. Broken bones punch the bruises.
Take that dagger and hand it to me while I finish the curtain call.
Watch as I fall. Watch as I...
Take the dagger. Stick it in my gut. Twist it. Twist it. Let my skin crumble like a biscuit. Take my shaking hands and then turn to look at my shaking wrists. Slit them. Dive so hard that metal is it's bleeding charm.
Take that dagger and force my feet deep into the ground. As I laugh. As I laugh to find a map. Broken bones punch the bruises.
Take that dagger and hand it to me while I finish the curtain call.
Watch as I fall. Watch as I...
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Black and blue.
Voyaging rain drops spill down the window.
my pillow was tranquil this morning.
Your face played and paused in my head.
I'm shaking telling myself "how can one be so hurt by love again".
The evil starts to enter and i find myself on my knees.
begging the Lord to give my brain ease.
Forgiveness , strength and the will to walk forward.
To walk away.
Dissapearing raindrops , puddles that will soon clear .. all like the blood on my heart dear.
It will downpour for a long time.
Probably years.
The will to survive.No time for tears....
my pillow was tranquil this morning.
Your face played and paused in my head.
I'm shaking telling myself "how can one be so hurt by love again".
The evil starts to enter and i find myself on my knees.
begging the Lord to give my brain ease.
Forgiveness , strength and the will to walk forward.
To walk away.
Dissapearing raindrops , puddles that will soon clear .. all like the blood on my heart dear.
It will downpour for a long time.
Probably years.
The will to survive.No time for tears....
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once again
Once again you steal to become my muse.
Once again your voice echoed in my brain.
Once again your voice echoed in my brain.
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Grasps of lost love
Sometimes it is a euphoric feeling the grasp of your riches.
The riches you hold so delicatly inside your mind and heart.
They fade into me like a silent wave.
Grasping for you in deep water you still resurrect me back to the top. Reasuring me to breathe.
Sometimes it is a daunting feeling being able to feel the cold air that lingures.
It shivers me down to my spin.
Unlocking the dark underworld in my mind.
The grasp is a current I'm swept away with ... left upon a shore.
Sometimes I feel euphoric.
Sometimes I feel cold and alone.
When I hear...
The riches you hold so delicatly inside your mind and heart.
They fade into me like a silent wave.
Grasping for you in deep water you still resurrect me back to the top. Reasuring me to breathe.
Sometimes it is a daunting feeling being able to feel the cold air that lingures.
It shivers me down to my spin.
Unlocking the dark underworld in my mind.
The grasp is a current I'm swept away with ... left upon a shore.
Sometimes I feel euphoric.
Sometimes I feel cold and alone.
When I hear...
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thy own soul
To accept this.
To feel this.
closer .. comfort.
Life of lonliness bliss.
appreciation that I missed.
Things you never heard me hiss.
The hardest concurer is one's own demons.
I have fallen.
I have rose.
now I lay.
Captivated by my own soul.
Rebalanced in my thoughts.
Finding the waves of how to hold.
no treasure in this sea.
I'm the captain of my eternity.
The soul cleansing discovery.
Take me back to time before it all.
Keeping the knowledge to concur and help the sick.
keeping the lessons.
Counting the...
To feel this.
closer .. comfort.
Life of lonliness bliss.
appreciation that I missed.
Things you never heard me hiss.
The hardest concurer is one's own demons.
I have fallen.
I have rose.
now I lay.
Captivated by my own soul.
Rebalanced in my thoughts.
Finding the waves of how to hold.
no treasure in this sea.
I'm the captain of my eternity.
The soul cleansing discovery.
Take me back to time before it all.
Keeping the knowledge to concur and help the sick.
keeping the lessons.
Counting the...
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The past three days ..seeing your face
The past three days have been torturing for me.
Your face has appeared in my dreams over and over as the night's have passed.
I have wanted to lye in bed circuling my mind .. probably cry but no I fight for more.
I fight for motivation to move on.
I spent the past three days raging inside , tormented in my mind.
Like a car running out of gas I'm finding it hard to breathe.
To erase you ...
to erase you ...
Your memory to much of a heartbreak tease.
Looking at the reflection staring at me ,let's applaud the unbelished skin. What a pernicious hour....
