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.
STORY POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 00:48am
10th Aug 2015 00:48am
Hangover Henry (Part 3)
By the end of the week everything started to break down. The saws made their final cut, the generator started for the last time and Catherine couldn't stand Henry's drinking, so she walked out the door. Henry had been working odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. He had been living off ham and rye samdwiches for the last two weeks. He was fed up with his current job, nothing worked right, lost his woman, even though they had only been together for two weeks, she has left none the less. Henry couldn't swallow another ham sandwich, another tool breaking, or bare to look at another woman...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 10:45pm
5th Aug 2015 10:45pm
Hangover Henry (Part 2)
Some people just breeze through life, you know. They never have a hard day, don't have to lift a finger for anything. They grew up on easy street and if they ever had to leave, they drove away in their fancy car, with a bank account full of money. They didn't know the world the way Henry did. They never had to pick a quarter out of a pile of puke from the bathroom floor just to make busfare back home. They never had to take a good punch in the face for saying something to the wrong guy twice their size. They never had to wake up to no heat in the middle of winter with nothing to eat in the...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 10:43pm
5th Aug 2015 10:43pm
Hangover Henry (Part 1)
As Henry lay there with that familiar, heavy hangover, he reached over to his side table for a cigarette, hoping for a lighter, a match, or a woman passed out on the floor. At least then he could wake her up and tell her to light that last smoke off the toaster, or stove burner, whatever still worked, given he paid the electric bill this month. No fire on the table, no love on the floor, no electricity, poor old Henry was just that, poor. His shoes were a left 9 and a right 10 he found in the dumpster out back in the alleyway where the garbage cans were kept. At least they were the same...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Aug 2015 3:46am
3rd Aug 2015 3:46am
8 bars (Ravenous)
I've tried to use my words to keep followers on edge, never took the time to stop/tattooed over my wrist with an hourglass and switched sides with my watch/ as the sand drained, I still remained, King of the clock/ 'cause the moment has always been on my side ever since I grew up on the block/ I siezed it, carpe diem, standing on my desk like O' Captain, my Captain/ celebrating the day like it was my last, so I mixed it with rum and wiped the glass ring with a napkin/ 'cause I don't want stains on my table/ and I'm so hungry for success I could eat a cash cow, or a horse from the stable/
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2015 2:08am
31st Jul 2015 2:08am
Enlightened
The flames feel so alive
dancing before me,
dressed in blue and yellow
like the sky and sun.
They calm me,
their warmth wraped around my body
like a childhood blanket
I always kept close to my chest.
There is something about their beauty
and power that draws me
to gaze into the fire and see
the light that guides me
and the darkness that destroys me
in their absence.
dancing before me,
dressed in blue and yellow
like the sky and sun.
They calm me,
their warmth wraped around my body
like a childhood blanket
I always kept close to my chest.
There is something about their beauty
and power that draws me
to gaze into the fire and see
the light that guides me
and the darkness that destroys me
in their absence.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 5:41pm
1st Jul 2015 5:41pm
Liqour Lights
How many white lies will it take
to brighten these blacked out nights?
If I tell myself that I'll never
pick up another drink,
those are loose change words
and my actions have always
spoken louder
than the coins in my jeans,
so I can't trust myself
with such a faded promise;
looks like I'm doomed
to live a life full of liqour lights.
I think that deep down
I'm a good man,
but I end up being
much worse when I wake up
at 6 a.m in the hallway
still half lit from the bar;
I always take it ...
to brighten these blacked out nights?
If I tell myself that I'll never
pick up another drink,
those are loose change words
and my actions have always
spoken louder
than the coins in my jeans,
so I can't trust myself
with such a faded promise;
looks like I'm doomed
to live a life full of liqour lights.
I think that deep down
I'm a good man,
but I end up being
much worse when I wake up
at 6 a.m in the hallway
still half lit from the bar;
I always take it ...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2015 1:34am
24th Jun 2015 1:34am
Coming Undone
I have slept
alone for several years
in this basement six feet below
the filth of the earth.
There have been nights
full of night terrors and tremors
when I have fallen
asleep in another tangled bed,
on someone
else's collapsing couch,
splintered floor boards,
on a broken, graveyard bench
even in a thick thorned ditch,
but never have I fallen
in the arms of the right woman.
All the booze and blackouts
have taken away my love and light
that used to shine from my face;
I have become undone,
like...
alone for several years
in this basement six feet below
the filth of the earth.
There have been nights
full of night terrors and tremors
when I have fallen
asleep in another tangled bed,
on someone
else's collapsing couch,
splintered floor boards,
on a broken, graveyard bench
even in a thick thorned ditch,
but never have I fallen
in the arms of the right woman.
