Submissions by whereworthlives
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello I am the awkward/strange woman. Writing is my escape. In a way the writing release these feelings. Thanks you
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2017 4:07am
19th Apr 2017 4:07am
"The Low Self-esteem Host"
To the girl that's on the other side of the mirror..
I deeply regret my unflattering thoughts and unforgivable words..
I only wish I could think of you before thinking of myself..
I am sorry to have taken resident inside you..
In a way I am happy that you are not self driven..
Somewhere to stay as for a place you do not go ..
For all your pattern is unfulfilled potential..
I see your fight as if I'm watching through a window..
Not much to overcome like a mind without a thinker..
A Long time a go I've been living here..
Your desire to rise...
I deeply regret my unflattering thoughts and unforgivable words..
I only wish I could think of you before thinking of myself..
I am sorry to have taken resident inside you..
In a way I am happy that you are not self driven..
Somewhere to stay as for a place you do not go ..
For all your pattern is unfulfilled potential..
I see your fight as if I'm watching through a window..
Not much to overcome like a mind without a thinker..
A Long time a go I've been living here..
Your desire to rise...
622 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2017 3:07am
19th Jan 2017 3:07am
Betraying Body
I woke to the feeling of a slight pulling on my breast
I was shocked to see that it was a stranger.
I was shocked to see that it was a stranger.
662 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 9:15pm
11th Jan 2017 9:15pm
Leaders of Ourselves
Considering Beyond these walls that surrounds this fragile shell
In the midst of reoccurring past
Thoughts of the future that is running always
Having no time
To never stop to rest the blisters of the inevitable fear of ahead
Shelter the poor from their own tears
Wicked are also with smear
Walking heavily With the blood and stains tainted on their skin
Show mercy withheld these thoughts
Demon strive and aim to pull the trigger
Death feels like peace
The noise whirling steadily is screaming "You are very near "
This evil is...
In the midst of reoccurring past
Thoughts of the future that is running always
Having no time
To never stop to rest the blisters of the inevitable fear of ahead
Shelter the poor from their own tears
Wicked are also with smear
Walking heavily With the blood and stains tainted on their skin
Show mercy withheld these thoughts
Demon strive and aim to pull the trigger
Death feels like peace
The noise whirling steadily is screaming "You are very near "
This evil is...
601 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Dec 2016 1:56am
10th Dec 2016 1:56am
Drifter Boys
Drifter boys
They walked as if their connected magnetically
Heads facing the ground
They are the shadows of no means
Faded breath
And cigarette dust
Evil is burning in their guts
Scared and afraid
Of these books without a cover
Has each page turn they expel terror
Ghosts or demons
Their origin is unknown
The fatal count of one two three
The last place someone will ever see
Cold and alone drifter boys
Mommy no where
Daddy is gone
No expression
Faceless blank feelings
Dead sight...
They walked as if their connected magnetically
Heads facing the ground
They are the shadows of no means
Faded breath
And cigarette dust
Evil is burning in their guts
Scared and afraid
Of these books without a cover
Has each page turn they expel terror
Ghosts or demons
Their origin is unknown
The fatal count of one two three
The last place someone will ever see
Cold and alone drifter boys
Mommy no where
Daddy is gone
No expression
Faceless blank feelings
Dead sight...
