Submissions by Bgoodys (ghost writer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
IM NO POET MAYBE MORE OF A DREAMER IN A WORLD I FELT IVE BEEN IN FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS REPEATING SAME ACTS MAYBE THIS IS SALVATION
the ferryman named Grim
A lost soul asking for a toll. No heaven or hell. No reason or does it care when and where to take you there. God reasons with the slave as well as Lucifer. Stuck between worlds with no emotions can't laugh or cry not capable. Forever a servant very adaptable good or evil don't prevail. Ferryman has his own rules and they are simple, no conscience or grief only a request pay the toll. He will always accept. Forever a slave to his maker and his equal. He rows his boat to collect the souls destined for a light or the dark he never knows where he belongs its a twisted curse that he accepts he is...
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Vindictive
She wore a frown, he tried so hard. She played her game winning slowly he loved her dearly she couldn't ever compare to lost feelings of love but only of despair. She walked through the night in hopes of more he followed her closely wanting her more. The love you could see miles away he just gave up. Was tired of doing for a evil woman that will never be human. Her shallow self written all over her face as she quickly falls from grace.
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PSYCHO DEGENERATE
MOM WORKING LATE I ONLY SEEM TO HATE TIRED OF BEING A ADULT TIME TO BE A KID. NOT KNOWING HOW DISGUSTING IT IS TO LIVE A LIFE OF LIES. REGRET NOT THE MONSTER I BECAME NO FEELING JUST BLEEDING WEARING MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE FOR ALL TO SEE WELL THE ACT IN SESSION NEVER ENDING NEVER A BEGINNING. MY PSYCHIATRIST NEEDS A THERAPIST AFTER SEEING SOMEONE SO HOLLOW. SCRAMBLING AROUND AFRAID OF THEIR OWN SELVES. REEVALUATING THE DEGREES ON THEIR WALLS SEC OND GUESSES. THEY LEAVE THE GROWN CHILD UNDIAGNOSED CONFUSED AND VIOLENT. PARENTS VACANT LIKE HER BRAIN SHE MOVES FORWARD A STEP TO GO BACK TEN....
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relapse recognition
Up all night looking for a fight. this town they call a city. its not so pretty. I always had alot of hope till the dope got me down. seems im always wearing a frown just like these people who claim to love you i feel so empty i cannot feel the firelike anger. washing down my pill with a little liquor they say after all its quicker. a feeling of no pain no problems only for the hour replaces my heart with a warm feeling throughout. Back to my darkness want to join me? If your a genius about it say NO if your appealed by it give in i wont judge or burn you dowj just always remember before u...
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