Submissions by AndyWritesPoems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have a lot of thoughts and poetry is the easiest way to get them out.
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 8:12pm
22nd May 2015 8:12pm
Two Paths Collide
Love,
can be defined as
when two paths meet,
and collide,
coinciding
with the intersection of lives.
A pain,
which thrives on goodbyes,
rises like fire
in the cruel,
twisted world, of desire.
As if
the intersection
of two vectors
mathematically states,
that they may never meet again,
two straight lines
with different destinations
and a combination of factors,
that bring us together.
Forever,
and not a second less,
the lines in the plane
of existence,
a persistent reminder
of the...
can be defined as
when two paths meet,
and collide,
coinciding
with the intersection of lives.
A pain,
which thrives on goodbyes,
rises like fire
in the cruel,
twisted world, of desire.
As if
the intersection
of two vectors
mathematically states,
that they may never meet again,
two straight lines
with different destinations
and a combination of factors,
that bring us together.
Forever,
and not a second less,
the lines in the plane
of existence,
a persistent reminder
of the...
1338 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 6:29pm
3rd Apr 2015 6:29pm
Broken Hearts and Body Parts
You cannot see a broken heart,
you cannot see a beaten brain,
you cannot see a mental breakdown,
but you damn well feel the pain.
Just because you cannot see it,
doesn’t mean it isn’t there,
and I believe in freedom,
a life where all is fair.
But like a heart that’s broken,
society can’t see,
that I’m the same as everyone,
you’re all the same as me.
Deep down we’ve all been lonely,
inside we’ve felt regret,
so how can you ignore them?
How could you forget?
The pain is always present,
it’s a fractured state...
you cannot see a beaten brain,
you cannot see a mental breakdown,
but you damn well feel the pain.
Just because you cannot see it,
doesn’t mean it isn’t there,
and I believe in freedom,
a life where all is fair.
But like a heart that’s broken,
society can’t see,
that I’m the same as everyone,
you’re all the same as me.
Deep down we’ve all been lonely,
inside we’ve felt regret,
so how can you ignore them?
How could you forget?
The pain is always present,
it’s a fractured state...
703 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2015 7:46pm
2nd Apr 2015 7:46pm
I Argue
I argue,
not because I am right,
but I have a right to be wrong,
I argue because I feel oppressed,
depressed and stressed.
I argue because my opinion,
is so much more than an echoing noise,
an effortless reverberation
or the creation of sound.
I argue because for years I have listened,
and learned, and grown.
I have shown myself worthy,
time and time again,
I am more than a wrong answer,
I’m a voice, I represent,
The needy, the lonely,
The smart, the abused,
The worthless, the hungry,
The lost and...
not because I am right,
but I have a right to be wrong,
I argue because I feel oppressed,
depressed and stressed.
I argue because my opinion,
is so much more than an echoing noise,
an effortless reverberation
or the creation of sound.
I argue because for years I have listened,
and learned, and grown.
I have shown myself worthy,
time and time again,
I am more than a wrong answer,
I’m a voice, I represent,
The needy, the lonely,
The smart, the abused,
The worthless, the hungry,
The lost and...
785 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2015 5:28pm
1st Apr 2015 5:28pm
Generation Gap
Old people, young people,
please mind the gap,
it’s a nasty piece of work,
this generation trap.
Where one looks to the future,
and one dwells on the past,
it’s the present, just receive it,
it’s here, it doesn't last,
Appreciate we’re changing,
accept traditions end,
there’s nothing strange, with making change,
and having on-line friends.
The train pulls from the station,
there’s nobody on board,
too busy minding,
the generation gap.
A fall, they can’t afford.
It’s over now, we missed the chance,
to...
please mind the gap,
it’s a nasty piece of work,
this generation trap.
Where one looks to the future,
and one dwells on the past,
it’s the present, just receive it,
it’s here, it doesn't last,
Appreciate we’re changing,
accept traditions end,
there’s nothing strange, with making change,
and having on-line friends.
The train pulls from the station,
there’s nobody on board,
too busy minding,
the generation gap.
A fall, they can’t afford.
