Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2016 5:52pm
16th Sep 2016 5:52pm
Reason
In autumn, as this is what it seems to feel like,
The breeze reminds me that this minute is still real,
And that time does not wait for day dreamers.
It just won't stand still.
But I must stand strong in the will to believe,
In the possibility that my mind will tell my body to heal.
I have to want that, wholeheartedly.
From far down deeper than anywhere I could ever imagine...
I must find this place.
I must ward off all enemies that might weaken the desire,
To live.
I need to invent new excuses to ignore the petty...
The breeze reminds me that this minute is still real,
And that time does not wait for day dreamers.
It just won't stand still.
But I must stand strong in the will to believe,
In the possibility that my mind will tell my body to heal.
I have to want that, wholeheartedly.
From far down deeper than anywhere I could ever imagine...
I must find this place.
I must ward off all enemies that might weaken the desire,
To live.
I need to invent new excuses to ignore the petty...
600 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2016 9:46am
12th Aug 2016 9:46am
Spirit
To what extent does one must fall
before salvation makes its call?
- Not of the preachers that line the block,
nor from a central , worship spot.
From deep within, a place unknown,
somewhere yet to be explored,
a spirit lives, in hiding, grown,
preparing to merge your mind with more....
than average, common, depth perception.
The world you know is not so simple.
Yet, simply, we have no reservation,
to alter, form and bring upheaval
misunderstanding the true invasion...
that we endorse upon ourselves
by other humans...
before salvation makes its call?
- Not of the preachers that line the block,
nor from a central , worship spot.
From deep within, a place unknown,
somewhere yet to be explored,
a spirit lives, in hiding, grown,
preparing to merge your mind with more....
than average, common, depth perception.
The world you know is not so simple.
Yet, simply, we have no reservation,
to alter, form and bring upheaval
misunderstanding the true invasion...
that we endorse upon ourselves
by other humans...
685 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2016 5:41pm
10th Aug 2016 5:41pm
The best I can
You will see me fly once more
Just to the edge of where
All long dreams and short lived things
Can soar in sunlit air
Just like a little bird that knows
The wings will sail through the sky
Uplifting onward until he goes
Somewhere far and out of sight
Arrangement of my thoughts will be
Just as happy within your hands
Smiling always as you will see
I will do the best I can
Close your eyes and feel the rain
Closer to the tops of all
Mountains we can climb again
Standing together forever tall
...
Just to the edge of where
All long dreams and short lived things
Can soar in sunlit air
Just like a little bird that knows
The wings will sail through the sky
Uplifting onward until he goes
Somewhere far and out of sight
Arrangement of my thoughts will be
Just as happy within your hands
Smiling always as you will see
I will do the best I can
Close your eyes and feel the rain
Closer to the tops of all
Mountains we can climb again
Standing together forever tall
...
447 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2016 1:37pm
15th Jul 2016 1:37pm
Milo (2)
Hear this silence in my heart.
The drum has stopped it's beat.
The best of love that could be felt
was yours, I do believe.
Never would I dare replace
the way it made me feel.
The look you had upon your face
of love for him so real.
To let such creatures bond to you
leaves me words I do not know.
Seeing how you both just knew
is special to his soul.
His eyes would close , aware that life,
was lived with all his wants inside,
fulfilled on every waking day,
and missed each day since he has died.
We love you...
The drum has stopped it's beat.
The best of love that could be felt
was yours, I do believe.
Never would I dare replace
the way it made me feel.
The look you had upon your face
of love for him so real.
To let such creatures bond to you
leaves me words I do not know.
Seeing how you both just knew
is special to his soul.
His eyes would close , aware that life,
was lived with all his wants inside,
fulfilled on every waking day,
and missed each day since he has died.
We love you...
451 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2016 10:22pm
6th Jul 2016 10:22pm
Strength
Go find a sign
to tell your mind
that when you see it
it will be time
to start the climb
up trees designed
to make you reach
the endless sky.
And if you fall
from way up high
you wont need me to remind
you, worry always sits inside
that thought where all your thoughts reside
to.
But if your worry can be denied
replaced by ever growing pride,
a hero comes out in the light
despite
the fight
fear always tried.
Your strength sustains the will of life.
to tell your mind
that when you see it
it will be time
to start the climb
up trees designed
to make you reach
the endless sky.
And if you fall
from way up high
you wont need me to remind
you, worry always sits inside
that thought where all your thoughts reside
to.
But if your worry can be denied
replaced by ever growing pride,
a hero comes out in the light
despite
the fight
fear always tried.
Your strength sustains the will of life.
585 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2016 9:18pm
6th Jul 2016 9:18pm
Surreal Dream
I have never been to the edge of life
where one might stand And wonder:
Is this the place I feel inside
where I decide
it's over?
Until now, this would be unfamiliar
but , I am beginning to start to know.
Something feels changed,
with uncertainty , stained.
Gone are the footsteps. Gone is the road.
I feel a burden is building it's castle
like something to house me in.
I read all about it , so I know what to say.
It just doesn't make the sickness go away.
As I'm learning what some hardships mean,
the depth of such...
where one might stand And wonder:
Is this the place I feel inside
where I decide
it's over?
Until now, this would be unfamiliar
but , I am beginning to start to know.
Something feels changed,
with uncertainty , stained.
Gone are the footsteps. Gone is the road.
I feel a burden is building it's castle
like something to house me in.
I read all about it , so I know what to say.
It just doesn't make the sickness go away.