All the booze and blackouts
have taken away my love and light
that used to shine from my face;
I have become undone,
like...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2015 1:56am
16th Jun 2015 1:56am
What We Are
I don't talk about days
that haven't happened,
I don't think about
moments that don't matter,
I don't care for words
spoken without truth,
and I don't believe in actions,
that come without consequence.
Most of us don't get the opportunity
to become our true selves,
our existence is denied,
we are invisible,
turning into nothing
other than a ghost
of our former self
floating through each day,
listening to stories about the person
we should have become.
The self we think we are is
never accepted,
no...
that haven't happened,
I don't think about
moments that don't matter,
I don't care for words
spoken without truth,
and I don't believe in actions,
that come without consequence.
Most of us don't get the opportunity
to become our true selves,
our existence is denied,
we are invisible,
turning into nothing
other than a ghost
of our former self
floating through each day,
listening to stories about the person
we should have become.
The self we think we are is
never accepted,
no...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 5:18pm
11th Jun 2015 5:18pm
5 a.m.
The crystal could never tell
her future,
but it could always take her
and make her
feel outside of her body
to a place that she calls home.
She's searched the kaleidoscope sea
for a man to forfill her
dreams,
but most men just give her
nightmares,
or fistfulls of cash when she's whistled
for a fast fuck;
even then she still closes
her eyes hoping to wake
up in another city
with a pocket full of wishes.
It's 5 a.m and not a single dollar,
or star could change the fact
that she has to face the rush
of...
her future,
but it could always take her
and make her
feel outside of her body
to a place that she calls home.
She's searched the kaleidoscope sea
for a man to forfill her
dreams,
but most men just give her
nightmares,
or fistfulls of cash when she's whistled
for a fast fuck;
even then she still closes
her eyes hoping to wake
up in another city
with a pocket full of wishes.
It's 5 a.m and not a single dollar,
or star could change the fact
that she has to face the rush
of...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 1:09am
11th Jun 2015 1:09am
Chosen
My hands have grown to grasp
more than just a little finger,
my vocabulary has expanded far beyond
the words "Mama" and "Dada"
my feet have become near twice the size
of my entire body when I was born,
and I've come to see the world
from a new height, much higher
than a few inches off the ground.
I've changed from an infant,
to a child, a youth to a teen and then
an adult, but now I've become a man,
much older and wiser
than my former self,
more understanding of how my life
can move in so many directions,...
more than just a little finger,
my vocabulary has expanded far beyond
the words "Mama" and "Dada"
my feet have become near twice the size
of my entire body when I was born,
and I've come to see the world
from a new height, much higher
than a few inches off the ground.
I've changed from an infant,
to a child, a youth to a teen and then
an adult, but now I've become a man,
much older and wiser
than my former self,
more understanding of how my life
can move in so many directions,...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Jun 2015 1:10am
10th Jun 2015 1:10am
Above
Baby I ain't goin nowhere, I'm gonna stay right here and comb my fingers through your hair/ cause I need you in my life like how I need to breathe the air/ you're a diamond, a Goddess, flawless and beautiful beyond compare/
like Aphrodite and Aries we could be quite the pair, as hot as a flare/ cause all is fair in love and war, and time is all about how we take care/ of the precious moments in our life, no matter how common, or rare/so lets spend our days in the sun and our nights under the stars/ so we can make a wish everytime we see one shoot across Mars/ someplace where there's no...
like Aphrodite and Aries we could be quite the pair, as hot as a flare/ cause all is fair in love and war, and time is all about how we take care/ of the precious moments in our life, no matter how common, or rare/so lets spend our days in the sun and our nights under the stars/ so we can make a wish everytime we see one shoot across Mars/ someplace where there's no...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 8:31pm
8th Jun 2015 8:31pm
Birthday Card
I've watched you grow up
a little more each year,
marking your height on
the inside of the doorframe,
but with every day
that goes by,
in my eyes you will still
be my little boy/girl.
I will always remember
that big number one candle
on your first birthday cake,
you were so confused by the flame
and I kissed your forehead
to let you know everything was okay.
You have always been my light,
my love and my laughter.
Happy Birthday.
a little more each year,
marking your height on
the inside of the doorframe,
but with every day
that goes by,
in my eyes you will still
be my little boy/girl.
I will always remember
that big number one candle
on your first birthday cake,
you were so confused by the flame
and I kissed your forehead
to let you know everything was okay.
You have always been my light,
my love and my laughter.
Happy Birthday.
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