Submissions by AdrenalineFrequenc (AdrenalineFrequency)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2011 6:27pm
25th Mar 2011 6:27pm
The Music I
I don't believe I'm the only one
who blares the music and shakes the house
and just... dances
In my little room decorated with band posters.
I don't believe I'm the only one
who sings along with the music
Not in my head.
I still don't believe that I'm the only one
who was changed by music.
who was transformed.
who can let the music flow through me to the point of crying-
sort of like those freaky churches that let the Christ flow through you.
Every song has a meaning
and every song speaks.
I love the music
it keeps...
who blares the music and shakes the house
and just... dances
In my little room decorated with band posters.
I don't believe I'm the only one
who sings along with the music
Not in my head.
I still don't believe that I'm the only one
who was changed by music.
who was transformed.
who can let the music flow through me to the point of crying-
sort of like those freaky churches that let the Christ flow through you.
Every song has a meaning
and every song speaks.
I love the music
it keeps...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2011 5:17am
25th Mar 2011 5:17am
Active Comprehension of...
We're all different from another"
we were told that since we could percieve-
"We have different points of view."
we were told since we could understand-
Yet look around at our fucked up society.
There's people judging you with everything
wasting their own potential lives
to mess with every one else's.
So there's gays.
What's your point?
They're human just like the rest of us.
It's the same lecture for the "unatractive" or so they're labeled.
What these
ignorant
ill-informed
oblivious...
we were told that since we could percieve-
"We have different points of view."
we were told since we could understand-
Yet look around at our fucked up society.
There's people judging you with everything
wasting their own potential lives
to mess with every one else's.
So there's gays.
What's your point?
They're human just like the rest of us.
It's the same lecture for the "unatractive" or so they're labeled.
What these
ignorant
ill-informed
oblivious...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2011 5:01am
25th Mar 2011 5:01am
Porceline Heart
You know from when you're young
your parents telling you
that that ornamentalvase,
it isn't a toy.
Theydraw it from your hands
and set it back on the shelf.
Well much like that,
my heart is not a bauble to toss around heedlessly.
Though you think that it is
and that somehow, no one is going to take it away
from your filthy, slippery hands
that can't seem to catch that damn heart once it's fallen.
It's fallen more than once in your direction
But you don't care.
You'll let it shatter on the ground
again.
and again....
your parents telling you
that that ornamentalvase,
it isn't a toy.
Theydraw it from your hands
and set it back on the shelf.
Well much like that,
my heart is not a bauble to toss around heedlessly.
Though you think that it is
and that somehow, no one is going to take it away
from your filthy, slippery hands
that can't seem to catch that damn heart once it's fallen.
It's fallen more than once in your direction
But you don't care.
You'll let it shatter on the ground
again.
and again....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2011 4:30pm
24th Mar 2011 4:30pm
In the Empty town of Jordansland
An old weathered,
desolate and deserted city.
It's dark and dreary
and not a ray of sunlight shines down on it
And it hasn't in years.
There are very few people who live in the town
In the emptyplace of Jordansland.
The people there are suffering from famine
from disease and neverending darkness
and blindness
They barely live at all
It seems humanity is depleting.
They live like farm animals in sheds and barns with dried out hay bails.
And there isn't a single person outside of that little town
that knows...
desolate and deserted city.
It's dark and dreary
and not a ray of sunlight shines down on it
And it hasn't in years.
There are very few people who live in the town
In the emptyplace of Jordansland.
The people there are suffering from famine
from disease and neverending darkness
and blindness
They barely live at all
It seems humanity is depleting.
They live like farm animals in sheds and barns with dried out hay bails.
And there isn't a single person outside of that little town
that knows...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2011 5:00am
23rd Mar 2011 5:00am
Grasp
I feel like no one understands.
Not one person understand my life
and how I percieve the world.
I'm far out there I know
And my dreams seem to be just as far away.
To you, at least.
To me, my dreams are the meer future
because I know if I put all my mind and soul into it
I can reach my goals completely.
They may be farfetched to you
And they may seem unreachable as well.
But in my eyes
I can reach out and grab it
the fame
the art
the fantasies...
And vanish my worries away
into a perfect world of blissful reality....
Not one person understand my life
and how I percieve the world.
I'm far out there I know
And my dreams seem to be just as far away.
To you, at least.
To me, my dreams are the meer future
because I know if I put all my mind and soul into it
I can reach my goals completely.
They may be farfetched to you
And they may seem unreachable as well.
But in my eyes
I can reach out and grab it
the fame
the art
the fantasies...
And vanish my worries away
into a perfect world of blissful reality....
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Mar 2011 7:08pm
19th Mar 2011 7:08pm
Judging me on my cover
We're on the exact same level
yet I'm looked down upon.
We're all on the same rank.
You like to think of me as the young naive one.
You still see me out like I'm 4 years old
Like I won't understand what you're talking about.
I'm perfectly capable of outsmarting you
so stop being a snob and listen up.
I'm a thousand times wittier.
I'm a thoudand times more mature
I get things you wouldn't get for another lifetime.
You're so stupid
acting like I'm the naive one?
Look in the mirror and figure yourself out!
Stop accusing me...
yet I'm looked down upon.
We're all on the same rank.
You like to think of me as the young naive one.
