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
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Sep 2014 4:25pm
29th Sep 2014 4:25pm
Cliche' of Dreams or Ostracized Defence Mechanism?
All cliches' aside, in my own personal form I now understand what having a dream means.
Having a dream means nothing in the now can even come close to touching you.
Nothing in the now means anything but the next step on your path to reaching whatever you dream of.
Having a dream means that your body is a shell, a vessel to get hit, thrown, bled and banged around until all thats left is the soul inside and its dream; for, without the dream, survival would be completely impossible. Completely impossible in a world of those who scoff at dreaming and prefer to be living nightmares...
Having a dream means nothing in the now can even come close to touching you.
Nothing in the now means anything but the next step on your path to reaching whatever you dream of.
Having a dream means that your body is a shell, a vessel to get hit, thrown, bled and banged around until all thats left is the soul inside and its dream; for, without the dream, survival would be completely impossible. Completely impossible in a world of those who scoff at dreaming and prefer to be living nightmares...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2014 11:40am
25th Sep 2014 11:40am
Hippy and Proud
1, 2
1, 2
tell me what it do to be hippy and proud
do what i do you should get high too hit me some loud
and if you feelin down fool give me a shout
When we up on the stage
you might play along we might take all day
and the music play for weeks through...
and the music play for weeks through...
And if and when the music stop, thats when the weed do...
oh, you in love with cannabis?- yeah me too...
others they just cant stand for this, we keep smokin this, this plants just anti cancerous, wind up...
1, 2
tell me what it do to be hippy and proud
do what i do you should get high too hit me some loud
and if you feelin down fool give me a shout
When we up on the stage
you might play along we might take all day
and the music play for weeks through...
and the music play for weeks through...
And if and when the music stop, thats when the weed do...
oh, you in love with cannabis?- yeah me too...
others they just cant stand for this, we keep smokin this, this plants just anti cancerous, wind up...
723 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 9:31pm
10th Sep 2014 9:31pm
I am Right and You are Wrong
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Sep 2014 10:57am
8th Sep 2014 10:57am
A List for Your Concideration
"boss"
"controller"
"captain"
"lord"
"king"
"queen"
"highness"
"master"
"consummate"
"pope"
"father"
"head of the flock"
"ruler"
"leader"
"god"
"protector"
"director"
"manager"
"overseer"
"chief"
"officer"
"commander"
"chief commanding officer" (which i find a bit redundant)...
"controller"
"captain"
"lord"
"king"
"queen"
"highness"
"master"
"consummate"
"pope"
"father"
"head of the flock"
"ruler"
"leader"
"god"
"protector"
"director"
"manager"
"overseer"
"chief"
"officer"
"commander"
"chief commanding officer" (which i find a bit redundant)...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 3:42am
4th Sep 2014 3:42am
f**kin' Crackheads Man.
Some people born to be fuckin' crackheads,
and that's enough said.
Some people born to be fuckin crackheads,
and that's enough said.
Some people just born to be nothing but fucking crackheads,
and i'm sorry but that's just about enough said.
and that's enough said.
Some people born to be fuckin crackheads,
and that's enough said.
Some people just born to be nothing but fucking crackheads,
and i'm sorry but that's just about enough said.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 3:21am
29th Aug 2014 3:21am
Real Men Don't Hit Women
shes a mother
so she weeps,
worry, cook, clean the house and put all those kids to sleep.
then the father comes home... evil in his eyes, mom is like "what have i done wrong"
angry as ever, instantly blood everywhere,
now the children all awake,
now the children stay awake.
now the children pray for sleep.
us and mom we'll never sleep again,
father comes and goes, we wish he'd find his end
three lives are ruined, and one man is proud.
How is he human, how is he, how?
How are we human, how are we, how?
Just look, are we...
so she weeps,
worry, cook, clean the house and put all those kids to sleep.
then the father comes home... evil in his eyes, mom is like "what have i done wrong"
angry as ever, instantly blood everywhere,
now the children all awake,
now the children stay awake.
now the children pray for sleep.
us and mom we'll never sleep again,
father comes and goes, we wish he'd find his end
three lives are ruined, and one man is proud.
How is he human, how is he, how?
How are we human, how are we, how?
Just look, are we...
