Submissions by 64Arts
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"we all have scars. on the inside and outside. our scars are a testament to that we lived."
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2017 6:22am
2nd May 2017 6:22am
Grandfather
His frail body lies before my tear-glazed eyes,
yet there's nothing I can do to help him.
Control has withered and left us here to battle with this incorrigible pain
making us say things that shall always remain.
my heart slowly folds into a used, pale, shriveled-up faded amount of nothing.
I reach my hand out looking for a solid embrace
what once was there is now gone.
Nobody understands, nobody sees,
if we don't join as one then all we are is debris.
I will come to the heavens and I will live and I will laugh with you.
The angels will dance...
yet there's nothing I can do to help him.
Control has withered and left us here to battle with this incorrigible pain
making us say things that shall always remain.
my heart slowly folds into a used, pale, shriveled-up faded amount of nothing.
I reach my hand out looking for a solid embrace
what once was there is now gone.
Nobody understands, nobody sees,
if we don't join as one then all we are is debris.
I will come to the heavens and I will live and I will laugh with you.
The angels will dance...
504 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2017 7:46am
29th Apr 2017 7:46am
No One f**ks Me Better Than You
1480 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Apr 2017 7:43am
29th Apr 2017 7:43am
Thoughts That Lie Too Deep For Tears
It was a cold Monday night,
there was snow on the ground.
I was getting ready to go out,
when I heard a loud sound;
Two men had broken through my door
with pipes and knives,
Wearing balaclavas and black clothes,
we feared for our lives.
They piped out my roommates
then proceeded to pour,
Gas; from a two-liter bottle,
all over my floor.
As they fled,
I heard the flick of flint against steel
then my house went up in flames, ...
there was snow on the ground.
I was getting ready to go out,
when I heard a loud sound;
Two men had broken through my door
with pipes and knives,
Wearing balaclavas and black clothes,
we feared for our lives.
They piped out my roommates
then proceeded to pour,
Gas; from a two-liter bottle,
all over my floor.
As they fled,
I heard the flick of flint against steel
then my house went up in flames, ...
514 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2017 2:05am
28th Apr 2017 2:05am
Inner Demons
All my interactions with all those in my vicinity are all
great fabrications, bred from illusions, warped and contorted til
my mind see’s fit.
Programmed for self-destruction,
battling for redemption.
My army consists of old ghosts and knowing skeletons that
have suddenly forgotten the enemy and have come back to haunt me!
I brush them away as if they were a cobweb I had caught in the face and
I remind myself the demons of my past are only mirages of the mind and
are most likely just a bottle...
great fabrications, bred from illusions, warped and contorted til
my mind see’s fit.
Programmed for self-destruction,
battling for redemption.
My army consists of old ghosts and knowing skeletons that
have suddenly forgotten the enemy and have come back to haunt me!
I brush them away as if they were a cobweb I had caught in the face and
I remind myself the demons of my past are only mirages of the mind and
are most likely just a bottle...
641 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Apr 2017 6:42pm
27th Apr 2017 6:42pm
the perfect lips for cock-sucking
1000 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2017 9:10am
27th Apr 2017 9:10am
Siren's Song
Heroin is naught but a sirens song to me
singing of warm, forgetful peace –
so false and fleeting,
self-induced living death,
the Jones ever creeping.
Til none is left but a wretch,
shadow chasing.
A nightmare of my own contriving,
ever convinced of her beauty but never realizing –
it was just her song in my head
and not worth dying for.
singing of warm, forgetful peace –
so false and fleeting,
self-induced living death,
the Jones ever creeping.
Til none is left but a wretch,
shadow chasing.
A nightmare of my own contriving,
ever convinced of her beauty but never realizing –
it was just her song in my head
and not worth dying for.
758 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2017 9:09am
27th Apr 2017 9:09am
Fading (must be something in the water)
I can’t escape this feeling that keeps creeping over me
Blinded by my tears, my success I just can’t see.
I can’t seem to hold a relationship
Yet at times I can’t be alone,
I’m desperate now, with no one to turn to
No place to call home.
“I try to stay high, so I can get by
on their superficial smiles,
though inside, I’m dying all the while.”
Some people try to help me, they wonder how I am
But no one can help me, not even me,
So why bother giving a damn?!
...
Blinded by my tears, my success I just can’t see.
I can’t seem to hold a relationship
Yet at times I can’t be alone,
I’m desperate now, with no one to turn to
No place to call home.
“I try to stay high, so I can get by
on their superficial smiles,
though inside, I’m dying all the while.”
Some people try to help me, they wonder how I am
But no one can help me, not even me,
So why bother giving a damn?!
...
693 reads
2 Comments
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