Submissions by youngpoetdreams
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I typically write what I feel emotionally about people and the world. I don't like following a certain set of rules so I write the way I want.
Decay
Septic contamination withers your remains while decomposing your deteriorating poise,
six feet of undying pressure sends you into unavoidable sleep. wicked lies are spoken and beaten subconsciously displaying your fears, to be abused and misused. The cold and unnerving senses are turning the machinations of limitless yearning, you long to be free. Your breath begins to sway and choke, calamity starts to take control, your eyes roll back as your chest contorts and the spewing of your blood runs down your neck.
The Sleep has come to take it's place, unyielding fate of it's caustic...
six feet of undying pressure sends you into unavoidable sleep. wicked lies are spoken and beaten subconsciously displaying your fears, to be abused and misused. The cold and unnerving senses are turning the machinations of limitless yearning, you long to be free. Your breath begins to sway and choke, calamity starts to take control, your eyes roll back as your chest contorts and the spewing of your blood runs down your neck.
The Sleep has come to take it's place, unyielding fate of it's caustic...
#anxiety
#love
#heartbroken #death
#heartbroken #death
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Into the Deep
Drown me in the river, watch me as I sink. Tied together by a dark malevolent spiritual being, descending Into the depths.
The farther I float, the more my mind clouds. Memories flood, they pull me close. The surface of this water, I cannot break through.
It's crowded by the roots of the hollowing tree that looms overhead devouring any light shed by the sun. I touch the bordering line, my skin becomes numb, the lack of the of the touch of the ones that I love. It keeps me secluded and wretches the promise that I'll overcome.
All I feel, the water grows cold.
The...
The farther I float, the more my mind clouds. Memories flood, they pull me close. The surface of this water, I cannot break through.
It's crowded by the roots of the hollowing tree that looms overhead devouring any light shed by the sun. I touch the bordering line, my skin becomes numb, the lack of the of the touch of the ones that I love. It keeps me secluded and wretches the promise that I'll overcome.
All I feel, the water grows cold.
The...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#breakup
#death
533 reads
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he, The Beast
Creeping through the shadows, the false prophet Messiah swallows your faith and leads you into his abominable catacombs where he traps your being and peels your flesh to provide his unearthly sustenance as you are devoured and re-purposed for his Holocaust upon the people. Constructing the delusion of hope, luring you to the security of death, in his palms he makes you weep for the torment to seize the neurons in your brain. Now you have become a disposable puppet for the harvester of humanity and the vessel for this ritual, causing his demonic entity dragging through your heart's serenity...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #evil
#dark #evil
491 reads
2 Comments
The Feeling of Nothing
Senseless dwelling of impending Doom lurks in the air, I breathe it in. It takes my senses and jars them to an alternate realm in witch I cannot escape. Seems like so long I have been trapped in here with no one to hear my pleading tears, overflowing with inconseiavible fear. My dear won't you follow me into to this void as it reaps my flesh that you so love to see dissipate into your lucid dreaming like state of content. Seep into the blackened, diabolic, abysmal, creation in which is insidiously dragging us into it's gaping womb.
It's siren calls, I want to float into it's cream like...
It's siren calls, I want to float into it's cream like...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #dark
#loneliness #dark
477 reads
2 Comments
As I am
Can you feel these hands? Cold and hollow they buckle underneath the skin, shaking with the pressure of the deeds they have done. Just another day under the beating sun. Through the stale, sterile retinas that convert it's light into the visions that seep into your consciousness. None of this feels as it once had. The brain sits in what it has conjured and wallows in everything we fear, it's pushed to where it confines all of it's most abysmal of creations. In time they begin to speak, first as intricate reminders but slowly contort to form horrendously lucid reality. It is things such as...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Maybe
Maybe one day we'll wake up, see the sun and bask in it's beauty. At night we'll gaze at the stars , admiring their light. I'll Love every second my friend, because it'll be with you.
#happiness
#hope
402 reads
4 Comments
Please smile
When you hate yourself and no one else how are you supposed to justify? For beauty is given to the naturally selfish and wicked, although there are few just like you who earn it in blood and tears. Stay strong, you are loved. Stand taller than your oppressors and they will cower. Embrace yourself because you have earned the title of Beautiful.
#happiness
#love
#hope
382 reads
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schizophreniac
Liquifying painlessness, such somber fright is weightlessness. I want to be alone tonight but I fear they are after me. Reanimating horrors that i wish to repel into the depths of the void. They wait, ready to reap. Unholy conjuring, they make me weep. I beg for them to leave me be and let me sleep, the terrors keep me awake but it is evident they want to hear me beg for the rest I dream to keep. Lost in this, a cycle of pain left to my thoughts drowning in vain. And this is just the beginning of my day.
#anxiety
#depression
#sleep #nightmares
#sleep #nightmares
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The 10th of May
One more day, let the sun shine before the tears cloud up this sky. Fall on to you, let yourself grow. No more wilting, i will not let you. Stand up tall and let me help you.
How am i supposed to let you in? All I see are your Dead glass eyes, hollow smile with no emotion staring into an empty mirror, please speak again. A parasite yet i let you in. succubus, fuck again. Tear the skin, and burry within. Stimulate the bliss and let the gates flood the brain. Look at this unhealthy mental state i am swimming in, tie your precious words around my heart. I'll hold on! Every fucking stroke,...
How am i supposed to let you in? All I see are your Dead glass eyes, hollow smile with no emotion staring into an empty mirror, please speak again. A parasite yet i let you in. succubus, fuck again. Tear the skin, and burry within. Stimulate the bliss and let the gates flood the brain. Look at this unhealthy mental state i am swimming in, tie your precious words around my heart. I'll hold on! Every fucking stroke,...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#frustration
#despair
398 reads
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10:13
All the blood leaking again, from a rusted out syringe. One more hit to make things worse. As your words begin to fade, fate will surely take your place. In a higher place you now feel numb. Eyes are drifting, wandering, they disappear as you blink. Reopening just to see, everything falling slow. As it's crashing in the distance, you cannot tell a soul. Judgement reigns in their eyes, bathing you in insecurities. What they find a fiend, is a human being. This is my release, yet it kills me like a disease but I don't care because I feel great. leave me be to dissipate, one more time it's not...
#addiction
495 reads
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SoR
It's so cold, the way the shards of rain seem to stop time
In the place of memories there are hollow outlines of what was the truth
Now it collects into a pool of everything you hate, everything that helps me feel free without you
Do you listen to how it hits the soft ground?
In the place of memories there are hollow outlines of what was the truth
Now it collects into a pool of everything you hate, everything that helps me feel free without you
Do you listen to how it hits the soft ground?
#love
#forgiveness
#breakup
422 reads
2 Comments
Lethargy
I want to close my eyes but it seems I cannot. All these wild, fucked up demons always waking me up. They peel open my eyelids to stare deep inside my soul, I get up to scream as they jump and scatter across the mahogany floor. They scratch and claw at the wall where my grandfather's urn is placed up, protected by two blessed crosses. Am I really awake, or will I be asleep for good? Stuck inside a nightmare, so no matter how fast I begin to run they will always catch me and tournament me for fun.
#anxiety
#insomnia
464 reads
4 Comments
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