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.
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2015 2:37pm
13th Jan 2015 2:37pm
The Coin Flip
I never knew that I would grow up
to become a poet.
I remember being eighteen
in my high school
creative writing class
writing poetry,
listening to music,
feeling a unique sense
of relaxation and being
in tune with my inner
thoughts and emotions.
It's been just over
a decade
and I haven't lost
that feeling,
I don't think
that I ever will.
I love writing.
It's the only love
that hasn't cheated, or lied to me.
The only love that's never left,
or made me want to leave.
Words have...
to become a poet.
I remember being eighteen
in my high school
creative writing class
writing poetry,
listening to music,
feeling a unique sense
of relaxation and being
in tune with my inner
thoughts and emotions.
It's been just over
a decade
and I haven't lost
that feeling,
I don't think
that I ever will.
I love writing.
It's the only love
that hasn't cheated, or lied to me.
The only love that's never left,
or made me want to leave.
Words have...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2015 6:49pm
10th Jan 2015 6:49pm
Postcards Signed By The Inferno
I found myself in awe, struck almost like that of a lightening bolt, surging through my entire frame, by the fire that burns inside the chest’s of men cursed to the work in the iron mills. The air they breathed was poison; a black, vile, disease of the lungs. What lives they led to the open-mouthed machines they fed raw iron, while they themselves were unfed and famished. Many devoted their souls to sleepless nights, trapped inside these buildings of flame and ash. It all felt so surreal to me.
Their working conditions racked my sense of security, so much that I felt afraid to...
Their working conditions racked my sense of security, so much that I felt afraid to...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 6:52pm
28th Dec 2014 6:52pm
Becoming A New Man
To give up what keeps me
young
is to rid myself of those
things that keep me
held together;
clenching what hasn't yet been
stolen from my childhood,
all the while
trying to become a man.
It's been a troublesome road
chalked with fading
drawings of the past,
dwelling on painful losses
of life and love.
Contemplating on the end
to make ends meet,
when the debt is too high
and my feelings are numb
from so many cold shoulders.
I am learning, however,
to become the kind of man
that a man can become;...
young
is to rid myself of those
things that keep me
held together;
clenching what hasn't yet been
stolen from my childhood,
all the while
trying to become a man.
It's been a troublesome road
chalked with fading
drawings of the past,
dwelling on painful losses
of life and love.
Contemplating on the end
to make ends meet,
when the debt is too high
and my feelings are numb
from so many cold shoulders.
I am learning, however,
to become the kind of man
that a man can become;...
600 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 6:02pm
28th Dec 2014 6:02pm
Heavy Rubble
They told me to never break
character,
but I broke
down
characters and kept
thinking,
closed my eyes, yet kept
blinking,
tried to tell my mind to stop
drinking,
dear Lord,
why am I still
sinking,
in sorrow,
will I stop today,
tomorrow?
I don't want to borrow
happiness
from another bottle, or dollar,
I've payed my dues,
became a scholar,
what more do I have
to endure?
I can't be
sure
where my footsteps will
take me,
why my dreams...
character,
but I broke
down
characters and kept
thinking,
closed my eyes, yet kept
blinking,
tried to tell my mind to stop
drinking,
dear Lord,
why am I still
sinking,
in sorrow,
will I stop today,
tomorrow?
I don't want to borrow
happiness
from another bottle, or dollar,
I've payed my dues,
became a scholar,
what more do I have
to endure?
I can't be
sure
where my footsteps will
take me,
why my dreams...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Dec 2014 6:41pm
24th Dec 2014 6:41pm
Blackout
Some people find real love, a true acceptance of their merits and flaws, but most find a love that conveniently works, fitting awkwardly into place like some sort of defective puzzle piece.
...me, well, anything I thought to be love was a lie, a facade, addicted to one girl after the other, like a cigarette; chain searching for a healthy heart. I was usually flicked to the street though, maybe I had too large a list of toxins and they didn't have the tolerance to withstand me.
I seem to wear a darkness now, like a cold shadow, draped in midnight blues. ..."Love". Some call...
...me, well, anything I thought to be love was a lie, a facade, addicted to one girl after the other, like a cigarette; chain searching for a healthy heart. I was usually flicked to the street though, maybe I had too large a list of toxins and they didn't have the tolerance to withstand me.
I seem to wear a darkness now, like a cold shadow, draped in midnight blues. ..."Love". Some call...
797 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2014 5:29pm
20th Dec 2014 5:29pm
Torn and Sewn
I can't remember
the last time
I
noticed
having holes
in my
socks.
How does this kind of thing
happen?
Does everyone experience
this confused feeling?
What can I do
differently?
How can I prevent this
from happening
again,
or does it just appear
out of nowhere
like some sort of mirage?
Was there something
I forgot
to do today,
or last week,
even since last
month, or year
to put an end
to the mystery
of finding holes
in my socks?
Just the...
the last time
I
noticed
having holes
in my
socks.
How does this kind of thing
happen?
Does everyone experience
this confused feeling?
What can I do
differently?
How can I prevent this
from happening
again,
or does it just appear
out of nowhere
like some sort of mirage?
Was there something
I forgot
to do today,
or last week,
even since last
month, or year
to put an end
to the mystery
of finding holes
in my socks?
