Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2017 11:46pm
24th Oct 2017 11:46pm
The Saloon
We were only 20 something
not far from the cradle
at the bar with all the entertainment we ever thought we'd need.
Stripper night for ladies was a cocktail of young men
darting accross a tiny stage for all of us to see.
We always went to the after-party
because that's what groupies do.
A stripper boy was there messed up
and I was drinking too.
He asked me to sit down by him next to the fireplace on the floor.
I knelt down where I stood so he could hear what I would say.
I watched him pull his pants down more but I thought it...
not far from the cradle
at the bar with all the entertainment we ever thought we'd need.
Stripper night for ladies was a cocktail of young men
darting accross a tiny stage for all of us to see.
We always went to the after-party
because that's what groupies do.
A stripper boy was there messed up
and I was drinking too.
He asked me to sit down by him next to the fireplace on the floor.
I knelt down where I stood so he could hear what I would say.
I watched him pull his pants down more but I thought it...
#alcohol
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2017 5:48am
20th Oct 2017 5:48am
This Old House
Walking up the steps to the door of this old house-
paint cracking
wind blowing
the smell of nothing-
I walked in.
The roof was mostly missing as I looked up to the sky,
but I stepped in further.
I wondered what had happened.
I rummaged through the aftermath of what must have sat for years-
bedrooms
closets
kitchen
I found no evidence of any value
but I could piece together something:
Someone was an artist-
attended highschool from nearby.
Whomever left this dissolving house surely must...
paint cracking
wind blowing
the smell of nothing-
I walked in.
The roof was mostly missing as I looked up to the sky,
but I stepped in further.
I wondered what had happened.
I rummaged through the aftermath of what must have sat for years-
bedrooms
closets
kitchen
I found no evidence of any value
but I could piece together something:
Someone was an artist-
attended highschool from nearby.
Whomever left this dissolving house surely must...
#home
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#apathy
#sacrifice
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2017 4:26am
18th Oct 2017 4:26am
Dream of
The stairs look endless and the incline steep
look away
no shelter
whos been there - asleep
The moon up high on a sultry night
will fade
for the better
of a long lost dream
The travels remembered before reluctantly awakened
never stay
to become better
It all runs free
Climbing into eternity
so slow today
we all go somewhere
one last time, indefinately
look away
no shelter
whos been there - asleep
The moon up high on a sultry night
will fade
for the better
of a long lost dream
The travels remembered before reluctantly awakened
never stay
to become better
It all runs free
Climbing into eternity
so slow today
we all go somewhere
one last time, indefinately
#courage
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#sleep
#escape
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2017 10:01pm
15th Oct 2017 10:01pm
Me
There is no harmony in the music you play
no wind to blow the pain away
no easy words to contemplate
so , when do you find peace?
You run from fear because you dont know
hide inside where no one can go
sleep without dreams of life anymore
so, how is it you breathe?
It is only a story if I blame it on you
the one in the mirror is who I accuse
the image is changing to something more blue
so, why does it have to be me?
no wind to blow the pain away
no easy words to contemplate
so , when do you find peace?
You run from fear because you dont know
hide inside where no one can go
sleep without dreams of life anymore
so, how is it you breathe?
It is only a story if I blame it on you
the one in the mirror is who I accuse
the image is changing to something more blue
so, why does it have to be me?
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 6:09pm
11th Oct 2017 6:09pm
Reality and Change
Reality
Shifting in time between dawn and death,
there's no reassurance of our next breath.
As if stuck in a dream while I panic to awaken,
it feels as though the air is gone from every breath I've taken.
My eyes finally open and I see the sky,
breathing in and out so fast before I realize -
The life of one is miniscule in comparison to size
of all the beings that ever lived with long enduring lives.
Change
Sleep I'll find affectionately, a welcome scent of change,
from all the times I tried to fight for it...
Shifting in time between dawn and death,
there's no reassurance of our next breath.
As if stuck in a dream while I panic to awaken,
it feels as though the air is gone from every breath I've taken.
My eyes finally open and I see the sky,
breathing in and out so fast before I realize -
The life of one is miniscule in comparison to size
of all the beings that ever lived with long enduring lives.
Change
Sleep I'll find affectionately, a welcome scent of change,
from all the times I tried to fight for it...
#SelfDiscovery
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Sep 2017 8:52am
30th Sep 2017 8:52am
SUBMISSION
Help me to understand you
you frightened little soul.
The display of your reactions
begs the story to be told.
Why have I found you frail
in your heart for such a time?
So much that more intense retraction
soon will break your fragile mind.
Am i not a servent
when it is I that desperately,
seeks out the woolen blanket
that you hide, with everything?
Leaping off a cliff in fear
of what you leave behind,
is a choice of your intention
to cheat yourself what's good in life.
You may not go...
you frightened little soul.
The display of your reactions
begs the story to be told.
Why have I found you frail
in your heart for such a time?
So much that more intense retraction
soon will break your fragile mind.
Am i not a servent
when it is I that desperately,
seeks out the woolen blanket
that you hide, with everything?
Leaping off a cliff in fear
of what you leave behind,
is a choice of your intention
to cheat yourself what's good in life.
You may not go...
#ShortStory
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2017 6:02am
29th Sep 2017 6:02am
NFL
The perversion of the issues
becomes lodged deep in the fog .
