Submissions by Babo_Bear
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 2:40pm
28th Jun 2016 2:40pm
Hands in Pockets
So I never have to hold on
So I never have to let go
I'll keep my hands in my pockets
Wherever I go
So I never have to let go
I'll keep my hands in my pockets
Wherever I go
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 2:40pm
28th Jun 2016 2:40pm
Nothing
The grass didn't grow
The snow didn't snow
The flowers never decayed
And the trees never swayed
The sky never dropped rain
The land was never claimed
The stars were left in darkness
And the moon drifted on past us
The living never bleed
The begging never plead
No memories left forgotten
No corpse laid rottin’
Just an emptiness inside
No reason to have cried
Smiles continued to infest
Even though death would be best
The snow didn't snow
The flowers never decayed
And the trees never swayed
The sky never dropped rain
The land was never claimed
The stars were left in darkness
And the moon drifted on past us
The living never bleed
The begging never plead
No memories left forgotten
No corpse laid rottin’
Just an emptiness inside
No reason to have cried
Smiles continued to infest
Even though death would be best
537 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2016 1:37pm
22nd Jun 2016 1:37pm
Just A Moment
If I could have a moment with you
I would help you to your feet
And use my words to inspire you
Like your words did for me
I would help you to your feet
And use my words to inspire you
Like your words did for me
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jun 2016 12:15pm
12th Jun 2016 12:15pm
Learning to Shed my Skin
This moment, this captured fraction of time
This feeling, the shallowness inside
This sentence, that you spit from between your lips
This life of mine, which has amounted to this
This is the end of the me, what I leave behind
This is my chance to bury the
Silence, the ignorance, the restlessness,
The old dreams, The stale passions,
What makes me: me
This is what I was
And ending this will set me free
I ain't looking for teacher or documents to my life
Not for certificates, no suit and ties
I more looking for the...
This feeling, the shallowness inside
This sentence, that you spit from between your lips
This life of mine, which has amounted to this
This is the end of the me, what I leave behind
This is my chance to bury the
Silence, the ignorance, the restlessness,
The old dreams, The stale passions,
What makes me: me
This is what I was
And ending this will set me free
I ain't looking for teacher or documents to my life
Not for certificates, no suit and ties
I more looking for the...
474 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2016 5:59pm
11th Jun 2016 5:59pm
Untitled
Only the strong hide behind insecure acts,
But even the most poetic of words can’t cover cracks
Artists pleasuring our mind with their tongues
Spitting each phrase straight out their lungs
These creatures who appear to be baked
Using their minds as a method of escape
Laid back, their thoughts are never to be spoken
Licking their lips, their resolve never to be broken
Their ability to blend, remaining overlooked or unseen
Going against the grain, a static cog in the machine
Awake enough to cautiously observe, asleep...
But even the most poetic of words can’t cover cracks
Artists pleasuring our mind with their tongues
Spitting each phrase straight out their lungs
These creatures who appear to be baked
Using their minds as a method of escape
Laid back, their thoughts are never to be spoken
Licking their lips, their resolve never to be broken
Their ability to blend, remaining overlooked or unseen
Going against the grain, a static cog in the machine
Awake enough to cautiously observe, asleep...
509 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 12:43pm
7th Jun 2016 12:43pm
Short Pep Talk
It's gonna get messy
Before it get's good
Don't regret a thing
If you did all you could
Before it get's good
Don't regret a thing
If you did all you could
530 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2016 3:58pm
14th May 2016 3:58pm
Her
We dug the scars into her
We spilt blood that stains her land
As we caused her seas to be salty
As we were the lightning that struck her sand
We made her glass, fragile and delicate
We formed her demons that stalk
And we carved the blade that pierced her
We are with her, although alone we walk
We made her entirety spin
We made her moon bleed red
As we aimed our gun forward
And pressed it against our own heads
And we are the cause of her blue skies
The reason her deserts are dry
The resentment...
