Submissions by ABPerales13 (AB Perales)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2018 7:05pm
9th Sep 2018 7:05pm
Everything's Fine
I shrouded my
shame behind
blacked out
sunglasses.
And spiked
my lies
with deep
red wine.
shame behind
blacked out
sunglasses.
And spiked
my lies
with deep
red wine.
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2018 7:04pm
9th Sep 2018 7:04pm
What About Tomorrow
My days ago
are piled
with excess.
My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.
This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.
And there's
no way
to grow
young again
are piled
with excess.
My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.
This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.
And there's
no way
to grow
young again
#LifeChangingMoment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2018 12:50pm
1st Sep 2018 12:50pm
Associate The Masters
The rich kids never read
Bukowski.
The poor kids all read the
same dog eared copy of
"Women".
The Animal Control guy tries to feel
Nietzsche while parked beneath
a shaded Eucalyptus as his frightened captives
piss in their pins and wait on death.
She gave me my first copy
of Kerouac and made sure she
took it back when she
packed her things and left
for good.
I found Dante half dead
and forgotten in a prison cell.
His Inferno had been stripped of its
jacket and scarred with...
Bukowski.
The poor kids all read the
same dog eared copy of
"Women".
The Animal Control guy tries to feel
Nietzsche while parked beneath
a shaded Eucalyptus as his frightened captives
piss in their pins and wait on death.
She gave me my first copy
of Kerouac and made sure she
took it back when she
packed her things and left
for good.
I found Dante half dead
and forgotten in a prison cell.
His Inferno had been stripped of its
jacket and scarred with...
#MyInspiration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2018 11:45am
1st Sep 2018 11:45am
How It Works
I started this
with my head
in my hands,
ran my palms
down my face,
brought them
together in front
of me as if in prayer.
My mind was
putting on a
show,
bursts of
imagery flashed
like fireworks.
Words floated
like falling
feathers,
ideas danced
like fireflies
in the night.
For some reason
my senses
brought about
the scent
of the sea.
I closed my
eyes and seen
the palm trees
sway like
hula girls in
the wind.
...
with my head
in my hands,
ran my palms
down my face,
brought them
together in front
of me as if in prayer.
My mind was
putting on a
show,
bursts of
imagery flashed
like fireworks.
Words floated
like falling
feathers,
ideas danced
like fireflies
in the night.
For some reason
my senses
brought about
the scent
of the sea.
I closed my
eyes and seen
the palm trees
sway like
hula girls in
the wind.
...
#MyInspiration
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DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 8:43pm
31st Aug 2018 8:43pm
My Struggle
I'm too paranoid for cocaine,
not social enough for alchohol.
Speed's not for me,
you gotta give up your dreams.
And I look forward to sleep.
I disliked weed once they
made it legal.
I can't mess with the pills
unless they're the happy ones
and a girl is involved.
I thought about my first
love, my first addiction.
There's no way I can say
I'll never do heroin again.
I'm not too sure about much
but I can say this for sure.
"Maybe one day my dear
but I can't go back to you today".
not social enough for alchohol.
Speed's not for me,
you gotta give up your dreams.
And I look forward to sleep.
I disliked weed once they
made it legal.
I can't mess with the pills
unless they're the happy ones
and a girl is involved.
I thought about my first
love, my first addiction.
There's no way I can say
I'll never do heroin again.
I'm not too sure about much
but I can say this for sure.
"Maybe one day my dear
but I can't go back to you today".
#addiction
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Jun 2018 1:58am
11th Jun 2018 1:58am
The Young
Beneath the shade of
an untrimmed
Juniper tree children
swing from
Hemp ropes while
singing innocent
rhymes about killing.
The girls with their lace gloved hands
and their lace bonnets.
They use nets
made from a
Reed switch
to catch gentle
Swallowtails.
With no intentions
of ever letting them go
an untrimmed
Juniper tree children
swing from
Hemp ropes while
singing innocent
rhymes about killing.
The girls with their lace gloved hands
and their lace bonnets.
They use nets
made from a
Reed switch
to catch gentle
Swallowtails.
With no intentions
of ever letting them go
#dark
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th May 2018 6:08pm
28th May 2018 6:08pm
Underneath The Dome
Crude signs painted
with the blood of the
living denounced
their latest decree.
Standing at the podium
spreading more lies.
All the world be your
theater and
nothing here is real.
Daytime cocktails under the
shadows of the palms.
Blood thinning and
running cold.
