Submissions by 2school2care (Sinchris)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't claim to be special, I don't clame to be new, I just claim to have an imagination
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 8:27pm
23rd Jun 2013 8:27pm
One Shot, Two Shot, Three Shot, Four
Jesus, Mary, shoot me dead!
Will the fly stop circling, around my head?!
Buzz buzz buzz, that's all I hear!
He's ruining everything, that I hold dear!
Good lord I worry, he gets stuck in my ear...
One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my bedroom door.
How may I get rid, of this god forbidden gnat?
Maybe I'll whack him with a whiffal ball bat!
Bang bang bang, and down goes the dresser,
THIS FLY WILL DIE, before things get any messier.
One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my...
Will the fly stop circling, around my head?!
Buzz buzz buzz, that's all I hear!
He's ruining everything, that I hold dear!
Good lord I worry, he gets stuck in my ear...
One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my bedroom door.
How may I get rid, of this god forbidden gnat?
Maybe I'll whack him with a whiffal ball bat!
Bang bang bang, and down goes the dresser,
THIS FLY WILL DIE, before things get any messier.
One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2012 9:30am
7th Apr 2012 9:30am
For Me
Ican'thelpbuttonotice,
thatmypoemsaren'tverypublic,
they'venoviews,andIknowthis,
it'snotlikeitmakesmesick.
Mylikesarefew,
myfavoritesevenfewer,
Idon'tcarewhatIgottaspew,
togetanotherviewer.
Becausemywritingisforme!
Don'tyousee?
Idon'twritefortobeheard,
that'skindofabsurd!
Iwroteforme,
toexpressmyself,
it'snotagrandprix,
can'taguyshowhimself?
Idon'tcarewhatyouthink,
butifyoulikeit,allthebetter,
ifyoucriticize,Iwon'tevenblink
feelfreetowritealetter.
I'ddedicatethistoaperson,...
thatmypoemsaren'tverypublic,
they'venoviews,andIknowthis,
it'snotlikeitmakesmesick.
Mylikesarefew,
myfavoritesevenfewer,
Idon'tcarewhatIgottaspew,
togetanotherviewer.
Becausemywritingisforme!
Don'tyousee?
Idon'twritefortobeheard,
that'skindofabsurd!
Iwroteforme,
toexpressmyself,
it'snotagrandprix,
can'taguyshowhimself?
Idon'tcarewhatyouthink,
butifyoulikeit,allthebetter,
ifyoucriticize,Iwon'tevenblink
feelfreetowritealetter.
I'ddedicatethistoaperson,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 9:07pm
31st Mar 2012 9:07pm
Walk a Mile
Try walking a mile,
just 1 mile,
inside my shoes,
with your short fuse.
You'd stumble in my footsteps,
fall in the mud, subject to jests.
These shoe's 're to big, you can't fit them,
lummox, sloppy, falling without whim.
You couldn't walk a mile, in my boots,
you'd try, than quit, and call it cahoots.
Since the shoes, seem to make you a lummox,
than I say, I implore, to walk a mile in my socks.
Though you think you may pull it of, quite nicely,
you're still wearing socks that aren't very pricey.
So have fun,...
just 1 mile,
inside my shoes,
with your short fuse.
You'd stumble in my footsteps,
fall in the mud, subject to jests.
These shoe's 're to big, you can't fit them,
lummox, sloppy, falling without whim.
You couldn't walk a mile, in my boots,
you'd try, than quit, and call it cahoots.
Since the shoes, seem to make you a lummox,
than I say, I implore, to walk a mile in my socks.
Though you think you may pull it of, quite nicely,
you're still wearing socks that aren't very pricey.
So have fun,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 5:45pm
31st Mar 2012 5:45pm
Right Now
Someone right now, is dieing of cancer,
who can't think past the last thing that he said to her.
Someone right now, is bleeding out of his insides,
and he's forgetting about all his hopes and lies.
Someone right now, is walking 18 blocks,
because his licence is expired,
he walking down, with no shoes or sock,
to work at a job where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now, has a house with no heat,
though what she's got, she thinks, is an amazing feat.
Someone right now, is passed out on the park bench,
getting kicked in the...
who can't think past the last thing that he said to her.
Someone right now, is bleeding out of his insides,
and he's forgetting about all his hopes and lies.
Someone right now, is walking 18 blocks,
because his licence is expired,
he walking down, with no shoes or sock,
to work at a job where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now, has a house with no heat,
though what she's got, she thinks, is an amazing feat.
Someone right now, is passed out on the park bench,
getting kicked in the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 00:51am
16th Mar 2012 00:51am
Right Now
Someone right now, is dieing of cancer,
who can't think past the last thing that he said to her.
Someone right now, is bleeding out of his insides,
and he's forgetting about all his hopes and lies.
Someone right now, is walking 18 blocks,
because his licence is expired,
he walking down, with no shoes or socks,
to work at a job where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now, has a house with no heat,
though what she's got, she thinks, is an amazing feat.
Because someone right now, is passed out on the park bench,
getting kicked...
who can't think past the last thing that he said to her.
Someone right now, is bleeding out of his insides,
and he's forgetting about all his hopes and lies.
Someone right now, is walking 18 blocks,
because his licence is expired,
he walking down, with no shoes or socks,
to work at a job where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now, has a house with no heat,
though what she's got, she thinks, is an amazing feat.
Because someone right now, is passed out on the park bench,
getting kicked...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 9:40pm
12th Mar 2012 9:40pm
The wonders of a wall
I stare at the wall, naked and bare,
and am surprised, at what I see there.
I see rocket ships, and a clown or two,
and leprechaun with a bottle, and a bad case of floo.
