Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2018 3:41am
11th Oct 2018 3:41am
Island
I feel the breeze at dusk become
Slightly warming as I come near-
The island I’ve been searching for
Where the purpose is unclear
My fear, concern, myself, or not
Disintegrates before my eyes
This row boat slows a little more
As dusk becomes sun-rise
The scalding heat , claims many victims
Faultless , as it may be
There is no wrong or right or circumstance
There is no more a need.....
To be successful in the past
Or make solid goals tomorrow
My imagination intercepts stray stars
But all...
Slightly warming as I come near-
The island I’ve been searching for
Where the purpose is unclear
My fear, concern, myself, or not
Disintegrates before my eyes
This row boat slows a little more
As dusk becomes sun-rise
The scalding heat , claims many victims
Faultless , as it may be
There is no wrong or right or circumstance
There is no more a need.....
To be successful in the past
Or make solid goals tomorrow
My imagination intercepts stray stars
But all...
#death
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2018 1:48am
10th Oct 2018 1:48am
Glow light
Glow light
Distracted, probably
Preoccupied
So many questions, unsatisfied
I am melting
As you can see
And the bond we had
Is loosening
I knew way back
As my illness progressed
The future would be a hell of a mess
I’ve become much slower
While you speed away
You hate hearing my whimpering pain
I can’t really blame you
You should be eager to live
My restraints and complaints
Have only sorrow to give
I plead with the shadows
To take out my life
Nothing else...
Distracted, probably
Preoccupied
So many questions, unsatisfied
I am melting
As you can see
And the bond we had
Is loosening
I knew way back
As my illness progressed
The future would be a hell of a mess
I’ve become much slower
While you speed away
You hate hearing my whimpering pain
I can’t really blame you
You should be eager to live
My restraints and complaints
Have only sorrow to give
I plead with the shadows
To take out my life
Nothing else...
#death
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2018 10:16am
23rd Sep 2018 10:16am
If
If November could be erased from all of time
From every year
And from every year beyond this point
Then , I wouldn’t have been born
And my mother wouldn’t have been born
Which would mean we had no existence.....
Such a burden to dream of the impossible
Yet, I dream it anyway
With no purpose, no conclusion
No instinct
My mother ruins the word in itself
From every year
And from every year beyond this point
Then , I wouldn’t have been born
And my mother wouldn’t have been born
Which would mean we had no existence.....
Such a burden to dream of the impossible
Yet, I dream it anyway
With no purpose, no conclusion
No instinct
My mother ruins the word in itself
#devil
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2018 7:41pm
7th Sep 2018 7:41pm
JS
It was kind of crazy
back when things just happened in the blink of an eye.
For me,
It was during some turbulent times,
when I didnt know where I was sleeping each night.
But somehow , I managed to get by.
Barely,
is what it always felt like.
And , I met you
through some friend of a friend.
That story goes on
and it did have an end.
But you showed me
that once I was in;
in your home
in your life....
While your mom would laugh with me
your family was tight
And, as I was accepted, ...
back when things just happened in the blink of an eye.
For me,
It was during some turbulent times,
when I didnt know where I was sleeping each night.
But somehow , I managed to get by.
Barely,
is what it always felt like.
And , I met you
through some friend of a friend.
That story goes on
and it did have an end.
But you showed me
that once I was in;
in your home
in your life....
While your mom would laugh with me
your family was tight
And, as I was accepted, ...
#parent
#family
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2018 11:24pm
1st Sep 2018 11:24pm
Succeeds
The ambitions I have held within me-
the anxiouseness to meet a goal-
are fading, as age does remind me
I have limited control.
Fences become built much higher
than those I used to climb with ease.
My bones ache as I've lost desire
to entertain machines.
The only edge I have above you
is my length of days down on this earth.
But, to trade my wisdom for your youth
is just a dream that has no worth.
Empathy has found it's exile
for the majority, it seems.
I look now at my own child
only hoping she...
the anxiouseness to meet a goal-
are fading, as age does remind me
I have limited control.
Fences become built much higher
than those I used to climb with ease.
My bones ache as I've lost desire
to entertain machines.
The only edge I have above you
is my length of days down on this earth.
But, to trade my wisdom for your youth
is just a dream that has no worth.
Empathy has found it's exile
for the majority, it seems.
I look now at my own child
only hoping she...
#children
#daughter
#son
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2018 11:12pm
29th Jun 2018 11:12pm
I have this one friend.....
Sharpening knives
like fingers mesmerized
by the colored flashing lights-
They touch you.
I’ve never said a word, as you listen, strained , and weak .
It is of no surprise.
It moves you-
to some psycho-babble desperation mode,
to want so bad what no one knows-
gone in the shadows because you take too long-
here in the mind where you don’t belong.
Swim here to catch me.
So much you will not know.
Friend everlasting
in a traveling magic show.
I apologize only because it can’t be more.
It has...
like fingers mesmerized
by the colored flashing lights-
They touch you.
I’ve never said a word, as you listen, strained , and weak .
It is of no surprise.
It moves you-
to some psycho-babble desperation mode,
to want so bad what no one knows-
gone in the shadows because you take too long-
here in the mind where you don’t belong.
Swim here to catch me.
So much you will not know.
Friend everlasting
in a traveling magic show.
I apologize only because it can’t be more.
It has...
#relationships
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Jun 2018 9:21am
19th Jun 2018 9:21am
Insane
I'm not a soldier
fighting for a cause.
