Submissions by diaboluslingua
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 10:27pm
14th Jul 2014 10:27pm
I am Poison
I can’t be sad.
Sadness is self-pity.
How can I be sad while those around me struggle to live?
I can’t have a bad day.
It’s weakness and self-indulgence.
I can’t falter when it’s my job to keep people happy,
To learn to stuff my problems away so I can shoulder other people’s.
No tears.
No cuts.
No feelings.
I must be the pure water to wash away others’ pains.
But every day I am less and less clean.
Every day there is something new to dirty the water.
Too many secrets are cracking my skin.
I have stopped being able to heal. ...
Sadness is self-pity.
How can I be sad while those around me struggle to live?
I can’t have a bad day.
It’s weakness and self-indulgence.
I can’t falter when it’s my job to keep people happy,
To learn to stuff my problems away so I can shoulder other people’s.
No tears.
No cuts.
No feelings.
I must be the pure water to wash away others’ pains.
But every day I am less and less clean.
Every day there is something new to dirty the water.
Too many secrets are cracking my skin.
I have stopped being able to heal. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 00:16am
10th Oct 2013 00:16am
Quiz Taker
Quiz taker:
Are you at it again?
Another quiz to tell you who you are?
To tell you who you’ll love?
What you should do?
Trying to fill the holes
In your existence with
Empty, generic,
Answers, building a road map
To guide you through a world
That you’re not really a part of.
Can’t you think for your own?
So hollow,
Like an empty jar:
“Insert hopes and dreams here.”
“Insert thoughts and feelings here.”
“Insert”
“Insert”
Isn’t it tight in there?
Can’t you fit anymore?
It’s too bad.
Finally your jar will break,...
Are you at it again?
Another quiz to tell you who you are?
To tell you who you’ll love?
What you should do?
Trying to fill the holes
In your existence with
Empty, generic,
Answers, building a road map
To guide you through a world
That you’re not really a part of.
Can’t you think for your own?
So hollow,
Like an empty jar:
“Insert hopes and dreams here.”
“Insert thoughts and feelings here.”
“Insert”
“Insert”
Isn’t it tight in there?
Can’t you fit anymore?
It’s too bad.
Finally your jar will break,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2013 5:23pm
27th Aug 2013 5:23pm
My Candle for the Inmates
In church one day, after the services had ended,
I saw her, keeling on the bench
In front of one of the big candles, that they’ll let you light
For five dollars apiece.
She was holding one of the lighters in her hand,
Touching the burning end to a candlewick.
When it was lit, she just watched it,
Her lips moving in silence.
I watched her, too, for a while,
Like she watched the flame.
That’s when I realized I knew her:
Science class, second desk in,
On the third row to the left, by the window.
She was the one who always ...
I saw her, keeling on the bench
In front of one of the big candles, that they’ll let you light
For five dollars apiece.
She was holding one of the lighters in her hand,
Touching the burning end to a candlewick.
When it was lit, she just watched it,
Her lips moving in silence.
I watched her, too, for a while,
Like she watched the flame.
That’s when I realized I knew her:
Science class, second desk in,
On the third row to the left, by the window.
She was the one who always ...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2013 3:55pm
27th Aug 2013 3:55pm
Bruise like a Rose, Pain is Love
Although I shouldn’t, I love it when you tell me how insignificant I am.
I know you can’t imagine that I might love you, because my love song is one sung from a trash heap.
But when it’s all said and done, my tainted hand will still be waiting to help you up if you fall from your tower.
I know you can’t imagine that I might love you, because my love song is one sung from a trash heap.
But when it’s all said and done, my tainted hand will still be waiting to help you up if you fall from your tower.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 5:20pm
21st Jul 2013 5:20pm
Selfish
"What do you hate the most?"
For the longest time,
My answer was
"Myself,"
Until someone slapped me across the face
And told me how selfish I was being,
To think that I
Was the worst thing
In this world.
For the longest time,
My answer was
"Myself,"
Until someone slapped me across the face
And told me how selfish I was being,
To think that I
Was the worst thing
In this world.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 4:24pm
21st Jul 2013 4:24pm
Old Sins
The sins have almost
All rubbed off,
Replaced with the dirt and grime
Of hard time's waiting,
When the only solace was in
Mindless ignorance, and
Empty sympathies.
The mirrored glass of my soul
Was cracked, but the
Pieces have begun to come
Together, joined by spider-web friendships
That break apart when I breathe
Too deeply.
I can no longer see my inner
Demons' reflection: the glass
Is too stained with
Filth, and streaked with raindrop-
Morbid-ecstasy.
my affiliations have been lost
In my affections,...
All rubbed off,
Replaced with the dirt and grime
Of hard time's waiting,
When the only solace was in
Mindless ignorance, and
Empty sympathies.
The mirrored glass of my soul
Was cracked, but the
Pieces have begun to come
Together, joined by spider-web friendships
That break apart when I breathe
Too deeply.
I can no longer see my inner
Demons' reflection: the glass
Is too stained with
Filth, and streaked with raindrop-
Morbid-ecstasy.
my affiliations have been lost
In my affections,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 7:09pm
20th Jul 2013 7:09pm
Ice
A cold brush on the back of my neck.
I shiver against the
Chill of your absence.
I chose to walk the path of ice,
Leaving you behind,
To walk the summer lane
All on your own.
The twin buds of our love:
Yours flowered
As mine froze.
I turn the clock's hands
Quickly, with a single finger,
While you bind them with chains,
Desperate to remain in a
Love-sick moment in which I can
No longer survive.