You still see me out like I'm 4 years old
Like I won't understand what you're talking about.
I'm perfectly capable of outsmarting you
so stop being a snob and listen up.
I'm a thousand times wittier.
I'm a thoudand times more mature
I get things you wouldn't get for another lifetime.
You're so stupid
acting like I'm the naive one?
Look in the mirror and figure yourself out!
Stop accusing me...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2011 2:36pm
18th Mar 2011 2:36pm
Spare me
There's a wide smile across his face.
It touches from ear to ear.
His green eyes seem to glow red in the dark of the night
and his black pupils are huge from the drugs he injects into his blood.
My own blood
It was about to be splattered upon the cold wet ground of this alley.
I can't do a thing
But cowar back in fear
And hope for him to spare me.
I just wish he would do ANYTHING but this.
He reaches in his back pocket and I suck in a sharp breath.
He pulls outsomething angular
and it doesn't look like a gun.
It looks like a...
It touches from ear to ear.
His green eyes seem to glow red in the dark of the night
and his black pupils are huge from the drugs he injects into his blood.
My own blood
It was about to be splattered upon the cold wet ground of this alley.
I can't do a thing
But cowar back in fear
And hope for him to spare me.
I just wish he would do ANYTHING but this.
He reaches in his back pocket and I suck in a sharp breath.
He pulls outsomething angular
and it doesn't look like a gun.
It looks like a...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2011 3:04am
18th Mar 2011 3:04am
Plenty of blood for the bloodless
People say it's just a knife.
People say it's just a lighter.
It's not just a knife to me
And it's certainly not just a lighter.
Alighter is more than a piece of plastic and metal
Filled with lighter fluid.
It's used for more than just lighting candles
and lighting poisonous cigarettes.
You take that lighter
and flick your thumb over it oh so casually.
Just wait a few seconds until the flame is hot and dangerous
and press it to your arm.
It hurts so bad
But feels so good.
You can feel the burning all up your back
and down...
People say it's just a lighter.
It's not just a knife to me
And it's certainly not just a lighter.
Alighter is more than a piece of plastic and metal
Filled with lighter fluid.
It's used for more than just lighting candles
and lighting poisonous cigarettes.
You take that lighter
and flick your thumb over it oh so casually.
Just wait a few seconds until the flame is hot and dangerous
and press it to your arm.
It hurts so bad
But feels so good.
You can feel the burning all up your back
and down...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2011 2:22am
18th Mar 2011 2:22am
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
In January I want you here
To warm me up when it's cold.
I want to wear your jacket
and I want to hold your frostbitten hand.
I want to celebrate with a New year's kiss and a gunshot.
In February I want a kiss
I want a rose
And a romantic dinner.
Even a small bag of conversation hearts
Even that small presentwould suffice.
But you alone, my dear is enough to last me a life time.
In March I want to Frollic in fields
Full of clover.
I want to find a 4 leaved one
Just so I can say I have luck.
I want you to hold my hand...
To warm me up when it's cold.
I want to wear your jacket
and I want to hold your frostbitten hand.
I want to celebrate with a New year's kiss and a gunshot.
In February I want a kiss
I want a rose
And a romantic dinner.
Even a small bag of conversation hearts
Even that small presentwould suffice.
But you alone, my dear is enough to last me a life time.
In March I want to Frollic in fields
Full of clover.
I want to find a 4 leaved one
Just so I can say I have luck.
I want you to hold my hand...
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 2:29pm
17th Mar 2011 2:29pm
Flying
The feathers would flutter in the wind like and angel's.
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth.
and Bring me to the sky...
Let me glide high above the others.
I'd be beautiful.
I'd be a miracle.
My wings soft as satin
Soft as velvet.
I'd fly from coast to coast
Pole to Pole.
Nothing would stop me
Not even the winds of Chicago.
Not even the misiles in the places of war.
I'd never stop
Just to get away from every one else.
Adrenaline, oh the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
It's not from trouble...
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth.
and Bring me to the sky...
Let me glide high above the others.
I'd be beautiful.
I'd be a miracle.
My wings soft as satin
Soft as velvet.
I'd fly from coast to coast
Pole to Pole.
Nothing would stop me
Not even the winds of Chicago.
Not even the misiles in the places of war.
I'd never stop
Just to get away from every one else.
Adrenaline, oh the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
It's not from trouble...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 2:20pm
17th Mar 2011 2:20pm
Rejected
We both know
You're better than me.
What I'm trying to understand
is how I ever thought I had a chance.
You're beautiful
A thousand times more than I.
Why was I so foolish?
Why did I ever think?
Connections through friends
But you're still the king
and I'm just a peasant.
I wish you could see
That I see past that
superficial cover you put up
to protect yourself.
You said I was beautiful.
And we both know I think mutually.
But in this foolish, idiotic, stupid place we call the 8th grade
You're so far...
You're better than me.
What I'm trying to understand
is how I ever thought I had a chance.
You're beautiful
A thousand times more than I.
Why was I so foolish?
Why did I ever think?
Connections through friends
But you're still the king
and I'm just a peasant.
I wish you could see
That I see past that
superficial cover you put up
to protect yourself.
You said I was beautiful.
And we both know I think mutually.
But in this foolish, idiotic, stupid place we call the 8th grade
You're so far...
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