I am not colder
since becoming lost.
I'm not your best friend
but I wont do you wrong.
I'm somewhere in limbo
just trying to hold on.
I'm not a sad case,
just average, like most.
I have some bad days.
They come and they go.
I'm not a new drama
that you try to forget.
I am just someone
that you might have met.
I am the heartbeat
of inside your core.
I am curious, and anxious,
and more.
Don't take me easy.
Don't take my...
fighting for a cause.
I am not colder
since becoming lost.
I'm not your best friend
but I wont do you wrong.
I'm somewhere in limbo
just trying to hold on.
I'm not a sad case,
just average, like most.
I have some bad days.
They come and they go.
I'm not a new drama
that you try to forget.
I am just someone
that you might have met.
I am the heartbeat
of inside your core.
I am curious, and anxious,
and more.
Don't take me easy.
Don't take my...
#power
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2018 8:28am
4th Jun 2018 8:28am
Storage
The spare room was full of my boxes
that I have toted around throughout my life.
So when I started the treatment
I decided now I would just downsize.
Three months now and its looking better.
The Goodwill sees me every week
My stacks of boxes are nearly half.
Yet still the job is incomplete
Everything goes into one of three places:
Me, kids, or Goodwill.
I have pictures ranging from my own childhood,
through marriage and children and still...
I can remember where when and what
by these small trinkets that I...
that I have toted around throughout my life.
So when I started the treatment
I decided now I would just downsize.
Three months now and its looking better.
The Goodwill sees me every week
My stacks of boxes are nearly half.
Yet still the job is incomplete
Everything goes into one of three places:
Me, kids, or Goodwill.
I have pictures ranging from my own childhood,
through marriage and children and still...
I can remember where when and what
by these small trinkets that I...
#strength
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2018 7:56am
10th May 2018 7:56am
Hair
Fingers combed the handfulls out
so i cut it short to see
how I looked with so much less;
the hair that defined me.
But it was not meant to last.
It still fell out the same.
Soon I saw my hair was knots.
So I took it all the way....
to the clippers I was saving,
for this fine occasion.
Buzzing off what little remained
needed no persuasion.
Yesterday I saw my face
but my head was not so soft.
I used my razor, just today,
and shaved away the loss.
No more hiding in my hair-
It will...
so i cut it short to see
how I looked with so much less;
the hair that defined me.
But it was not meant to last.
It still fell out the same.
Soon I saw my hair was knots.
So I took it all the way....
to the clippers I was saving,
for this fine occasion.
Buzzing off what little remained
needed no persuasion.
Yesterday I saw my face
but my head was not so soft.
I used my razor, just today,
and shaved away the loss.
No more hiding in my hair-
It will...
#identity
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2018 12:44pm
1st May 2018 12:44pm
Kind People
In a shell
On a cliff
In the sea
nothing gives.
When the words
that you hear
describes you,
how you live.
They all care,
so they say-
How are you?
How's your day?
Well it sucks,
if I may-
since you asked
anyway.
It is kind, I suppose
that they "pray"
for my health.
I say "thank you" of course.
Should I pray for myself?
Maybe when one day
I wont wake up so bitter,
Or go to bed angry
because I've lost all my hair.
Maybe I'll pray ...
On a cliff
In the sea
nothing gives.
When the words
that you hear
describes you,
how you live.
They all care,
so they say-
How are you?
How's your day?
Well it sucks,
if I may-
since you asked
anyway.
It is kind, I suppose
that they "pray"
for my health.
I say "thank you" of course.
Should I pray for myself?
Maybe when one day
I wont wake up so bitter,
Or go to bed angry
because I've lost all my hair.
Maybe I'll pray ...
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2018 6:26am
17th Apr 2018 6:26am
Heart
It is not how big or how small
It is not how white or how black
It is not what you do or don’t say
It is your heart that only matters
It is what your heart guides you to do
It is your heart that shows you the way
Your heart will see you through
And when you feel afraid of that big stage
Afraid of everyone judging how you appear
Remember to look beyond the surface
Go face forward into the fear
Because....
It is not anything from the outside
when you glow from deep within
It is your heart that fills all voids
You...
It is not how white or how black
It is not what you do or don’t say
It is your heart that only matters
It is what your heart guides you to do
It is your heart that shows you the way
Your heart will see you through
And when you feel afraid of that big stage
Afraid of everyone judging how you appear
Remember to look beyond the surface
Go face forward into the fear
Because....
It is not anything from the outside
when you glow from deep within
It is your heart that fills all voids
You...
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2018 00:10am
12th Apr 2018 00:10am
I
I could tell you that I know about life
but what do I really know?
You can hold it in your hands at times
but how do you let it go?
I have lived a tiny second
in comparison to time.
I have peaked within most emotions
but those are undefined.
I have learned in my own way.
I have learned from strict instruction.
What I've retained, no one can say.
I'm grateful just to function.
Now I face the doors of death
as has been told to me.
My trust must lie in those that know
what I have never seen.
...
but what do I really know?
You can hold it in your hands at times
but how do you let it go?
I have lived a tiny second
in comparison to time.
I have peaked within most emotions
but those are undefined.
I have learned in my own way.
I have learned from strict instruction.
What I've retained, no one can say.
I'm grateful just to function.
Now I face the doors of death
as has been told to me.
My trust must lie in those that know
what I have never seen.
...
#myself
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