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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 00:57am
7th Jun 2015 00:57am
State of Repair
The damaged gravitate towards me,
as if they can somehow sense
the wreckage inside my heart.
There are these rusted parts
of my former self
stored in the waste pit of my mind,
left to be forgotten
until no memory remains.
I find that certain people can see
those troubled parts of me
when they look in my eyes.
It's as if we share a high voltage
connection that surges through
the wounds we carry with us,
even though the shock we experience
without touching, or saying a word
creates a feeling that chills
our...
as if they can somehow sense
the wreckage inside my heart.
There are these rusted parts
of my former self
stored in the waste pit of my mind,
left to be forgotten
until no memory remains.
I find that certain people can see
those troubled parts of me
when they look in my eyes.
It's as if we share a high voltage
connection that surges through
the wounds we carry with us,
even though the shock we experience
without touching, or saying a word
creates a feeling that chills
our...
566 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Jun 2015 1:21am
3rd Jun 2015 1:21am
Living Wrong
I've been awake for days, so don't talk to me about late nights/ cause there's too many words to write, I can't sleep, I'm just trying to fight/ the urge to close my eyes, now everything is blending together/ and I got no liquor left to go with all this juice, outside it looks like bad weather/ I wish I was at the cottage right now, surrounded by spruce trees so I could take a swim in the lake/ maybe find a fine looking girl I could take out on a date/ but my life as a writer can get a little bit complicated cause I like being alone/ I wasn't always like this though, I used to have a dozen...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd Jun 2015 1:52pm
2nd Jun 2015 1:52pm
Colours of Our Hearts
Intro:
Who would have thought, that I'd find myself a girl like you/ I never would have knew, that I could catch a butterfly as beautiful as you/ just show me girl, show me how to capture the colours of your heart/ and I'll show you how to handle mine/ all I ask for is a few minutes of your time/
Verse 1:
Maybe it's cause I got these tattoos all over my skin/ maybe it's cause I've been praying for the Lord to take away my sins/ maybe it's cause I wear my heart right here in my sleeve/ or maybe it's cause I don't doubt myself, now I finally believe/ that to become a...
Who would have thought, that I'd find myself a girl like you/ I never would have knew, that I could catch a butterfly as beautiful as you/ just show me girl, show me how to capture the colours of your heart/ and I'll show you how to handle mine/ all I ask for is a few minutes of your time/
Verse 1:
Maybe it's cause I got these tattoos all over my skin/ maybe it's cause I've been praying for the Lord to take away my sins/ maybe it's cause I wear my heart right here in my sleeve/ or maybe it's cause I don't doubt myself, now I finally believe/ that to become a...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th May 2015 8:39pm
25th May 2015 8:39pm
16 bars (verse)
She comes over to my crib so we can chill like kids/but we drink straight vodka 'til we don't know what time it is/she can see that I'm both a hero and a villian/loves to light up even though we be straight spillin/liqour on the floor, then she just wants me to pour/ the next one on her chest, tells me she wants more/so I lick it up, yeah I know how to treat it/ like a warm apple pie, I get baked then I eat it/ I tell her this is a marathon, no need to put her make-up on, 'cause it's gonna be miles before we finish/ I'm talking about midnight until breakfast, frying up bacon with a shot of...
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd May 2015 00:32am
23rd May 2015 00:32am
Breath of Life
Words are at times
painful
to process.
A hurtful phrase
can wound
deeper
than a knife and may
never
properly heal.
It's the mental anguish
that sticks
with us and stones may as well
be boulders,
because pebbles just don't do
as much damage.
I feel as if a sharp tongue
is a deadlier weapon
than a loaded gun;
it may not end
your life in an instant,
rather kill you
slowly from the...
painful
to process.
A hurtful phrase
can wound
deeper
than a knife and may
never
properly heal.
It's the mental anguish
that sticks
with us and stones may as well
be boulders,
because pebbles just don't do
as much damage.
I feel as if a sharp tongue
is a deadlier weapon
than a loaded gun;
it may not end
your life in an instant,
rather kill you
slowly from the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th May 2015 8:35pm
4th May 2015 8:35pm
Man Meets Beast
Another blacked out night
spent wasted and exposed,
lying on the bathroom floor,
robbed of my belongings,
my dignity and my self respect.
I almost broke her door down
trying to get back what was mine,
but the cops came knocking
and all I could do was let them in,
as I was escorted
out of the building,
left to walk home alone at 7 a.m.
Some liers stick needles
in their eyes,
yet I still can't recall
if I stuck one in my arm,
since there was no blood or bruising
to tell of such a...
spent wasted and exposed,
lying on the bathroom floor,
robbed of my belongings,
my dignity and my self respect.
I almost broke her door down
trying to get back what was mine,
but the cops came knocking
and all I could do was let them in,
as I was escorted
out of the building,
left to walk home alone at 7 a.m.
