Submissions by underground_pyro
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write on things I've experienced a lot of the time.
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2016 7:12pm
28th Aug 2016 7:12pm
Life with epilepsy
Suddenly I shake and twitch,
Convulsing like a rag doll;
Like a toy robot with a glitch
No control, I fall to the ground.
Slowly but surly I can hear no sound.
Nerves twist, tears fall.
I can feel no one at all.
What seems like forever passes bye, it feels like death
Sound is the first thing to come back,
Everything is loud,
Then touch.
Who are you, please don't touch me.
I think but I cant speak.
Like a baby learning to talk I mumble, still can't walk yet.
My world, once so dark is now filled with blinding...
Convulsing like a rag doll;
Like a toy robot with a glitch
No control, I fall to the ground.
Slowly but surly I can hear no sound.
Nerves twist, tears fall.
I can feel no one at all.
What seems like forever passes bye, it feels like death
Sound is the first thing to come back,
Everything is loud,
Then touch.
Who are you, please don't touch me.
I think but I cant speak.
Like a baby learning to talk I mumble, still can't walk yet.
My world, once so dark is now filled with blinding...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 1:28pm
31st Jul 2016 1:28pm
To my future wife.
Love me.
Hold me tight .
Show me I'm safe .
Slowly I feel like I'm losing
My grip on reality.
Hold my hand
And help keep me grounded.
Your love keeps me warm at night.
Your smile gets me through the day.
I know I'm not perfect,
But for you I'll try my very best.
Let me protect you
Like I promised you the day we got back together.
I'll shield you from the
Dangers of the world around us.
Stand with me.
Help me through my weaknesses
And be my biggest strength .
I'm loyal, I'll stay by your side...
Hold me tight .
Show me I'm safe .
Slowly I feel like I'm losing
My grip on reality.
Hold my hand
And help keep me grounded.
Your love keeps me warm at night.
Your smile gets me through the day.
I know I'm not perfect,
But for you I'll try my very best.
Let me protect you
Like I promised you the day we got back together.
I'll shield you from the
Dangers of the world around us.
Stand with me.
Help me through my weaknesses
And be my biggest strength .
I'm loyal, I'll stay by your side...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jul 2016 9:06pm
6th Jul 2016 9:06pm
Broken
Alcohol leaves you breathless
Drugs leave you senseless
Anger leaves you restless
So what are you to do?
I could punch the wall until I bleed
I could get high as a kite
But you'll never truly see
Anything from my point of view.
From one addiction to another
Like following a familiar curse
The footsteps of my parents
But mine could end much worse.
Alcohol leaves you breathless
Drugs leave you senseless
Anger leaves you restless
So what are you to do?
You could be positive,
Push on
Go strong....
Drugs leave you senseless
Anger leaves you restless
So what are you to do?
I could punch the wall until I bleed
I could get high as a kite
But you'll never truly see
Anything from my point of view.
From one addiction to another
Like following a familiar curse
The footsteps of my parents
But mine could end much worse.
Alcohol leaves you breathless
Drugs leave you senseless
Anger leaves you restless
So what are you to do?
You could be positive,
Push on
Go strong....
676 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 10:41pm
1st Jul 2016 10:41pm
Home
This house has a roof, four walls
And three warm beds.
But its never going to be my home.
Home is safe, home is the sunlight kissing your face for the first time in weeks because your broken body kept you inside for too long.
This house has 2 parents, a grandfather and 2 children.
But it isn't my home.
It's a trap.
You see, naturally the parents take care of the children but it never actually went that way.
Mom was a dope dealer, daddy was a bad man
Brother was sick
Sister is weak
And grampa is scared.
That's not...
And three warm beds.
But its never going to be my home.
Home is safe, home is the sunlight kissing your face for the first time in weeks because your broken body kept you inside for too long.
This house has 2 parents, a grandfather and 2 children.
But it isn't my home.
It's a trap.
You see, naturally the parents take care of the children but it never actually went that way.
Mom was a dope dealer, daddy was a bad man
Brother was sick
Sister is weak
And grampa is scared.
That's not...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2016 7:49am
8th Jun 2016 7:49am
Crystal
Her name was crystal,
Her last name was meth.
My father's women of choice
Like most women she was just there to give him pleasure she has no voice.
When his body starts to acke he goes running back.
To much of her will cause a
Heart attack.
One shot and his world is bliss.
Every things happy, and warm
But in reality,
His home is broken, torn.
His wife fears the man he is,
He's like her father use to be.
So she keeps quiet, does as he says,
No fighting..
He has a daughter,
You see, him and crystal made...
Her last name was meth.
My father's women of choice
Like most women she was just there to give him pleasure she has no voice.
When his body starts to acke he goes running back.
To much of her will cause a
Heart attack.
One shot and his world is bliss.
Every things happy, and warm
But in reality,
His home is broken, torn.
His wife fears the man he is,
He's like her father use to be.
So she keeps quiet, does as he says,
No fighting..
He has a daughter,
You see, him and crystal made...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2016 4:22am
28th Mar 2016 4:22am
-to the fallen queen-
Slowly,
I'm breaking away from the hold you once had on my life.
Brick by brick
Im building my wall back up.
You loved to talk Down to me
Day after day.
I couldn't run away.
You made me feel like I had no where to run to.
My body is MY kingdom,
Today I take it back from under your rule.
Its about time I knocked you off that pedestal,
Because goddess knows you've been up there too long.
You tell me you want to be with me,
At least until you find someone better.
Anything I say is "unoriginal"
Or, at least in...
I'm breaking away from the hold you once had on my life.
Brick by brick
Im building my wall back up.
You loved to talk Down to me
Day after day.
I couldn't run away.
You made me feel like I had no where to run to.
