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
25th Nov 2013 2:02pm
25th Nov 2013 2:02pm
System failure/Programming error:
Warning!
Nicotine levels low,
start leaf rolling software.
Execute program, light death sticks.
Cough sequence initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?
Warning!
Caffeine levels low,
start liquid death software.
Execute program, throat lubrication.
Irritable bowel movements initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?
Warning!
Fat levels low,
start Mac drive tru software.
Execute program, unhappy meal.
Plastic stomach content initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?
Warning! ...
Nicotine levels low,
start leaf rolling software.
Execute program, light death sticks.
Cough sequence initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?
Warning!
Caffeine levels low,
start liquid death software.
Execute program, throat lubrication.
Irritable bowel movements initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?
Warning!
Fat levels low,
start Mac drive tru software.
Execute program, unhappy meal.
Plastic stomach content initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?
Warning! ...
649 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 1:00am
16th Oct 2013 1:00am
Heaven/Hell (this is what makes it special)
Here in Heaven and Hell, there is no time or space confined by measurements and rules.
You are surrounded by everything and everyone you ever thought of, well as longs they are dead people.
Which they are, because here there is as much of the future as there is of the past.
You can see your life flash before your eyes and you see the consequences of your choices.
The influence your life has had on others. You can see the outcomes of the ifs and the maybes.
This place is what you want it to be, this place is what you made it to be.
This place doesn't exist.
You are surrounded by everything and everyone you ever thought of, well as longs they are dead people.
Which they are, because here there is as much of the future as there is of the past.
You can see your life flash before your eyes and you see the consequences of your choices.
The influence your life has had on others. You can see the outcomes of the ifs and the maybes.
This place is what you want it to be, this place is what you made it to be.
This place doesn't exist.
655 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Oct 2013 11:32pm
1st Oct 2013 11:32pm
Ranting my frustration of blue balls
810 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 5:25pm
27th Sep 2013 5:25pm
could you care? for our planet?
down by the lake is a patch of grass.
there where my friends and I gather and smoke hash.
down by the lake is a giant oak tree.
it's shadow shields us from the sun, so we can see.
drinking our rum in the fragile grass.
waiting for the dusk, surrounded by our trash.
down by the lake there's a broken piece of land.
where the decay of vegetation has run out of hand.
as we sit there on this hard and unforgiving ground,
we mourn our past ways, not making a single sound.
as we regret how we treated our home base.
we collect our...
there where my friends and I gather and smoke hash.
down by the lake is a giant oak tree.
it's shadow shields us from the sun, so we can see.
drinking our rum in the fragile grass.
waiting for the dusk, surrounded by our trash.
down by the lake there's a broken piece of land.
where the decay of vegetation has run out of hand.
as we sit there on this hard and unforgiving ground,
we mourn our past ways, not making a single sound.
as we regret how we treated our home base.
we collect our...
601 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 00:03am
25th Sep 2013 00:03am
I might like your music but you don't like mine and that's fine
stranger sounds have met my ear.
yet how do I describe this.
my music is like that of a different species.
they meet nor your standards or your expectations.
yet how do I describe this.
so much music that differs from what is normal.
they meet nor your standards or your expectations.
and it tears you from your comfortable life.
so much music that differs from what is normal.
my music is like that of a different species.
and it tears you from your comfortable life.
though stranger sounds have met my ears.
yet how do I describe this.
my music is like that of a different species.
they meet nor your standards or your expectations.
yet how do I describe this.
so much music that differs from what is normal.
they meet nor your standards or your expectations.
and it tears you from your comfortable life.
so much music that differs from what is normal.
my music is like that of a different species.
and it tears you from your comfortable life.
though stranger sounds have met my ears.
512 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 11:52pm
24th Sep 2013 11:52pm
Dormant abilities:
Like how your brain knows what do with Information.
Like a well organized Organization,
governing the nation.
Dealing with Pollution, Solution and Destination.
Applying Celebration and depression to the right Association,
of Action and Reaction on every form of Education.
Withholding knowledge trough Evasion,
of Affection and
providing Consolation on a heart troubled by Addiction.
