Submissions by Austin_Rura (Austin Rura)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just remember the adage where there's muck there's brass. Look out for a diamond in the rough, see for yourself the glass is crass
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2018 6:30am
11th Jan 2018 6:30am
Homeless Kingdom
Coattails ridden through the vagrant's spots
where ancient faces rot.
Walking on past homeless people who aren't people
that's why their called vacant lots.
Half of us just take and rob from the other half facing odds
that can shape a snowflake in the blazing hot.
A Christian paid by rich man to say being poor is greatness to God.
Like a grain of salt, an opinion piece, come take it or not.
where ancient faces rot.
Walking on past homeless people who aren't people
that's why their called vacant lots.
Half of us just take and rob from the other half facing odds
that can shape a snowflake in the blazing hot.
A Christian paid by rich man to say being poor is greatness to God.
Like a grain of salt, an opinion piece, come take it or not.
#depression
#money
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#poverty
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SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Jan 2018 3:51am
11th Jan 2018 3:51am
Humanist
(Verse I)
Just feel for the honesty of Absurdist pondering/
To thrive above survive is possible possibly/
To see perfect symmetry- It is the mystery for all to see/
More power than can be measured modestly/
Kubrick didn't have the hubris for this type of odyssey/
We the very nature of reality's prodigy/
Witness to itself optically the stars we see cosmically/
Just stare cautiously with an air of terror awesomely/
Yet some get lost in seas of thoughts and dreams to dark to see/
A leap of faith is suicide...
Just feel for the honesty of Absurdist pondering/
To thrive above survive is possible possibly/
To see perfect symmetry- It is the mystery for all to see/
More power than can be measured modestly/
Kubrick didn't have the hubris for this type of odyssey/
We the very nature of reality's prodigy/
Witness to itself optically the stars we see cosmically/
Just stare cautiously with an air of terror awesomely/
Yet some get lost in seas of thoughts and dreams to dark to see/
A leap of faith is suicide...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Feb 2017 2:50am
12th Feb 2017 2:50am
More Worthless Dead Presidents
May the cleaver beseech ya like a preacher on death row.
Never stress the pleasure, once cut twice measured, now where the fuck did your head go?
Wrote it like a poet like Ugly Kid Joe did "I'm the God damn Devil"
Pitchfork in my left hand in the other Thor's hammer.
Put them both down to spit in the booth drown in this short banger.
Some call me depressive/manic but like your at the disco don't panic and never resort to anger.
Live life for survival in the simplest.
If it doesn't feed, clothe or shelter then it doesn't interest.
No side...
Never stress the pleasure, once cut twice measured, now where the fuck did your head go?
Wrote it like a poet like Ugly Kid Joe did "I'm the God damn Devil"
Pitchfork in my left hand in the other Thor's hammer.
Put them both down to spit in the booth drown in this short banger.
Some call me depressive/manic but like your at the disco don't panic and never resort to anger.
Live life for survival in the simplest.
If it doesn't feed, clothe or shelter then it doesn't interest.
No side...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2017 1:12am
12th Feb 2017 1:12am
True to Life
Like damned animals we're outdoor people and we're always trapped freezin.
Fuck man five bucks an hour just doesn't keep my people down and eatin...
and I'm supposed to have fuckin found a meanin?- Such as as-salāmu ʿalaykum.
No... neither that nor will i ever ask to find Jesus or any other shallow "deeper meanings".
Its all a waste of time, true to life, when we could be in nature feelin fine
and i never gave a fuck how the crowd sees it.
Boys just tryna prove a point but he got a bad thesis.
So far faux pas always awkward...
Fuck man five bucks an hour just doesn't keep my people down and eatin...
and I'm supposed to have fuckin found a meanin?- Such as as-salāmu ʿalaykum.
No... neither that nor will i ever ask to find Jesus or any other shallow "deeper meanings".
Its all a waste of time, true to life, when we could be in nature feelin fine
and i never gave a fuck how the crowd sees it.
Boys just tryna prove a point but he got a bad thesis.
So far faux pas always awkward...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd Sep 2016 3:40am
2nd Sep 2016 3:40am
Truths of Life
I see now why...
these inescapable truths of life and why we lie and hide.
This society that we proclaim to be high and mighty... well we are mighty high.
It's illusory superiority
the majority
do nothing to make moral and we
are amoral liars of no fault of our own...
it is simply nature and is unavoidable although some will bitch and moan.
The thinking and the stagnant both die the very same at any given time.
The poor and the rich both cling to every penny as if they both...
these inescapable truths of life and why we lie and hide.
This society that we proclaim to be high and mighty... well we are mighty high.