Some liers stick needles
in their eyes,
yet I still can't recall
if I stuck one in my arm,
since there was no blood or bruising
to tell of such a...
727 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2015 11:10pm
21st Apr 2015 11:10pm
I Want
I wanted to taste you at first
like a fine wine, feeling
your sweetness
swirl around my mouth.
I wanted to take you
hard
like a shot of whiskey
working its way down my throat.
I wanted you to come
inside my gate
like a traveller weary from the road
looking for shelter and warmth.
I wanted to say something
like a poet, but then I thought words can't describe
what I want from you.
like a fine wine, feeling
your sweetness
swirl around my mouth.
I wanted to take you
hard
like a shot of whiskey
working its way down my throat.
I wanted you to come
inside my gate
like a traveller weary from the road
looking for shelter and warmth.
I wanted to say something
like a poet, but then I thought words can't describe
what I want from you.
839 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2015 11:45pm
16th Apr 2015 11:45pm
Paying For A Dream
Most of us work minimum
wage jobs, that barely keep us
clothed, or fed, and we scrape by
just to rent a leaky roof over our heads.
It's impossible to stay afloat
in this so called "land of opportunity"
or "land of the free"
when a bottle of water costs $2.25
and the only thought
that's suppose to keep
us from ending our lives
is that one day
we'll be judged through God's eyes.
Bills and debt keep draining
hope from our heads,
because it's a vicious world
that tells us to get an education,...
wage jobs, that barely keep us
clothed, or fed, and we scrape by
just to rent a leaky roof over our heads.
It's impossible to stay afloat
in this so called "land of opportunity"
or "land of the free"
when a bottle of water costs $2.25
and the only thought
that's suppose to keep
us from ending our lives
is that one day
we'll be judged through God's eyes.
Bills and debt keep draining
hope from our heads,
because it's a vicious world
that tells us to get an education,...
579 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Apr 2015 11:37am
11th Apr 2015 11:37am
8 bars (verse)
Shorty got them sweat pants lookin like tight jeans/ shorty got that sweat dance, while I'm sippin on lean/ liqour, quicker, man that ass is gettin thicker/ from doin them squats, shots, the night's startin to flicker/ like lights, fights, everybody yellin "let's get bigger"/ it's club night, so tell your girl, I got that figure/cause my lines are complicated, while yours are constipated/ full of shit like a toilet, cause you can't push rhymes or get 'em enunciated/
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SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Apr 2015 11:24am
11th Apr 2015 11:24am
16 bars (verse)
I just breathe when I get it, leave after I get it/tell me if you know what I mean when I kick it/all about this rap shit, I grew up on madness/ sellin all I had, just to get a bad bitch/they told me to go get it/don't stop doin it, never quit it/writing down these words like a savage/ flying elbow finisher like Macho Man Randy Savage/cause I'm a wrestler of words, maybe above average/transform like a Deceptacon, this Soundwave I damage/ so roll out a cannon, it's time to get ravaged/ torn apart like paper, Arnold Shwarzenegger; Eraser/ but you can call me Dr. Evil, takin over with sharks...
721 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 11:46pm
9th Apr 2015 11:46pm
Stop Looking
He looks over at his cup,
it's empty,
been that way for days.
He looks in the fridge and cupboards,
there's barely anything
left to make a filling meal.
He looks at his bank statement,
there's a negative balance
still owing.
He looks at his watch,
late again for work,
sleep deprived and sick,
but he can't afford to miss
any time.
He looks at the traffic signal,
it warns him to stop,
he does and thinks to himself
about what would happen
if he just stopped
looking.
it's empty,
been that way for days.
He looks in the fridge and cupboards,
there's barely anything
left to make a filling meal.
He looks at his bank statement,
there's a negative balance
still owing.
He looks at his watch,
late again for work,
sleep deprived and sick,
but he can't afford to miss
any time.
He looks at the traffic signal,
it warns him to stop,
he does and thinks to himself
about what would happen
if he just stopped
looking.
754 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 7:53pm
3rd Apr 2015 7:53pm
Graveyard Shift
His hands are cracked and cut, calloused and covered with bruises and dried blood.
He carefully reaches his hands into his pockets searching for any change
to pay for a meal from the vending machine in the shed.
The old saying "A day late and a dollar too short" comes to mind.
He can't afford the bus fare back home and the expired sandwich; it's too far of a walk through the bad side of town.
His stomach is growling at him,
as is his boss who is half his age.
If only there was a way to get out
of his dead end job
without...
He carefully reaches his hands into his pockets searching for any change
to pay for a meal from the vending machine in the shed.
The old saying "A day late and a dollar too short" comes to mind.
He can't afford the bus fare back home and the expired sandwich; it's too far of a walk through the bad side of town.
His stomach is growling at him,
as is his boss who is half his age.
If only there was a way to get out
of his dead end job
without...
681 reads
5 Comments
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