Doused in false Affirmation of safety and
Yet still climb the tree of self Preservation,
by reminding you of the Complications.
That love can lead to self...
Like a well organized Organization,
governing the nation.
Dealing with Pollution, Solution and Destination.
Applying Celebration and depression to the right Association,
of Action and Reaction on every form of Education.
Withholding knowledge trough Evasion,
of Affection and
providing Consolation on a heart troubled by Addiction.
Doused in false Affirmation of safety and
Yet still climb the tree of self Preservation,
by reminding you of the Complications.
That love can lead to self...
628 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 3:51pm
15th Sep 2013 3:51pm
International night of pure insomnia:
it drips out of the machine into this big glass pot.
a cup of insomnia.
we prefer to drink it hot.
we boot up our life partner and stare at her screen.
it feeds us information.
I consume it together with the caffeine.
social media that prevents me from missing out.
where you write in caps,
when in reality you'd shout.
all by myself yet not alone.
as we drink this coffee.
connected on-line every hour like a sleepless drone.
a cup of insomnia.
we prefer to drink it hot.
we boot up our life partner and stare at her screen.
it feeds us information.
I consume it together with the caffeine.
social media that prevents me from missing out.
where you write in caps,
when in reality you'd shout.
all by myself yet not alone.
as we drink this coffee.
connected on-line every hour like a sleepless drone.
670 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 3:46pm
15th Sep 2013 3:46pm
Waiting for the one
On the edge of a cliff a man there stood.
Cloaked in love, a coat and a hood.
He stirred in the immerse darkness.
As he stared onto the less.
There forever he stood.
Cloaked in love, a coat and a hood.
For he was true to love.
But his love wasn't true to him.
Cloaked in love, a coat and a hood.
He stirred in the immerse darkness.
As he stared onto the less.
There forever he stood.
Cloaked in love, a coat and a hood.
For he was true to love.
But his love wasn't true to him.
560 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 5:24pm
30th Aug 2013 5:24pm
The Open mind/ Shared trip confessions
779 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 5:18pm
30th Aug 2013 5:18pm
By streetlight and rain...
A creepy pair of eyes stare at me,
from the darkness of this never ending rain.
The tears that drop unseen from my face,
further complicate my pain.
These eyes seem judging,
as they stare into my soul.
Like x-ray, they look through me,
discovering a heart shaped hole.
I back away, prepared to run,
searching for comfort and grace.
They follow me these eyes, they do.
Like a memory I can't erase.
I've finally given up
and dropped onto my knees.
I plead these eyes to go away,
I beg them please....
from the darkness of this never ending rain.
The tears that drop unseen from my face,
further complicate my pain.
These eyes seem judging,
as they stare into my soul.
Like x-ray, they look through me,
discovering a heart shaped hole.
I back away, prepared to run,
searching for comfort and grace.
They follow me these eyes, they do.
Like a memory I can't erase.
I've finally given up
and dropped onto my knees.
I plead these eyes to go away,
I beg them please....
774 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 7:23pm
29th Aug 2013 7:23pm
WAKE UP!
Chirping birds and a singing frog,
in a swamp devoured by the fog.
The mushrooms spread their poisonous spores,
as ghosts recite their gloomy lores.
Among this sadness sits a man,
who every day comes back again.
Wasting his days until the last,
Drowning in the melancholy of his past.
in a swamp devoured by the fog.
The mushrooms spread their poisonous spores,
as ghosts recite their gloomy lores.
Among this sadness sits a man,
who every day comes back again.
Wasting his days until the last,
Drowning in the melancholy of his past.
573 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 7:18pm
29th Aug 2013 7:18pm
sell me more
The sweet scent of marijuana.
The silver product of Hollandia.
The opium of of our masses.
Disruptor of our classes.
Polluting air, lungs and heart.
Creating foul and pretentious art.
Before and after every trip,
our love / hate relationship.
The silver product of Hollandia.
The opium of of our masses.
Disruptor of our classes.
Polluting air, lungs and heart.
Creating foul and pretentious art.
Before and after every trip,
our love / hate relationship.
717 reads
4 Comments
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