Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2015 4:05am
19th Apr 2015 4:05am
Pain
(for competition "Pain")
Years of fighting an infestation
of despair, with infinite agony,
realizing, that the world wont care
is real.
It is all I breathe.
Whatever cures the shredded-hearted
does not exist within my reach.
All hope and dreams and the strength that bleeds,
is abandon.
It is gone from me.
I've tried each day - thousands of times
to find a reason, that my soul exists.
To no avail, beating on my mind,
I yearn,
for just one last kiss.
But no,
I'm in a darkness low....
Years of fighting an infestation
of despair, with infinite agony,
realizing, that the world wont care
is real.
It is all I breathe.
Whatever cures the shredded-hearted
does not exist within my reach.
All hope and dreams and the strength that bleeds,
is abandon.
It is gone from me.
I've tried each day - thousands of times
to find a reason, that my soul exists.
To no avail, beating on my mind,
I yearn,
for just one last kiss.
But no,
I'm in a darkness low....
694 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2015 12:24pm
14th Apr 2015 12:24pm
R.I.P. Grandma
The strongest strand in the ties of love
within family that's bound together,
will remain in the hearts to be passed on
to feel your strength forever.
Your radiant smile will be sorely missed,
yet always reflected with a positive stay-
within our grasp , when we think of this
becomes the guide along our way.
The rope will only strengthen more
as your memory continues to bloom.
Mother to us all , we shall,
feel the sunshine that comes from you.
R.I.P. Grandma
within family that's bound together,
will remain in the hearts to be passed on
to feel your strength forever.
Your radiant smile will be sorely missed,
yet always reflected with a positive stay-
within our grasp , when we think of this
becomes the guide along our way.
The rope will only strengthen more
as your memory continues to bloom.
Mother to us all , we shall,
feel the sunshine that comes from you.
R.I.P. Grandma
696 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2015 6:48am
11th Apr 2015 6:48am
Issue
She is the mother
of your child-
a child that was planned.
10 years young now
just like that.
They just grow up so fast.
You have parted but not to far
from She, the childs mother.
Still friends of sorts , I guess thats it,
She has a different lover.
and He is jealous
but rightly so...
He watches how the communication goes.
It looks a bit wrong
at certain times....
we all scratch our heads and wonder why...
Why don't you just fucking get back together
because its a torrid sea...
He doesn't...
of your child-
a child that was planned.
10 years young now
just like that.
They just grow up so fast.
You have parted but not to far
from She, the childs mother.
Still friends of sorts , I guess thats it,
She has a different lover.
and He is jealous
but rightly so...
He watches how the communication goes.
It looks a bit wrong
at certain times....
we all scratch our heads and wonder why...
Why don't you just fucking get back together
because its a torrid sea...
He doesn't...
740 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 9:30am
6th Apr 2015 9:30am
In The Mind
As people , we have certain freedoms.
The restrictions put upon these freedoms
stems from a progression towards
eliminating them.
It is set forth by fellow people,
just like ourselves.
Imagine the things we are free to do
on a day to day basis in comparison
to third world countries.
Why we ever thought we could co-exist
and be on their soil
dictating a democratic way of life to them
is.....
mind boggling.
It has been nothing short of a complete and utter disaster.
We, as people, are destroying ourselves.
...
The restrictions put upon these freedoms
stems from a progression towards
eliminating them.
It is set forth by fellow people,
just like ourselves.
Imagine the things we are free to do
on a day to day basis in comparison
to third world countries.
Why we ever thought we could co-exist
and be on their soil
dictating a democratic way of life to them
is.....
mind boggling.
It has been nothing short of a complete and utter disaster.
We, as people, are destroying ourselves.
...
720 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 7:49am
22nd Mar 2015 7:49am
war hero
Infatuated
Investigated
Lusting the native
idea that waited-
He did his time
Now he's educated
2 tours and back
The past is faded....
The son of someone
in the shadows now
He's now dedicated
to what is not allowed
War hero is celebrated
Just a lucky chance
that he could make it...
beyond circumstance
He preaches to the boys
that think they have the will
to fight and be heros
and be proud to kill..
He tells them that war
is just a political game
The justice is bogus
and theres...
Investigated
Lusting the native
idea that waited-
He did his time
Now he's educated
2 tours and back
The past is faded....
The son of someone
in the shadows now
He's now dedicated
to what is not allowed
War hero is celebrated
Just a lucky chance
that he could make it...
beyond circumstance
He preaches to the boys
that think they have the will
to fight and be heros
and be proud to kill..
He tells them that war
is just a political game
The justice is bogus
and theres...
859 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 4:12pm
12th Mar 2015 4:12pm
All Mine
Noteless in a bad test
No way to make this
I'll have to guess
My numb hands find
Your small pockets
And your cold change
Makes me not want it
Your toughest days
Are still exotic
Against my smooth legs
And your hot topic
You hate to want me
But you want me to...
Pretend we just met
Every time we do
I'ts one hot body
For your head-lines
I'm your front page
And your all mine
No way to make this
I'll have to guess
My numb hands find
Your small pockets
And your cold change
Makes me not want it
Your toughest days
Are still exotic
Against my smooth legs
And your hot topic
You hate to want me
But you want me to...
Pretend we just met
Every time we do
I'ts one hot body
For your head-lines
I'm your front page
And your all mine
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6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2015 7:33am
2nd Mar 2015 7:33am
Panic Rotation
Thunder rolling closer to
the seams of unsewn hems of truth-
The sound of any outside voice
is gone.