I saw a vine of grapes, and heard a lion growl,
than heard rats scurrying, and even an owl.
Everything turned blue, and I heard a whale screech,
and a menacing shark, who (thankfully) didn't know speech!
I went on an adventure, where I was face to face,
with some strange green alien, from outer space.
I fought and I stabbed, tripped, almost fell,
in the...
and am surprised, at what I see there.
I see rocket ships, and a clown or two,
and leprechaun with a bottle, and a bad case of floo.
I saw a vine of grapes, and heard a lion growl,
than heard rats scurrying, and even an owl.
Everything turned blue, and I heard a whale screech,
and a menacing shark, who (thankfully) didn't know speech!
I went on an adventure, where I was face to face,
with some strange green alien, from outer space.
I fought and I stabbed, tripped, almost fell,
in the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Mar 2012 12:23pm
8th Mar 2012 12:23pm
A Face?
There....
Once was a lad, from the city of Gnome,
everything was small, it was what he called home.
He was out on a stroll,
he thought it was taking it's toll,
cause than, he saw, something scary.
It had to large orbs,
where your eyes, should be.
There was one large hump,
where your nose should be.
Two huge flaps,
where you ears should be.
And a forest of black,
where your hair should be.
He asked his dad, why the pimples formed a maze, he said,
"Well son, that's what passes for a face nowadays."
Once was a lad, from the city of Gnome,
everything was small, it was what he called home.
He was out on a stroll,
he thought it was taking it's toll,
cause than, he saw, something scary.
It had to large orbs,
where your eyes, should be.
There was one large hump,
where your nose should be.
Two huge flaps,
where you ears should be.
And a forest of black,
where your hair should be.
He asked his dad, why the pimples formed a maze, he said,
"Well son, that's what passes for a face nowadays."
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 1:02am
29th Feb 2012 1:02am
Laugh if you may
I stare at the blank page,
and what do I see?
I see a sea of white,
just laughing at me.
No one likes my poems anyway,
so who cares what I say?
I could give up writing right now,
I bet no one would miss me.
Should I give up rhyming?
It's hard to say.
No one likes the words,
but still people call me gay.
I can't help it sometimes,
there's one reason I write,
I just want her to know how I feel,
when my throat gets to tight.
I write when I can't say,
laugh at me if you may,
call me gay,
soft,...
and what do I see?
I see a sea of white,
just laughing at me.
No one likes my poems anyway,
so who cares what I say?
I could give up writing right now,
I bet no one would miss me.
Should I give up rhyming?
It's hard to say.
No one likes the words,
but still people call me gay.
I can't help it sometimes,
there's one reason I write,
I just want her to know how I feel,
when my throat gets to tight.
I write when I can't say,
laugh at me if you may,
call me gay,
soft,...
691 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 11:47am
14th Feb 2012 11:47am
Never Alone
font=Georgia]I'll never ever ever think of leaving you alone,
even if you act weird,
like trying to walk through stone.
I'll be right beside you,
until the ends of the earth,
i'll be right beside you,
there's no need to search.
In the howling tundra,
I'd wrap you in my embrace,
in the lightning and thunder,
our fingers, we'll lace.
And if you so choose to go away,
sadly I will complie,
just know, if you'll ever need me,
I'll be right there at your side.
And while this poem's short,
it's message rings true,...
even if you act weird,
like trying to walk through stone.
I'll be right beside you,
until the ends of the earth,
i'll be right beside you,
there's no need to search.
In the howling tundra,
I'd wrap you in my embrace,
in the lightning and thunder,
our fingers, we'll lace.
And if you so choose to go away,
sadly I will complie,
just know, if you'll ever need me,
I'll be right there at your side.
And while this poem's short,
it's message rings true,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Feb 2012 11:36am
14th Feb 2012 11:36am
The Peasant, and the Maiden
Once upon a time,
in a land far away,
'twas a man with a lime,
and a bail full of hay.
This was all he had,
he was lonely, it's true,
he was always sad,
but oh, what to do?
That's when he looked up,
and what did he saw?
He had to keep his chin up,
for she was pretty and tall.
She seemed perfect, in all ways but one,
like him, she was lonely,
but that could be undone.
So he asked the fair lady,
he asked, "Could you pleasure with me moment?".
She said,"Of course,
here, you can even take...
in a land far away,
'twas a man with a lime,
and a bail full of hay.
This was all he had,
he was lonely, it's true,
he was always sad,
but oh, what to do?
That's when he looked up,
and what did he saw?
He had to keep his chin up,
for she was pretty and tall.
She seemed perfect, in all ways but one,
like him, she was lonely,
but that could be undone.
So he asked the fair lady,
he asked, "Could you pleasure with me moment?".
She said,"Of course,
here, you can even take...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Feb 2012 2:53am
14th Feb 2012 2:53am
Easily Cheating Death
There once was a man, with many wiles,
who walked and walked, a thousand miles.
He walked 'til he was sore,
to death's rotting door,
until he made, an interesting revelation.
He wasn't ready for death,
so out his sword sheath,
he drew a small dagger,
and than began to stagger.
He was going to fight death,
with nothing, but a small blade,
but there's really nothing to lose,
his life was already made.
So he came upon death's throne,
and what have you known?
For death, was but a mouse, ...
who walked and walked, a thousand miles.
He walked 'til he was sore,
to death's rotting door,
until he made, an interesting revelation.
He wasn't ready for death,
so out his sword sheath,
he drew a small dagger,
and than began to stagger.
He was going to fight death,
with nothing, but a small blade,
but there's really nothing to lose,
his life was already made.
So he came upon death's throne,
and what have you known?
For death, was but a mouse, ...
899 reads
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