As I'm learning what some hardships mean,
the depth of such...
434 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 11:55pm
27th Jun 2016 11:55pm
Nameless
Time lapse photography
reveals that face on film.
The one that always looks away-
slowed down,
you're found,
no words to say.
The damage done will follow you
and that will be your label.
Future lovers
creditors and others
will come out from under
to torment you.
Passing months,
the rain,
the heat,
how durable you have to be-
just depends upon the message-
you have not sent yet,
you can not yet see.
Even when you think you know
a little tiny dot of hope,
you know nothing outside your life,...
reveals that face on film.
The one that always looks away-
slowed down,
you're found,
no words to say.
The damage done will follow you
and that will be your label.
Future lovers
creditors and others
will come out from under
to torment you.
Passing months,
the rain,
the heat,
how durable you have to be-
just depends upon the message-
you have not sent yet,
you can not yet see.
Even when you think you know
a little tiny dot of hope,
you know nothing outside your life,...
660 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2016 8:57am
15th Jun 2016 8:57am
"Positive"
The water drops ticking on the old metal can
outside the window - like a second hand,
accumulate unevenly.
I watch them as they dampen me,
inside;
where no one can see.
I once felt the vigor from anticipating news
that would change my life-
like a guiding light.
Yet, with each passing winter , I saw my window close-
losing precious time-
I never could decide...
which way to go
if I chose a new direction.
-To afraid that those
with no fear
would know...
that I wasn't brave, like a pioneer
who wanted more in...
outside the window - like a second hand,
accumulate unevenly.
I watch them as they dampen me,
inside;
where no one can see.
I once felt the vigor from anticipating news
that would change my life-
like a guiding light.
Yet, with each passing winter , I saw my window close-
losing precious time-
I never could decide...
which way to go
if I chose a new direction.
-To afraid that those
with no fear
would know...
that I wasn't brave, like a pioneer
who wanted more in...
615 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2016 11:44am
30th May 2016 11:44am
GHB
I saw that water bottle-
on the top shelf of the 'fridge.
I held it out and shook it gently
and watched the water swish.
It looked oddly sort of heavy;
clear, but little motion-
fingers set to twist the cap
and , bam ! it disappears like that-
right into your hands.
My puzzled eyes did wonder-
You shook your head and closed the door.
I'll just have to wait a little longer..
until it grew quite late..
We were ready for a buzz.
A tiny taste from this water , whoa-
instant drunk and here we go...
...
on the top shelf of the 'fridge.
I held it out and shook it gently
and watched the water swish.
It looked oddly sort of heavy;
clear, but little motion-
fingers set to twist the cap
and , bam ! it disappears like that-
right into your hands.
My puzzled eyes did wonder-
You shook your head and closed the door.
I'll just have to wait a little longer..
until it grew quite late..
We were ready for a buzz.
A tiny taste from this water , whoa-
instant drunk and here we go...
...
702 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2016 3:50am
29th May 2016 3:50am
Chain
Fondling an idea,
a dream,
a memory.
Something from a youthful past,
a chain of gold with a broken clasp.
I found it on the sidewalk
with a locket on a loop.
Remembering one holiday
took my favorite thoughts so far away-
to a greenish-golden summer dawn,
on a beach where a turquoise ocean cried
for the warmth of bodies running in
swimming to the other side...
of life...
for just a fragile moment.
No one ever told me
that I could not know this place again.
Moonlight...
beautifully more open.
The...
a dream,
a memory.
Something from a youthful past,
a chain of gold with a broken clasp.
I found it on the sidewalk
with a locket on a loop.
Remembering one holiday
took my favorite thoughts so far away-
to a greenish-golden summer dawn,
on a beach where a turquoise ocean cried
for the warmth of bodies running in
swimming to the other side...
of life...
for just a fragile moment.
No one ever told me
that I could not know this place again.
Moonlight...
beautifully more open.
The...
573 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2016 3:36am
17th Apr 2016 3:36am
Angel
Spineless....
Timeless
In times bliss
she did miss...
his name
and his lust......
so caught up
in her rush-
He knew
that he lost who
he thought she was
An angel
for so long it seemed
she grew-
lost her wings.
He fared well
to let her go
but she lives on
inside his soul.
Timeless
In times bliss
she did miss...
his name
and his lust......
so caught up
in her rush-
He knew
that he lost who
he thought she was
An angel
for so long it seemed
she grew-
lost her wings.
He fared well
to let her go
but she lives on
inside his soul.
555 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 9:40am
14th Apr 2016 9:40am
A Woman
The complexity of a woman's thoughts
spans deep beyond comprehension
into feelings of what can be so vaguely described
as the high from falling in love:
as the anxiousness hiding depression:
as the yearning for eternal joy:
as whatever emotion is let in....
Because in the years that accumulate
the book grows thicker
and the woman carries on every day.
For what she knows might be held as secret
or is as easily thrown away.....
As the obvious appearance is understood by a man,
a woman will study it more,
thinking of infinite possible...
spans deep beyond comprehension
into feelings of what can be so vaguely described
as the high from falling in love:
as the anxiousness hiding depression:
as the yearning for eternal joy:
as whatever emotion is let in....
Because in the years that accumulate
the book grows thicker
and the woman carries on every day.
For what she knows might be held as secret
or is as easily thrown away.....
As the obvious appearance is understood by a man,
a woman will study it more,
thinking of infinite possible...
630 reads
4 Comments
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