Submissions by fake_reality
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
what you won't see coming
comment dam you i'm trying to be a bit lighter not so dark and heavy
time for my ritual every day at the time opposite the moon's high point
noon
well over 21 with a 0
it must be prepared over heat that burns
it shall be done
i find this a bit fun
truly
now i select my flavor
i love doing myself a favor
i find it good for the soul
to drowned myself in life's simple pleasures
now my sweet nectar must be added
a cup i find appropriate
and boiling i know it to be ready
my high point of the day
nothing makes for a leisurely day...
time for my ritual every day at the time opposite the moon's high point
noon
well over 21 with a 0
it must be prepared over heat that burns
it shall be done
i find this a bit fun
truly
now i select my flavor
i love doing myself a favor
i find it good for the soul
to drowned myself in life's simple pleasures
now my sweet nectar must be added
a cup i find appropriate
and boiling i know it to be ready
my high point of the day
nothing makes for a leisurely day...
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chills
read as if the day is normal
library
there why?
forget
people bustling around
normalcy
the voice the tones
thought it real
long for your sweetness
kindness friend sister trusted
chills went up
we aren't speakable
could you lay your pride down your anger
is it so
turning head
knew it wrong before sight
you...
in moments
saw though
knew it to good to be true
make something beautiful with mind
normal
but this was not willed
works of a demented lonely cold loveless soul
lost undeniably...
library
there why?
forget
people bustling around
normalcy
the voice the tones
thought it real
long for your sweetness
kindness friend sister trusted
chills went up
we aren't speakable
could you lay your pride down your anger
is it so
turning head
knew it wrong before sight
you...
in moments
saw though
knew it to good to be true
make something beautiful with mind
normal
but this was not willed
works of a demented lonely cold loveless soul
lost undeniably...
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the most valuable variable
how is it
time controls so much
to such lives are based around it
clocks charts phones all tell us when to be
you can't see it though
you can't touch it
your soul isn't based on time
yet every physical aspect is controlled by it
a little time means an accident or a normal day
love or hate
a burnt down house or a burnt toaster
and i just spent it to write this
the most valuable variable
the title came after i think its cool
time controls so much
to such lives are based around it
clocks charts phones all tell us when to be
you can't see it though
you can't touch it
your soul isn't based on time
yet every physical aspect is controlled by it
a little time means an accident or a normal day
love or hate
a burnt down house or a burnt toaster
and i just spent it to write this
the most valuable variable
the title came after i think its cool
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a common day
number run though my mind like water drops in rain
36 25 31 3 8 61 94 13 48
just running never annoys never hurts
then the burning sights
memories how i miss seeing
just look at someone like there not there see right though them
i liked what i saw i trusted
its so stupid in my logical sight
why care about others why empathy why love why feel pain anger makes more since
every-time eyes close i see her when i open them that image her face that smile
i trusted and love still flows to her but why how does my nature know bonds
then the urges every...
36 25 31 3 8 61 94 13 48
just running never annoys never hurts
then the burning sights
memories how i miss seeing
just look at someone like there not there see right though them
i liked what i saw i trusted
its so stupid in my logical sight
why care about others why empathy why love why feel pain anger makes more since
every-time eyes close i see her when i open them that image her face that smile
i trusted and love still flows to her but why how does my nature know bonds
then the urges every...
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the other
time has past like water
my emotional memory like a painting in watercolor that was rained on
i have lost touch with reality
but this has been my best protection
i used to wish away my hallucinations
now i wish for pleasant ones
we talk or really i talk to myself
i am safer in peaces one must see
Alexa my first love i miss her so but she is gone now
i don't know if it be by defense mechanism or my angel's word that i believe i will love again
i question what they'd be like
and in my thoughts i see myself my flaws
i believe it'd be a her
know...
my emotional memory like a painting in watercolor that was rained on
i have lost touch with reality
but this has been my best protection
i used to wish away my hallucinations
now i wish for pleasant ones
we talk or really i talk to myself
i am safer in peaces one must see
Alexa my first love i miss her so but she is gone now
i don't know if it be by defense mechanism or my angel's word that i believe i will love again
i question what they'd be like
and in my thoughts i see myself my flaws
i believe it'd be a her
know...
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words of wisdom june 12th 2012
common since is not so common
ask not what you want not know
before you speak to one in anger with anger think about the fact you just let anger win make an enemy and make another wrong in the world
all in pain are blind by their pain only to see pain in there path ahead
life beith (or be) not for the goal, near any can achieve money sex power respect but its what you can handle and live with to get there, many poor are rich in family many rich are poor only covering up that they have nonm, love trust loyalty friendship health can't be bought or so easily...
ask not what you want not know
before you speak to one in anger with anger think about the fact you just let anger win make an enemy and make another wrong in the world
all in pain are blind by their pain only to see pain in there path ahead
life beith (or be) not for the goal, near any can achieve money sex power respect but its what you can handle and live with to get there, many poor are rich in family many rich are poor only covering up that they have nonm, love trust loyalty friendship health can't be bought or so easily...
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madness
i'd like your comments to my questions/raves
-how does one know when there lid is flipped
-is it the day you here voices of your mind sights smells that you know aren't real
-the day i walk to the kitchen to see terrible visions of my own emanation rolling down the mountain in the ice box being crushed to death burning your hands to little bits on the stove
-i believe it to be not
-but the day blood was drank from my vanes and i felt something dark grow, power, near godly i felt
-when i was hurt and i liked the pain i craved it
- maybe the anger to take...
-how does one know when there lid is flipped
-is it the day you here voices of your mind sights smells that you know aren't real
-the day i walk to the kitchen to see terrible visions of my own emanation rolling down the mountain in the ice box being crushed to death burning your hands to little bits on the stove
-i believe it to be not
-but the day blood was drank from my vanes and i felt something dark grow, power, near godly i felt
-when i was hurt and i liked the pain i craved it
- maybe the anger to take...
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my story
I have a mother who loves me
A grandfather who cares
An angel somewhere
But all I feel is cold pain
Only feel something else when I cut
I live behind a mask
Drowned in my past
I believe in little besides death and suffering
I believed in a father who would become a dad
I believed Alexa was everything and when she’d said it’d be forever it would
I believed Tala was a sister beautiful person and there was a better world
Now my dad is my problem full of hate
My everything is not mine and gone
My sister a trader who I know not how I still love...
A grandfather who cares
An angel somewhere
But all I feel is cold pain
Only feel something else when I cut
I live behind a mask
Drowned in my past
I believe in little besides death and suffering
I believed in a father who would become a dad
I believed Alexa was everything and when she’d said it’d be forever it would
I believed Tala was a sister beautiful person and there was a better world
Now my dad is my problem full of hate
My everything is not mine and gone
My sister a trader who I know not how I still love...
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