Zadgan's Writting Corner - Poetry and Short Stories

[samzadgan]

The accident.
Bleak man.
Bleak.

Still reading as well

Bleak is what i do well....

[samzadgan]

Empty Drips


Water drips from a rusty tap
echoing through my head
like the way a sledgehammer
is banged against the wall
the silence that follows
the drip
is like the after shock
it’s more devastating
the initial drip

I pause and wait for the next drip
I count 1, 2, 3, 4...5
-Drip
okay it’s 5
I count again 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...7
-Drip

Damn
I must have counted too fast
I sit here
trying to predict when
the next drip will come

When I think about it
I would have preferred
pure white silence
I’m not afraid of silence
silence is better than this

Silence doesn't ridicule you
or make you feel like
you are worth nothing
yet this interrupted silence
does all that


The drip breaks the silence
but yet the drip has no life
it’s a sound that carries
no meaning or direction
it fools me into thinking
that I’m not alone
but when the silence starts
with the fading echo
you know you are more alone than you thought

The most terrifying thing
is that every drip is timing
the time lost in loneliness
and I, the fool
sit here and try and count the time lost
I guess in my own fucked up way
I’m having fun

[samzadgan]

Spineless Poet

There is enough blackness
to darken hope
for light to do nothing

There is enough evil
to pollute the mind
for goodness to do nothing

There is enough sadness and misery
to depress and kill will
for happiness to do nothing

Yet I sit here
and write a poem

There is enough self pity and laziness
to write poems
for confidence and pride to do nothing

[samzadgan]

The Sober Man

He meets a woman in a bar
a friend of a friend
she's attractive and sitting
by herself
he gathers all his sober strength
and approaches her

They talk, he thinks
“this is going well”
she’s interesting and bubbly
and she is genuinely interested in him

He sips on his light beer
while she swallows gallons of Martini’s

She says things like
“I can’t believe you like that too”
“We share so much in common”
“You’re not like other guys”

Then she starts to say how lonely she is
how hard it is for her to find someone to be with

Meanwhile he thinks
“I can’t believe she likes me”
He feels on top of the world
when they exchange contact details
He doesn't sleep that sober night
thinking of the great night he had
and the fact that someone
actually liked him.

The next day he tries to call her
no answer
he calls again
no answer
he leaves a message
“do you want to go out tonight?”

Later that night he gets a message
“Already been out, I’m really tired”

First he thinks “That Bitch”
He contemplates for days
only to realise at 12:23 am
one week later

She was a happy drunken woman
wanting to spin her tale
and he was a lonely sober man
thinking that he was the one

[samzadgan]

My Endings Begin

The pen scribbles wet ink
onto the dry paper
glossy for a second
but then dying
into the dead surroundings
consumed by its environment
and made the same

A cenotaph to the living
a reminder of what happened
but dissolved now into normality
destiny and reality are all the same
hope and failure blend
to create this altered state
of a common cell
a cohesive system
a translucent being of nothing

You are all fucked
a waste of time
I do not care
if I see any of you again
all my ends are ready to begin
at my hands
all my ends are ready to begin
at my own hands

[t-rey]

Still reading as I get time. Still enjoying the misanthropy.

[samzadgan]

Still reading as I get time. Still enjoying the misanthropy.

"misanthropy" I love that word!

[samzadgan]

Becoming Clearer


I am the igloo 

that you use to seek refuge

I am that goat

that you use to blame


I am not the one that lies,

but I do not speak.



I dwell so deep

that it doesn't occur to a soul
that I exist.



Kill me,

then you will learn to trust me.

the stained blade you hold

echoes what you believe

not to be yours.


The golden orb

reveals your deception.

the opaque glass becomes crystal

and finally you see through.



But your arrival is too late

the great shepherd has lost one sheep

and the shotgun bullet sprayed

but missed the target



Dominate yourself

and you will find within I dwell


Listen and you will see

Listen and you will see

Trust the words
and trust my motives
the pain will stop
and the world will go silent

Give me your ears
and give me your will
listen to me
it will all become clearer

[samzadgan]

here's a question...for the people reading this thread...i was thinking about changing to it "Zadgan's writing corner"...reason being...i thought i could share a couple of short stories and also a couple of short films...which would be posted in parts over a week or something.

would people be interested in that stuff? or should it just be poetry??

