Submissions by Andy_Mae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2018 10:03pm
30th May 2018 10:03pm
Man's Best Friend
I am your guardian,
here beside your bed.
So go ahead friend,
rest your weary head.
Call me when you're scared,
curl up close and warm.
'Cause when the beasties come,
I'll be here to inform.
I am your friend,
here, beside your bed.
Go on my child,
sleep away the dread.
Call me when you're sad,
my ears are always open.
Your words, my human bff,
are the most important ever spoken.
I am your servant,
here beside your bed.
Feel free master,
to pat my big strong...
here beside your bed.
So go ahead friend,
rest your weary head.
Call me when you're scared,
curl up close and warm.
'Cause when the beasties come,
I'll be here to inform.
I am your friend,
here, beside your bed.
Go on my child,
sleep away the dread.
Call me when you're sad,
my ears are always open.
Your words, my human bff,
are the most important ever spoken.
I am your servant,
here beside your bed.
Feel free master,
to pat my big strong...
#dogs
#animals
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2018 9:22pm
30th May 2018 9:22pm
F.U. BSL
You say I am a monster,
a beast of anger and hate.
You say my friends and family,
are bound for a nasty fate.
You think you know it all,
every odd and every end.
You listen to the reports,
still, for you, my back would bend.
You look at me and see a monster,
you pull your children away.
You fear my very existence,
but for you, tonight I'll pray.
You don't see the love,
the kisses and the cuddles.
You don't know the pain,
the losses, and the struggles.
You refuse to learn,
refuse...
a beast of anger and hate.
You say my friends and family,
are bound for a nasty fate.
You think you know it all,
every odd and every end.
You listen to the reports,
still, for you, my back would bend.
You look at me and see a monster,
you pull your children away.
You fear my very existence,
but for you, tonight I'll pray.
You don't see the love,
the kisses and the cuddles.
You don't know the pain,
the losses, and the struggles.
You refuse to learn,
refuse...
#dogs
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Oct 2014 3:06pm
4th Oct 2014 3:06pm
Zombies?
In a house full of fantastical freedom,
I have nightmares.
Nightmares of the
broken, uninspired, muse-less sort.
Zombies stealing my friends from cars,
cats going insane.
Tell me why I am demented,
as I watch the cat tear out
my lover's eyes.
Tell me how perfect your dreams are,
as my friend is dragged out of the car
by a ghoul from Fall Out 3.
Give me a reason, just one,
and soon, very, very soon,
you shall be my brain's
next victim.
Give me a reason to care anymore.
Can't leave the bedroom without...
I have nightmares.
Nightmares of the
broken, uninspired, muse-less sort.
Zombies stealing my friends from cars,
cats going insane.
Tell me why I am demented,
as I watch the cat tear out
my lover's eyes.
Tell me how perfect your dreams are,
as my friend is dragged out of the car
by a ghoul from Fall Out 3.
Give me a reason, just one,
and soon, very, very soon,
you shall be my brain's
next victim.
Give me a reason to care anymore.
Can't leave the bedroom without...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 9:04pm
3rd Oct 2014 9:04pm
Hush Little Baby
I felt you there,
so close yet so far.
Two months to go,
my bright little star.
I saw your picture,
and I felt your touch.
The way you moved,
I've never pissed so much.
Hush little baby,
I'll tuck you in.
All I need is for,
your lift to begin.
Look at us now,
together in the light.
At least, that's how I wish it was,
but for now you're out of sight.
Where did I go wrong?
Oh, I know.
Your daddy didn't like me,
and he showed me so.
Hush little baby,
don't make a sound. ...
so close yet so far.
Two months to go,
my bright little star.
I saw your picture,
and I felt your touch.
The way you moved,
I've never pissed so much.
Hush little baby,
I'll tuck you in.
All I need is for,
your lift to begin.
Look at us now,
together in the light.
At least, that's how I wish it was,
but for now you're out of sight.
Where did I go wrong?
Oh, I know.
Your daddy didn't like me,
and he showed me so.
Hush little baby,
don't make a sound. ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 3:11am
3rd Oct 2014 3:11am
The First Needle
The sharp pinch was there before I was ready,
the rough belt removed before I could get steady.
He said not to whimper and fight and holler,
or he'd have to use his hands as a collar.
Call the doctor, call the nurse!
I didn't use the needle first!
Breaking down from the inside out,
that's what it feels like while I shout.
The high fades and the low begins,
my heart beat slows as I contemplate my sins.
Fading faster and faster, whirling round and round,
could someone come, already, and put me in the ground?
There's a...
the rough belt removed before I could get steady.
He said not to whimper and fight and holler,
or he'd have to use his hands as a collar.
Call the doctor, call the nurse!
I didn't use the needle first!
Breaking down from the inside out,
that's what it feels like while I shout.
The high fades and the low begins,
my heart beat slows as I contemplate my sins.
Fading faster and faster, whirling round and round,
could someone come, already, and put me in the ground?
There's a...
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8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2013 3:10pm
8th Dec 2013 3:10pm
You and Me, Baby.
You and me, baby,
we make the sky fall.
Your callused hands on my skin,
boy, we've got it all.
You and me, baby,
we like it real rough.
Nails and teeth breakin' skin,
blood is never enough.
You and me, baby,
we were made for each other.
Your soul light, mine dark,
we just fit together.
You and me, baby,
we ain't afraid.
A little pain with the pleasure,
It's just how we're made.
You and me, baby,
it's a gift from above.
Some call it deranged...
Me? I call it love.
we make the sky fall.
Your callused hands on my skin,
boy, we've got it all.
You and me, baby,
we like it real rough.
Nails and teeth breakin' skin,
blood is never enough.
You and me, baby,
we were made for each other.
Your soul light, mine dark,
we just fit together.
You and me, baby,
we ain't afraid.
A little pain with the pleasure,
It's just how we're made.
You and me, baby,
it's a gift from above.
Some call it deranged...
Me? I call it love.
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3 Comments
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