Submissions by ConcreteMoon (Dillon Nickerson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm Dillon, I write mostly sad or unhappy and love poems, I love to branch out into the weird though.
Darkness
In a darkness called my life
World lost out of the light falling
The concrete is harder than the ground
Forward before being ripped into a dark shadow
My eyes red from the pain
Who knew our eyes were connected to our heart
Blood is my tears
Lonely self sacrifice
Two hearts cut into one
Two deaths one life
Where does walking take you when you can only crawl?
No one movement will bring me closer
I see her face crumble with my heart
My fault brings out the blood from my heart to my eyes
Lay there with it all pouring out
The wind like a...
World lost out of the light falling
The concrete is harder than the ground
Forward before being ripped into a dark shadow
My eyes red from the pain
Who knew our eyes were connected to our heart
Blood is my tears
Lonely self sacrifice
Two hearts cut into one
Two deaths one life
Where does walking take you when you can only crawl?
No one movement will bring me closer
I see her face crumble with my heart
My fault brings out the blood from my heart to my eyes
Lay there with it all pouring out
The wind like a...
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Destruction Of A Color
wisp through useless minds and wasted times
breakfast traveled into a crossroad
here is the highest note on the tallest mountain
if a tear drop killed me then i attack the world
look up and you see the ground of someone else
when I open them I see others eyes
frequencies that make no sense that only I can understand
intro to the outro of the beginning of the end
hierarchy life,walled in a open space
echo into nothing as a sun rises from my reflection
same time a moon sets into my mind
a portrait of the road
painted with clouds as a brush and air...
breakfast traveled into a crossroad
here is the highest note on the tallest mountain
if a tear drop killed me then i attack the world
look up and you see the ground of someone else
when I open them I see others eyes
frequencies that make no sense that only I can understand
intro to the outro of the beginning of the end
hierarchy life,walled in a open space
echo into nothing as a sun rises from my reflection
same time a moon sets into my mind
a portrait of the road
painted with clouds as a brush and air...
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Lifeology
Conscience
The thought of another thing being harmed by you
Con is negative
Science is the knowledge of
Conscience is Negative Knowledge
Meaning we feel our conscience
When we are about to do something negative
First we study it
What are the outcomes of this thing?
We mostly feel the remorse after we do a negative action
Hurt another, we are only human
The feeling is consistent with a pain called
Regret
Past actions spark this painful emotion
Once it's open there's no way to close it
Unless amends are in order
The future should...
The thought of another thing being harmed by you
Con is negative
Science is the knowledge of
Conscience is Negative Knowledge
Meaning we feel our conscience
When we are about to do something negative
First we study it
What are the outcomes of this thing?
We mostly feel the remorse after we do a negative action
Hurt another, we are only human
The feeling is consistent with a pain called
Regret
Past actions spark this painful emotion
Once it's open there's no way to close it
Unless amends are in order
The future should...
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The Last Poet/The Beautifullest thing in the world
see trees of a wasteland as beautiful as a goddess
The river flows like acid through veins
A leaf flows down the river caught in a current of life
My art is my eyes
Day
Eyes like two suns inflamed and burned
Night
Eyes like two moons dark and grey
The concrete of a jungle layed to rest
I see imperfection everywhere in a world of perfection
An analyst of imperfection
Angels this low that never fly this high
Words perfect through it all
The leaves sway like god is riding the wind
The outline of birds in the distance my marker
The...
The river flows like acid through veins
A leaf flows down the river caught in a current of life
My art is my eyes
Day
Eyes like two suns inflamed and burned
Night
Eyes like two moons dark and grey
The concrete of a jungle layed to rest
I see imperfection everywhere in a world of perfection
An analyst of imperfection
Angels this low that never fly this high
Words perfect through it all
The leaves sway like god is riding the wind
The outline of birds in the distance my marker
The...
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Conversations With The Mind-Future
If we are the future then who is the past
Why can't we be the past and someone else be the future
What if we fuck it up?
At this very second the future is the past
And at this very second the world just changed
So the future changed as well
The past is what was just once been
Moments in time space we are particles of waste
Memorize the future forget the past
Every second our expiry date closes in
A steel door with no lock or door handle
The young are the old now
Wisdom is in the hands of the rich
We hold out our hands to receive it, the poor...
Why can't we be the past and someone else be the future
What if we fuck it up?
At this very second the future is the past
And at this very second the world just changed
So the future changed as well
The past is what was just once been
Moments in time space we are particles of waste
Memorize the future forget the past
Every second our expiry date closes in
A steel door with no lock or door handle
The young are the old now
Wisdom is in the hands of the rich
We hold out our hands to receive it, the poor...
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Believe
I am a life-force meant for death
The world around me swimming with 78 copies of me
But only I am me
No one exact copy the same
I am my own sense of hate
Stupidity lasts forever
Yet nothing will ever last forever
Not when you’re born to die
I am my corroded liver
Filtering out the bile of life
Where there is much there is many
It is exactly 9:05 pm in Guatemala right now
I am the leaky faucet you never fix
Drop by drop I create insanity
Anarchy in the peacefulness of no control
Where there’s a kill there’s a new day
Torture the...
The world around me swimming with 78 copies of me
But only I am me
No one exact copy the same
I am my own sense of hate
Stupidity lasts forever
Yet nothing will ever last forever
Not when you’re born to die
I am my corroded liver
Filtering out the bile of life
Where there is much there is many
It is exactly 9:05 pm in Guatemala right now
I am the leaky faucet you never fix
Drop by drop I create insanity
Anarchy in the peacefulness of no control
Where there’s a kill there’s a new day
Torture the...
329 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by ConcreteMoon (Dillon Nickerson)