Submissions by Ace_Avery (Clint Avery)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words are my life. Writing poetry for 20 years. It's one of the greatest loves of mine. I have hopes of becoming a published/payed writer. Feel free to comment, or message me about my writing/questions you may have.I appreciate any interest in my work.
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 3:04pm
10th Aug 2022 3:04pm
Misuse
I've been sober for days,
and the urge
to use
is profound.
I've been using
people
more and more,
to sooth
the needle picking
at my skin.
They don't mind
to help out,
even if it's just to
take my mind
off having a relapse.
The messages keep me
in a state of reply,
responding to all
the social media platforms
has me wondering if
they truely care about me,
or about themselves
and how they'll feel
when I'm gone.
Do I write back,
or keep...
and the urge
to use
is profound.
I've been using
people
more and more,
to sooth
the needle picking
at my skin.
They don't mind
to help out,
even if it's just to
take my mind
off having a relapse.
The messages keep me
in a state of reply,
responding to all
the social media platforms
has me wondering if
they truely care about me,
or about themselves
and how they'll feel
when I'm gone.
Do I write back,
or keep...
#addiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 3:02pm
10th Aug 2022 3:02pm
Give In
You won't find love
in the solstice of summer,
even when the sun shines
late into the evening.
You won't find love
at the grocery store,
in the bread aisle
searching for the tag
with the furthest expiration.
You won't find love
on the bus waiting
for your stop
with your headphones on.
You won't find love
at the bar after midnight,
when it's last call
and you've only got change
left for a cab home.
You won't find love
inside a screen where the backspace
key is king and...
in the solstice of summer,
even when the sun shines
late into the evening.
You won't find love
at the grocery store,
in the bread aisle
searching for the tag
with the furthest expiration.
You won't find love
on the bus waiting
for your stop
with your headphones on.
You won't find love
at the bar after midnight,
when it's last call
and you've only got change
left for a cab home.
You won't find love
inside a screen where the backspace
key is king and...
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2020 6:54pm
20th Feb 2020 6:54pm
The Devil Wears Designer
Coloured hair,
his Achilles heel,
bright orange lava,
glacier blue
melting
over her shoulders,
midnight
purple in the moon light.
Red Devil
high heels that crush his heart,
because he only sees
the designer name
on her dress.
The way she walks
out of the room,
is like ice cream
falling on the concrete
under a thirty degree sun.
his Achilles heel,
bright orange lava,
glacier blue
melting
over her shoulders,
midnight
purple in the moon light.
Red Devil
high heels that crush his heart,
because he only sees
the designer name
on her dress.
The way she walks
out of the room,
is like ice cream
falling on the concrete
under a thirty degree sun.
#lust
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2019 7:48pm
11th Aug 2019 7:48pm
Last of The Two (Romantics)
Who knew
that her look
would warrent
a war of words?
She locked
the door behind
her, footsteps
picking up speed.
With the trees
in sight,
her eyes turned
into lakes
leading into the forest.
His rope
was rough,
thick,
he knew
how to tie
a knot.
The branch was heavy,
the burden
pulsating
in her neck;
his hands
were calloused.
that her look
would warrent
a war of words?
She locked
the door behind
her, footsteps
picking up speed.
With the trees
in sight,
her eyes turned
into lakes
leading into the forest.
His rope
was rough,
thick,
he knew
how to tie
a knot.
The branch was heavy,
the burden
pulsating
in her neck;
his hands
were calloused.
#PowerOfWords
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2019 6:06pm
13th Feb 2019 6:06pm
Full
She gave her body
up for a meal
and the memory
of what money
can do to a girl
who needs another
mouth
full...
up for a meal
and the memory
of what money
can do to a girl
who needs another
mouth
full...
#sacrifice
617 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Feb 2019 5:42pm
13th Feb 2019 5:42pm
Grapes and Regret
They woke up
on the floor naked,
sun burning
into the hardwood.
There's blood
on his hand,
a broken window
and green
grapes
on the floor.
on the floor naked,
sun burning
into the hardwood.
There's blood
on his hand,
a broken window
and green
grapes
on the floor.
