Submissions by twurminator
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 6:27am
20th Jan 2014 6:27am
My blade
They think they're so sharp,
Yet they can't even get under our skin.
Let's roll the dice and lick our wounds,
And give a toast to criticism.
It's short n sweet
But enough to make you full.
I draw my words so quickly,
My blade makes you dull.
Yet they can't even get under our skin.
Let's roll the dice and lick our wounds,
And give a toast to criticism.
It's short n sweet
But enough to make you full.
I draw my words so quickly,
My blade makes you dull.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 3:55pm
22nd Dec 2013 3:55pm
Must be
You must be better, the way you steal their attention.
I must be bitter, the way I failed to mention.
No one stops for a minute when a second is too long.
Everyone takes their time yet their always on the run.
Admiring advice, yet I'm far from aroused.
An abomination of grammar will taunt your very voice.
The long lived night settles down to get mellow.
The breathe of my dreams drowns silent from the wrath of a pillow.
I must be bitter, the way I failed to mention.
No one stops for a minute when a second is too long.
Everyone takes their time yet their always on the run.
Admiring advice, yet I'm far from aroused.
An abomination of grammar will taunt your very voice.
The long lived night settles down to get mellow.
The breathe of my dreams drowns silent from the wrath of a pillow.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 9:41pm
25th Oct 2013 9:41pm
40 winks
Staying up past bedtime
just to spend the night alone.
Whispers from the darkness
taunt me for my throne.
Some will say I have the blues,
But the only color I see is blacK.
I think I think too much,
But there I go again.
Staying awake all night
just to dream all day.
just to spend the night alone.
Whispers from the darkness
taunt me for my throne.
Some will say I have the blues,
But the only color I see is blacK.
I think I think too much,
But there I go again.
Staying awake all night
just to dream all day.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 00:09am
12th Apr 2013 00:09am
Starvation
Try breathing the air that sets my mind on fire...
Its the burning mass of a mental breakdown...
A rage to make you curious...
Beaten to a pulp, with morals and values.
Waiting for my collapse...
The displeasure bleeds out as reality sinks in.
Broken and weakened, all for my starvation.
Its the burning mass of a mental breakdown...
A rage to make you curious...
Beaten to a pulp, with morals and values.
Waiting for my collapse...
The displeasure bleeds out as reality sinks in.
Broken and weakened, all for my starvation.
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 8:17am
6th Feb 2013 8:17am
Day of peace
In the depths of the deep,
The debt we owe is not cheap.
For we pay the price,
And the time is ours.
Hoping for that day of peace...
A scene to be seen,
A sight to be sought.
A life to be lived,
And a life to be bought...
Drowning in the sea of life,
I think I may, I think I might.
The debt we owe is not cheap.
For we pay the price,
And the time is ours.
Hoping for that day of peace...
A scene to be seen,
A sight to be sought.
A life to be lived,
And a life to be bought...
Drowning in the sea of life,
I think I may, I think I might.
816 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 6:32am
29th Jan 2013 6:32am
Too loud
The day is turning black
and the moon will soon fade,
Times are getting hard
with the darkest of parades.
For I could never rest
and never sleep,
But tonight I live to be torn to piece.
The tune to my life could never be betrayed,
even though sometimes too loud,
and muffled from the grave.
One day I'll have my way with words,
but they will never have their way with me.
and the moon will soon fade,
Times are getting hard
with the darkest of parades.
For I could never rest
and never sleep,
But tonight I live to be torn to piece.
The tune to my life could never be betrayed,
even though sometimes too loud,
and muffled from the grave.
One day I'll have my way with words,
but they will never have their way with me.
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