Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
since before I can remember, I have been writing the thoughts that only a pen and paper want to say....... I am quiet, reserved, very particular and observant. I am a Scorpio.
FUTURE
It doesn't matter what you say.
A year has gone by anyway.
I was patient as best I could.
I hoped by now you'd have understood.
You should have told her to let go-
last year, last month, last week, but no.
You use the children as a cause-
her child as the one yours lost.
It festers inside, more so today
The anger I have to hide away.
You realize after that what you do is wrong
but it doesn't stop you from going along.
I'm lucky for someone to help me think
I don't know how much I can take
When the future holds the worry...
A year has gone by anyway.
I was patient as best I could.
I hoped by now you'd have understood.
You should have told her to let go-
last year, last month, last week, but no.
You use the children as a cause-
her child as the one yours lost.
It festers inside, more so today
The anger I have to hide away.
You realize after that what you do is wrong
but it doesn't stop you from going along.
I'm lucky for someone to help me think
I don't know how much I can take
When the future holds the worry...
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Just Dies
Often it's a shadow I accuse of taunting me,
following me around like my worst anxiety.
I want to blame you for it but I always am defeated.
because I know I could just go but instead I choose to need it.
As dismal as my life feels now
I struggle with myself for how...
to find the reason to greet each day
in any kind of upbeat way.
I thought I could find comfort from you,
but I cant teach you what you should do.
I cant teach me to be happy inside
as I imagine where you are tonight.
You sneak around. I am aware. ...
following me around like my worst anxiety.
I want to blame you for it but I always am defeated.
because I know I could just go but instead I choose to need it.
As dismal as my life feels now
I struggle with myself for how...
to find the reason to greet each day
in any kind of upbeat way.
I thought I could find comfort from you,
but I cant teach you what you should do.
I cant teach me to be happy inside
as I imagine where you are tonight.
You sneak around. I am aware. ...
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Thoughts
Confine your thoughts
into that certain space,
that's a little too small,
and makes you sweat.
Confine your anger,
and your frowns,
and your gripes,
to: sudden death by lethal rejection.
Because your space is small by design,
only positive thinking will gladly be
accepted.
We do know,
you'll slip up sometimes,
but, nobody's perfect ,
as hard as we try.
Just let it go , and learn to move on,
and all of your thoughts will get along.
into that certain space,
that's a little too small,
and makes you sweat.
Confine your anger,
and your frowns,
and your gripes,
to: sudden death by lethal rejection.
Because your space is small by design,
only positive thinking will gladly be
accepted.
We do know,
you'll slip up sometimes,
but, nobody's perfect ,
as hard as we try.
Just let it go , and learn to move on,
and all of your thoughts will get along.
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DEPRESSION
FOLDED INTO LITTLE SQUARES
AND TIED INTO LITTLE TINY KNOTS,
SQUEEZED UNTIL NO AIR COMES OUT,
ERASED FROM ANYBODY'S THOUGHTS.
HEAVIER THAN THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD,
UGLIER THAN DECADES OF SLAUGHTERED MEN,
UNCONTAINABLE BY SCIENTISTS OR FOOLS,
SCOURING THE LIFE FROM PRESENT THOUGHTS IN THE HEAD....
THIS IS DEPRESSION.
AND TIED INTO LITTLE TINY KNOTS,
SQUEEZED UNTIL NO AIR COMES OUT,
ERASED FROM ANYBODY'S THOUGHTS.
HEAVIER THAN THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD,
UGLIER THAN DECADES OF SLAUGHTERED MEN,
UNCONTAINABLE BY SCIENTISTS OR FOOLS,
SCOURING THE LIFE FROM PRESENT THOUGHTS IN THE HEAD....
THIS IS DEPRESSION.
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DREAMS
FIT YOUR DREAMS INTO A GLOVE.
THEY MAY BE GONE WHEN YOU GROW UP.
WHEN INNOCENT IDEAS TURN INTO DECEPTIVE INTENTIONS,
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT A CHILD ANYMORE.
THE ADULT WHO CHOOSES TO TAKES ONES LIFE
MIGHT KNOW THE MAN THAT USED TO LIVE INSIDE
HIS MIND.
AGING DOES NOT SERVE US RIGHT.
WE REFLECT ON YOUTH TIME AFTER TIME.
HAPPINESS IS UNDEFINED.
WE WORK, WE REST, OUR THOUGHTS COLLIDE.
THE DREAMS WE HAD, OFTEN SUBSIDE, WITH TIME...
AND THE WAVES WASH THEM AWAY.
THEY MAY BE GONE WHEN YOU GROW UP.
WHEN INNOCENT IDEAS TURN INTO DECEPTIVE INTENTIONS,
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT A CHILD ANYMORE.
THE ADULT WHO CHOOSES TO TAKES ONES LIFE
MIGHT KNOW THE MAN THAT USED TO LIVE INSIDE
HIS MIND.
AGING DOES NOT SERVE US RIGHT.
WE REFLECT ON YOUTH TIME AFTER TIME.
HAPPINESS IS UNDEFINED.
WE WORK, WE REST, OUR THOUGHTS COLLIDE.
THE DREAMS WE HAD, OFTEN SUBSIDE, WITH TIME...
AND THE WAVES WASH THEM AWAY.
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TRAIN
( ABOUT THE IN-LAWS I ONCE HAD )
I AM IN FRONT OF A ROLLING TRAIN
ITS COLD, ITS HOT, ITS ANYTHING.
YOU SHINE THROUGH LIKE TRANSPARENT SUN-
STRAIGHT IN THE EYES-
JUDGE OF MY LIFE...
TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW
IS, PUSHY AND MISTAKEN.
THE PIECES SCATTERED, THE TRUTH IN TOW,
JUST THE WAY YOU SHAPE THEM....
CLOSER COMES THE TRAIN.
I AM IN FRONT OF A ROLLING TRAIN
ITS COLD, ITS HOT, ITS ANYTHING.
YOU SHINE THROUGH LIKE TRANSPARENT SUN-
STRAIGHT IN THE EYES-
JUDGE OF MY LIFE...
TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW
IS, PUSHY AND MISTAKEN.
THE PIECES SCATTERED, THE TRUTH IN TOW,
JUST THE WAY YOU SHAPE THEM....
CLOSER COMES THE TRAIN.
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ACTION
A LIFESPAN SHORTENS LIKE A MINI - DRESS
WHEN ALL YOU DO IS ACT OUT STRESS,
THEN SPILL THAT ACTION LIKE A DARK, RED WINE,
ALL OVER EVERYONE'S GOOD TIME.
WHEN ALL YOU DO IS ACT OUT STRESS,
THEN SPILL THAT ACTION LIKE A DARK, RED WINE,
ALL OVER EVERYONE'S GOOD TIME.
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MEANT FOR ME
Engaged in an argument that is silent in my head,
I know the way to go but I want to stay instead.
Rather than move towards what I know is certain peace,
I hang on to a hope that I can change these faltered things.
I hang on to a hope that I can erase her from your mind.
At times barely I cope with the things you say sometimes.
We both know when you don't act right.
You never see what it does inside.
I could tell you what it could be like,
if there weren't things that you always hide.
As long as there is the existence of...
I know the way to go but I want to stay instead.
Rather than move towards what I know is certain peace,
I hang on to a hope that I can change these faltered things.
I hang on to a hope that I can erase her from your mind.
At times barely I cope with the things you say sometimes.
We both know when you don't act right.
You never see what it does inside.
I could tell you what it could be like,
if there weren't things that you always hide.
As long as there is the existence of...
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MISTER RIGHT
Over one tall glass of sweetened tea
he began to offer some to me..
"No thank you"
I couldn't decide.
Panic is all I felt inside.
Do I ignore him for one more day?
think-
Do I finally pause this once ,
ok-
Wondering what it is that he'll say ,
after he asks to know my name.
I've had dreams of this man in my life.
It's always been the wrong day, the wrong time..
It's always been an emotional roller-coaster ride.
I am the magnet for Mister Wrong.
a substitute voice-in for a radio mic.
When good men are...
he began to offer some to me..
"No thank you"
I couldn't decide.
Panic is all I felt inside.
Do I ignore him for one more day?
think-
Do I finally pause this once ,
ok-
Wondering what it is that he'll say ,
after he asks to know my name.
I've had dreams of this man in my life.
It's always been the wrong day, the wrong time..
It's always been an emotional roller-coaster ride.
I am the magnet for Mister Wrong.
a substitute voice-in for a radio mic.
When good men are...
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NOW
Faded into a memory
is the way your thoughts of her should be.
The trouble your having with getting it right
is based on an illusion you keep inside.
I don't know how many times Ive told you
words of logic that you will not hear.
My voice still silent , you don't deserve me.
Soon enough it should all come clear.
The wind can blow in any direction
when you sit on a fence waiting for someone to decide.
Even if I am not your ideal selection
I will make sure she isn't part of your life.
If you just opened your eyes
you would see...
is the way your thoughts of her should be.
The trouble your having with getting it right
is based on an illusion you keep inside.
I don't know how many times Ive told you
words of logic that you will not hear.
My voice still silent , you don't deserve me.
Soon enough it should all come clear.
The wind can blow in any direction
when you sit on a fence waiting for someone to decide.
Even if I am not your ideal selection
I will make sure she isn't part of your life.
If you just opened your eyes
you would see...
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HE
Behind a fence in the shadows I stand and wait
to see if your conscience is real or fake.
Scared,as emotion has taken its toll,
after so much practice I have total control....
of myself.
And you?
So opposite and behind,
you pretend to be smart yet so utterly blind.
What has failed to penetrate to stick in your head
you use as defense at arguments said.
What a lazy example
of what never to do.
I overestimated the capabilities in you.
When I speak my mind
you become lost in the sea,
drowning from truth and drifting free.
No one can...
to see if your conscience is real or fake.
Scared,as emotion has taken its toll,
after so much practice I have total control....
of myself.
And you?
So opposite and behind,
you pretend to be smart yet so utterly blind.
What has failed to penetrate to stick in your head
you use as defense at arguments said.
What a lazy example
of what never to do.
I overestimated the capabilities in you.
When I speak my mind
you become lost in the sea,
drowning from truth and drifting free.
No one can...
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DRIVE YOU NUTS
Let me sit you down and start talking about your future.
But first, lets not forget, the reason you were brought here.
Now we know you have no money,
no job,
no car.
How will you earn what you need to live?
How did you get this far?
You must be good at several things.
But you wont use that yet.
Because I must make sure my bullshit
stays up in your head.
After several weeks of living somewhere new,
the ideas I speak of are clearly, wasted words to you.
Let me manipulate-
the truth,
the hope,
the doubt,
all in...
But first, lets not forget, the reason you were brought here.
Now we know you have no money,
no job,
no car.
How will you earn what you need to live?
How did you get this far?
You must be good at several things.
But you wont use that yet.
Because I must make sure my bullshit
stays up in your head.
After several weeks of living somewhere new,
the ideas I speak of are clearly, wasted words to you.
Let me manipulate-
the truth,
the hope,
the doubt,
all in...
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