It’s over now, we missed the chance,
to...
833 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 5:47pm
12th Mar 2015 5:47pm
Chocolate
Warm, melting streams,
The liquid of dreams.
Chunks softening
into sweet cocoa,
that slowly slide
through my oesophagus.
Sweet sugar,
my addiction.
The friction
my tongue creates
As it disintegrates heaven in my mouth.
Gasping, breathing,
my breath taken,
as I awaken from paradise.
The price of digesting reality,
leaves Utopia’s bitter-sweet after-taste.
The liquid of dreams.
Chunks softening
into sweet cocoa,
that slowly slide
through my oesophagus.
Sweet sugar,
my addiction.
The friction
my tongue creates
As it disintegrates heaven in my mouth.
Gasping, breathing,
my breath taken,
as I awaken from paradise.
The price of digesting reality,
leaves Utopia’s bitter-sweet after-taste.
719 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 8:59pm
5th Mar 2015 8:59pm
Profanity
I do not give a…
fudge
about your foul mouth,
nor the sh…sh.. sugar
that it spills.
The chilling words
That freeze my ears.
Frost – bite,
Quite close to insanity.
I care not at all,
for your use of profanity.
You little.. witch
how do you maintain
‘back chat’
with your spineless rumours
that infect innocents like plague.
Your vague allusions to English
through ‘f’ bombs that explode
into every listening ear.
Do not seek pity
as you flee the city,
I know one day you’ll return.
Will...
fudge
about your foul mouth,
nor the sh…sh.. sugar
that it spills.
The chilling words
That freeze my ears.
Frost – bite,
Quite close to insanity.
I care not at all,
for your use of profanity.
You little.. witch
how do you maintain
‘back chat’
with your spineless rumours
that infect innocents like plague.
Your vague allusions to English
through ‘f’ bombs that explode
into every listening ear.
Do not seek pity
as you flee the city,
I know one day you’ll return.
Will...
788 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 5:43pm
28th Feb 2015 5:43pm
Food For Thought
Am I an egg,
a hardened shell,
or just another
food to sell?
Am I like ice,
cold-hearted, frozen,
or hand reared fruit,
by experts, chosen?
Am I a sweet,
made to entice,
or bland and plain
like boiled rice?
Perhaps I'm rich
like coffee beans,
I don't know what
This feeling means.
But now my life
will culminate
one final dish,
a contem-plate.
a hardened shell,
or just another
food to sell?
Am I like ice,
cold-hearted, frozen,
or hand reared fruit,
by experts, chosen?
Am I a sweet,
made to entice,
or bland and plain
like boiled rice?
Perhaps I'm rich
like coffee beans,
I don't know what
This feeling means.
But now my life
will culminate
one final dish,
a contem-plate.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 10:30pm
25th Feb 2015 10:30pm
Double Negative
I’m often called a pessimist,
I see the worst in things,
I’m patiently awaiting
whatever doomsday brings,
but she is also negative,
she’s picture perfect, thus,
our minus signs can cancel out,
two negatives make ‘plus’.
She wakes up every morning,
as if it were her last,
whilst I awake to sweet daybreak,
forget the night has passed.
She smiles to the mirror,
but she hates the smile back,
I often frown, when feeling down,
my nerves under attack.
I conquered fear, she conquered me,
I lift my cloak, so she can see,...
I see the worst in things,
I’m patiently awaiting
whatever doomsday brings,
but she is also negative,
she’s picture perfect, thus,
our minus signs can cancel out,
two negatives make ‘plus’.
She wakes up every morning,
as if it were her last,
whilst I awake to sweet daybreak,
forget the night has passed.
She smiles to the mirror,
but she hates the smile back,
I often frown, when feeling down,
my nerves under attack.
I conquered fear, she conquered me,
I lift my cloak, so she can see,...
874 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 5:27pm
23rd Feb 2015 5:27pm
One Hundred And One Damnations
One hundred and one damnations,
words, written in my mind.
Bastard, burden, bender, broken,
beaten, bloodied, blind.
