Submissions by usernames_r_lame
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2018 4:46pm
2nd Jun 2018 4:46pm
Air to the Flames
There I go
blindfolded with my fists up
Kicking and punching for sustainability
You know you don't always have to be fighting for something
He says
Yes I should know that shouldn't I
I’ve never thrown a knife nor
Fought the monster
So why do I feel so violent
The most aggressive are the ones without an outlet
And i've found I bruise quite easily
I’ve got broken teeth and soft cheeks
Delicately angry
And there I was
hushed quiet
I wonder if he knows the sun in his house falls perfectly
We spoke of...
blindfolded with my fists up
Kicking and punching for sustainability
You know you don't always have to be fighting for something
He says
Yes I should know that shouldn't I
I’ve never thrown a knife nor
Fought the monster
So why do I feel so violent
The most aggressive are the ones without an outlet
And i've found I bruise quite easily
I’ve got broken teeth and soft cheeks
Delicately angry
And there I was
hushed quiet
I wonder if he knows the sun in his house falls perfectly
We spoke of...
#anger
#love
#fire
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th May 2018 6:55am
14th May 2018 6:55am
The Thorn
wondering how to stop being so angry
about the things that hurt
the things that still hurt
breaking sticks looking for the satisfaction
of aggression
wishing the mistakes could be mended
you hurt me
and I am still hurt
yes can I just fucking say it
I never expected it from you
what do you want me to do about it
about the things that hurt
the things that still hurt
breaking sticks looking for the satisfaction
of aggression
wishing the mistakes could be mended
you hurt me
and I am still hurt
yes can I just fucking say it
I never expected it from you
what do you want me to do about it
#betrayal
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2018 7:57am
8th Apr 2018 7:57am
Learning
I've been alone a lot once again
and at first it was overwhelming
so many spaces and thoughts and sounds
yesterday it started wearing off
and instead I thought of dishes clanking and watching movies with my grandparents
I started feeling less afraid and more numb
I can't tell if it's a bad thing
but I remembered I have to live with myself my whole life
so I better stop thinking of death;
I'm started to think fate is bullshit again
despite working all those spells
and having those animals strangely enchant me
I started...
and at first it was overwhelming
so many spaces and thoughts and sounds
yesterday it started wearing off
and instead I thought of dishes clanking and watching movies with my grandparents
I started feeling less afraid and more numb
I can't tell if it's a bad thing
but I remembered I have to live with myself my whole life
so I better stop thinking of death;
I'm started to think fate is bullshit again
despite working all those spells
and having those animals strangely enchant me
I started...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2018 7:42am
8th Apr 2018 7:42am
You are Haunting
I smell like smoke and matches
my eyes worn in from a week of living
without you the world rotates much slower
it always has
it always will
remember when you used to call me darling
and you said the word never suit anyone as well as me
when are you coming back for me
I don't know how someone else is supposed to work
The moon was full and I was not scared as I walked that path alone
I didn't have the room to be scared anymore
when the worst had already happened when you disapeared
what then
could I be afraid of?
...
my eyes worn in from a week of living
without you the world rotates much slower
it always has
it always will
remember when you used to call me darling
and you said the word never suit anyone as well as me
when are you coming back for me
I don't know how someone else is supposed to work
The moon was full and I was not scared as I walked that path alone
I didn't have the room to be scared anymore
when the worst had already happened when you disapeared
what then
could I be afraid of?
...
#loneliness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2018 5:52am
28th Mar 2018 5:52am
Being
There is a point when one must decide what they view as truth
whether it is this or not
whatever it may be
it must be;
this is because we are fragile beings
who in fact know nearly nothing
we brush our teeth and walk places
or drive places
laugh in the wake of joke and deception
cry in the presence of almost anything else
and this is what we know and believe to know and that is okay;
there are the philosophers too
young and old
some of which admit not only our but also their ignorance
they relinquish themselves to...
whether it is this or not
whatever it may be
it must be;
this is because we are fragile beings
who in fact know nearly nothing
we brush our teeth and walk places
or drive places
laugh in the wake of joke and deception
cry in the presence of almost anything else
and this is what we know and believe to know and that is okay;
there are the philosophers too
young and old
some of which admit not only our but also their ignorance
they relinquish themselves to...
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2018 6:54am
24th Mar 2018 6:54am
Delicate
I feel so delicate in the face of recconing
I have already forgotten what you feel like
Your hands on my waist and the whispers
And I am started to feel as though I am
Unworthy of recieving that warmth
Lift my bones
Lift them high into the air
Until i can see it all correctly
I have already forgotten what you feel like
Your hands on my waist and the whispers
And I am started to feel as though I am
Unworthy of recieving that warmth
Lift my bones
Lift them high into the air
Until i can see it all correctly
#heartbroken
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2018 6:57am
17th Mar 2018 6:57am
Put on Your Dancing Shoes
I tell you of my romance with change
what a beautiful creature in the wake of destruction
nothing can compare to her smile or longevity;
yet I am still here
plucking burning flowers from the gravestones
oh the plaguing desire of known
to want can be so obstructive at times
and you should know
you should know better than I
than most I know
about familiarity
routine has beaten down my door
has beaten down my soul
and you know how afraid of it I can be
you know
you know
how much of a fighter I am
do you...
what a beautiful creature in the wake of destruction
nothing can compare to her smile or longevity;
yet I am still here
plucking burning flowers from the gravestones
oh the plaguing desire of known
to want can be so obstructive at times
and you should know
you should know better than I
than most I know
about familiarity
routine has beaten down my door
has beaten down my soul
and you know how afraid of it I can be
you know
you know
how much of a fighter I am
do you...
