Word Torment and the Charming Zero - poems by Day Old Hate.
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Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | This is a poem called Achluophobia, Nyctophobia. It's funny. A wise man once said, 'There's nothing to fear but fear itself', Yet there are so many names for phobias That I had no idea existed. Sat alone in a darkened room, Nothing but the luminosity of the monitor Keeping objects in their proper perspective. Thinking of how my best moments Happened in the cover of darkness. How my most 'Life Affirming' moments Happened when no-one could Bear witness. In a darkened movie theatre, With thoughts reflecting on the silver screen, The stars playing out a hypnotizing dance; 12 ft tall stars that burned their images into my eyes. A pitch black bedroom, Where the players of my own dinner theatre Danced away to their own rhythms; Memories made and self-enforced inhibitions fell away. The dead of night, Where the beer always tasted better, The air was crisper, Smoky secrets dissipated into the air, And the sky began to melt into pink flesh. I'm fond of the dark. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. |
MyChemicalBlack Salute You in Your Grave Age: - Gender: - Posts: 2351 | It's going to sound weird, but I was imagining it as I read. xD It was written very well, not to mention finishing with a killer ending. Nice job. |
Liek teh lulz! Salute You in Your Grave Age: 102 Gender: - Posts: 4249 | Wow! Nice poem. I loved it! |
Liek teh lulz! Salute You in Your Grave Age: 102 Gender: - Posts: 4249 | Sorry, double post. (I hate our internet connection) |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | Hey, thanks guys! Here's another, called 'The Dying Sparks In My Belief System'. There are many things I don't believe in, like Santa Claus and God. But, my God, I did believe in you. I saw in you the many things I wished I could be. The beauty, smarts, and the class you presented yourself with. Oh, how I wished I could be you. I settled for being with you, because second best is better than last. I learnt. You were no replacement messiah. What was I thinking, you were a broken monster in a perfectly presented package. The angel I saw in you died as soon as you drew the curtains. The shadows rose in you as the sun set into the horizon. Well, thanks buddy. At least I learnt how to put the agony in agnostic. Bless you, Father, you're the one who needs it most. As you stumble down the alter, shed a tear for your soul instead. Save your Hallelujah your Amens, your parish. And I'll stick to the corners, the night and the pariah. Thanks for reading! |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | This poem was from an old class project of mine from about five years ago. I know it's not too great, but I'm proud of it nonetheless, it sums up my everlong search for a companion. Friendship. I don't know where you are, but I sense that you're out there. I don't know your face, but I know it is welcoming. I don't know your name, but that won't stop me searching for you. I don't know you, but I hope I will. I'm not looking for a lover, romancer, or date. I'm not even looking for love. I'm just looking for someone to share my day with. To hang out with until I die. To plot with, and lean on, when the day gets too hard. Someone to laugh with, with tears in our eyes, and our hands on our hearts. We'd have nothing to hide as we look in each other. Searching for answers that we would give so willingly if only we knew what they were. Someone to have deep talks with, when the sun begins to rise out of darkness. Who will always listen, to the irrational thoughts that fall out of my mouth. To hold my hand when I need it most, and a hand to hold when you need it too. To have thrilling adventures with, without even having to do anything. 'Best friend' and 'soul mate' would be empty words to us, because we know whoever thought those names up never felt what we feel. I'm looking. Who are you? Thanks for reading! Comments and criticism welcome. |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | Fallen Comrades. Fallen comrades, I owe a huge apology to you all. The way I saw our time together, The drugs and the booze, The sex and the trauma, It was like we were all passengers In an out of control car. No-one had the wheel And no-one wanted it. We all laughed And fucked around in our Individual dazed ways, We were united by our demons. When the car eventually flipped... I stumbled away. My demon was knocked Straight out of me. I was so wound up in The image of the hell ride We had just taken That I never checked to see if You guys were still okay. The ringing in my ears clouded me Longer than I thought it would. I crawled away through the broken glass, Battered and bruised, Hoping you'd survived, But never actually physically Battled for you. The blood in my eyes Still stings sometimes. Of course, This is all figurative. I hope you all survived. I hope you are all okay. I hope your demons died on that road too. |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | I'm Thankful. I’m thankful. I think about all my faults, My anxieties, My fears, My introverted personality... I think about my life, And everything that has gone ‘wrong’. My fights with friends, Fights with family, Fights with myself And the many vices I have picked up over the years. And I’m thankful. Do you wanna know why? Do you really wanna know? Because I’m alive. I’ve seen many people who don’t live. People who have lost life. People who were too afraid to live. And I’m alive. Okay, so I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, And I don’t ‘party hard’. I’m never the most popular girl in the room. I don’t understand Why people want to get wasted While a good movie is on TV, And you could share it with a friend. I don’t get how Drama and power struggles, Are deemed socially better Than coffee and a good book. But there's more... But hey, You really wanted to know right? I’m thankful because I’m loved. I have a great family, And the best friends I could ever wish for. I am surrounded by so many Supportive forces That I never feel alone. And I don’t get why living in solitude, Is better than a friendly group discussion About what ever bull shit We have in common. Still, there's more. So, You really wanna know Why I’m so thankful? Because I’m not you. I’ll never be you. And I can sleep at night. |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | Mighty Soup. Let me start by saying that I love this girl. She is the sister I was never lucky enough to have, But blessed to have found. When she told me, I guess I didn’t understand the Severity of the situation. The more the thought of it lingered in my head, The more terrified I became. Shit. I need this girl, And right now, She might need me. I’m coming home. I need to get home. Why can’t I get home? The days travel slower than the seconds tick away. I memorized the clock face, The ticking blocked my senses. I need. She might need. She may not, But I’m coming anyway. I had a nightmare. Bones visible through skin, My fingers traced their shapes through cold flesh. Her eyes, Once so bright had dulled into clouded glass. Her make up; Tear stained and cracking on her once youthful face. I can’t bare it. Why am I not home yet? Fuck. I’m proud of her. Not for what she has done, But for admitting to it. For seeking a cure. For confiding in me. I’ll get her though this, Even if it kills me. |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | Rage. I’m mad. I’ll put the rage in the outrage. The anger in the danger. I’m at war. My opposing side doesn’t have tanks. They don’t have guns. They walk the streets outside my door. Marching. I’ll rip out their nicotine filled lungs. Their McDonald’s stuffed stomachs. Their pop-culture spewing tongues. And smile. |
Day Old Hate Thinking Happy Thoughts Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 423 | Chicken. You rattle the bird cage, Then beg the bird to attack. You wave the red flag at the bull, For the sake of getting gored. You cheat death on railway tracks, By diving away just in time. You take all the drugs you can find, And throw them up an hour later. You run the cool blade on your wrists But never press down. You push and push and push, Only to pull back on the brink of falling. You run blindly towards the ends of cliffs, And stumble a step away from the edge. You speed down a one way street in the wrong direction, And peel out the way when the headlights burn your eyes. You dive out of the bath When the radio gets close to the water. You step of the chair, And the slipknot comes undone. I don’t know if it’s a show of bravery, Cowardice, or luck. Bravery will run dry, Cowardice will rob you of your senses. Luck will turn bad in the end. I’ll be seeing you soon. |
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