Cold like the serpent in the
summer sun.
You left your dreams in a
waste basket a few miles
outside of Vegas.
And all there is to do
is turn the music up
and lie to her some more.
Black draped youth...
with the blood of the
living denounced
their latest decree.
Standing at the podium
spreading more lies.
All the world be your
theater and
nothing here is real.
Daytime cocktails under the
shadows of the palms.
Blood thinning and
running cold.
Cold like the serpent in the
summer sun.
You left your dreams in a
waste basket a few miles
outside of Vegas.
And all there is to do
is turn the music up
and lie to her some more.
Black draped youth...
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2018 4:31pm
27th May 2018 4:31pm
Let The Sea Sort It Out
Shuffling stones sing
sad love songs with
the waves.
Evil gulls stared
at the
setting sun
with dead
spots for eyes.
I wrote a
name in the
sand.
I sat with my
back to the
world.
Worked on
the Vodka
and watched as
the tide slowly
took it away.
sad love songs with
the waves.
Evil gulls stared
at the
setting sun
with dead
spots for eyes.
I wrote a
name in the
sand.
I sat with my
back to the
world.
Worked on
the Vodka
and watched as
the tide slowly
took it away.
#beach
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th May 2018 9:28pm
25th May 2018 9:28pm
Learned How to Love (In Southern California)
The porch light shadowed her soft features deep within the blackness of her hooded sweatshirt.
Her shoulders were soaked and blackened,
her make up all but gone.
The hair I would later hand dry was heavy and matted against her pocked scared cheek.
She crossed my threshold and gently ran her cold, wet fingertips along my bare chest as she passed.
My old white cat greeted her with an evil hiss and daring stare as she kicked her wet shoes off in the mud room.
I took in the Chilly Southern California wind before swinging closed the heavy...
Her shoulders were soaked and blackened,
her make up all but gone.
The hair I would later hand dry was heavy and matted against her pocked scared cheek.
She crossed my threshold and gently ran her cold, wet fingertips along my bare chest as she passed.
My old white cat greeted her with an evil hiss and daring stare as she kicked her wet shoes off in the mud room.
I took in the Chilly Southern California wind before swinging closed the heavy...
#love
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 4:21pm
14th Sep 2015 4:21pm
Thanks A gain
When I hugged
her I'd always hold
on for a second
too long.
When I made love
to her
I'd take my time,
slowly moving over
every inch of her body,
taking in all she
had to give.
Every kiss and
every smile.
Each time she
made me laugh
or made me sigh with
pleasure was
carefully stowed away
deep within the
cracks
of my memory.
Hidden like
buried treasure
are the
memories I run
to when the
hopelessness
sets in.
She always did her
hair while still topless...
her I'd always hold
on for a second
too long.
When I made love
to her
I'd take my time,
slowly moving over
every inch of her body,
taking in all she
had to give.
Every kiss and
every smile.
Each time she
made me laugh
or made me sigh with
pleasure was
carefully stowed away
deep within the
cracks
of my memory.
Hidden like
buried treasure
are the
memories I run
to when the
hopelessness
sets in.
She always did her
hair while still topless...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 11:03pm
3rd Sep 2015 11:03pm
Close the Door Outside is Cold
Most of these choices
evolved from
random thoughts.
The learned way had
been abandoned.
The air held hostility
and the peoples
minds were
polluted
with a threatening view
of the world.
There was still trust
in the talking heads
and trust in the
Novocaine.
I found I could
drink and use
and be able to
stay cool while
everyone else
was panicking.
A radio played
and the lyrics rang true.
"Trust in me and fall
as well."
The pigeons sat on
wires in groups...
evolved from
random thoughts.
The learned way had
been abandoned.
The air held hostility
and the peoples
minds were
polluted
with a threatening view
of the world.
There was still trust
in the talking heads
and trust in the
Novocaine.
I found I could
drink and use
and be able to
stay cool while
everyone else
was panicking.
A radio played
and the lyrics rang true.
"Trust in me and fall
as well."
The pigeons sat on
wires in groups...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2015 2:04pm
18th Aug 2015 2:04pm
Mainstay
I concentrate
not on my
thoughts.
Nor feel with my
emotions.
I do not
react to that
chatterbox
within my
head.
It's the silence
in between
the pull
that captures
my attention.
not on my
thoughts.
Nor feel with my
emotions.
I do not
react to that
chatterbox
within my
head.
It's the silence
in between
the pull
that captures
my attention.
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