Jezkeebs
Poem Published
13th Mar 2021 6:55am
13th Mar 2021 6:55am
One day
One day I went a walking
Across hills silent, not talking
Deep in thought then deep in woods and under leaves
That rustle through notched arms of old oak trees
One thought that gnawed and twisted
Riddled with pus, all blistered
Weep from sores then weep from eyes tears relentlessly
Reflecting the haunted personality that is me
One can only see things broken
A dirty half life, hope sunken
Angle of the branches then angle of the spaces between
That call and show this hollow mind cracking at the seams
Across hills silent, not talking
Deep in thought then deep in woods and under leaves
That rustle through notched arms of old oak trees
One thought that gnawed and twisted
Riddled with pus, all blistered
Weep from sores then weep from eyes tears relentlessly
Reflecting the haunted personality that is me
One can only see things broken
A dirty half life, hope sunken
Angle of the branches then angle of the spaces between
That call and show this hollow mind cracking at the seams
#anxiety
#rhyming
#nightmares
440 reads
6 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
13th Mar 2021 6:55am
13th Mar 2021 6:55am
One day
One day I went a walking
Across hills silent, not talking
Deep in thought then deep in woods and under leaves
That rustle through notched arms of old oak trees
One thought that gnawed and twisted
Riddled with pus, all blistered
Weep from sores then weep from eyes tears relentlessly
Reflecting the haunted personality that is me
One can only see things broken
A dirty half life, hope sunken
Angle of the branches then angle of the spaces between
That call and show this hollow mind cracking at the seams
Across hills silent, not talking
Deep in thought then deep in woods and under leaves
That rustle through notched arms of old oak trees
One thought that gnawed and twisted
Riddled with pus, all blistered
Weep from sores then weep from eyes tears relentlessly
Reflecting the haunted personality that is me
One can only see things broken
A dirty half life, hope sunken
Angle of the branches then angle of the spaces between
That call and show this hollow mind cracking at the seams
#anxiety
#rhyming
#nightmares
440 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
224 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
224 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
224 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
224 reads
4 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 5:52pm
19th Jun 2024 5:52pm
Reaper
Stalk the hunter
Fallen prey
A game played in an endless maze
Walking hunted
Fall and pray
The same way against the grain
Scythe into the wheat
Blessed ergot
Sow what you reap
Delusional rot
Gone without a sound
Inhale
Then let it all out
On it's way down
In Hell
Without a doubt
Fan the flames
Sacred shadow
Predator restraint
Naked gallows
An empty rope
A waiting head
Sacrificial goat
Two coins for the dead
Spinal column broke ...
Fallen prey
A game played in an endless maze
Walking hunted
Fall and pray
The same way against the grain
Scythe into the wheat
Blessed ergot
Sow what you reap
Delusional rot
Gone without a sound
Inhale
Then let it all out
On it's way down
In Hell
Without a doubt
Fan the flames
Sacred shadow
Predator restraint
Naked gallows
An empty rope
A waiting head
Sacrificial goat
Two coins for the dead
Spinal column broke ...
#night
#nightmares
#shadows
188 reads
1 Comment
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 5:52pm
19th Jun 2024 5:52pm
Reaper
Stalk the hunter
Fallen prey
A game played in an endless maze
Walking hunted
Fall and pray
The same way against the grain
Scythe into the wheat
Blessed ergot
Sow what you reap
Delusional rot
Gone without a sound
Inhale
Then let it all out
On it's way down
In Hell
Without a doubt
Fan the flames
Sacred shadow
Predator restraint
Naked gallows
An empty rope
A waiting head
Sacrificial goat
Two coins for the dead
Spinal column broke ...
Fallen prey
A game played in an endless maze
Walking hunted
Fall and pray
The same way against the grain
Scythe into the wheat
Blessed ergot
Sow what you reap
Delusional rot
Gone without a sound
Inhale
Then let it all out
On it's way down
In Hell
Without a doubt
Fan the flames
Sacred shadow
Predator restraint
Naked gallows
An empty rope
A waiting head
Sacrificial goat
Two coins for the dead
Spinal column broke ...
#night
#nightmares
#shadows
188 reads
1 Comment
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 5:52pm
19th Jun 2024 5:52pm
Reaper
Stalk the hunter
Fallen prey
A game played in an endless maze
Walking hunted
Fall and pray
The same way against the grain
Scythe into the wheat
Blessed ergot
Sow what you reap
Delusional rot
Gone without a sound
Inhale
Then let it all out
On it's way down
In Hell
Without a doubt
Fan the flames
Sacred shadow
Predator restraint
Naked gallows
An empty rope
A waiting head
Sacrificial goat
Two coins for the dead
Spinal column broke ...
Fallen prey
A game played in an endless maze
Walking hunted
Fall and pray
The same way against the grain
Scythe into the wheat
Blessed ergot
Sow what you reap
Delusional rot
Gone without a sound
Inhale
Then let it all out
On it's way down
In Hell
Without a doubt
Fan the flames
Sacred shadow
Predator restraint
Naked gallows
An empty rope
A waiting head
Sacrificial goat
Two coins for the dead
Spinal column broke ...
#night
#nightmares
#shadows
188 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 5:38am
18th Mar 2025 5:38am
Possession
#dark
#death
#nightmares
77 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 5:38am
18th Mar 2025 5:38am
Possession
#dark
#death
#nightmares
77 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 5:38am
18th Mar 2025 5:38am
Possession
#dark
#death
#nightmares
77 reads
8 Comments
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