We spilt blood that stains her land
As we caused her seas to be salty
As we were the lightning that struck her sand
We made her glass, fragile and delicate
We formed her demons that stalk
And we carved the blade that pierced her
We are with her, although alone we walk
We made her entirety spin
We made her moon bleed red
As we aimed our gun forward
And pressed it against our own heads
And we are the cause of her blue skies
The reason her deserts are dry
The resentment...
630 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2016 12:04pm
30th Apr 2016 12:04pm
No Louder Than a Thought
When I appear to act withdrawn
Just know that my input remains at naught
It's not arrogance; I just prefer not to babble on
Not letting my voice be any louder than a thought.
Just know that my input remains at naught
It's not arrogance; I just prefer not to babble on
Not letting my voice be any louder than a thought.
486 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 10:23am
26th Apr 2016 10:23am
Mr Raven (The King of Ego)
Hey there, Mr Raven
You don’t intimidate me
Hey there, Mr Raven
You ain't no king
If you were to fall
Your wings will weighed you down.
You not so mighty after all
Without your great big crown
You’ll be like feather
Apart from the bird
Like a small infant
Taken from the herd
So don’t look over the cliff side
And tease that you're so tall
Cause your crown is so big
It’ll be the cause of your fall
So cya’, Mr Raven
He squeaks, causing me no dismay
And takes his leave, by flying far, far away...
You don’t intimidate me
Hey there, Mr Raven
You ain't no king
If you were to fall
Your wings will weighed you down.
You not so mighty after all
Without your great big crown
You’ll be like feather
Apart from the bird
Like a small infant
Taken from the herd
So don’t look over the cliff side
And tease that you're so tall
Cause your crown is so big
It’ll be the cause of your fall
So cya’, Mr Raven
He squeaks, causing me no dismay
And takes his leave, by flying far, far away...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 11:29am
1st Apr 2016 11:29am
Contemplating
Whooooo are yooooou?
As the smoke is blown into my face
I begin to cough and we change place
With a pipe in my hand
Now I feel that I must ask the question
To that odd face, rippled in my reflection
Who are you?
I asked this vessel intertwined with my mind
Who are you?
Is this someone else's body or is it mine
Who are you?
Am I asking the right question
Am I wasting time
Am I who I think I am
Who am I?
Who am I?
I began to ponder, sat by the water
I chug a hefty breath of smoke
Who am I?
I began...
As the smoke is blown into my face
I begin to cough and we change place
With a pipe in my hand
Now I feel that I must ask the question
To that odd face, rippled in my reflection
Who are you?
I asked this vessel intertwined with my mind
Who are you?
Is this someone else's body or is it mine
Who are you?
Am I asking the right question
Am I wasting time
Am I who I think I am
Who am I?
Who am I?
I began to ponder, sat by the water
I chug a hefty breath of smoke
Who am I?
I began...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2016 3:18am
14th Mar 2016 3:18am
What I Believe
I could have ripped open the fabric which has been weaved into life
I could have carved into this world with a blunt kitchen knife
I could have risen a thousand suns
All of this, is what I could have done
At least that was what I thought
Originally I was taught to stretch my thoughts beyond the knowledge of man
think the words: "ONLY I CAN"
Never to really, truly see
Always have one eye close to watch the galaxy
which lays behind my sleeping eye
But this world grabbed me by the hand
Pulling me into a pit of “I CAN’T”
It...
I could have carved into this world with a blunt kitchen knife
I could have risen a thousand suns
All of this, is what I could have done
At least that was what I thought
Originally I was taught to stretch my thoughts beyond the knowledge of man
think the words: "ONLY I CAN"
Never to really, truly see
Always have one eye close to watch the galaxy
which lays behind my sleeping eye
But this world grabbed me by the hand
Pulling me into a pit of “I CAN’T”
It...
641 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 1:23pm
3rd Mar 2016 1:23pm
Silly Girl
So there I was
Deep in sleep without a cause
And no one left to find me
And so when I wake
I find myself in this place
Where no other seems to be
And so I crept, as I overslept
And missed the end of the world
Oh, What a silly girl
Deep in sleep without a cause
And no one left to find me
And so when I wake
I find myself in this place
Where no other seems to be
And so I crept, as I overslept
And missed the end of the world
Oh, What a silly girl
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