Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2015 11:06am
13th Dec 2015 11:06am
Gods
The winter winds have won the day
shifting the trees with ice and snow.
I called to all the gods but, hey,
I guess they just don't hear the phone.
As white as the ground is covered clean
No gods were anywhere to be seen.
They must be up there somewhere warm
laughing at the rest of us in the storm.
Maybe those babes are Christmas shopping
so they can blend in like other guys.
I remember my dad in a holiday costume
dressed up like a god I didn't recognize.
When the snowing subsides and the danger has passed
the holidays will...
shifting the trees with ice and snow.
I called to all the gods but, hey,
I guess they just don't hear the phone.
As white as the ground is covered clean
No gods were anywhere to be seen.
They must be up there somewhere warm
laughing at the rest of us in the storm.
Maybe those babes are Christmas shopping
so they can blend in like other guys.
I remember my dad in a holiday costume
dressed up like a god I didn't recognize.
When the snowing subsides and the danger has passed
the holidays will...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 8:22pm
5th Nov 2015 8:22pm
My Love
misunderstood
unbound and enchanting
embers near glowing
crackling sparks turn to dust
meditative pose
near the remains of the fire
eyes already closed
while the heart caves in
to your warmth, overwhelming
is this a dream?
I am floating up into the clouds and away
Where , I wonder,will all this be going
when tomorrow comes
and all is at end
Lost , forever, as we are left knowing
we may never have chance
to be happy again
I will remember
the angels we were
the angels we could be
if we...
unbound and enchanting
embers near glowing
crackling sparks turn to dust
meditative pose
near the remains of the fire
eyes already closed
while the heart caves in
to your warmth, overwhelming
is this a dream?
I am floating up into the clouds and away
Where , I wonder,will all this be going
when tomorrow comes
and all is at end
Lost , forever, as we are left knowing
we may never have chance
to be happy again
I will remember
the angels we were
the angels we could be
if we...
531 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 10:44pm
11th Oct 2015 10:44pm
No Answer
Images keep coming into my mind
like flashbulbs in pictures
going off in the night.
Each flash I see has an image of you;
a shadow, an angel, a release
-what to do...
Those nights I weap for,
as I think back on it now.
I feel that we need more,
of each other, somehow.
But I know I am only
thinking selfishly when
I consider the consequences
of having you as a friend.
The illusion is wrong.
I know your story isn't real.
It goes towards a bad outcome
despite anything I feel.
Why is, what is so...
like flashbulbs in pictures
going off in the night.
Each flash I see has an image of you;
a shadow, an angel, a release
-what to do...
Those nights I weap for,
as I think back on it now.
I feel that we need more,
of each other, somehow.
But I know I am only
thinking selfishly when
I consider the consequences
of having you as a friend.
The illusion is wrong.
I know your story isn't real.
It goes towards a bad outcome
despite anything I feel.
Why is, what is so...
651 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2015 8:54pm
29th Sep 2015 8:54pm
Today....
Today I have to let you go.
I knew this would happen.
I knew that when we got together it would be a fire.
I don't want to be left burning for you.
I don't want to become one of those calls I see you reject when I'm in the car.
You can't keep me that long.
I am going to do myself a favor and let you go.
I am going to do it because he says he loves me.
He never told me until he found out about you.
I guess you were a good thing for my relationship
with him.
All along I thought I wasn't getting anywhere with him.
That's why I flirted...
I knew this would happen.
I knew that when we got together it would be a fire.
I don't want to be left burning for you.
I don't want to become one of those calls I see you reject when I'm in the car.
You can't keep me that long.
I am going to do myself a favor and let you go.
I am going to do it because he says he loves me.
He never told me until he found out about you.
I guess you were a good thing for my relationship
with him.
All along I thought I wasn't getting anywhere with him.
That's why I flirted...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2015 2:37am
22nd Sep 2015 2:37am
Queen Of "All"
The queen of "All" is in your mind-
average beauty, but so divine.
If only, in your soul, you were:
an image just as great as her.
The world would be a perfect day!
No sadness, famine, or any pain.
To be a queen would fill my head
with dreams of things and love to spread!
Ah! But child, it cannot be.
What fun would come if we all were queen?
There is no perfect, painless world.
There is no perfect, flawless girl.
Beauty is not found on skin.
It is cradled inside our hearts of sin.
What we learn every day we...
average beauty, but so divine.
If only, in your soul, you were:
an image just as great as her.
The world would be a perfect day!
No sadness, famine, or any pain.
To be a queen would fill my head
with dreams of things and love to spread!
Ah! But child, it cannot be.
What fun would come if we all were queen?
There is no perfect, painless world.
There is no perfect, flawless girl.
Beauty is not found on skin.
It is cradled inside our hearts of sin.
What we learn every day we...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Sep 2015 11:18pm
19th Sep 2015 11:18pm
Escape
As the hours consistency to keep passing on
is inevitable,
I wish it not be.
The failure I feel becomes much heavier.
It often consumes me.
When I think for too long
about all that is wrong
with myself,
It's overwhelming.
Death could knock on my door
like the day I was born,
just doing the rounds...
nothing less, nothing more.
I can reach for the sky
wanting just to know why:
Why am I still swimming
in this cesspool of time?
When my successes could know me,
I was nowhere to be found,...
is inevitable,
I wish it not be.
The failure I feel becomes much heavier.
It often consumes me.
When I think for too long
about all that is wrong
with myself,
It's overwhelming.
Death could knock on my door
like the day I was born,
just doing the rounds...
nothing less, nothing more.
I can reach for the sky
wanting just to know why:
Why am I still swimming
in this cesspool of time?
When my successes could know me,
I was nowhere to be found,...
