Submissions by flowersforever
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write to try and help people, but I also understand the need to vent through poetry and do so often.
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
can you tell me who I really am please?
I want to scream and sob
And tear away all that makes me me
But when I try I fall to the floor
And my blood grows thick with envy
The falseness of my sincerity
causes a pounding in my chest
It's so forceful
That sometimes I hope it's deadly
My charlatan tongue turns my saliva to arsenic
So all I can do is spit and gag
While the clock sings tick...tick...
And my rhetoric wears my snake hair thin
And tear away all that makes me me
But when I try I fall to the floor
And my blood grows thick with envy
The falseness of my sincerity
causes a pounding in my chest
It's so forceful
That sometimes I hope it's deadly
My charlatan tongue turns my saliva to arsenic
So all I can do is spit and gag
While the clock sings tick...tick...
And my rhetoric wears my snake hair thin
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 10:21am
8th Jun 2012 10:21am
The Corpse
Compassion drowns in a blackened sea as a near corpse floats away.
Cries of tortured souls reach acute ears from the shore,
but the cadaver hears them no more.
It has no strength left to care,
no energy to bear the weight of their heads on it's shoulders.
Like boulders they crippled it,
adding to the weight of time.
Most angels have fled,
leaving the body to birds,
but the winged lies that remain constantly whisper,
"death is not near. You'll find your way." and drive off the scavengers until the next day.
Cries of tortured souls reach acute ears from the shore,
but the cadaver hears them no more.
It has no strength left to care,
no energy to bear the weight of their heads on it's shoulders.
Like boulders they crippled it,
adding to the weight of time.
Most angels have fled,
leaving the body to birds,
but the winged lies that remain constantly whisper,
"death is not near. You'll find your way." and drive off the scavengers until the next day.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 4:42am
21st Feb 2012 4:42am
Peaceful unrest
Praying for a deep sleep is a common action,
when I realize I am just a mortal man's son.
"Will I ever be more? "Is this all I have?"
These age old questions shake me to the core.
Still I strive,
and thank him for my life,
and when the sleep won't come but the morning does,
I think of what I have done and smile.
Because my blood and bones mean more than headstones,
and when my final moment comes and my last breath follows suit,
I'll whisper to the sky,
"I love you two."
when I realize I am just a mortal man's son.
"Will I ever be more? "Is this all I have?"
These age old questions shake me to the core.
Still I strive,
and thank him for my life,
and when the sleep won't come but the morning does,
I think of what I have done and smile.
Because my blood and bones mean more than headstones,
and when my final moment comes and my last breath follows suit,
I'll whisper to the sky,
"I love you two."
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 10:45pm
31st Jan 2012 10:45pm
My calling
This calling keeps me steadfast,
a belief that I'm a phoenix when there's nothing left.
I was made to make you last,
I was made to make you last!
I will be Your shelter; a catalyst of your happiness,
something to hide behind when you're facing death at the hands of the enemies in your head.
Rebuild me, rebuild me!
I don't know much,
but I know you mean something.
Get back! Let me shield you from damning eyes. I lift you up and spit in their face.
I'm giving everything,
why treat me like I'm nothing?
I let you through my walls,...
a belief that I'm a phoenix when there's nothing left.
I was made to make you last,
I was made to make you last!
I will be Your shelter; a catalyst of your happiness,
something to hide behind when you're facing death at the hands of the enemies in your head.
Rebuild me, rebuild me!
I don't know much,
but I know you mean something.
Get back! Let me shield you from damning eyes. I lift you up and spit in their face.
I'm giving everything,
why treat me like I'm nothing?
I let you through my walls,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2011 6:08am
23rd Jun 2011 6:08am
Watercolor dreams
Tears stain my face,
like watercolor dreams,
mixing and turning,
to the sound of tearing jeans.
Paint stains paper,
but no one seems to see.
The masses just put the art on display.
The product of years of pain and suffering,
I create something of tragic beauty.
but the world doesn't change.
Through the canvas of heartbreak the color seeps,
a flood of passion turned to mud.
I make a masterpiece stroke by stroke, sob by sob.
The lives of the condemned go on just the same,
and leave me without purpose. ...
like watercolor dreams,
mixing and turning,
to the sound of tearing jeans.
Paint stains paper,
but no one seems to see.
The masses just put the art on display.
The product of years of pain and suffering,
I create something of tragic beauty.
but the world doesn't change.
Through the canvas of heartbreak the color seeps,
a flood of passion turned to mud.
I make a masterpiece stroke by stroke, sob by sob.
The lives of the condemned go on just the same,
and leave me without purpose. ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jun 2011 4:39am
9th Jun 2011 4:39am
A real wish for now
The ice in my veins,
does nothing to stop my blood from boiling.
Whenever I see your ugly fucking face,
I want to choke you with your bed sheet.
Don't you see what you're doing to me?
I wish I had the courage,
to show you with a knife I cleaned,
just to get dirty.
I know I would regret it,
and I'd never dream of taking you from a mother who would weap.
I fear for my soul,
so I let you live selfishly.
does nothing to stop my blood from boiling.
Whenever I see your ugly fucking face,
I want to choke you with your bed sheet.