#alcohol
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SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Sep 2018 3:11am
27th Sep 2018 3:11am
Per Form
Ridin the bus with a carry on/
plug to my left/
ultra black monster in hand/
pharoahe on my chest/
presidential band on my wrist/
switching lanes and time zones/
can't afford a private jet/
so I'm heading for the throne/
perched on top of the game/
leaving corpses in the streets/
I'm a vulture of violence/
digesting these switchblade beats/
full of whiskey and beer/
soaked from the warm rain/
waiting on the sun to rise/
if only the sky knew my name/
Strikes of lightening, thunder clouds/
what you know...
plug to my left/
ultra black monster in hand/
pharoahe on my chest/
presidential band on my wrist/
switching lanes and time zones/
can't afford a private jet/
so I'm heading for the throne/
perched on top of the game/
leaving corpses in the streets/
I'm a vulture of violence/
digesting these switchblade beats/
full of whiskey and beer/
soaked from the warm rain/
waiting on the sun to rise/
if only the sky knew my name/
Strikes of lightening, thunder clouds/
what you know...
#rhyming
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 00:30am
30th Jan 2018 00:30am
The Ghost
I was late to work
to start
the week off,
the bus reaked
of body odour,
I couldn't tell
if it was my own,
as I sat next to the heater,
unclean,
thinking about those three words,
well, just one,
spoken three times,
like an incantation;
who knew rejection
could be such a simple spell.
to start
the week off,
the bus reaked
of body odour,
I couldn't tell
if it was my own,
as I sat next to the heater,
unclean,
thinking about those three words,
well, just one,
spoken three times,
like an incantation;
who knew rejection
could be such a simple spell.
#relationships
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 6:03pm
22nd Jan 2018 6:03pm
Forgotten Home
I walked out
of the warmth
of home
and into the cold
of winter,
only to notice something
had changed.
I wasn't sure
what it was
at first,
I felt like I was
missing a part
of myself that I had
carried with me
since I was young,
but I couldn't quite place
the absence.
I had been walking
down the street
as the snow blew around
my body
and I came to
the realization that
I had forgotten
my cell phone at home.
of the warmth
of home
and into the cold
of winter,
only to notice something
had changed.
I wasn't sure
what it was
at first,
I felt like I was
missing a part
of myself that I had
carried with me
since I was young,
but I couldn't quite place
the absence.
I had been walking
down the street
as the snow blew around
my body
and I came to
the realization that
I had forgotten
my cell phone at home.
#childhood
#family
#LifeStruggles
#home
#metaphor
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 6:01pm
22nd Jan 2018 6:01pm
Beautiful Stardust
After we kissed
I thought about who we were
and if any of that mattered,
was it the glass inside us
that shattered
when we talked about the grams
of our souls we'd fused together
in our blackened lungs,
or was it the star dust
in our eyes that made us
not want to look
in any other direction,
than into one another's heart
to see how beautiful
we both truely were?
I thought about who we were
and if any of that mattered,
was it the glass inside us
that shattered
when we talked about the grams
of our souls we'd fused together
in our blackened lungs,
or was it the star dust
in our eyes that made us
not want to look
in any other direction,
than into one another's heart
to see how beautiful
we both truely were?
#love
#admiration
#respect
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2017 1:33am
12th Oct 2017 1:33am
Spared
I don't want to find out
what you see in me,
so spend a little less time now
thinking of what we could be.
I've left out of love,
never turned back my head,
I threw her heart in the trash,
like it was something I'd been fed.
A thief of the eyes,
one look upon me,
and there will be
no feeling of safety
for I am unraveled,
like a net lost at sea.
You will feel me
on the surface,
a grain of sand
trapped in your hair;
I am the one you forget
the prisoner you spare.
what you see in me,
so spend a little less time now
thinking of what we could be.
I've left out of love,
never turned back my head,
I threw her heart in the trash,
like it was something I'd been fed.
A thief of the eyes,
one look upon me,
and there will be
no feeling of safety
for I am unraveled,
like a net lost at sea.
You will feel me
on the surface,
a grain of sand
trapped in your hair;
I am the one you forget
the prisoner you spare.
#loneliness
#denial
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2017 2:08am
18th Sep 2017 2:08am
In Black
When I was younger
I wondered why
there were so many
people
wearing black,
then I went through
a few years
where I wasn't myself,
unaware of the wrongs I had done.
I came to the realization
that I had to be honest
with myself and those
around me,
so I stopped making
excuses for my actions,
became a true leader,
capable of living beyond
the absence of the sun.
Clint A. Avery, M.B.
I wondered why
there were so many
people
wearing black,
then I went through
a few years
where I wasn't myself,
unaware of the wrongs I had done.
I came to the realization
that I had to be honest
with myself and those
around me,
so I stopped making
excuses for my actions,
became a true leader,
capable of living beyond
the absence of the sun.
Clint A. Avery, M.B.
#PopCulture
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