Just the...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
13th Dec 2014 5:08pm
13th Dec 2014 5:08pm
Through It All
Through It All
Verse 1:
Yo, see my momma told me that I could make it/and daddy, well, he told me I could take it/ all the way to the top, but be careful that I didn't fake it/ cause if it's something that I love, I should embrace it/ so I kept my hand steady like a gun with my pen/ read and wrote everyday over and over again/ it's what keeps me mellow when the sky is black instead of being bright and yellow/ all the while trying to find a girl with the right "hello"/ hell, maybe even with just a pretty little smile/ someone to just chill with who would stay for...
Verse 1:
Yo, see my momma told me that I could make it/and daddy, well, he told me I could take it/ all the way to the top, but be careful that I didn't fake it/ cause if it's something that I love, I should embrace it/ so I kept my hand steady like a gun with my pen/ read and wrote everyday over and over again/ it's what keeps me mellow when the sky is black instead of being bright and yellow/ all the while trying to find a girl with the right "hello"/ hell, maybe even with just a pretty little smile/ someone to just chill with who would stay for...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Dec 2014 8:13pm
7th Dec 2014 8:13pm
Right Hook
I was just another kid gettin beat up in the schoolyard/teachers didnt wanna deal with the bullies, it must have been too hard/ to control them in the classroom on recess and lunch hour/ so when I had the chance I listened to hip-hop to get the power/ to fight back against these bad kids with my words/ too dumb to make a come back, I could beat them with my verbs/ that was the real action, my cuts and bruises would heal/ but what I said to them would stick, now maybe they would feel/what it felt like to be beaten down to the ground and kicked in the dirt/did they even realize how bad their...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 1:35am
22nd Nov 2014 1:35am
Confession
Sometimes they lose faith
and become sinners,
other times they as sinners
find a better path
and gain new faith,
then there are those who pray
and remain sinners,
questioning their existence
as each day begins,
then there are finally those who
believe in nothing
higher,
or below
them.
No
matter their ways,
any which way,
they all face death
in different ways.
They may use the gifts
they were given,
or they may supress them,
though some give in
to their demons,
let them
be known,...
and become sinners,
other times they as sinners
find a better path
and gain new faith,
then there are those who pray
and remain sinners,
questioning their existence
as each day begins,
then there are finally those who
believe in nothing
higher,
or below
them.
No
matter their ways,
any which way,
they all face death
in different ways.
They may use the gifts
they were given,
or they may supress them,
though some give in
to their demons,
let them
be known,...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2014 11:15pm
2nd Nov 2014 11:15pm
Lost In This Fairy Tale
Like a torn sock,
I've been worn
for too long,
since I was created,
this body of mine born.
The strands of my flesh
stretched,
pierced with needles and pain,
my feet are asleep,
I can't hold the weight
of heavy rain.
I've wasted my nights
wishing on shooting stars,
my days done
with hard work,
waiting
at the stop light,
counting passing cars.
Thinking to myself on taking
one last step
out into the road,
maybe this all just a fairy tale,
like how a kiss can make a Prince
change from an...
I've been worn
for too long,
since I was created,
this body of mine born.
The strands of my flesh
stretched,
pierced with needles and pain,
my feet are asleep,
I can't hold the weight
of heavy rain.
I've wasted my nights
wishing on shooting stars,
my days done
with hard work,
waiting
at the stop light,
counting passing cars.
Thinking to myself on taking
one last step
out into the road,
maybe this all just a fairy tale,
like how a kiss can make a Prince
change from an...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 10:51am
26th Oct 2014 10:51am
Cold Rain
I've struggled with her shadow
every night for two years.
I keep my blanket
wrapped tightly around my chest
before I fall
asleep,
as if I was trying to find
safety in my own confinement;
afflicted with anger.
I am
what time and circumstance
has made me;
a hardened soul
trying to fight my way
out of this hellish state,
wandering the graveyard
to tell her
"I'm sorry I wasn't there
to save you".
Maybe I've forgotten how
to smile,
how to love
someone
other than the body
of a...
every night for two years.
I keep my blanket
wrapped tightly around my chest
before I fall
asleep,
as if I was trying to find
safety in my own confinement;
afflicted with anger.
I am
what time and circumstance
has made me;
a hardened soul
trying to fight my way
out of this hellish state,
wandering the graveyard
to tell her
"I'm sorry I wasn't there
to save you".
Maybe I've forgotten how
to smile,
how to love
someone
other than the body
of a...
720 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Oct 2014 1:22am
14th Oct 2014 1:22am
Tilt 'a Whirl
I woke up with a fading memory
of how she used to look like the sea
when we would walk for hours
along the edge of what could be.
There was sunshine and salt stuck
between the strands of her hair,
the hot sand beneath her feet
and the song of our love in the air.
...it went something like.
I saw the sins of your heart
and I know damn well you saw mine,
now that's okay my darling,
everything will turn out just fine,
'cause I'm a working man,
and you're a beautiful girl,
just don't you play my heart
like fun and...
of how she used to look like the sea
when we would walk for hours
along the edge of what could be.
There was sunshine and salt stuck
between the strands of her hair,
the hot sand beneath her feet
and the song of our love in the air.
...it went something like.
I saw the sins of your heart
and I know damn well you saw mine,
now that's okay my darling,
everything will turn out just fine,
'cause I'm a working man,
and you're a beautiful girl,
just don't you play my heart
like fun and...
658 reads
2 Comments
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