Submissions by thoughtsdie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My writing has been described as cryptic and ambiguous. I appreciate any interpretations that people may have. Often my notes are full of scrambled thoughts that I try to piece together in poetry.
What is left
Sometimes I don't know
What keeps me here
What tortures me enough to stay
I can't tell what I am anymore
A roll of flesh
Wanting nothing more than decay
To be consumed by earths hunger
or
A demon devouring itself away?
What keeps me here
What tortures me enough to stay
I can't tell what I am anymore
A roll of flesh
Wanting nothing more than decay
To be consumed by earths hunger
or
A demon devouring itself away?
#dark
#death
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
61 reads
0 Comments
Cracks
Spiders thread themselves in my life
They hide in dark places
Under blankets
Behind paintings
Inside dead pages
Between all the cracks breaking me
They hide in dark places
Under blankets
Behind paintings
Inside dead pages
Between all the cracks breaking me
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
116 reads
2 Comments
I miss shadows
I miss my little light
It kept me sane
Inside the darkness of my pain
Now crawling alone
Where my shadows used to glow
They've outgrown me
Faded into a place unknown
Where is my lighter
I miss my casted friends
It kept me sane
Inside the darkness of my pain
Now crawling alone
Where my shadows used to glow
They've outgrown me
Faded into a place unknown
Where is my lighter
I miss my casted friends
#depression
#despair
#SelfHarm
#suffering
#FeelingLost
297 reads
3 Comments
Note from the psych ward
I feel like I'm losing it, I can't hurt myself the way I want to in here. Instead, I feel parts of my soul burning in hell. I would rather feel the burn of my matches than the fires of hell below. The demons are smiling, they enjoy my torment, they know that they've done the worst. They are the ones who taught me to relentlessly torture myself. Does pain ever end? Even if it does its all for nothing. Hell is where there is no end, eternal suffering, a wasted sacrifice. I'll take my chances and hope this place isn't it. That's all I've got going for me. The hope of death. I hate the feeling of...
#death
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#suicide
276 reads
1 Comment
Moss Pillows in the Field
My pillow is sheeted in moss
Maybe this is where
The sun shines not enough
I sleep here
Guard your memory from growing green
Listen to lullaby engravings
Brush cold stone
Breath alone
Feel your absence
Maybe this is where
The sun shines not enough
I sleep here
Guard your memory from growing green
Listen to lullaby engravings
Brush cold stone
Breath alone
Feel your absence
#depression
#grief
#hurt #TruthOfLife
#hurt #TruthOfLife
100 reads
1 Comment
Storms Breath
The dust of remains
Tucks in the dead
Never leaves crevices vacant
Or wrinkles clean
Land is always ready for sweeping
With traces of existence
I bring back faces
Forgotten since the first grain
Expressionless
Fall through grasps
Stick onto wounds
Grind down to a being less
Someone who never was
But a breath you took
Every storm carries a part of us
Gone, lost forever
Exhales gather
Tucks in the dead
Never leaves crevices vacant
Or wrinkles clean
Land is always ready for sweeping
With traces of existence
I bring back faces
Forgotten since the first grain
Expressionless
Fall through grasps
Stick onto wounds
Grind down to a being less
Someone who never was
But a breath you took
Every storm carries a part of us
Gone, lost forever
Exhales gather
#apathy
#bittersweet
#death #storm
#death #storm
184 reads
4 Comments
Wrinkles of Potential
Words are the temptress of my fingertips
They gravitate to vastening spaces
Sometimes I get lost between lines
Or cut through edges of this wrinkled mind
Find infinite pages inside
Waiting to saturate all it’s potential
They gravitate to vastening spaces
Sometimes I get lost between lines
Or cut through edges of this wrinkled mind
Find infinite pages inside
Waiting to saturate all it’s potential
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
154 reads
7 Comments
Executioner
The waves have eroded mountains in your eyes Crafted by mother’s earths swordsman
Dented folds stratify infinite circles of your soul
The katana only reflects a sliver of your essence
A weapon of art, a dangerous sultry
I want you to be the one
Who ends this misery
Dented folds stratify infinite circles of your soul
The katana only reflects a sliver of your essence
A weapon of art, a dangerous sultry
I want you to be the one
Who ends this misery
#apathy
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#suffering
155 reads
2 Comments
Without Rest
Take one step at a time
Live day by day
My feet sift across the world grave
Don't forget to dig
Before you lay
Live day by day
My feet sift across the world grave
Don't forget to dig
Before you lay
#apathy
#death
#emptiness
174 reads
2 Comments
Sighs of Winds
Shadows sliver days
Nightmare contours shades
Only flesh colors the grey
Inside lays graveyards of pain
I’ve decayed to dust
Waiting to bury bodies
Sighs of wind shovel us
Nightmare contours shades
Only flesh colors the grey
Inside lays graveyards of pain
I’ve decayed to dust
Waiting to bury bodies
Sighs of wind shovel us
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness #SelfHarm
#emptiness #SelfHarm
186 reads
1 Comment
Deafening Scream 6/20/23
We’re all screaming over each other and no one can’t make out their own voices. The suffering is so loud we don’t even realize we’ve gone deaf, because it continues in our heads. Covering the ears only makes the sound clearer, making noise adds to the sound itself. It’s finds a way to make every second of living torture. Deaths whisper calls out in this chaos, a brief moment of relief before it fades out again and I’m stuck here unable to listen. What a fucking tease.
#dark
#death
#despair
126 reads
1 Comment
Journal Entry (1 year old)
I don’t see the point in trying if nothings going to work. I can’t climb myself out of this hole when the walls keep breaking off with each attempt. And with each effort I only fall again with new injuries. Soon enough my whole body will break and have no strength to climb up again. My body is decaying and becoming a part of this dark, empty, nothingness. The walls are caving in and it’s raining. The rain cries for me and I’m drowning. I’m stuck and all I can do is wait for my last breath to come. The only comfort I have is the certainty of my demise.
#depression
#suicide
367 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by thoughtsdie