Submissions by twurminator
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2016 9:55pm
3rd Sep 2016 9:55pm
Bloody pillows
Burried in bed, face down, heart racing.
Back against the sky as if I've been dropped.
Heart beats so loud it's shaking the headboard,
You'd think I was in love...
Of all the things I should have ran from,
I followed my nose across the line.
What's missing?
A clean pillow and a slay of excuses.
If I turn over to look up for God,
The truth would drip down my face.
Back against the sky as if I've been dropped.
Heart beats so loud it's shaking the headboard,
You'd think I was in love...
Of all the things I should have ran from,
I followed my nose across the line.
What's missing?
A clean pillow and a slay of excuses.
If I turn over to look up for God,
The truth would drip down my face.
692 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 7:56am
27th Feb 2016 7:56am
Desperate madness
No matter how the day is going,
You can always find me here.
A desperate charm of madness
And the mystery of fear.
Walking along the spectrum edges
You might feel a presence...
Don't stick your hands in this cage.
You can always find me here.
A desperate charm of madness
And the mystery of fear.
Walking along the spectrum edges
You might feel a presence...
Don't stick your hands in this cage.
651 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 2:00pm
19th Nov 2015 2:00pm
Retirement
Green eyes only turn black
Like the shadows who whisper about
The talents that I lack.
Screams like a banshee when
I try to shine my light
It's simple to see like
The pathetic words that I write.
Call it a freebie, a pass or a farewell,
She turns the church of love into a
Firery jail cell.
An eternity of hell
is better than spending
One more day with you...
Following the white rabbit will only
Leave you jipped,
Should have known better as a kid
I'd only end up being tricked.
When it comes to the...
Like the shadows who whisper about
The talents that I lack.
Screams like a banshee when
I try to shine my light
It's simple to see like
The pathetic words that I write.
Call it a freebie, a pass or a farewell,
She turns the church of love into a
Firery jail cell.
An eternity of hell
is better than spending
One more day with you...
Following the white rabbit will only
Leave you jipped,
Should have known better as a kid
I'd only end up being tricked.
When it comes to the...
658 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2015 9:39pm
25th Sep 2015 9:39pm
Chain smokin
Looking out the window holding back my tears,
Chain smokin newports just to distract me from my fears.
Makin deals with the devil just to get on a higher level, 20 years off my life he can kill me on schedule.
Money's the only thing that matters...
And im crazier than the hatter...
Gaining mass exercising demons,
But that doesn't even matter...
Chain smokin newports just to distract me from my fears.
Makin deals with the devil just to get on a higher level, 20 years off my life he can kill me on schedule.
Money's the only thing that matters...
And im crazier than the hatter...
Gaining mass exercising demons,
But that doesn't even matter...
627 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2015 2:15pm
22nd Aug 2015 2:15pm
Empty space
Never have I known who I was,
Until the opinions of others shaped me.
No matter how you piece me together,
There's always a empty space.
Growing older by the day,
With an hourly wage pay,
All I am is a serial number
With an experatation date.
Keep fighting the good fight they say,
As they pat me on the back...
They all want to know where I'm going,
And love to take a wild guess...
Applying pressure to my temple,
With an explosion of mess.
Where are you going he says,
As I look at mans best...
Until the opinions of others shaped me.
No matter how you piece me together,
There's always a empty space.
Growing older by the day,
With an hourly wage pay,
All I am is a serial number
With an experatation date.
Keep fighting the good fight they say,
As they pat me on the back...
They all want to know where I'm going,
And love to take a wild guess...
Applying pressure to my temple,
With an explosion of mess.
Where are you going he says,
As I look at mans best...
561 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 6:29pm
13th Jun 2015 6:29pm
Personally
No choice or conflict.
I could never figure it out.
Madness grasps my heart,
And chaos pets my brain.
If I could personally say goodbye,
Would that be too much to ask?
There's a combination to a safe I know.
Inside are 2 fully loaded guns.
Ones a angel and ones a demon,
And neither have ever held my hand.
I could never figure it out.
Madness grasps my heart,
And chaos pets my brain.
If I could personally say goodbye,
Would that be too much to ask?
There's a combination to a safe I know.
Inside are 2 fully loaded guns.
Ones a angel and ones a demon,
And neither have ever held my hand.
561 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2014 6:44pm
3rd Dec 2014 6:44pm
Red light
Dust on the floor,
and a galaxy of gold.
A catalyst of desires,
and a prisoner of the present.
Hidden in plain sight,
is the truth of my life.
Cold, broke and impatient,
Stuck at a red light.
and a galaxy of gold.
A catalyst of desires,
and a prisoner of the present.
Hidden in plain sight,
is the truth of my life.
Cold, broke and impatient,
Stuck at a red light.
600 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 5:43am
9th Jul 2014 5:43am
Speaking in code
Qs and As between U and I,
As we peel back the curtains.
Behind the scenes speaking in code,
It's a VIP for two persons.
Like old black n white movies,
The time passes by in choppy frames.
If there was time to kill and money to make,
Id cash it in for change.
As we peel back the curtains.
Behind the scenes speaking in code,
It's a VIP for two persons.
Like old black n white movies,
The time passes by in choppy frames.
If there was time to kill and money to make,
Id cash it in for change.
715 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2014 1:01am
26th May 2014 1:01am
Back to the drawing board
Goals and achievements just become where abouts,
And hard work gets you nothing but more hard work.
Back to thee ol' drawing board with nothing but erasers.
Times are hard, but hard times are saviors.
And hard work gets you nothing but more hard work.
Back to thee ol' drawing board with nothing but erasers.
Times are hard, but hard times are saviors.
754 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2014 6:21am
18th Apr 2014 6:21am
Alone
Oddly enough it's true
About all the things they say.
The tests of time and mismatched pieces
are quite the game to play.
A secret list of actions attacking your attention,
Just like written code or a picture set in stone.
Careless as a riddle and crazy as a genius,
Walking the path alone.
About all the things they say.
The tests of time and mismatched pieces
are quite the game to play.
A secret list of actions attacking your attention,
Just like written code or a picture set in stone.
Careless as a riddle and crazy as a genius,
Walking the path alone.
869 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2014 7:45am
16th Mar 2014 7:45am
No such thing as a hero
Simple words are more complexed,
But it was all just a lie...
Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.
Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings
You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
But it was all just a lie...
Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.
Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings
You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
888 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 8:27am
9th Feb 2014 8:27am
Strangled
If footsteps echo through the halls,
How loud do you think the screams will be?
If the walls are leaking from the rain,
How many tears does it take until you drowned?
If your behind bars with no bail, how long will you stay locked inside yourself?
Closing my eyes brings nothing but pain, and the waking world haunts me as if I were frightened.
My nightmares won't stop,
they pour over into the dawn.
I accept my fate,
For their is no hope.
Soon ill be pushing up daisies,
With my own hands around my throat.
How loud do you think the screams will be?
If the walls are leaking from the rain,
How many tears does it take until you drowned?
If your behind bars with no bail, how long will you stay locked inside yourself?
Closing my eyes brings nothing but pain, and the waking world haunts me as if I were frightened.
My nightmares won't stop,
they pour over into the dawn.
I accept my fate,
For their is no hope.
Soon ill be pushing up daisies,
With my own hands around my throat.
731 reads
2 Comments
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