Virgin, as if it matters,
Nerd, as if I care,
Gay, as if it’s still a crime,
Useless, standing there.
Misfit, never quite a match,
Loner, never speaking,
Worthless, with no purpose.
Desperate, always seeking.
Emo, blackened hair and fringes,
Goth, depressed and broken,
Ghost, with skin as pale as snow
Mute, with no words spoken.
Creep, he stalks the hallways,
Freak, he stands by walls,
Pathetic, got no...
words, written in my mind.
Bastard, burden, bender, broken,
beaten, bloodied, blind.
Virgin, as if it matters,
Nerd, as if I care,
Gay, as if it’s still a crime,
Useless, standing there.
Misfit, never quite a match,
Loner, never speaking,
Worthless, with no purpose.
Desperate, always seeking.
Emo, blackened hair and fringes,
Goth, depressed and broken,
Ghost, with skin as pale as snow
Mute, with no words spoken.
Creep, he stalks the hallways,
Freak, he stands by walls,
Pathetic, got no...
843 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 11:08am
20th Feb 2015 11:08am
Jealousy's Embrace
Green sleeves of Jealousy,
That bring us together
whether I let go without a taste,
a waste of dignity, and hastily
I move in closer, closer to your face,
bringing you in tightly
in Jealousy’s embrace.
I do not know my purpose,
but I know my own desires.
The fires igniting between us
as two bodies cause friction.
An addiction to you,
I threw passion and lace,
tying you softly,
in my Jealous embrace.
What I have is not enough,
what I need I cannot own,
I have sown a seed of spite
that might bleed my Jealous tone....
That bring us together
whether I let go without a taste,
a waste of dignity, and hastily
I move in closer, closer to your face,
bringing you in tightly
in Jealousy’s embrace.
I do not know my purpose,
but I know my own desires.
The fires igniting between us
as two bodies cause friction.
An addiction to you,
I threw passion and lace,
tying you softly,
in my Jealous embrace.
What I have is not enough,
what I need I cannot own,
I have sown a seed of spite
that might bleed my Jealous tone....
813 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2015 11:08am
19th Feb 2015 11:08am
If I Could Tell A Story
If I could tell a story,
with sentences well composed,
like stage performers who rose,
when the silence was greatest.
Who wove words like thread
into every shaking head
despite the disapproving glances.
Taking chances on writing
because inside they were fighting
with demons and monsters.
Demons who told them,
they were doing it wrong,
who lied as they cried
singing sad lonely songs.
Conflicted writers,
depicted as fighters
convicted for crimes against speech.
Every voice that took to the stage
and enraged a nation...
with sentences well composed,
like stage performers who rose,
when the silence was greatest.
Who wove words like thread
into every shaking head
despite the disapproving glances.
Taking chances on writing
because inside they were fighting
with demons and monsters.
Demons who told them,
they were doing it wrong,
who lied as they cried
singing sad lonely songs.
Conflicted writers,
depicted as fighters
convicted for crimes against speech.
Every voice that took to the stage
and enraged a nation...
944 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 5:03pm
11th Feb 2015 5:03pm
I'm not your mistake so please don't correct me
I'm not your mistake,
so please don't correct me,
infect me with lies,
cut my life from existence,
your obsessive, relentless,
perfected persistence.
I'm not your mistake,
put your rubber away,
I won't be erased,
by the truth of today.
I'm not your mistake,
I'm not your correction,
I'm not the wrong answer,
but I'm far from perfection.
I'm not your mistake,
so don't break me in rage
don't crush me,
I'm not just the words on the page,
I'm not your mistake
so don't judge me like art,
after all, it's from...
so please don't correct me,
infect me with lies,
cut my life from existence,
your obsessive, relentless,
perfected persistence.
I'm not your mistake,
put your rubber away,
I won't be erased,
by the truth of today.
I'm not your mistake,
I'm not your correction,
I'm not the wrong answer,
but I'm far from perfection.
I'm not your mistake,
so don't break me in rage
don't crush me,
I'm not just the words on the page,
I'm not your mistake
so don't judge me like art,
after all, it's from...
757 reads
2 Comments
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