Submissions by Karrabear (Question)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry as a hobby and an emotional release. But I do really love it and hope to do something with my writing one day.
Daily Dose
Loneliness is an unmercifully drug
Unwillingly taken day to day.
One however, grown accustomed to,
And swallowed with the bile.
I hadn't always taken a daily dose,
Once I was healthy and belonged.
The world was a friend,
And I fit so well within it.
Year by year had gone by,
Belonging became aloof,
Friends became strangers,
Lovers - superficial.
So I swallow my daily dose,
Of loneliness.
Unable to escape doctor day,
Clouded in gray.
Unwillingly taken day to day.
One however, grown accustomed to,
And swallowed with the bile.
I hadn't always taken a daily dose,
Once I was healthy and belonged.
The world was a friend,
And I fit so well within it.
Year by year had gone by,
Belonging became aloof,
Friends became strangers,
Lovers - superficial.
So I swallow my daily dose,
Of loneliness.
Unable to escape doctor day,
Clouded in gray.
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The Talk
Every teen has the talk,
The dreaded parent to child relationship.
Where in their eyes you are so young,
But still ready for "The Talk".
I'm waiting for mine.
When I can sit my mom down,
Pour out my heart,and
Tell her "I Don't Know."
Where me and her can discus,
The strange feelings I've had,
The confusing emotions of lust.
For all genders.
When I can ask her what does this mean!
Am I disgusting to you?
Is it okay?
Or am no longer the angel you deserve?
Can you overcome your biased ideas,...
The dreaded parent to child relationship.
Where in their eyes you are so young,
But still ready for "The Talk".
I'm waiting for mine.
When I can sit my mom down,
Pour out my heart,and
Tell her "I Don't Know."
Where me and her can discus,
The strange feelings I've had,
The confusing emotions of lust.
For all genders.
When I can ask her what does this mean!
Am I disgusting to you?
Is it okay?
Or am no longer the angel you deserve?
Can you overcome your biased ideas,...
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My Toy Chest
Have you ever held the broken toy of a child,
As they beg and plead with snotty noses,
Teary eyes;
Sounding to all the world so brokenhearted.
A laugh bubbles up, and you want to pat their head,
Ruffle the soft hair of that young toddler,
Saying; "Dear... Don't fret, we'll get you a new one."
When you know in your deepest of hearts, that it's not so simple.
That once you to held a broken toy out to a parent,
Begging and pleading for your dearest friend to be fixed!
So you swallow the laugh,
You hunker down, and attempt to glue the...
As they beg and plead with snotty noses,
Teary eyes;
Sounding to all the world so brokenhearted.
A laugh bubbles up, and you want to pat their head,
Ruffle the soft hair of that young toddler,
Saying; "Dear... Don't fret, we'll get you a new one."
When you know in your deepest of hearts, that it's not so simple.
That once you to held a broken toy out to a parent,
Begging and pleading for your dearest friend to be fixed!
So you swallow the laugh,
You hunker down, and attempt to glue the...
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Found on a Starry Night
As we sprawled out on his truck bed,
Swaddled from the country cold;
Counting stars one by one,
Two by two.
Watching blue tails streak by-
I was touched to the soul.
Found my puzzle fitting in.
That in this field of open grass,
High curved skies
That stretched beyond my longing hands,
Someone would sit, and stare,
At this lonely sky with me.
Marvel at its mystery,
Breath in its embrace,
Hold its loneliness,
And blaze like a tiny flame.
As we sprawled out in his truck bed,
Swaddled from the country cold.
With an open...
Swaddled from the country cold;
Counting stars one by one,
Two by two.
Watching blue tails streak by-
I was touched to the soul.
Found my puzzle fitting in.
That in this field of open grass,
High curved skies
That stretched beyond my longing hands,
Someone would sit, and stare,
At this lonely sky with me.
Marvel at its mystery,
Breath in its embrace,
Hold its loneliness,
And blaze like a tiny flame.
As we sprawled out in his truck bed,
Swaddled from the country cold.
With an open...
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My Chosen
What is it about this world that I so long to be in?
I only wish to bask in its open creativity,
Yet I must constrain myself to first learn,
Learn how to wield it like the fabled pen.
So why do I love it?
When I'm not the best of talent,
At time I'm average but unknowing
My memory is gone by the minuet,
And who the heck were my predecessors?
I can't name that term,
Though try as I might
Nor can I tell you out in the open, about
This wonderful world I am holding in my tips.
Sitting here though, in the dimming light,
With a thick...
I only wish to bask in its open creativity,
Yet I must constrain myself to first learn,
Learn how to wield it like the fabled pen.
So why do I love it?
When I'm not the best of talent,
At time I'm average but unknowing
My memory is gone by the minuet,
And who the heck were my predecessors?
I can't name that term,
Though try as I might
Nor can I tell you out in the open, about
This wonderful world I am holding in my tips.
Sitting here though, in the dimming light,
With a thick...
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From a Suicidal Optimistic
If I were to end my life, I can honestly say I see a benefit for myself and others. Selfishly, it is mostly for myself.
