Submissions by tomriddlehp7 (Cody R.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2016 6:07pm
5th Nov 2016 6:07pm
The lack of creativity
What's it like to lose what you had .
Life is boring, nothing new.
When you work hard to achieve a goal.
But only seem to get further behind.
Now there is nothing but work and sleep.
Filling the void of my non creative life.
Nothing is for me as I am for nothing.
I only wonder where my creativity is.
Did I over use it?
Just wish I could get my creativity back.
Life is boring, nothing new.
When you work hard to achieve a goal.
But only seem to get further behind.
Now there is nothing but work and sleep.
Filling the void of my non creative life.
Nothing is for me as I am for nothing.
I only wonder where my creativity is.
Did I over use it?
Just wish I could get my creativity back.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2016 6:52am
13th Aug 2016 6:52am
Friends?
Actions speak louder than words or so the saying goes.
So I propose a deal or a gesture of good faith.
Let's just be friends for how ever long you want.
I don't mind just being friends I'm not bothered at all.
But I'll let you decide, it is entirely up to you.
A smart man can wait a lifetime for a woman like you.
So while I wait I want to be the best friend I can be for you.
I just hope friendship isn't an unreasonable request.
So I propose a deal or a gesture of good faith.
Let's just be friends for how ever long you want.
I don't mind just being friends I'm not bothered at all.
But I'll let you decide, it is entirely up to you.
A smart man can wait a lifetime for a woman like you.
So while I wait I want to be the best friend I can be for you.
I just hope friendship isn't an unreasonable request.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2016 6:54pm
12th Aug 2016 6:54pm
My interest
Believe what you want.
Believe that you are the only one with problems.
Believe that you are the only one that can't sleep at night.
Believe that you have trust issues.
Believe that you are in pain.
But you are not the only one.
Who else has been waiting all these years and would still wait for you.
Who else reads all of your work as soon as it's up.
Who else still finds you the most attractive woman he has ever met.
Who else is willing to help despite drowning in his own issues.
Who else believe that you should come first.
Who else...
Believe that you are the only one with problems.
Believe that you are the only one that can't sleep at night.
Believe that you have trust issues.
Believe that you are in pain.
But you are not the only one.
Who else has been waiting all these years and would still wait for you.
Who else reads all of your work as soon as it's up.
Who else still finds you the most attractive woman he has ever met.
Who else is willing to help despite drowning in his own issues.
Who else believe that you should come first.
Who else...
568 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2016 4:43am
12th Aug 2016 4:43am
Ocean floor
I wonder if I'm the one to save.
Lovely damsel trapped under waves.
On the sea floor I find her there.
Victim's lost in evils lair.
Enormous pressure of un fortunes plight.
Yet can I bring her back to light.
On these lips I'll give you air.
Use my gift and don't despair.
Lovely damsel trapped under waves.
On the sea floor I find her there.
Victim's lost in evils lair.
Enormous pressure of un fortunes plight.
Yet can I bring her back to light.
On these lips I'll give you air.
Use my gift and don't despair.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2016 7:36am
10th Aug 2016 7:36am
The pages that tell stories
I read what is said,
But I am confused.
What's in your head,
My silly muse.
Your words seem dark,
The pages yell.
Are you falling apart,
Are you going to hell.
What do you want,
Tell me the part.
When you should have listened,
To your broken heart.
So end the game,
And let it go.
I still miss the one,
I use to know.
But I am confused.
What's in your head,
My silly muse.
Your words seem dark,
The pages yell.
Are you falling apart,
Are you going to hell.
What do you want,
Tell me the part.
When you should have listened,
To your broken heart.
So end the game,
And let it go.
I still miss the one,
I use to know.
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 5:50am
28th Jun 2016 5:50am
Very Rude Boy
Listen here and listen well,
My words are like a hammer fell.
I strike the steel I make my mark,
I'm deep as Hell and just as dark.
I'll spin my words,
I'll change my style.
Now stick around,
Just stay awhile.
I told you once,
I say again.
You're very rude,
You ugly wren.
Just play nice is all I ask,
But you can't handle the simple task.
Your words wreak of uncivil fear,
If kept up you'll shed a tear.
Now if this is the game you want to play,
Go ahead, come on, I've got all day.
I write my poems...
My words are like a hammer fell.
