Submissions by mattpiskorowski
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Introduce myself as a poet...? Well, I write from the heart. I write about things that effect my everyday life. I always welcome honest critique, in face I encourage it. I love poetry. Nobody knows I write, it's my little secret:)
SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2014 8:20am
16th Aug 2014 8:20am
Ghost
A soundless voice,
An invisible body.
Living unnoticed is how it seems.
An innocent way,
Another longing day
I fight for my place to stay.
A crave for love,
From anyone.
Why does my dad wish I wasn't his son?
An invisible body.
Living unnoticed is how it seems.
An innocent way,
Another longing day
I fight for my place to stay.
A crave for love,
From anyone.
Why does my dad wish I wasn't his son?
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 9:55pm
13th Aug 2014 9:55pm
I Find Myself
I find myself recently struggling.
Struggling to find my joy.
I find myself recently questioning.
Questioning myself to destroy.
I can't seem to find a way to smile.
But I can certainly indulge in a frown.
I can't seem to find the next mile.
But I can certainly find myself down.
I find myself recently asking.
Asking what's left here?
I find myself recently begging.
Begging happiness near.
I can't seem to find a way to laugh.
Suddenly nothing is funny.
I can't seem to find my other half.
Suddenly it's only crummy.
...
Struggling to find my joy.
I find myself recently questioning.
Questioning myself to destroy.
I can't seem to find a way to smile.
But I can certainly indulge in a frown.
I can't seem to find the next mile.
But I can certainly find myself down.
I find myself recently asking.
Asking what's left here?
I find myself recently begging.
Begging happiness near.
I can't seem to find a way to laugh.
Suddenly nothing is funny.
I can't seem to find my other half.
Suddenly it's only crummy.
...
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 10:14pm
8th Aug 2014 10:14pm
My Dreams
The lights.
The camera.
The action.
The bond of brothers performing as one.
The fame.
The babes.
The pictures.
The family that's formed listening to Twisted Sisters.
The sound.
The pound.
Turn me around.
Looking at the faces of the loyal crowd.
The clothes.
The money.
The drugs.
My God, it doesn't matter if you're ugly fucks!
My dream.
My hopes.
That's all.
A joke.
No way.
To say.
I guess I won't be a rockstar today!
The camera.
The action.
The bond of brothers performing as one.
The fame.
The babes.
The pictures.
The family that's formed listening to Twisted Sisters.
The sound.
The pound.
Turn me around.
Looking at the faces of the loyal crowd.
The clothes.
The money.
The drugs.
My God, it doesn't matter if you're ugly fucks!
My dream.
My hopes.
That's all.
A joke.
No way.
To say.
I guess I won't be a rockstar today!
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 9:34pm
8th Aug 2014 9:34pm
Questions Nobody Asks
Have you ever noticed what the world is today?
The people, places, and things have all changed.
That a young man can't help an old lady with her bags.
She tells him no, and then proceeds to hide her cash.
Have you ever noticed the elderly have come to fear the young?
And that the youth grow ever more dumb?
Have you noticed "NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND"?
Have you noticed no one is willing to free their mind?
When was the last time you saw a child reading a book?
When was the last time a young lady wore a respectable look?
When did it become...
The people, places, and things have all changed.
That a young man can't help an old lady with her bags.
She tells him no, and then proceeds to hide her cash.
Have you ever noticed the elderly have come to fear the young?
And that the youth grow ever more dumb?
Have you noticed "NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND"?
Have you noticed no one is willing to free their mind?
When was the last time you saw a child reading a book?
When was the last time a young lady wore a respectable look?
When did it become...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2014 8:20pm
7th Aug 2014 8:20pm
Tracks
Something so pure covered with stains.
A gift from God left with sinister remains.
Footprints of darkness left behind.
Tracks that stay and haunt the mind.
To wash them off a divine hand is needed.
Divinity doesn't interfere to remind the bleeding.
Scars left to force a memory.
Years later still without any purity.
Tattoos of pain and hurt will stay.
Speaking to the world they say what they say.
Throwing the past out in the open.
Wearing your skin like a theme song slogan.
The tracks of dope are preserved for time.
I've come to accept that...
A gift from God left with sinister remains.
Footprints of darkness left behind.
Tracks that stay and haunt the mind.
To wash them off a divine hand is needed.
Divinity doesn't interfere to remind the bleeding.
Scars left to force a memory.
Years later still without any purity.
Tattoos of pain and hurt will stay.
Speaking to the world they say what they say.
Throwing the past out in the open.
Wearing your skin like a theme song slogan.
The tracks of dope are preserved for time.
I've come to accept that...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2014 8:42pm
6th Aug 2014 8:42pm
Satellite
Staring down at the created world.
Analyzing everyone.
Computing all our sins and wrongdoings.