The rebellion growing in those minds
demands the merit to go on.
Using the national anthem as the vehicle in
to the minds of the fans - to protest who can win,
is the wrong route of approach
to discuss how people feel.
Politics at a football game
only detracts from the appeal.
Rather than display swollen billboards on t.v.
that consist of famous football players
- being down and on one knee,
consider how the process might work better in the end
if...
becomes lodged deep in the fog .
The rebellion growing in those minds
demands the merit to go on.
Using the national anthem as the vehicle in
to the minds of the fans - to protest who can win,
is the wrong route of approach
to discuss how people feel.
Politics at a football game
only detracts from the appeal.
Rather than display swollen billboards on t.v.
that consist of famous football players
- being down and on one knee,
consider how the process might work better in the end
if...
#confusion
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2017 11:37pm
19th Sep 2017 11:37pm
Progress
United on occasion
tatters at the seams
Opposition promptly appears
to ruin everything
The movements of today
are selfish to the core
The disrespect for human life
is something we ignore
Chaotic off the charts
Disaster pushes crime
opportunity of destruction
is a daily part of life
I am sickeed to observe
the barbaric things we do
If only I could disconnect
from mainstream, garbage views
A society in shambles
Watch us eat away
Consideration is no concern
but you can hear us...
tatters at the seams
Opposition promptly appears
to ruin everything
The movements of today
are selfish to the core
The disrespect for human life
is something we ignore
Chaotic off the charts
Disaster pushes crime
opportunity of destruction
is a daily part of life
I am sickeed to observe
the barbaric things we do
If only I could disconnect
from mainstream, garbage views
A society in shambles
Watch us eat away
Consideration is no concern
but you can hear us...
#dark
#identity
#spiritual
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2017 11:35pm
19th Sep 2017 11:35pm
I am just a gender
I am just a gender
but I can't tell you which.
So let me always disagree
with whatever one you pick.
You are not my parents.
I am my own soul.
You can't put a label on me
because I can't be owned.
I will change my name.
I will change my face.
I might look like something else.
I will act a different way.
I will require laws
be created just for me.
Ones that can't define my rules
or tell me who to be.
You will never really know
what the fuck I ever was.
What looks like what I might...
but I can't tell you which.
So let me always disagree
with whatever one you pick.
You are not my parents.
I am my own soul.
You can't put a label on me
because I can't be owned.
I will change my name.
I will change my face.
I might look like something else.
I will act a different way.
I will require laws
be created just for me.
Ones that can't define my rules
or tell me who to be.
You will never really know
what the fuck I ever was.
What looks like what I might...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
#acceptance #SelfDiscovery
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2017 10:46pm
12th Sep 2017 10:46pm
Shadow
Trembling in crackling tears
The shadow stood away
From all the light till late at night
As the dampened streets decay
Promiscuous a shadow seems
When bodies pass on by
Changing shape and hiding on
The coat tails as they fly
Fear not o shadow
Harm will not be
Thought of by innocence so naive
Be the comfort in the darkness
To ones that hide from what they see
When life has faultered for a girl
A shadow still remains
As A memory marker of that soul
And all the lives she changed
The shadow stood away
From all the light till late at night
As the dampened streets decay
Promiscuous a shadow seems
When bodies pass on by
Changing shape and hiding on
The coat tails as they fly
Fear not o shadow
Harm will not be
Thought of by innocence so naive
Be the comfort in the darkness
To ones that hide from what they see
When life has faultered for a girl
A shadow still remains
As A memory marker of that soul
And all the lives she changed
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2017 9:34pm
7th Aug 2017 9:34pm
More words about Milo
Waves splash higher to the shore
My head moves rhythmically joined
Trying to stay focused is so much more
Debilitating, maintaining the void
Motion forward , motion back
My hand is eager to imagine
The feeling , my heart is stealing
Yet I know it will not happen
I will not know your touch again
Silken , uncombed, gentle white
Irreplaceable my friend
I'll always love you deep inside
My head moves rhythmically joined
Trying to stay focused is so much more
Debilitating, maintaining the void
Motion forward , motion back
My hand is eager to imagine
The feeling , my heart is stealing
Yet I know it will not happen
I will not know your touch again
Silken , uncombed, gentle white
Irreplaceable my friend
I'll always love you deep inside
#friendship
#dogs
#animals
#emotional
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 8:25pm
21st Jul 2017 8:25pm
Whore
Educated better brother
Always hiding in plain view
Must my nerves absorb the poison
So much that I will simply lose?
Hope
And insight
Justice is a myth
Why should one suffer the woes
As history paves new ways to go?
Why is value a precious gift
So many of us never know?
The books of scholars I seek out
Do not exist for feeble minds
My foot to never feel the floor
Where spirits heal for one last time
Level valleys fade to dust
One day to be no more
Gone in infinite wonder just
Like...
Always hiding in plain view
Must my nerves absorb the poison
So much that I will simply lose?
Hope
And insight
Justice is a myth
Why should one suffer the woes
As history paves new ways to go?
Why is value a precious gift
So many of us never know?
The books of scholars I seek out
Do not exist for feeble minds
My foot to never feel the floor
Where spirits heal for one last time
Level valleys fade to dust
One day to be no more
Gone in infinite wonder just
Like...
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4 Comments
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