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.
Where are you?
Do you want to leave? All you have to do is close those wandering eyes. I'll carry you into the night sky, amongst the bright colorful stars that resemble your eyes, where you can tell me what is killing you from the inside. We can travel through the planets, observing our favorite aspect of each one as they pass. Rest on Saturn's rings, renaming Jupiter's moons. Only to be caught around the ankles and drug back to reality with you stranded all alone and me searching to bring you home. Wake me from this nightmare that you are not here. Don't let them drag you beneath the ocean. The waters are...
#love
#depression
#ILoveYou
#TimeHeals
#IMissYou
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I miss you
May I dance upon this stage, breathe in this light. Kill all of me to think of you, I think I feel this thing again it drowns my normal thoughts tonight. Look up and count all of the stars. It feels so familiar and so surreal, to be here with you yet you’re so far away. A ballet of emotion guides my eyes to the memories you placed into my mind for me to find and kill my time. I miss your eyes, getting lost in them every night. Lying my head on your chest, thinking nothing more than falling for you time after time. Yesterday was so long ago, as you left against your will. Without your hand to...
#ILoveYou
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Just a thought
Could our demons be a type of inner poltergeist, formed by our own negative thoughts created by the negative words and actions of others?
Thus we are our demons,
acting on our own selfish desire to leave this world that does not deserve an honest soul.
As trapped by our own Ambitions to save a world that is too far to be saved,
We are the Damned,
We are the Broken,
We are human.
Thus we are our demons,
acting on our own selfish desire to leave this world that does not deserve an honest soul.
As trapped by our own Ambitions to save a world that is too far to be saved,
We are the Damned,
We are the Broken,
We are human.
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Dread
Open up. See me. Not my appearance but my understandings. Bitch you thought HaHa now you cry. Now I whish I had died.
No one ever suspects anything even with my clear signs of dread with white staining your black perspective on life.
Red masquera runs with every lie ever pressed with ease through your beautiful lips.
leaks of darkness exspose what is left of both our souls...plenty of heart.
most of which you destroyed.
We don't live for ourselves just to impact the world and the people around.
DREAD
As you are my angel, you cannot fly your wings are broken, your...
No one ever suspects anything even with my clear signs of dread with white staining your black perspective on life.
Red masquera runs with every lie ever pressed with ease through your beautiful lips.
leaks of darkness exspose what is left of both our souls...plenty of heart.
most of which you destroyed.
We don't live for ourselves just to impact the world and the people around.
DREAD
As you are my angel, you cannot fly your wings are broken, your...
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BULLETS
Bullets, bullets Fuck there everywhere
Bullets, bullets you can smell them in the air
The gun powder the black smoke see it in my hair
Like snow but the opposite so suffocating and full of dispair
The moms that are crying
The dads that are fighting
the children growing up ruthless and uncaring violent little assholes who smille at others as they're dying laughing at the beatings of innocent people on the streets
Also a corrupt government to back it up
Can't you taste the nuclear warfair?
It's a bitter foul rotten taste such of decomposing suage under time...
Bullets, bullets you can smell them in the air
The gun powder the black smoke see it in my hair
Like snow but the opposite so suffocating and full of dispair
The moms that are crying
The dads that are fighting
the children growing up ruthless and uncaring violent little assholes who smille at others as they're dying laughing at the beatings of innocent people on the streets
Also a corrupt government to back it up
Can't you taste the nuclear warfair?
It's a bitter foul rotten taste such of decomposing suage under time...
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