Being that child, you know, the one who was always going to do something with their life. College has been heavily aimed for, and being in college, a heavier burden. If I were gone, there would be no worries about tuition, about money for me or my future. It could go elsewhere, to the ever growing bills, to my sister and her children, to my grammy.
As for me, what more would I have to worry? For that is the type of person I am, I worry. I worry about this world, I...
Being that child, you know, the one who was always going to do something with their life. College has been heavily aimed for, and being in college, a heavier burden. If I were gone, there would be no worries about tuition, about money for me or my future. It could go elsewhere, to the ever growing bills, to my sister and her children, to my grammy.
As for me, what more would I have to worry? For that is the type of person I am, I worry. I worry about this world, I...
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Those Days
I know those days,
When time is slow
And the clouds so low,
They kiss my frozen face.
When the sun don't shine,
The stars don't glow.
Your head don't think,
Your heart can't pump,
And your lungs can't breath
In this toxic air.
I know those days.
When the clocks speed up,
The sky is high
All within my grasp.
Thoughts are fast,
All at once.
Point A to B, and G, to Z.
No pace in between.
Laughing all the same.
I know those days.
When time is slow
And the clouds so low,
They kiss my frozen face.
When the sun don't shine,
The stars don't glow.
Your head don't think,
Your heart can't pump,
And your lungs can't breath
In this toxic air.
I know those days.
When the clocks speed up,
The sky is high
All within my grasp.
Thoughts are fast,
All at once.
Point A to B, and G, to Z.
No pace in between.
Laughing all the same.
I know those days.
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Eaitn: The New Earth
In the middle of a large gray city is a large dark building, towering above the small businesses and houses asserting its dominance and importance to our people. That is The Building of New Life, responsible for the continuation of our race and life on Eaitn. Without it, we would be a lost people like those before us who destroyed a once plentiful world with their wars and selfishness creating a large desert of toxic sand and smog with very few areas left with the ability to sustain life, including my little home of Kent.
My partner, Nam, and I were on an important trip too the BNL...
My partner, Nam, and I were on an important trip too the BNL...
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The Silence and The Noise
Is it more terrifying to be lost in the silence,
Or is it more tragic, to be lost among the noise.
How saddening, how pleasing,
When all the turmoil has passed.
The salt upon my lips has dried,
Cuts have faded and so have I.
Out of sight, out of mind,
I've taken in the silence.
All the pain, all the fear, all the rage,
It's gone!
For there is a joy in solitude.
It is accepted.
It is all.
My reality is my mind.
Thoughts that only think,
Refusing only to touch the cage.
Skirting about the topic,
Forced into...
Or is it more tragic, to be lost among the noise.
How saddening, how pleasing,
When all the turmoil has passed.
The salt upon my lips has dried,
Cuts have faded and so have I.
Out of sight, out of mind,
I've taken in the silence.
All the pain, all the fear, all the rage,
It's gone!
For there is a joy in solitude.
It is accepted.
It is all.
My reality is my mind.
Thoughts that only think,
Refusing only to touch the cage.
Skirting about the topic,
Forced into...
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Through the Broken
I chose this place,
I picked the shadows where I fade.
This uncertainty is my own,
This disconnection my fault.
I chose this,
Without discern for myself.
Now I must walk through the broken glass,
Barefoot and helpless.
Slug through with conviction
That I will make it to the other side,
Changed and reborn in blood,
Or simply alive,
And happy to have learned a lesson.
I picked the shadows where I fade.
This uncertainty is my own,
This disconnection my fault.
I chose this,
Without discern for myself.
Now I must walk through the broken glass,
Barefoot and helpless.
Slug through with conviction
That I will make it to the other side,
Changed and reborn in blood,
Or simply alive,
And happy to have learned a lesson.
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Is It That Simple?
Forgotten to the rousing storm,
Spinning round and round.
Lost upon the waves of thought,
Dreams left untamed.
Abandoned to the freezing lose
Of friendly warmth.
All the world seems so large,
Before haunted eyes
Made only larger, oh so vast,
By the constant noise.
Of all who float by me.
Why am I here?
Spinning in my circle,
Desperate for a hand to stop me.
When I cannot stop myself.
Why?
Am I unable to save myself?
Is it as simple as that.
Spinning round and round.
Lost upon the waves of thought,
Dreams left untamed.
Abandoned to the freezing lose
Of friendly warmth.
All the world seems so large,
Before haunted eyes
Made only larger, oh so vast,
By the constant noise.
Of all who float by me.
Why am I here?
Spinning in my circle,
Desperate for a hand to stop me.
When I cannot stop myself.
Why?
Am I unable to save myself?
Is it as simple as that.
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Where is the Beat?
Silent is the solitude of a lonely mind,
Cold is the hand of no one to hold.
Desperate for the thump,
Of another heart.
Love is the kinship,
Between yours and mine.
Cold is the hand of no one to hold.
Desperate for the thump,
Of another heart.
Love is the kinship,
Between yours and mine.
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