1089 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2015 4:04am
9th Jul 2015 4:04am
Screwing
I have seen her.
She is toying with your thoughts.
When you forget how obvious you are
you become more visually at odds-
with your hormones....
You think little of your crimes.
Your faithfulness is not worthy
of the "want" that's in your mind.
If you continue
to place yourself at mercy's door-
front and center, outside, whenever;
she will, of you, choose to ignore.
If you pause a moment
just to realize what you're doing-
would you see the chaos brewing?
If you don't slow down to appreciate
what you cant...
She is toying with your thoughts.
When you forget how obvious you are
you become more visually at odds-
with your hormones....
You think little of your crimes.
Your faithfulness is not worthy
of the "want" that's in your mind.
If you continue
to place yourself at mercy's door-
front and center, outside, whenever;
she will, of you, choose to ignore.
If you pause a moment
just to realize what you're doing-
would you see the chaos brewing?
If you don't slow down to appreciate
what you cant...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2015 5:34am
26th Jun 2015 5:34am
It Is
It is whatever makes you feel better.
It is: unblemished and naive.
It is whatever conformity that is imagined
in your mind when you sleep at night and
reiterated in your waking cup of coffee.
It is what you choose it to be.
And if what you choose it to be is
unpleasant,
unkind,
uneventful,
untouched:
Than so be it, because, it is
the way that you and you alone
want it to be.
It is: beautiful
if that is how you perceive it.
Nobody has to know it,
or see it.
Just you.
That is all that matters
when...
It is: unblemished and naive.
It is whatever conformity that is imagined
in your mind when you sleep at night and
reiterated in your waking cup of coffee.
It is what you choose it to be.
And if what you choose it to be is
unpleasant,
unkind,
uneventful,
untouched:
Than so be it, because, it is
the way that you and you alone
want it to be.
It is: beautiful
if that is how you perceive it.
Nobody has to know it,
or see it.
Just you.
That is all that matters
when...
739 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2015 9:10am
12th Jun 2015 9:10am
Greedy Bitch
There is something about the pitch in your voice that has changed
when words are spoken.
I remember being eager to hear your breathing
when morning lightened up the room.
I cant say for certain but my intuition wont lie,
It is within these new ideas youve chosen-
to distance yourself from my arms , from this life.
It is a suffering that keeps me frozen.
I know I'm not mistaken - I calculated each move,
and I knew the progress would eventually prove-
that I was the one, and all you've ever needed...
but now it is beyond how that greedy bitch...
when words are spoken.
I remember being eager to hear your breathing
when morning lightened up the room.
I cant say for certain but my intuition wont lie,
It is within these new ideas youve chosen-
to distance yourself from my arms , from this life.
It is a suffering that keeps me frozen.
I know I'm not mistaken - I calculated each move,
and I knew the progress would eventually prove-
that I was the one, and all you've ever needed...
but now it is beyond how that greedy bitch...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2015 4:11am
6th May 2015 4:11am
Faith
Humidity up! in his pool of lies,
clueless to choose his
interpretation -
she cries.
Always just here say,
did he ? Did he not?
No one to pin-point
until he gets caught.
Up in a tangle,
down with the truth,
admitting his follies-
Which ones should he choose?
She assures him the honesty
will set his soul free...
Free to disappear,
from harsh reality.
He confides just enough
to confirm her suspicions.
Now hes out on the street
with no pot to piss in.
Stepping on fingers
of the hands...
clueless to choose his
interpretation -
she cries.
Always just here say,
did he ? Did he not?
No one to pin-point
until he gets caught.
Up in a tangle,
down with the truth,
admitting his follies-
Which ones should he choose?
She assures him the honesty
will set his soul free...
Free to disappear,
from harsh reality.
He confides just enough
to confirm her suspicions.
Now hes out on the street
with no pot to piss in.
Stepping on fingers
of the hands...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Apr 2015 8:05am
24th Apr 2015 8:05am
All Nighter
I don't remember how I met her.
She reminds me of one of the very few
close friends I use to have.
It is rare of me to confide in a female anyway.
I confide in myself.
That way, there's no gossip.
So , I told her that she reminded me
of a once familiar face.
She showed a slight interest in the name
then dismissed it for the next topic.
They kept talking.
The three of them.
I was just watching,
quietly.
I was thinking of an occasion
probably 5 years ago , or so.
They keep chatting,
like excited school children...
She reminds me of one of the very few
close friends I use to have.
It is rare of me to confide in a female anyway.
I confide in myself.
That way, there's no gossip.
So , I told her that she reminded me
of a once familiar face.
She showed a slight interest in the name
then dismissed it for the next topic.
They kept talking.
The three of them.
I was just watching,
quietly.
I was thinking of an occasion
probably 5 years ago , or so.
They keep chatting,
like excited school children...
721 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 6:48am
23rd Apr 2015 6:48am
She said
When you look down a well and it resembles a dream
of a future in peril,
to the farthest extreme,
fear not my child,
your life is a test.
You need not be famous.
Just give it your best.
All remarkable feats
are the result of hard work.
We all know that hard work
is of body and mind.
All historical beliefs
we continue to search,
to the ends of the earth
expecting to find....
A harmonious even,
serenity in truth,
in a garden of flowers,
lives an underlying youth.
Embrace who you are,
whatever...
of a future in peril,
to the farthest extreme,
fear not my child,
your life is a test.
You need not be famous.
Just give it your best.
All remarkable feats
are the result of hard work.
We all know that hard work
is of body and mind.
All historical beliefs
we continue to search,
to the ends of the earth
expecting to find....
A harmonious even,
serenity in truth,
in a garden of flowers,
lives an underlying youth.
Embrace who you are,
whatever...
766 reads
4 Comments
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