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
22nd Aug 2013 1:58pm
22nd Aug 2013 1:58pm
Read first, then click the link the describtion and forget everything I said.
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 9:10pm
16th Aug 2013 9:10pm
unconvetional love poem: make of this what you will.
A love poem
Your eyes enchant me,
A radiant blue, like the Caribbean sea.
your cute little nose, so wet and warm.
I want to hold you and cuddle you, protect you from harm.
Your furry coat, so soft and so gentle to the touch.
I love you so much.
As we glide trough the snow of the Siberian tundra on our sturdy sled.
We are racing as one, me and my gorgeous pet.
It's our love that bind us not the H-back harness.
As long I treat you like a beautiful goddess.
We will get to our home in one single piece.
Were the wife is...
Your eyes enchant me,
A radiant blue, like the Caribbean sea.
your cute little nose, so wet and warm.
I want to hold you and cuddle you, protect you from harm.
Your furry coat, so soft and so gentle to the touch.
I love you so much.
As we glide trough the snow of the Siberian tundra on our sturdy sled.
We are racing as one, me and my gorgeous pet.
It's our love that bind us not the H-back harness.
As long I treat you like a beautiful goddess.
We will get to our home in one single piece.
Were the wife is...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2013 5:38pm
5th Aug 2013 5:38pm
A Rant that fails to be a Haiku
It is fucking cynical
and full of assumption.
A poetic masterpiece.
And now, a Haiku that fails to be a rant:
Cynical as fuck.
poetic masterpieces.
full of assumption.
and full of assumption.
A poetic masterpiece.
And now, a Haiku that fails to be a rant:
Cynical as fuck.
poetic masterpieces.
full of assumption.
507 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2013 10:09pm
29th Jul 2013 10:09pm
Attempts at Real life Trashed by society.
Life so far has left me wanting, has left me wanting more.
So long have I had nothing to brag about, have I had nothing at all.
No job, no wife, no money nor fame.
Not even kids to blame.
Always down on luck, be it good or bad.
I am not even depressed or sad.
I'm neither happy nor mad.
I'm not religiously extreme or politically involved.
I am these things to no extent at all.
However, I am truly blessed by a massive talent alone,
to put it into words, that which I shall whisper unheard from under my tombstone.
So long have I had nothing to brag about, have I had nothing at all.
No job, no wife, no money nor fame.
Not even kids to blame.
Always down on luck, be it good or bad.
I am not even depressed or sad.
I'm neither happy nor mad.
I'm not religiously extreme or politically involved.
I am these things to no extent at all.
However, I am truly blessed by a massive talent alone,
to put it into words, that which I shall whisper unheard from under my tombstone.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2013 10:01pm
29th Jul 2013 10:01pm
gedeelde space getuigenissen
De open geest:
De drugs die je niet genomen hebt,
ervaren door empathie.
Twee gedachten, ontstaan uit verschillende stoffen en impulsen,
gesynchroniseerd tot één symfonie.
De liederen niet on-bezongen laten,
terwijl ze bij een ander op de tong liggen.
De deuren die onze geesten scheid,
met beleid open wrikken.
Zodat we samen tot de conclusie komen,
die je alleen niet had bedacht.
En met een open geest voorzien wat een gesloten geest niet had verwacht.
De drugs die je niet genomen hebt,
ervaren door empathie.
Twee gedachten, ontstaan uit verschillende stoffen en impulsen,
gesynchroniseerd tot één symfonie.
De liederen niet on-bezongen laten,
terwijl ze bij een ander op de tong liggen.
De deuren die onze geesten scheid,
met beleid open wrikken.
Zodat we samen tot de conclusie komen,
die je alleen niet had bedacht.
En met een open geest voorzien wat een gesloten geest niet had verwacht.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 9:59pm
26th Jul 2013 9:59pm
To this world I chose to hate.
I am a piece of property of this world.
I will be a prisoner till I'm old.
All my deeds will be recorded.
All my secrets will be undone.
Every sin will be reported,
but one day I will have won.
On the hour of the eternal,
past the day of my demise.
Smoking Ganja in the inferno,
this world no longer will I despise.
::Allen Crown::
http://poetrybyallencrown.blogspot.nl/2012/04/to-this-world-i-chose-to-hate.html
I will be a prisoner till I'm old.
All my deeds will be recorded.
All my secrets will be undone.
Every sin will be reported,
but one day I will have won.
On the hour of the eternal,
past the day of my demise.
Smoking Ganja in the inferno,
this world no longer will I despise.
::Allen Crown::
http://poetrybyallencrown.blogspot.nl/2012/04/to-this-world-i-chose-to-hate.html
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Jul 2013 9:19pm
25th Jul 2013 9:19pm
life's path:
Madam Deedee placed her cards in front of me and proceeded to explain how this would work.
She said: "life is like a big long and winding road."
A grin formed on my features and I could just barely suppress a giggle. I was a bit skeptic and in my mind she couldn't have started in a more corny manner. The fortunetelling madam Deedee, continued her readings as if she hadn't noticed.
"The choices you make in life are the forks in the road, where what choice you make decides what path you shall walk next."
She moved her hands over the cards she had laid out on...
She said: "life is like a big long and winding road."
A grin formed on my features and I could just barely suppress a giggle. I was a bit skeptic and in my mind she couldn't have started in a more corny manner. The fortunetelling madam Deedee, continued her readings as if she hadn't noticed.
"The choices you make in life are the forks in the road, where what choice you make decides what path you shall walk next."
She moved her hands over the cards she had laid out on...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 6:38pm
25th Jul 2013 6:38pm
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...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 11:54am
23rd Jul 2013 11:54am
take the train to anywhere. I'll be there!
Waiting on the platform.
With nowhere to go.
Utterly bored.
Trains are so slow.
Destination anywhere,
anywhere but here.
I just want to leave this place.
I want to disappear.
Talking to these nobodies,
that seem to share my fate.
United in this travel urge,
our differences they fade.
The whistle blows.
We have to board.
We all try to escape
this hollow place, this prison fort.
Our bags are packed.
Our shoes are tied.
To the horizon,
is where we dream to ride.
With nowhere to go.
Utterly bored.
Trains are so slow.
Destination anywhere,
anywhere but here.
I just want to leave this place.
I want to disappear.
Talking to these nobodies,
that seem to share my fate.
United in this travel urge,
our differences they fade.
The whistle blows.
We have to board.
We all try to escape
this hollow place, this prison fort.
Our bags are packed.
Our shoes are tied.
To the horizon,
is where we dream to ride.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 11:48am
23rd Jul 2013 11:48am
The city:
the city,
never silent,
never sleeps.
I love u so.
The city,
always violence,
always creeps.
I don't hate you though.
Because I hate the silence,
hate to sleep.
Love this violence,
know these creeps.
never silent,
never sleeps.
I love u so.
The city,
always violence,
always creeps.
I don't hate you though.
Because I hate the silence,
hate to sleep.
Love this violence,
know these creeps.
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