So I leave you behind.
I shiver against the
Chill of your absence.
I chose to walk the path of ice,
Leaving you behind,
To walk the summer lane
All on your own.
The twin buds of our love:
Yours flowered
As mine froze.
I turn the clock's hands
Quickly, with a single finger,
While you bind them with chains,
Desperate to remain in a
Love-sick moment in which I can
No longer survive.
So I leave you behind.
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 7:03pm
20th Jul 2013 7:03pm
Holographic Fantasy
Leaves caught in the wind conceal me,
A transparent queen
Wearing a crown of thorns.
Alone in the darkness
The moonlight melts,
And flows through my river of sorrows.
Spiders catch the stars in webs,
Drinking the light until none is left--
A shadow to all the world,
Ruling a kingdom of
Sighs and dreams.
Flying with broken wings,
So empty that the air can's feel a difference.
One breeze and I'm carried away.
On to another dream--
Another holographic fantasy.
The hourglass's sand flows backwards....
A transparent queen
Wearing a crown of thorns.
Alone in the darkness
The moonlight melts,
And flows through my river of sorrows.
Spiders catch the stars in webs,
Drinking the light until none is left--
A shadow to all the world,
Ruling a kingdom of
Sighs and dreams.
Flying with broken wings,
So empty that the air can's feel a difference.
One breeze and I'm carried away.
On to another dream--
Another holographic fantasy.
The hourglass's sand flows backwards....
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 3:46pm
14th Jul 2013 3:46pm
Trivial Love
I haven't seen the sun in days.
But that's alright, I've
Learned to live with the dark,
To love the black void
In which I wait for you.
I watch as other people's dreams
Float by in the river of
Night.
They lose them and drown
In nightmares,
But I stay afloat
On the raft of our absent
Love.
Your voice echoes down the halls
Of my mind,
Cold and too
Quiet to hear.
You haven't spoken in so long,
That I have forgotten the
Sound of your voice,
The language of your love is
Among the...
But that's alright, I've
Learned to live with the dark,
To love the black void
In which I wait for you.
I watch as other people's dreams
Float by in the river of
Night.
They lose them and drown
In nightmares,
But I stay afloat
On the raft of our absent
Love.
Your voice echoes down the halls
Of my mind,
Cold and too
Quiet to hear.
You haven't spoken in so long,
That I have forgotten the
Sound of your voice,
The language of your love is
Among the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 11:48pm
13th Jul 2013 11:48pm
Searing Rain
Stuck in an endless cage,
Hands against the walls.
Rain falls around me.
I wonder what it feels like to cry.
The rose that bloomed
So long ago
Is dead now,
Its petals rest in the dirt
With my hope and love.
Life happens around me.
I'm a rock in the stream of time.
Fingers of reality brush me,
But I'm afraid to grab hold.
Afraid I'll break in the
Crushing waves of emotion.
Hiding in my forced world,
I built the cage to keep
Myself out,
But know I'm trapped inside.
The key dangles on a spider's thread.
I fear that...
Hands against the walls.
Rain falls around me.
I wonder what it feels like to cry.
The rose that bloomed
So long ago
Is dead now,
Its petals rest in the dirt
With my hope and love.
Life happens around me.
I'm a rock in the stream of time.
Fingers of reality brush me,
But I'm afraid to grab hold.
Afraid I'll break in the
Crushing waves of emotion.
Hiding in my forced world,
I built the cage to keep
Myself out,
But know I'm trapped inside.
The key dangles on a spider's thread.
I fear that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 11:30am
8th Jun 2013 11:30am
Why I Write
Though I come, walking,
Slowly to you,
I want to run.
You are Poison in the eyes
Of the Others,
But damn them all.
They have never thought on their own.
They are still children clinging
To mother’s legs,
Eyes reflecting only the world
Their physical form is tied to.
Only reflecting what they
Have been taught.
But I,
I see past the blinds
Put on our eyes.
I have torn away the ribbons
They bound me with.
I am free.
Is insanity bad,
If you see
What you want to see?
So I go to you,
Because you are my True...
Slowly to you,
I want to run.
You are Poison in the eyes
Of the Others,
But damn them all.
They have never thought on their own.
They are still children clinging
To mother’s legs,
Eyes reflecting only the world
Their physical form is tied to.
Only reflecting what they
Have been taught.
But I,
I see past the blinds
Put on our eyes.
I have torn away the ribbons
They bound me with.
I am free.
Is insanity bad,
If you see
What you want to see?
So I go to you,
Because you are my True...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 11:36pm
7th Jun 2013 11:36pm
Hope's Grave
This rock beneath my fingers.
They tell me it’s just a simple stone,
Weathered down
Along one edge,
Chipped and sharp on one plane.
They tell me there’s a thousand like it.
But they lie.
This is not a rock.
It is a piece of life,
A piece of hope,
That holds my memories.
I have left all my love
Inside its stone walls.
To lose it
Would be to lose
My own life,
And the last bit of Hope,
This piece of her granite headboard
That I pried away
With bloodied,
Tear-stained
Fingers.
They tell me it’s just a simple stone,
Weathered down
Along one edge,
Chipped and sharp on one plane.
They tell me there’s a thousand like it.
But they lie.
This is not a rock.
It is a piece of life,
A piece of hope,
That holds my memories.
I have left all my love
Inside its stone walls.
To lose it
Would be to lose
My own life,
And the last bit of Hope,
This piece of her granite headboard
That I pried away
With bloodied,
Tear-stained
Fingers.
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