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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 3:09pm
31st Jan 2014 3:09pm
Say priest, what do you think you're doing:
912 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 7:22am
28th Jan 2014 7:22am
A clever girl once told me, good poetry can do without a title, it makes the poem ambiguous
841 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2014 6:42pm
27th Jan 2014 6:42pm
maar priester, wat doet u nou?
710 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 9:36pm
20th Jan 2014 9:36pm
THE WHOLE WORLD IS on Facebook/ #FlyAway:
Do you think I am not testing you?
Please think again.
Don't stop thinking, don't you...
DARE!
*I glare*
Why did you stop?
Who told you to?
Who said, that I was done with you.
I haven't found your button yet...
To restart your brain.
You maybe thought, you had me all figured out.
Well sir,
I call you INSANE.
A first impression is good.
But I bet things have changed,
since you looked away.
I'll give it one more day...
You'll come back to me...
You'll revise your opinion, just wait and...
Please think again.
Don't stop thinking, don't you...
DARE!
*I glare*
Why did you stop?
Who told you to?
Who said, that I was done with you.
I haven't found your button yet...
To restart your brain.
You maybe thought, you had me all figured out.
Well sir,
I call you INSANE.
A first impression is good.
But I bet things have changed,
since you looked away.
I'll give it one more day...
You'll come back to me...
You'll revise your opinion, just wait and...
655 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 12:48pm
12th Jan 2014 12:48pm
You're awesome when you don't try to destroy me.
728 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 1:21pm
5th Jan 2014 1:21pm
cheap excuse to promote a friend.
Guitars are sexy.
He becomes so much more attractive when he get's on stage.
But woman strumming on some strings are a popular fetish too.
Famous musicians have always been more enthralling than a slave on minimum wage.
But the groupies for the drummer, don't scream half as loud as those for the lead guitarist do.
It is her voice or it are her looks.
Those dritfwood instruments, those can't be their hooks?
Just tell me that it isn't true.
Some girls love the singer too.
He becomes so much more attractive when he get's on stage.
But woman strumming on some strings are a popular fetish too.
Famous musicians have always been more enthralling than a slave on minimum wage.
But the groupies for the drummer, don't scream half as loud as those for the lead guitarist do.
It is her voice or it are her looks.
Those dritfwood instruments, those can't be their hooks?
Just tell me that it isn't true.
Some girls love the singer too.
747 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 11:54am
19th Dec 2013 11:54am
Teenage girl shows her boobs.
1040 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Dec 2013 4:15pm
13th Dec 2013 4:15pm
I am music unheard, I am poetry unseen on forums
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
I wonder about what music really is.
I hear people talking and machines grinding and just start tripping balls.
I see bright colors running trough my emotions.
I want to preserve this feeling.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
I pretend every day that I feel as good as now.
I feel worthless and neglected at the same time.
I touch the edge of my mind and fear I'll tip over.
I cry when I think of falling down there, I don't want to die like that.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
...
I wonder about what music really is.
I hear people talking and machines grinding and just start tripping balls.
I see bright colors running trough my emotions.
I want to preserve this feeling.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
I pretend every day that I feel as good as now.
I feel worthless and neglected at the same time.
I touch the edge of my mind and fear I'll tip over.
I cry when I think of falling down there, I don't want to die like that.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
...
706 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 2:14pm
10th Dec 2013 2:14pm
Scared little boy, scarred man. I am.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the new medication I take.
I hear a buzzing in the silence.
I see dancing shadows on the walls.
I want to feel alive again.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I pretend that my heart isn't crying for a cigarette.
I feel as if my world is crumbling.
I touch my chest to hear the beating of my heart.
I worry that I might not make it.
I cry because I'll have so little to leave behind.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I understand so little of the path in front of me.
I say farewell...
I wonder if it has anything to do with the new medication I take.
I hear a buzzing in the silence.
I see dancing shadows on the walls.
I want to feel alive again.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I pretend that my heart isn't crying for a cigarette.
I feel as if my world is crumbling.
I touch my chest to hear the beating of my heart.
I worry that I might not make it.
I cry because I'll have so little to leave behind.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I understand so little of the path in front of me.
I say farewell...
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