Don't you see what you're doing to me?
I wish I had the courage,
to show you with a knife I cleaned,
just to get dirty.
I know I would regret it,
and I'd never dream of taking you from a mother who would weap.
I fear for my soul,
so I let you live selfishly.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2011 9:05pm
1st Jun 2011 9:05pm
My realization, my question, my life.
Voiceless,
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end.
My fingers shake on a dark stage,
and the beat of the drums drowns me out as I play.
Will I ever truly find my place,
unable to shout over baritone and bass?
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end.
My fingers shake on a dark stage,
and the beat of the drums drowns me out as I play.
Will I ever truly find my place,
unable to shout over baritone and bass?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2011 3:14am
26th May 2011 3:14am
remembering a hero
You walk a road now that no one can see,
with your heart on your sleeve smiling down on me.
You had a zero on your back but you were my hero.
You made me feel like number one.
I just want the chance to tell you what you did for me.
I hope you're happy,
and hopefully when the sorrow goes away and my spirit fades,
you'll drink with me by the gates like i'd always dreamed.
I can't say i'm completely at piece,
but I still hear your words each day.
I repeat "I'm sorry" with each word you speak,
and write you down as a life I could've...
with your heart on your sleeve smiling down on me.
You had a zero on your back but you were my hero.
You made me feel like number one.
I just want the chance to tell you what you did for me.
I hope you're happy,
and hopefully when the sorrow goes away and my spirit fades,
you'll drink with me by the gates like i'd always dreamed.
I can't say i'm completely at piece,
but I still hear your words each day.
I repeat "I'm sorry" with each word you speak,
and write you down as a life I could've...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2011 1:20am
22nd May 2011 1:20am
a fly covered coffin
A clay doll wore a smile that you painted,
then his eyes opened and you retaliated.
You tried to shut them but he overtook you,
and put you in a coffin covered in flies.
Your creation has gone,
fed up with self cremation,
to find a life without you long lost.
A creature you thaught to be so weak,
is actually quite strong.
You soon find,
that it is you who was wrong.
It is you who needs him,
reverse paragon.
then his eyes opened and you retaliated.
You tried to shut them but he overtook you,
and put you in a coffin covered in flies.
Your creation has gone,
fed up with self cremation,
to find a life without you long lost.
A creature you thaught to be so weak,
is actually quite strong.
You soon find,
that it is you who was wrong.
It is you who needs him,
reverse paragon.
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2011 2:24am
20th May 2011 2:24am
not seeing through the cracks
My skin is going pale,
from this lack of light.
Who does a man have to turn to,
if not his friends?
Why do I always have to ask you to fight?
Is this right?
I don't know anymore.
I can't see through the cracks in the dungeon door,
because i'm crying to much.
I'm pleading,
Begging him to let me draw my own blood.
I want him to make it stop,
but then you would clean me up.
I don't want to make you work,
so i'll keep suffering until the end.
from this lack of light.
Who does a man have to turn to,
if not his friends?
Why do I always have to ask you to fight?
Is this right?
I don't know anymore.
I can't see through the cracks in the dungeon door,
because i'm crying to much.
I'm pleading,
Begging him to let me draw my own blood.
I want him to make it stop,
but then you would clean me up.
I don't want to make you work,
so i'll keep suffering until the end.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2011 1:00am
16th May 2011 1:00am
Two blazing stars
Come back,
be who I knew in the womb.
Before we spoke,
You broke me in two.
From one mother,
but two worlds apart.
We were both trapped,
two blazing stars
I was doomed to burn out from th start,
but you had so much energy to give.
I gave you a world of colors,
i'm selfish to want you to come back to this.
This black hole in space that took nine months to make,
tore us apart and created only pain.
I left alone through a dark cave,
while you entered free and toasted with champaign
be who I knew in the womb.
Before we spoke,
You broke me in two.
From one mother,
but two worlds apart.
We were both trapped,
two blazing stars
I was doomed to burn out from th start,
but you had so much energy to give.
I gave you a world of colors,
i'm selfish to want you to come back to this.
This black hole in space that took nine months to make,
tore us apart and created only pain.
I left alone through a dark cave,
while you entered free and toasted with champaign
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th May 2011 9:08pm
7th May 2011 9:08pm
A large weight lifted
We arrived on the same day,
i'm sure you felt alive.
not sure of my fate,
I wanted to die.
You were born full of promise,
no imperfections,
no reason to cry.
Looking at you makes me sick.
I can't help but think of what should have been.
Thanks to you I got so many birthday gifts,
among them unsteady legs and two black eyes.
You have so many reasons to live,
but still you cut me down.
I have so many ill wishes to give you,
like hoping that you drown ever slowly.
I never get comfort,
though I am still sorry....
i'm sure you felt alive.
not sure of my fate,
I wanted to die.
You were born full of promise,
no imperfections,
no reason to cry.
Looking at you makes me sick.
I can't help but think of what should have been.
Thanks to you I got so many birthday gifts,
among them unsteady legs and two black eyes.
You have so many reasons to live,
but still you cut me down.
I have so many ill wishes to give you,
like hoping that you drown ever slowly.
I never get comfort,
though I am still sorry....
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