It's illusory superiority
the majority
do nothing to make moral and we
are amoral liars of no fault of our own...
it is simply nature and is unavoidable although some will bitch and moan.
The thinking and the stagnant both die the very same at any given time.
The poor and the rich both cling to every penny as if they both...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Aug 2016 6:26am
25th Aug 2016 6:26am
Inescapable Truths of Life
I see now the inescapable truths of life.
The society that we proclaim high and mighty through illusory superiority to be moral the majority do nothing to make moral and are in fact amoral liars of no real fault of our own... it is simply nature and is unavoidable although there are those who like to try.
The thinking man and the stagnant man both die the very same at any given time.
The poor man and the rich man both cling to every penny as if they were both starving to buy bread.
The good man and the bad man both set aside their goals to combat each other over who is good...
The society that we proclaim high and mighty through illusory superiority to be moral the majority do nothing to make moral and are in fact amoral liars of no real fault of our own... it is simply nature and is unavoidable although there are those who like to try.
The thinking man and the stagnant man both die the very same at any given time.
The poor man and the rich man both cling to every penny as if they were both starving to buy bread.
The good man and the bad man both set aside their goals to combat each other over who is good...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2016 5:47am
25th Aug 2016 5:47am
Cold End Nothing Rotting
I feel the coldness of death approaching me as I sit much as a disobedient child squirming in my chair.
I know not what death is.
I know not what life is.
I have only sat shivering and waited in the midst of the cold.
I feel the reproach of all things that have come to pass and the somber message of what waits ahead.
I know not all mistakes I have made.
I know not what the future holds.
I have only experienced at all, it seems, to remember and wonder to no end.
I feel the will to live as a good person but a moral life is not what survival entails....
I know not what death is.
I know not what life is.
I have only sat shivering and waited in the midst of the cold.
I feel the reproach of all things that have come to pass and the somber message of what waits ahead.
I know not all mistakes I have made.
I know not what the future holds.
I have only experienced at all, it seems, to remember and wonder to no end.
I feel the will to live as a good person but a moral life is not what survival entails....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Jul 2016 7:32pm
31st Jul 2016 7:32pm
Unreasonable Reasons
I suppose that, for some unreasonable reason, there are those of us, just some of us, who inherently, by god, nature or some random chance just do not deserve to live happy lives. We are not allowed to. There are a smaller number of us still, it seems, that find beauty to be in the eye of the beholder and ignore the true face of the cards we are dealt in the rules of the game we are playing. That being said we are taught that beauty in the eye of the beholder is such a wonderful thing... then, one might wonder, just how healthy of an environment is it to live a life laughing at the very face...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
18th Apr 2016 4:05am
18th Apr 2016 4:05am
Eyes to the Sky
Head in the clouds while I'm on the ground and yet
both eyes to the sky like I still aint found it yet
where I'm at my own constellation
Like Gagileo on mental house arrest so you can feel safe if it's any consolation.
Spaceship head trip from burnin in the sun just
dilated eyes high like a shuttle
head rush smokin dead kush now that's a high motherfucker!
I have always been a gent so I think that I will bring her
I have always been a earner not a burner so I will pay for her dinner
I have always been a rapper so I'll never be a singer ...
both eyes to the sky like I still aint found it yet
where I'm at my own constellation
Like Gagileo on mental house arrest so you can feel safe if it's any consolation.
Spaceship head trip from burnin in the sun just
dilated eyes high like a shuttle
head rush smokin dead kush now that's a high motherfucker!
I have always been a gent so I think that I will bring her
I have always been a earner not a burner so I will pay for her dinner
I have always been a rapper so I'll never be a singer ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 4:02pm
12th Mar 2016 4:02pm
Random Thoughts
What is a smile? A malicious lie to disguise the tribulation and trial.
What is a frown? A casual walk around mood that keeps your head high and your mind down.
What is a home? If you can find it... it's a place to rest where you don't want to have to roam.
What am I? Just an afterthought of life.
What are friends? Just your own afterthoughts... think twice.
What are we? Occupiers of eachothers wasted times.
What is life? Just a few short goes around eachother.
What is death? We don't know anybody's true self... not even our own mother.
What is happiness? Just...
What is a frown? A casual walk around mood that keeps your head high and your mind down.
What is a home? If you can find it... it's a place to rest where you don't want to have to roam.
What am I? Just an afterthought of life.
What are friends? Just your own afterthoughts... think twice.
What are we? Occupiers of eachothers wasted times.
What is life? Just a few short goes around eachother.
What is death? We don't know anybody's true self... not even our own mother.
What is happiness? Just...
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