Your face has appeared in my dreams over and over as the night's have passed.
I have wanted to lye in bed circuling my mind .. probably cry but no I fight for more.
I fight for motivation to move on.
I spent the past three days raging inside , tormented in my mind.
Like a car running out of gas I'm finding it hard to breathe.
To erase you ...
to erase you ...
Your memory to much of a heartbreak tease.
Looking at the reflection staring at me ,let's applaud the unbelished skin. What a pernicious hour....
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Time to run away ..
Awakness in a frozen mental frame.
Sending me more mad in the brain.
I seem to want to cut myself off.
Reality so pointless.
Daydreaming so pointless.
My whole awakening of being. Fractured in the making.
People always taking.
Everything. My life. No dreams.
Just an answer to the questions they scream.
Me. Me.. I'm weightless.
Ready to fly off the edge.
You wont understand.
Your not in this awakening.
Your not on the path.
You won't understand why I want to end it.
Unless you do .. then what did you do.
They say it's...
Sending me more mad in the brain.
I seem to want to cut myself off.
Reality so pointless.
Daydreaming so pointless.
My whole awakening of being. Fractured in the making.
People always taking.
Everything. My life. No dreams.
Just an answer to the questions they scream.
Me. Me.. I'm weightless.
Ready to fly off the edge.
You wont understand.
Your not in this awakening.
Your not on the path.
You won't understand why I want to end it.
Unless you do .. then what did you do.
They say it's...
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Spiritual awakening.
A step ahead in the spiritual world.
head so closed. So awake.
In my own exquisite way.
I meet them. I see them.
I see.
I see.
So much they think I don't.
I hear. I vibe.
Always have. Always will.
I watch. I learn.
A step ahead in the spiritual world.
why's life pointless to me.
No path.
No path.
It was him and me ...
I had hope ...
I see so much.
I hear more than you think.
so darling girl..
darling girl..
Keep my lover.
For our love I'm trying to toss beneathe the sea.
Never to see. Never...
head so closed. So awake.
In my own exquisite way.
I meet them. I see them.
I see.
I see.
So much they think I don't.
I hear. I vibe.
Always have. Always will.
I watch. I learn.
A step ahead in the spiritual world.
why's life pointless to me.
No path.
No path.
It was him and me ...
I had hope ...
I see so much.
I hear more than you think.
so darling girl..
darling girl..
Keep my lover.
For our love I'm trying to toss beneathe the sea.
Never to see. Never...
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He was much more than a summer rose.
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Understanding
The level of knowing is only reached by the breech we show one another.
The mind is a ticking machine , an atom working it's way in mystery.
To be one with yourself and to be one with another is a force reconed by your innerself.
The many beats to the universe ...and ...you my friend are one.
We are one .
We can become or exhale one another in the space of understanding and time.
It's all up to you.
On how you choose to understand.
The mind is a ticking machine , an atom working it's way in mystery.
To be one with yourself and to be one with another is a force reconed by your innerself.
The many beats to the universe ...and ...you my friend are one.
We are one .
We can become or exhale one another in the space of understanding and time.
It's all up to you.
On how you choose to understand.
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Running in trembles of lost hope
Burning trembles of lost hope.
I fooled myself again. Running from myself. So afraid.
Shadows marking my face.
The trace of my steps lingering on me like a prey. Mistakes and dark alleyways.
I just want normality. Freedom.
I just want to be safe.
Like a ugly duck seeking solitude. In nothingness. Just a blank cover.
No longer be able to recover.
What do I do ... we're do I go ...
Who can understand ...
The head fuck I become to be. Running from myself harming those around me. They won't ever understand I'm just a grain of sand.
Bury thy...
I fooled myself again. Running from myself. So afraid.
Shadows marking my face.
The trace of my steps lingering on me like a prey. Mistakes and dark alleyways.
I just want normality. Freedom.
I just want to be safe.
Like a ugly duck seeking solitude. In nothingness. Just a blank cover.
No longer be able to recover.
What do I do ... we're do I go ...
Who can understand ...
The head fuck I become to be. Running from myself harming those around me. They won't ever understand I'm just a grain of sand.
Bury thy...
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