[t-rey]

I'd probably be more into that stuff than the poetry. I like reading your poems, but have nothing constructive to add since I don't know shit about poetry.

[samzadgan]

Day in the Life

The beautiful spot that I burn
the cotton filled brain that I yearn

A taste of a cooking apple
with a worm saying hello
an unseen crack in the glass
drains the tea I made
and a wet electrical cable
waits quietly as I approach

A bath tub of dreams sink
through the drain
as the echoing drain sucks
down everything I hold dear
the band-aid covers the wound
but the infection cannot be drawn away

A wound too deep to stitch
a wound that grows maggots
from within
as the grass is cut and the weeds grow
the butterfly dies

I wipe a tear from my eye
and the ray of light from the
fluorescent bulb pierces my
eyes and creates a back door
allowing everything to escape

The sound of coarse skin rubbing
against the wall echoes through
the silent air
as I flip a coin, up and catch it
I flip it again and catch it
what are the odds that I drop the third
I do
too good to be true

I take my glasses off and go to bed
ending another day in the life

[samzadgan]

He Says


He says:
I like to smoke lightning;
I like to eat fire;
I like to drink acid;
I’m bored,
I like to end this waste of time
And move on.

He throws away his knapsack
And marches forward.
The cliff melts away
Taking away his stomach for life.

His fingers snap in half
And his back curls,
All the flags give in to the wind
As they wave goodbye.

A piece of bark falls from the tree;
He picks it up,
But the spider underneath bites him.

He hugs a friend,
But blood rushes down his back.
He stumbles onwards
But has been betrayed by himself.

That damn knapsack finds him,
And he carries on.

I’m bored he says;
I like to smoke lightning he says.

[t-rey]

I like the last two.

I also like to smoke lightning and drink fire. But my wife says I'm a dad and I can't do that sort of thing anymore

[samzadgan]

Angry Hours


Fuck the world and fuck everyone in it.

Why should I do things that
other people want to see?
Why should I say things that
other people want to hear?
Just to fit into
that little group,
I say fuck that!

If I have friends, then so be it
If I don’t have friends
then so be it.
If this is how you meet people
Then fuck that.

A fake laugh here;
A little small chat over there;
Some meaningless compliment;
A smile and giggle to assure
them that the joke was funny.
A fake reality, I say fuck that.

Everyone is an actor;
Everyone has their own character;
Acting in their own little play.
A big fucking stage of actors
With not direction or plot.
Roles with no substance
A fake charade that is their life;
I say fuck that.

And in the end what happens?
You lay there in the coffin,
And all this acting you’ve done
Comes to fruition.

People come past your coffin
And say: “Oh, he was so nice”
“He was a great person”
Well woopty-fucking-doo!
What difference does it make
when it wasn’t you?

You weren’t nice,
You weren’t a great person
You were just a good actor.
I say fuck that!

[samzadgan]

been a while...so here's 2 poems...


Love is leaving


Streets don’t seem the same;
The air doesn’t taste the same;
My walk doesn’t feel the same;
The grass doesn’t smell the same.

The bottomless pit you left behind
I can’t fill it with whatever I find
Whom ever I find can’t ease my mind.

The trust I had in myself
Is non-existent now.
Love is the saddest thing
When it goes away.

It leaves not peacefully
But like a tornado,
It leaves destruction
And memories of what were.

I should be relieved
If not pleased
That you have left;
I should clean all the debris
You have left behind
And start fresh, start a new.
But I cannot, my will has disappeared
An empty shell cannot regain life once more.





Falling


Everything that you say,
Trying to comfort me
Is not going to help;
Is not going to work;
Is not going to snap me
Out of this hole that I have dug.
I’m in too deep; I've had enough
And I’m about to break.

Step by step
I get closer to the edge,
The end draws near;
The floor from beneath my feet
Falls,
Inch by inch
To the point where I cannot stand.
I fall deeper
I wish I could fly.

Just like it was before,
The ground was a distant image
On which I never trod.
You took me by the hand
And removed me from the world,
Took me above the clouds.

Only to drop me,
With no wings, or safety net.
I keep falling;
Can’t grip onto anything,
And nothing to cushion the impact