My body is MY kingdom,
Today I take it back from under your rule.
Its about time I knocked you off that pedestal,
Because goddess knows you've been up there too long.
You tell me you want to be with me,
At least until you find someone better.
Anything I say is "unoriginal"
Or, at least in...
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 9:18pm
13th Mar 2016 9:18pm
Letter to my older brother
You told me,
"I love you"
And then you forced me onto my bed
'You're my sister let me protect you"
But you're actions didn't match what you said.
Mother, why did you let him come back into our home..
Why did you let us be alone?
Father, why didn't you protect me
I was to weak to protect myself
Brother, why did you hurt me
Why did you force me on that bed
Brother, why did you hold that
Gun to my head.
Your words feel like razor blades
Slowly cutting me down to size.
And then I think.. Its my...
"I love you"
And then you forced me onto my bed
'You're my sister let me protect you"
But you're actions didn't match what you said.
Mother, why did you let him come back into our home..
Why did you let us be alone?
Father, why didn't you protect me
I was to weak to protect myself
Brother, why did you hurt me
Why did you force me on that bed
Brother, why did you hold that
Gun to my head.
Your words feel like razor blades
Slowly cutting me down to size.
And then I think.. Its my...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 8:54am
11th Mar 2016 8:54am
Nothing
I will not call my body land,
Because its not yours to claim.
I won't call it a temple,
Because you won't respect it like one.
I won't call it a work of art,
If I feel like nothing more than a broken picture frame
Held together by tape.
In all honesty, what I call it doesn't matter.
What I call it other than skin.
Skin.. With stretch marks from binge eating one day,
Then not eating for four.
A body,
That's slowly breaking .
Eyes, that so many call beautiful,
But only look empty and dead when I
Look...
Because its not yours to claim.
I won't call it a temple,
Because you won't respect it like one.
I won't call it a work of art,
If I feel like nothing more than a broken picture frame
Held together by tape.
In all honesty, what I call it doesn't matter.
What I call it other than skin.
Skin.. With stretch marks from binge eating one day,
Then not eating for four.
A body,
That's slowly breaking .
Eyes, that so many call beautiful,
But only look empty and dead when I
Look...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 11:51pm
10th Mar 2016 11:51pm
What's wrong with me
Not enough time Not the right place My body's nothing more Than a waste of space.
Day by day We try to be okay
But its been so long Since its actually been that way .
I want to mend what I have broken But the only way For that to happen
Is to leave my mind Of which I've been trapped in.
Violent thoughts always rush in Whenever you ask me where I've been I want to tell you..
I should tell you ..
But I hate myself.
And Maybe you hate me too
Day by day We try to be okay
But its been so long Since its actually been that way .
I want to mend what I have broken But the only way For that to happen
Is to leave my mind Of which I've been trapped in.
Violent thoughts always rush in Whenever you ask me where I've been I want to tell you..
I should tell you ..
But I hate myself.
And Maybe you hate me too
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 4:30am
10th Mar 2016 4:30am
Seizures
What if,
It was only me and you when my world went black.
What if you sat there and witnessed those,
Invisible demons shredding at my body.
Making me convulse and twist and jerk.
If you were there once it was all over.
Would you be by my side until I was better again?
Or, would you use that time to play the game
My brother use to play?
He'd hold me to the bed,
His force was strong.
Do as he pleased .
And tell me to play along.
When I think of you, I think of him.
And for a moment.
My mood goes dim.
This...
It was only me and you when my world went black.
What if you sat there and witnessed those,
Invisible demons shredding at my body.
Making me convulse and twist and jerk.
If you were there once it was all over.
Would you be by my side until I was better again?
Or, would you use that time to play the game
My brother use to play?
He'd hold me to the bed,
His force was strong.
Do as he pleased .
And tell me to play along.
When I think of you, I think of him.
And for a moment.
My mood goes dim.
This...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2015 5:12am
1st Sep 2015 5:12am
childs play
Anguish anguish,
tears run dry.
slowly dying, no point in trying
i just want to be alone.
there must be something wrong with me
some sort of technicality,
or maybe something more.
im a childs toy thats slowly breaking,
making every excuse not to play today..
and when im all used up.. ill be alone.
having stockhome syndrome ,
wanting to stay with the same sadistic
fuck who gave me the title "toy"
in the first place..
your curly red hair,
your blue eyes,
your voice that still echoes in my ears ...
tears run dry.
slowly dying, no point in trying
i just want to be alone.
there must be something wrong with me
some sort of technicality,
or maybe something more.
im a childs toy thats slowly breaking,
making every excuse not to play today..
and when im all used up.. ill be alone.
having stockhome syndrome ,
wanting to stay with the same sadistic
fuck who gave me the title "toy"
in the first place..
your curly red hair,
your blue eyes,
your voice that still echoes in my ears ...
544 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jul 2015 9:19am
16th Jul 2015 9:19am
society
As a kid your always told to clean your plate
slowly words can break your fragile state.
"to fat, too skinny"
no matter what your not perfect,
dont forget to clean your plate
you try with all your might to finish that last bite
but you dont want to keep it down.
no matter the number on the bathroom scale
seems to define you as a person.
why? why cant we be happy just to be alive
rather than killing ourselves while trying to achieve someone else's definition of perfect.
hospital visits and fake smiles are both stops on your...
slowly words can break your fragile state.
"to fat, too skinny"
no matter what your not perfect,
dont forget to clean your plate
you try with all your might to finish that last bite
but you dont want to keep it down.
no matter the number on the bathroom scale
seems to define you as a person.
why? why cant we be happy just to be alive
rather than killing ourselves while trying to achieve someone else's definition of perfect.
hospital visits and fake smiles are both stops on your...
503 reads
0 Comments
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