Submissions by ABPerales13 (AB Perales)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2015 1:56pm
18th Aug 2015 1:56pm
fLASH bACK
It kept me
numb
and numb was the
only feeling I
was searching
for.
I used enough
in those days
to avoid
feeling any
type of emotion
for too long.
And when I
cried,
it was mostly
over a memory
of a time when
I should
have cried
but
was too numb
to care
numb
and numb was the
only feeling I
was searching
for.
I used enough
in those days
to avoid
feeling any
type of emotion
for too long.
And when I
cried,
it was mostly
over a memory
of a time when
I should
have cried
but
was too numb
to care
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2015 10:56pm
13th Aug 2015 10:56pm
Muzzled the stache
I laid there staring
at the insanely
bright and rude
fluorescent light
that
mocked my suffering.
The cold concrete
floor felt
good against
my screaming aches.
My body was
pleading with the
Gods for just a
taste of what
had been taken
away.
My bowels were as
controllable as
a teen aged
beauty.
With a jerk
I brought my
burning face
toward the cool
silent cold metal
toilet.
Ugly yellow bile
that only a tired
and tortured
body could
produce
spewed...
at the insanely
bright and rude
fluorescent light
that
mocked my suffering.
The cold concrete
floor felt
good against
my screaming aches.
My body was
pleading with the
Gods for just a
taste of what
had been taken
away.
My bowels were as
controllable as
a teen aged
beauty.
With a jerk
I brought my
burning face
toward the cool
silent cold metal
toilet.
Ugly yellow bile
that only a tired
and tortured
body could
produce
spewed...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2015 10:54pm
13th Aug 2015 10:54pm
Observation
A
Blackbird
chased
crickets
in the
grass.
Blackbird
chased
crickets
in the
grass.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Aug 2015 4:30am
8th Aug 2015 4:30am
A Helping Hand
She longed for the
honeybee,
its nectar filled belly
ready to inject her
with that sweet sting
of temporary love.
She pleaded with the
tiny cupid
to penetrate her soul
with his compassionate
tipped tiny arrow.
With grey eyes welled
with the tears of frustration
she looked to me and
begged me to assist her
in her quest.
I stared at her porcelain
colored face and seen
the beauty that had
refused to die deep
beneath the hollowed
eyes and unhealthy colored
lips.
Her arms hung...
honeybee,
its nectar filled belly
ready to inject her
with that sweet sting
of temporary love.
She pleaded with the
tiny cupid
to penetrate her soul
with his compassionate
tipped tiny arrow.
With grey eyes welled
with the tears of frustration
she looked to me and
begged me to assist her
in her quest.
I stared at her porcelain
colored face and seen
the beauty that had
refused to die deep
beneath the hollowed
eyes and unhealthy colored
lips.
Her arms hung...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2015 4:28am
8th Aug 2015 4:28am
Fooled By Refuse
They talk about the
garbage like it
was treasure.
Man made
garbage.
Made in order
to keep the
creative side
from
creating.
Its all made
to uninspire
the otherwise
always
inspired ones.
They worry
themselves over
Trash.
Mass produced,
soulless,man made,
ball chasing,
over paid
Trash Heroes.
They're not my
Heroes.
My Heroes
didn't have time
to chase balls
and call it an
accomplishment.
These goals they
strive for all of
which were...
garbage like it
was treasure.
Man made
garbage.
Made in order
to keep the
creative side
from
creating.
Its all made
to uninspire
the otherwise
always
inspired ones.
They worry
themselves over
Trash.
Mass produced,
soulless,man made,
ball chasing,
over paid
Trash Heroes.
They're not my
Heroes.
My Heroes
didn't have time
to chase balls
and call it an
accomplishment.
These goals they
strive for all of
which were...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Aug 2015 2:56am
7th Aug 2015 2:56am
Get Off Your Knees
They use your fears
like I used
the Heroin,the Whisky
and the times alone.
The less you care the
less there is to fear.
The more I used
the less I thought,
the better I slept,
the more I lost.
I was too far gone to
properly mourn
Winehouse.
And I was too angry and
aware to fall for
that foolish promise
of change and hope.
They took the S away
from the
Gods and left you
with only
one alternative.
They pray to Serpents
and you call them saviors.
I wear tattooed...
like I used
the Heroin,the Whisky
and the times alone.
The less you care the
less there is to fear.
The more I used
the less I thought,
the better I slept,
the more I lost.
I was too far gone to
properly mourn
Winehouse.
And I was too angry and
aware to fall for
that foolish promise
of change and hope.
They took the S away
from the
Gods and left you
with only
one alternative.
They pray to Serpents
and you call them saviors.
I wear tattooed...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2015 2:54am
7th Aug 2015 2:54am
Leaving California
I aimed the old car
south and
ran as many red
lights as my luck
would allow.
Kept my sunglasses
on as I
listened to Frusciante
singing
nothing but the
truth all through
the magic of
my radio.
Left the madness of
the city and
entered the
land where
atomic bombs
and peoples sanity
have both
been tested.
Desert roads
littered
with desert lies,
like oasis and
promises made
in Vegas.
I took a toot
off the side of
my...
south and
ran as many red
lights as my luck
would allow.
Kept my sunglasses
on as I
listened to Frusciante
singing
nothing but the
truth all through
the magic of
my radio.
Left the madness of
the city and
entered the
land where
atomic bombs
and peoples sanity
have both
been tested.
Desert roads
littered
with desert lies,
like oasis and
promises made
in Vegas.
I took a toot
off the side of
my...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 2:20am
1st Oct 2014 2:20am
From the Rib of Los Angeles
Got a second for me Los Angeles
I am the product of your wish less stars,
shot out street lamps and pot holed streets.
Your trigger happy
cops who stalk your darkened streets like
the true predators they are.
Spare some time for me Los Angeles
I've drank hard and laughed along your
beaches,lived on your toxic air,turned
into a ghost and chased the high all through
your city streets.I watched the beautiful
people stay beautiful beneath endless California
summers.I fought the good fight against your
tan shirts within the coldness of...
I am the product of your wish less stars,
shot out street lamps and pot holed streets.
Your trigger happy
cops who stalk your darkened streets like
the true predators they are.
Spare some time for me Los Angeles
I've drank hard and laughed along your
beaches,lived on your toxic air,turned
into a ghost and chased the high all through
your city streets.I watched the beautiful
people stay beautiful beneath endless California
summers.I fought the good fight against your
tan shirts within the coldness of...
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