#anxiety
#love
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2018 6:53am
17th Mar 2018 6:53am
Collide
We drove together
for the first time in a while
we laughed
and couldn't find the candle store
we saw a cat and I was scared I was going to run it over
it just stared at us
and you were convinced it was meant to be your familiar
since you're into all that witchcraft now;
I remembered I'm quite bad at driving
and we almost died when I pulled out onto the road after taking pictures of you
we both screamed
and you asked why I had done it
and I wondered the same
we drove on
singing along to so many songs
in and...
for the first time in a while
we laughed
and couldn't find the candle store
we saw a cat and I was scared I was going to run it over
it just stared at us
and you were convinced it was meant to be your familiar
since you're into all that witchcraft now;
I remembered I'm quite bad at driving
and we almost died when I pulled out onto the road after taking pictures of you
we both screamed
and you asked why I had done it
and I wondered the same
we drove on
singing along to so many songs
in and...
#family
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2018 7:59am
15th Mar 2018 7:59am
Magic
The night air
Lifts me into its wind like grasp
Imagine lanterns and floating
This is what soft violin sounds like
And windchimes
Can you see the way my hair goes everywhere in the wake of motion?
Wings are not so foreign sometimes
Hands are like that of a balerina’s;
Sometimes I think it’s still real
Sometimes I know it is
Hushed into a whisper
Contain me there
Remember the flashlights and walkytalkie’s
I used to dream of the trees
An owl following me on the leaves
Fire awakens jaggedness at times ...
Lifts me into its wind like grasp
Imagine lanterns and floating
This is what soft violin sounds like
And windchimes
Can you see the way my hair goes everywhere in the wake of motion?
Wings are not so foreign sometimes
Hands are like that of a balerina’s;
Sometimes I think it’s still real
Sometimes I know it is
Hushed into a whisper
Contain me there
Remember the flashlights and walkytalkie’s
I used to dream of the trees
An owl following me on the leaves
Fire awakens jaggedness at times ...
#night
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2018 5:23am
13th Mar 2018 5:23am
This Must be the Place
it's strange
I remember she tried to show me
I remember many times
between her dancing when I was a child
or sitting in the living room with the sun slanting
she told me how beautiful it was
but I did not listen
even in the summer
when we listened again
when I thought I understood
I did not
until now
the things being in and losing love makes you appreciate
is interesting
I remember she tried to show me
I remember many times
between her dancing when I was a child
or sitting in the living room with the sun slanting
she told me how beautiful it was
but I did not listen
even in the summer
when we listened again
when I thought I understood
I did not
until now
the things being in and losing love makes you appreciate
is interesting
#TruthOfLife
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2018 4:29am
12th Mar 2018 4:29am
Not Knowing
I lain on the carpet
and listened to If Blue Could be Happiness
I became so weightless
I almost forgot about the candles
My house almost burned down to the ground
and all I did was stare at the puddle of wax
blow the flame out and shrug
I am calm for once
and I am scared for the storm to return
I am quiet
in the midst of the hush
I hope you are receiving my telepathic messages darling
what is expected of me
I am okay with not knowing for now;
and listened to If Blue Could be Happiness
I became so weightless
I almost forgot about the candles
My house almost burned down to the ground
and all I did was stare at the puddle of wax
blow the flame out and shrug
I am calm for once
and I am scared for the storm to return
I am quiet
in the midst of the hush
I hope you are receiving my telepathic messages darling
what is expected of me
I am okay with not knowing for now;
#silence
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2018 7:10am
11th Mar 2018 7:10am
A Home
The universe breathes softly through your finger tips
I looked for the moon in the wake of night only to find a constellation
no greater wonder could have cartwheeled across this dirt
and I think of what I consider home
more often these days
love must rest at times
and hate must rest at times
and I must rest too
what kisses are of balance I do not know
what battles are of hurt
I've seen before
your home
is a blank space for me
fill in the gaps with your laughter
walking across the floor...
I looked for the moon in the wake of night only to find a constellation
no greater wonder could have cartwheeled across this dirt
and I think of what I consider home
more often these days
love must rest at times
and hate must rest at times
and I must rest too
what kisses are of balance I do not know
what battles are of hurt
I've seen before
your home
is a blank space for me
fill in the gaps with your laughter
walking across the floor...
#home
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