732 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 9:03am
25th Aug 2014 9:03am
Bullshit Bullies
you dont know me fuck around
i see you pickin on the lonely and the down
makin homie frown
think again you fuckin reject
i'll defend i'll protect
yall could use just a little bit of fuckin respect for your fellow human beings
remove yourself from society and you too will start to see things
that you dont like
shit that dont appear right
murder rape and theft all in plain sight!
fuck every murderer that gets released like a disease
why we so impressed when the supposed holy ones put our heads under water so we cant breathe?
and fuck all you...
i see you pickin on the lonely and the down
makin homie frown
think again you fuckin reject
i'll defend i'll protect
yall could use just a little bit of fuckin respect for your fellow human beings
remove yourself from society and you too will start to see things
that you dont like
shit that dont appear right
murder rape and theft all in plain sight!
fuck every murderer that gets released like a disease
why we so impressed when the supposed holy ones put our heads under water so we cant breathe?
and fuck all you...
737 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 8:47am
22nd Aug 2014 8:47am
Life is a Crime
livin lifes a crime
livin lifes a crime
livin livin livin
life is a crime
so we just do our time
the opposite of congress is progress are we just out our mind?
is it justice we ask ourselves when its just us are we all so blind?
in the ruling class youll find
boredom ignorant empty minds and stomachs filled with lies
caring not for the child who sits sick and cries cursed with flies
lorded over by the guise
of peace and welfare while the beast and hell are on the rise
tell them that the prize is of a heavenly size,...
livin lifes a crime
livin livin livin
life is a crime
so we just do our time
the opposite of congress is progress are we just out our mind?
is it justice we ask ourselves when its just us are we all so blind?
in the ruling class youll find
boredom ignorant empty minds and stomachs filled with lies
caring not for the child who sits sick and cries cursed with flies
lorded over by the guise
of peace and welfare while the beast and hell are on the rise
tell them that the prize is of a heavenly size,...
910 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2014 9:25am
16th Aug 2014 9:25am
Four Horseman
One horseman glowing with no sign of slowing.
A bright white knight who brings only knowledge of christ and no pity for poor human life
throw them a bible, just let them all starve.
a trail of mans pestilence your horse shall carve.
the first on a white horse
dressed in red the second shall ride forth
literally on his high horse
he's no liberal see the republican red is for the side of might making the wrong yet the right force
next cometh the black and then the pale followed by hell.
the black horse for famine, he's the one who makes sure the...
A bright white knight who brings only knowledge of christ and no pity for poor human life
throw them a bible, just let them all starve.
a trail of mans pestilence your horse shall carve.
the first on a white horse
dressed in red the second shall ride forth
literally on his high horse
he's no liberal see the republican red is for the side of might making the wrong yet the right force
next cometh the black and then the pale followed by hell.
the black horse for famine, he's the one who makes sure the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 9:58am
15th Aug 2014 9:58am
Only Pricks Live Forever
suicide aint selfish
move outside your self and find out just where hell is.
only the good die young and pricks live forever.
when its everyday in the dark storms of life you hope for sun but always expectin more weather
fuck your hatred and your words of wisdom let the dead sleep.
over half you just wont make it to the kingdom how much you wanna bet me?
measure how much good youve done,
whether you gave pleasure to your girl, respectin her to the letter and just how well you raised your son.
dont count your earthly treasures they're no good when you are gone...
move outside your self and find out just where hell is.
only the good die young and pricks live forever.
when its everyday in the dark storms of life you hope for sun but always expectin more weather
fuck your hatred and your words of wisdom let the dead sleep.
over half you just wont make it to the kingdom how much you wanna bet me?
measure how much good youve done,
whether you gave pleasure to your girl, respectin her to the letter and just how well you raised your son.
dont count your earthly treasures they're no good when you are gone...
724 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 9:36am
15th Aug 2014 9:36am
Hi... i high (insert clever poem title here)
buy a bag go on and try my stash
blueberry kush barely move any let alone push
toke a bowl yeah own your soul
super yoda for the newer stoner
smoke the weed ya know ya need
grandaddy purps, like do you hear those birds?..
yeah... lets grow and use so we can smoke that fuse!
blueberry kush barely move any let alone push
toke a bowl yeah own your soul
super yoda for the newer stoner
smoke the weed ya know ya need
grandaddy purps, like do you hear those birds?..
yeah... lets grow and use so we can smoke that fuse!
734 reads
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