I strike the steel I make my mark,
I'm deep as Hell and just as dark.
I'll spin my words,
I'll change my style.
Now stick around,
Just stay awhile.
I told you once,
I say again.
You're very rude,
You ugly wren.
Just play nice is all I ask,
But you can't handle the simple task.
Your words wreak of uncivil fear,
If kept up you'll shed a tear.
Now if this is the game you want to play,
Go ahead, come on, I've got all day.
I write my poems...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2015 10:50pm
14th Oct 2015 10:50pm
The sudden Nightmare
I dreamed again, of days long past.
Days that were happy and joyous.
Times I never wished to end.
But slowly the picture changed.
To the future I went.
Darker now but Hope was still there.
How. . .? I roll time back to another plane.
Im back home. . . I look by my side and I see Hope.
Confused I travel the familiar path.
At the end? Faces, faces of those I hold dear.
But when they see Hope their expressions change.
Pure hatred and malice in their glares.
I leave for a moment and come back to find that my Hope was not to be found.
I searched...
Days that were happy and joyous.
Times I never wished to end.
But slowly the picture changed.
To the future I went.
Darker now but Hope was still there.
How. . .? I roll time back to another plane.
Im back home. . . I look by my side and I see Hope.
Confused I travel the familiar path.
At the end? Faces, faces of those I hold dear.
But when they see Hope their expressions change.
Pure hatred and malice in their glares.
I leave for a moment and come back to find that my Hope was not to be found.
I searched...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 6:24am
26th Sep 2015 6:24am
Wonder if you remember
Years have past,
And things have changed,
I simply must be deranged.
I am lost,
You were found,
Under trees on high school ground.
Remember the good,
Remember the bad,
I thought our love was iron clad.
But war ensued,
And kingdoms fell,
Now my body resides in hell.
With time it aches,
The words still burn,
My soul is trapped in an ashy urn.
So though I doubt,
We will meet again,
Now I right this slip with a pen.
And if this should,
Just reach your eyes,
It does have to be the last...
And things have changed,
I simply must be deranged.
I am lost,
You were found,
Under trees on high school ground.
Remember the good,
Remember the bad,
I thought our love was iron clad.
But war ensued,
And kingdoms fell,
Now my body resides in hell.
With time it aches,
The words still burn,
My soul is trapped in an ashy urn.
So though I doubt,
We will meet again,
Now I right this slip with a pen.
And if this should,
Just reach your eyes,
It does have to be the last...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 3:38am
13th Oct 2014 3:38am
Broken glass of the past </3
Anger, disgust, loathing. Just a few things that come to mind when I think of how I feel about the past.
Things that you wish could have been or changed but knowing that you will never get the chance again. . .
Letting something so precious so fragile, like thin glass, slip from your grasp and shatter among the rocks. Leaving her there to be stepped on and to cause others pain. . .
Little did I know that even the most broken of things can be fixed if you nurture it and love it.
I deserted that broken glass thinking I couldn't do anything else, wishing for it to be beautiful...
Things that you wish could have been or changed but knowing that you will never get the chance again. . .
Letting something so precious so fragile, like thin glass, slip from your grasp and shatter among the rocks. Leaving her there to be stepped on and to cause others pain. . .
Little did I know that even the most broken of things can be fixed if you nurture it and love it.
I deserted that broken glass thinking I couldn't do anything else, wishing for it to be beautiful...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 9:45am
16th Jan 2014 9:45am
Relfection
My eye's burn.
Tears leaving trails of blood down this scared portrait.
I dig my nails deep into my flesh feeling the pain and anger grow
as fresh crimson life nectar spurts from the wounds.
A cry for help?
I look at the monster in the mirror, wild eye's, seething grin.
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him" I repeat over and again.
He reaches out beckoning me to him,"I want to help"
"Liar!!" I screamed, spitting blood in his face, forgetting the glass barrier.
"Trust me." He said...
Tears leaving trails of blood down this scared portrait.
I dig my nails deep into my flesh feeling the pain and anger grow
as fresh crimson life nectar spurts from the wounds.
A cry for help?
I look at the monster in the mirror, wild eye's, seething grin.
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him" I repeat over and again.
He reaches out beckoning me to him,"I want to help"
"Liar!!" I screamed, spitting blood in his face, forgetting the glass barrier.
"Trust me." He said...
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