Wondering why.
Taking photos of all the people.
Watching them through your eye.
Noting all that they do.
And all the prayers up high.
Listening to the commands from below.
What to see, and where to go.
The pleads you hear I can't imagine.
Spreading lies, you lose your traction.
The common word is that you're bad.
Nobody should contain that much power.
They don't understand that you're not human.
Our words and judgement have...
Analyzing everyone.
Computing all our sins and wrongdoings.
Wondering why.
Taking photos of all the people.
Watching them through your eye.
Noting all that they do.
And all the prayers up high.
Listening to the commands from below.
What to see, and where to go.
The pleads you hear I can't imagine.
Spreading lies, you lose your traction.
The common word is that you're bad.
Nobody should contain that much power.
They don't understand that you're not human.
Our words and judgement have...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 8:10pm
2nd Aug 2014 8:10pm
Pleading Prayers
Father forgive me.
Forget my sinful ignorance.
Look past my chosen blindness.
Love me with all my flaws.
I know you showed yourself.
Turned my life completely around.
Showed me the way to live my life.
Yet I still walk blind.
I love you Lord with all my heart.
I don't know why I can't submit.
Thickheaded is how I am.
But you knew that already.
I beg of you to take over my life.
Take control, do what you'd like.
I've had control for far to long.
Look at how far I've come along!
I know you want more for me.
More then this life...
Forget my sinful ignorance.
Look past my chosen blindness.
Love me with all my flaws.
I know you showed yourself.
Turned my life completely around.
Showed me the way to live my life.
Yet I still walk blind.
I love you Lord with all my heart.
I don't know why I can't submit.
Thickheaded is how I am.
But you knew that already.
I beg of you to take over my life.
Take control, do what you'd like.
I've had control for far to long.
Look at how far I've come along!
I know you want more for me.
More then this life...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 7:17pm
2nd Aug 2014 7:17pm
Domination
I struggle with these strangling thoughts....
wondering to myself, has my freedom been bought?
If so, what was it worth?
Can I now afford a hearse?
Have I sold my soul for a fair price?
Does this darkness believe all suffice?
It controls me.
Even when I plea.
I look for options of escape.
I find no answers, another take.
Day after day...
I search, never another way.
It's taken just about everything.
Leaving me nothing but a binge.
Family and friends look on with horror.
Seeing what I see looking in the mirror.
A life...
wondering to myself, has my freedom been bought?
If so, what was it worth?
Can I now afford a hearse?
Have I sold my soul for a fair price?
Does this darkness believe all suffice?
It controls me.
Even when I plea.
I look for options of escape.
I find no answers, another take.
Day after day...
I search, never another way.
It's taken just about everything.
Leaving me nothing but a binge.
Family and friends look on with horror.
Seeing what I see looking in the mirror.
A life...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 11:57pm
16th Jun 2014 11:57pm
Time
It's come to an end.
Done, over, completely spent.
No more reason for this to continue.
All my time spent and I'm through.
This life is not what I wanted.
This place not to be flaunted.
I've accomplished zero in life.
I've accomplished just pure strife.
Time has come to turn the leaf.
Time has come for me to leave.
Time to change people, places, and things.
Time for me to open my wings.
Open these wings and fly away.
Time for me to dawn a new day.
A day where I start over free.
A day where I can find me.
Yes indeed the time has...
Done, over, completely spent.
No more reason for this to continue.
All my time spent and I'm through.
This life is not what I wanted.
This place not to be flaunted.
I've accomplished zero in life.
I've accomplished just pure strife.
Time has come to turn the leaf.
Time has come for me to leave.
Time to change people, places, and things.
Time for me to open my wings.
Open these wings and fly away.
Time for me to dawn a new day.
A day where I start over free.
A day where I can find me.
Yes indeed the time has...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 6:30am
12th Jun 2014 6:30am
Searching for Reasons
I sit here and contemplate suicide.
Clawing for a reason I shouldn't die.
Just a single reason.
A reason to keep breathing.
Something to live for.
A reason not to think this anymore.
I can't seem to find my answer.
It's spreading through me like a cancer.
Family and friends cross my mind.
Can they go on? Put their grief behind?
Do I even have any friends?
The people around, are they pretend?
I know a few in my family would cry.
I know a few would miss me if I died.
Is that enough to keep me going?
Is that enough to keep me floating?...
Clawing for a reason I shouldn't die.
Just a single reason.
A reason to keep breathing.
Something to live for.
A reason not to think this anymore.
I can't seem to find my answer.
It's spreading through me like a cancer.
Family and friends cross my mind.
Can they go on? Put their grief behind?
Do I even have any friends?
The people around, are they pretend?
I know a few in my family would cry.
I know a few would miss me if I died.
Is that enough to keep me going?
Is that enough to keep me floating?...
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