When they are screaming-
Unchosen moment - here it is
beyond
any thoughts of what I'm feeling.
Unrivaled by the ability
to assess what could be happening-
rush of heat turns life to stone.
My heart is running to the unknown.
Frozen, I am lost this way.
Stuck in a loop of edgy pain.
Stolen, is my calm for sight-
The fingers that could help me fight.
More thunder- the crackling overhead.
I cant hear a thing you've...
the seams of unsewn hems of truth-
The sound of any outside voice
is gone.
When they are screaming-
Unchosen moment - here it is
beyond
any thoughts of what I'm feeling.
Unrivaled by the ability
to assess what could be happening-
rush of heat turns life to stone.
My heart is running to the unknown.
Frozen, I am lost this way.
Stuck in a loop of edgy pain.
Stolen, is my calm for sight-
The fingers that could help me fight.
More thunder- the crackling overhead.
I cant hear a thing you've...
630 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 5:55am
12th Dec 2014 5:55am
New Years....
Your new years' commitment to a resolution
becomes a goal born from an evolution.
What starts as a sentence- just something to reply,
to the question for the crowd, an idea in your mind;
becomes your waking thought,
your evening's final quest,
disturbing things you might have planned
if the words were never said.
Now stuck in a promise
and a year with which to achieve,
that New Years' resolution-
you made them all believe.
This time next year, you'll think to say,
before the words can get away:
"Thanks for another year of...
becomes a goal born from an evolution.
What starts as a sentence- just something to reply,
to the question for the crowd, an idea in your mind;
becomes your waking thought,
your evening's final quest,
disturbing things you might have planned
if the words were never said.
Now stuck in a promise
and a year with which to achieve,
that New Years' resolution-
you made them all believe.
This time next year, you'll think to say,
before the words can get away:
"Thanks for another year of...
797 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2014 3:35pm
11th Nov 2014 3:35pm
Lockdown
Agony
Simplicity
No harmony
No charm in we:
You built a bridge
but none could see
the real you
the way I knew.
Gently watering the lies
makes the sound of you,
ache inside my tired mind
yearning for some truth.
You lack the core of what lives under
your childish games that have long since died.
Those special traits are like no other
rotting what is good in life.
Your aura ugly and stripped of pain
is hollow, stolen, numb, insane.
You had a family.
Those kids were happy.
You chose to...
Simplicity
No harmony
No charm in we:
You built a bridge
but none could see
the real you
the way I knew.
Gently watering the lies
makes the sound of you,
ache inside my tired mind
yearning for some truth.
You lack the core of what lives under
your childish games that have long since died.
Those special traits are like no other
rotting what is good in life.
Your aura ugly and stripped of pain
is hollow, stolen, numb, insane.
You had a family.
Those kids were happy.
You chose to...
696 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2014 8:13pm
8th Nov 2014 8:13pm
Death
One day I will find you.
I will find you at the dawns last breath.
I will find you in a bed of roses.
I will feel you tell my thoughts instead.
Instead of my voice it will be silence.
I will find you anyway.
The persistence in me has won you over.
I have no words left I can say.
The whisper nurturing your ear
so softly told you of my pain.
The relief eliminated all the fear
when finally, you did call my name.
Merely a single grain of sand
along a coastline of sandy shore,
my absence is of no concern tomorrow.
My...
I will find you at the dawns last breath.
I will find you in a bed of roses.
I will feel you tell my thoughts instead.
Instead of my voice it will be silence.
I will find you anyway.
The persistence in me has won you over.
I have no words left I can say.
The whisper nurturing your ear
so softly told you of my pain.
The relief eliminated all the fear
when finally, you did call my name.
Merely a single grain of sand
along a coastline of sandy shore,
my absence is of no concern tomorrow.
My...
1122 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2014 5:30am
18th Oct 2014 5:30am
Tuesday
This one is from 2004
Tuesday wasn't hot just yet.....sleep still rolling in the head,
his eyes would open when she said....
lets just go on back to bed.
This would be the day to smile....for rarely did he have this treat.
Hello to all the happy thoughts...
This is what makes life complete.
Wednesday...he would dream and glow.....
and wonder where his girl did go.
Why is it, she couldn't stay....
and make it Tuesday, everyday?
Tuesday wasn't hot just yet.....sleep still rolling in the head,
his eyes would open when she said....
lets just go on back to bed.
This would be the day to smile....for rarely did he have this treat.
Hello to all the happy thoughts...
This is what makes life complete.
Wednesday...he would dream and glow.....
and wonder where his girl did go.
Why is it, she couldn't stay....
and make it Tuesday, everyday?
579 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2014 6:57pm
16th Oct 2014 6:57pm
Shadows
Minimal interest slowly drifting to the sea,
the failure consumes this offering.
There is no search party for the average emotion.
Acceptance, remains, all that we know of.
If love does not find us
the envy may grow.
For one can not miss what he does not know.
If longing for feelings you did once have,
time cares not, it will always pass.
Our days are numbered in a window of time.
Our desire to "become " is how we decide,
if we don't want to be passive watching our brothers succeed,
how do we get there? What do we need?...
the failure consumes this offering.
There is no search party for the average emotion.
Acceptance, remains, all that we know of.
If love does not find us
the envy may grow.
For one can not miss what he does not know.
If longing for feelings you did once have,
time cares not, it will always pass.
Our days are numbered in a window of time.
Our desire to "become " is how we decide,
if we don't want to be passive watching our brothers succeed,
how do we get there? What do we need?...
619 reads
7 Comments
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