587 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2016 11:26pm
4th Dec 2016 11:26pm
"Ageless"
Ageless”
Before the night was over the truth was told
The comparison of pain to a burning red flower
Fire that ignites fear
Feelings are no longer alive
Music the art of all centaury
The Mood swinger
The sound ringer
Two days to live
Born today
A boy tonight
A man tomorrow
Lust or love
Eyes connected simultaneously
To live for only one
To die alone
Better felt than not at all
At least there was an experience
At least there was someone
Before the night was over the truth was told
The comparison of pain to a burning red flower
Fire that ignites fear
Feelings are no longer alive
Music the art of all centaury
The Mood swinger
The sound ringer
Two days to live
Born today
A boy tonight
A man tomorrow
Lust or love
Eyes connected simultaneously
To live for only one
To die alone
Better felt than not at all
At least there was an experience
At least there was someone
509 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2016 00:56am
6th Nov 2016 00:56am
Going through this I'll make it
Pyscho that listen to me
I am breathing and this is your hobby
Pyscho that never sleeps
I hear you
I've seen you
I'm not afraid of you
Fuck you to think you could ever win
Nothing and pathetic
You reek you stink savage
Keep listening
Keep watching
I feel sorry for you
Because no one wants you
No one will never need you
Please feel free to keep watching
I am breathing and this is your hobby
Pyscho that never sleeps
I hear you
I've seen you
I'm not afraid of you
Fuck you to think you could ever win
Nothing and pathetic
You reek you stink savage
Keep listening
Keep watching
I feel sorry for you
Because no one wants you
No one will never need you
Please feel free to keep watching
520 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 1:30am
28th Oct 2016 1:30am
To Say When I say..
Today where do I lie
The front and back of me is all they see
Trapped isn't good enough
I'm wedged deep inside the cores of cores
Restricted from myself
The thought of being more is nowhere
Suppress and dying from the withholding
Fold always
Clothes set aside but isn't worn
Grasses that have never been walk upon
I wait to feel moist feet take strides and spread.
The front and back of me is all they see
Trapped isn't good enough
I'm wedged deep inside the cores of cores
Restricted from myself
The thought of being more is nowhere
Suppress and dying from the withholding
Fold always
Clothes set aside but isn't worn
Grasses that have never been walk upon
I wait to feel moist feet take strides and spread.
487 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Oct 2016 9:16pm
12th Oct 2016 9:16pm
"GINGER'S OBSESSION WITH RAPE" PART TWO
784 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2016 1:53am
4th Oct 2016 1:53am
want less
"Want less "
Endless time
I'm drifting off into space
I look in the sky and I see a face
The world is around me
I'm centered in it
I look and hope
And yet to find
Regard needs instead of want
Don't see the smile without seeing the heart
I'd love you till there's no tomorrow
keep your old shirt as a reminder
You were here I had you
But you Never saw me....
Endless time
I'm drifting off into space
I look in the sky and I see a face
The world is around me
I'm centered in it
I look and hope
And yet to find
Regard needs instead of want
Don't see the smile without seeing the heart
I'd love you till there's no tomorrow
keep your old shirt as a reminder
You were here I had you
But you Never saw me....
519 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2016 4:56am
30th Sep 2016 4:56am
"Grey Clouds"
On my knees ..
Darkness surrounds me ..
Naked and empty..
Barefooted with shattered glass..
Fucked Raw and bruised..
Open like wild fire..
I burn on the inside..
I love the misery..
My pain feeds pleasure ...
Why fight it..
Can't break free..
Can't let go ..
Locked within...
What's wrong with me
Darkness surrounds me ..
Naked and empty..
Barefooted with shattered glass..
Fucked Raw and bruised..
Open like wild fire..
I burn on the inside..
I love the misery..
My pain feeds pleasure ...
Why fight it..
Can't break free..
Can't let go ..
Locked within...
What's wrong with me
516 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2016 6:02pm
1st Sep 2016 6:02pm
"No Where to Run"
Shall my evening self be consume with nightfall...
i am alone under the covers hiding from the wrong within me...
"Cut it out kill it with a knife"...
I can't....
We are not meant to be you and I...
Shadow and light..
My pain and sorrows burns like fire...
Words too dark to speak..
I hate that i love it so much..
Sitting on my knees scrapping the rundown old wall..
Walking on dirt and ashes of cigarettes....
i feel dead yet i am aware of myself as my own enemy...
i am alone under the covers hiding from the wrong within me...
"Cut it out kill it with a knife"...
I can't....
We are not meant to be you and I...
Shadow and light..
My pain and sorrows burns like fire...
Words too dark to speak..
I hate that i love it so much..
Sitting on my knees scrapping the rundown old wall..
Walking on dirt and ashes of cigarettes....
i feel dead yet i am aware of myself as my own enemy...
491 reads
2 Comments
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