Submissions by Allen_crown
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want to become a rising star and show everyone my skills in the written word area.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 11:46am
14th Sep 2015 11:46am
Un-truths and double think.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 11:38am
14th Sep 2015 11:38am
Rough draft: My God is better than yours
There's trouble on the wired.
Ever since Cyberia launched, history has been going into overdrive.
The real world is leaking in and merging.
Secret societies are popping up like wildfires, while safe spaces and echo chambers disappear.
You are not alone, we are all connected.
Nobodies have a voice and somebody is being silenced.
Speak whatever is on your mind while it is still legal.
There is art combating censorship and censorship combating art.
Anonymity is running rampant and being too exposed is affecting the real world.
Kids pretending to be...
Ever since Cyberia launched, history has been going into overdrive.
The real world is leaking in and merging.
Secret societies are popping up like wildfires, while safe spaces and echo chambers disappear.
You are not alone, we are all connected.
Nobodies have a voice and somebody is being silenced.
Speak whatever is on your mind while it is still legal.
There is art combating censorship and censorship combating art.
Anonymity is running rampant and being too exposed is affecting the real world.
Kids pretending to be...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2015 10:20pm
14th Apr 2015 10:20pm
I am calmy pissed off.
I am calmly pissed off.
I wonder how a world can see anything through such blind eyes.
I hear celebrity blabber and
I see viral videos.
I want to know who these people are that are making them go viral like that.
I am calmly pissed off.
I pretend to not care about the whole rampaging Internet society, but they are my audience.
I feel I need them, but I need them to grow up. strap a set of balls on, show a little wit.
I touch my cranium and scratch it proudly, I can no longer stroke my beard.
I worry if I'll still be able to buy sedatives like alcohol...
I wonder how a world can see anything through such blind eyes.
I hear celebrity blabber and
I see viral videos.
I want to know who these people are that are making them go viral like that.
I am calmly pissed off.
I pretend to not care about the whole rampaging Internet society, but they are my audience.
I feel I need them, but I need them to grow up. strap a set of balls on, show a little wit.
I touch my cranium and scratch it proudly, I can no longer stroke my beard.
I worry if I'll still be able to buy sedatives like alcohol...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 2:41pm
6th Apr 2014 2:41pm
She Probably Has A Boyfriend.
She Probably Has A Boyfriend.
"Hello, I'm that creep that posted something on your new picture last week.
Why haven't you gotten back to me?"
If you think that is creepy, then you are right.
I you think that is exaggerated, you must not have been to the Internet before.
I can not imagine what it would be like, to be a woman and surfing the web.
I can not imagine, what it would feel like to see the comment, "babe I love you" at least ten times per day.
Or "girl you're so pretty", for every picture you upload.
I...
"Hello, I'm that creep that posted something on your new picture last week.
Why haven't you gotten back to me?"
If you think that is creepy, then you are right.
I you think that is exaggerated, you must not have been to the Internet before.
I can not imagine what it would be like, to be a woman and surfing the web.
I can not imagine, what it would feel like to see the comment, "babe I love you" at least ten times per day.
Or "girl you're so pretty", for every picture you upload.
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 12:01pm
26th Mar 2014 12:01pm
Overly Attached Boyfriend (a manifesto of my fears.)
Maybe, I should just strap a bandanna around my forehead like a hippie.
To stop this scratching and let it heal.
Because it's itching on my brain,
is this the way of how I feel?
For there are butterflies in my stomach and I have lost my appetite.
I'm afraid that I'm too clingy,
but it felt like we were tight.
Am I right?
Maybe I'm just paranoid, or preparing for the worst.
When will I learn to fight?
I flee before the final act.
Call for the curtains, over stage fright.
I love you, that I'm sure of.
But I'm too poor to buy new...
To stop this scratching and let it heal.
Because it's itching on my brain,
is this the way of how I feel?
For there are butterflies in my stomach and I have lost my appetite.
I'm afraid that I'm too clingy,
but it felt like we were tight.
Am I right?
Maybe I'm just paranoid, or preparing for the worst.
When will I learn to fight?
I flee before the final act.
Call for the curtains, over stage fright.
I love you, that I'm sure of.
But I'm too poor to buy new...
749 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 2:24pm
12th Mar 2014 2:24pm
A world between Internet and reality
948 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 11:03am
6th Mar 2014 11:03am
Black sludge, drips from the pen, onto the canvas.
771 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 1:42pm
25th Feb 2014 1:42pm
The witch who wanted to play god.
"They come alive." She says, as she strikes the paper with her brush, redefining painting.
Anna has a lot of imagination and her drawings are amazing .
They seem to come alive, when the light hits them in the right way.
She defines new species of creatures, almost every day.
She sits in her room drawing a new world, a new planet, a new earth.
She's fed up with this ugly world,
it's time for a rebirth.
Close the world, txen eht nepO.
Anna has a lot of imagination and her drawings are amazing .
They seem to come alive, when the light hits them in the right way.
She defines new species of creatures, almost every day.
She sits in her room drawing a new world, a new planet, a new earth.
She's fed up with this ugly world,
it's time for a rebirth.
Close the world, txen eht nepO.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 6:29pm
7th Feb 2014 6:29pm
molecule for molecule
Daily I meet new people.
Daily a new victim, who I will subject to heavy analyses, who I will break down molecule for molecule,
till I reach there core and see their real face.
Because humans are only just monsters, day in day out dressed up like it's Halloween.
A pack of wolves in sheep clothing, where I as a snake slither between their stamping feet.
Ears open, nose held high, my clear minds eye observes their behaviors en my sweet tongue copies their words.
Too which they later will listen to as though they were hypnotized.
Under the company of these...
Daily a new victim, who I will subject to heavy analyses, who I will break down molecule for molecule,
till I reach there core and see their real face.
Because humans are only just monsters, day in day out dressed up like it's Halloween.
A pack of wolves in sheep clothing, where I as a snake slither between their stamping feet.
Ears open, nose held high, my clear minds eye observes their behaviors en my sweet tongue copies their words.
Too which they later will listen to as though they were hypnotized.
Under the company of these...
870 reads
4 Comments
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