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shawnreeder
shawnreeder
A little pain, a little pleasure. If you would like some music to listen to while reading, I made some. Shawnreeder.bandcamp.com
This hopeless existence Made me question persistence. I'm deep in water, And it's only getting hotter. Suddenly, these chains break free. Oh Lord, was it meant to be? No longer bleeding, no longer bound. Who knows what shall be found? Risen from my resting place. Self doubt, soon to be erased.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Migrant Mutation
Our days of youth seemed so fluorescent. The sun mandates we must enjoy the moment. Love that we all have for life tastes so potent. Such eye opening beauty hides that inevitable depressant. A day shall arrive when our dreams wind up abducted By that horrid beast whose only goal is inner death. Those sunny days seem more distant with each breath. My passion for life, and love for others forever corrupted. I live on the north pole; winter just begun.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
The spoils of optimism
I embody those relatable sound waves, The nutrients your body always craves. We're apart, and there's no one to blame. It's our love that couldn't possibly be tamed. In my twisted mind, craving the arms of another. The universe guarantees the feeling of being smothered. Oneself will forever be our most formidable enemy. Stuck with my own comfort, I wither helplessly.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
The Sickness of Being Human
Death in the air, repeated harvest, and ****** is the only the viable volunteer. Our spirits inherit this deep freeze, to migrate to a better year. It is of our nature to **** what we tend to and care for. We are all told this cycle is progress, and to ignore this horrid gore. One soul must be reborn thousands of times to achieve satisfaction. Seedlings of grass are no longer visible, even a thousand mile walk cannot find human interaction. The one and only way to find the light is to burn a thousand souls. I now find myself lusting, out of control; tormenting weakness now my only goal. Let the snowfall begin.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
From Green to Orange
These vibes live, and bleed right through me. No need to speak, your emotive nature speaks what's left unsaid. The leaches pierce what's not seen, merely to watch me bleed. The final goal of these dark enigmas is to make love that's felt, dead. Those who see most beauty, embrace the worst enigmas imaginable. We pay the ultimate price, so that sincere healing can begin. Knowing this, i gladly run to the Gatling gun; cause so many are unable. My dying wish is to see those darkened eyes enlightened with a grin. Embrace your dark enigma.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
For the Sick
For those who cannot stand alone; alone is all you will ever know.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Untitled
Peer deep within my eyes and you'll see all I despise. Inevitable pain between the highs. Love is gone, said my last goodbyes. All I ask is for some company please. My soul is forever in a deep freeze. From me, you took all but this disease. All my dreams float away like a breeze. Your face is forever printed in my mind like brail that is provided for the blind. Passion is everywhere, yet I still can't find myself in this darkness, my soul unrefined.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Brail
Happiness and reflection, Both flow a different direction. The unrealistic expectation of perfection. leaves you with little protection. The loveliest moments in life are reflected. It's the only wound in my brain that I've dissected. My actions drove you away, my madness now manifested. A strong desire to be away from me, the only emotion detected. Giving your body and desires to someone you barely know, I Suspect. All humans can say, fighting daily for happiness requires rare intellect. Emotions flood my organs with panic, we have the same worth as an insect. The daily struggle of optimism is more difficult than learning a new dialect. Free your mind, let those sadistic memories fade. Somehow,forgetting you was the roughest choice I've ever made. Yet, the loveliest moments in life are soon to explode like a grenade. Give your heart to the lord; Over time, blessings will multiply. DO NOT BEG FOR HER, Life is too short for a personal crusade. In this world, the most humble often go insane. God shall stay from day to day. Your eyes stuck in my mind, My eyes wonder, make me blind I am at my brightest when neglected. GOD AND MAN: FOREVER CONNECTED. Don't feel spiteful because of memories never made. When abandoned, stay grateful, for our father's love shall never fade.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
GAF(for those who cannot feel)
Dear father, Everything around us lures that inevitable fog. All this pain soon will dissipate into hatred Though you see me for what I am not,it's obvious How hard I have tried to be the son you've envisioned. Death just might be my last hope.   Ring my neck, hang me by that rope.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Glass half full of ****
What if I told you there was a place. where souls come, go, get lost. For us few,there's just not enough disk space. Even then, we shall continue to Praise. My only hope is a controlled chemical reaction. Neurotransmission is my only way to the celestial. The closer to man, the bigger gravitational interaction. The loneliness of a lost soul is nothing exceptional. We all are on the receiving end of an unanswered prayer. All these questions we do not know, our faith rarely grows. The sweat, blood, and tears of lost men forms a giant layer Over the entire earth; only then we might know. Do these Heavenly deities feel the need to inspire? The world is becoming more and more apathetic. The souls of these sheep no longer have the herdsman to acquire. All places once filled with beauty; ran outa' the need for aesthetics. A species with infinite passion and potential Have been left behind by these loving Saints. Curse our flaws, through gods eyes, we seem inconsequential. The suppression of our souls and emotions have made us faint. God waits to bless all these souls who have become refugees. You cannot live this life waiting to die. DO GREAT THINGS. These expensive chemical reactions forced upon my body & Soul. Lo, even if i do make the right choices, I seemingly never find the King. The almighty likes to play that sick game of hide and seek. On this morning, I cry, and cry more to fill this creek. That is headed directly towards the castle. Gods love is so bright; it cannot ever be used as a crutch. We can all be blinded by the expectation of blessings. Fight, fight, fight because you cannot come out of retirement in life. Soon you shall see greater beauty and emotional bliss Than you could have ever even prayed for. Patience.  It's the spirit of a higher power can make the difference. Seek knowledge about god and all religion is important business. Ask with honesty, and god promised to be there for assistance. We are all sons and daughters of him/her, let's all beat this sickness. This war and never ending hiding is coming to an end. Soon, his flock will return like an old friend. Lucifer, Oh Lucifer, stay back from thee.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Refugee
What if I told you there was a place. where souls come, go, get lost. For us few,there's just not enough disk space. Even then, we shall continue to Praise. My only hope is a controlled chemical reaction. Neurotransmission is my only way to the celestial. The closer to man, the bigger gravitational interaction. The loneliness of a lost soul is nothing exceptional. We all are on the receiving end of an unanswered prayer. All these questions we do not know, our faith rarely grows. The sweat, blood, and tears of lost men forms a giant layer Over the entire earth; only then we might know. Do these Heavenly deities feel the need to inspire? The world is becoming more and more apathetic. The souls of these sheep no longer have the herdsman to acquire. All places once filled with beauty; ran outa' the need for aesthetics. A species with infinite passion and potential Have been left behind by these loving Saints. Curse our flaws, through gods eyes, we seem inconsequential. The suppression of our souls and emotions have made us faint. God waits to bless all these souls who have become refugees. You cannot live this life waiting to die. DO GREAT THINGS. These expensive chemical reactions forced upon my body & Soul. Lo, even if i do make the right choices, I seemingly never find the King. The almighty likes to play that sick game of hide and seek. On this morning, I cry, and cry more to fill this creek. That is headed directly towards the castle. Gods love is so bright; it cannot ever be used as a crutch. We can all be blinded by the expectation of blessings. Fight, fight, fight because you cannot come out of retirement in life. Soon you shall see greater beauty and emotional bliss Than you could have ever even prayed for. Patience.  It's the spirit of a higher power can make the difference. Seek knowledge about god and all religion is important business. Ask with honesty, and god promised to be there for assistance. We are all sons and daughters of him/her, let's all beat this sickness. This war and never ending hiding is coming to an end. Soon, his flock will return like an old friend. Lucifer, Oh Lucifer, stay back from thee.
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