Submissions by BlackaToasty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Under every psycho, there may lie an artist.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 4:48am
12th Mar 2014 4:48am
The oh so Secret Routine
Wake and bake
shit, shower, and shave
dresses to impress, yet depressed.
Up and out throughout the drought
out and about inside the yellow monster
doubt rules mind, not heart.
Sit, walk, and eat in lines
then expected to work just fine
when dust is the ultimate reward.
Counts and countesses bark programing lectures
while inspectors keep the bricks in the wall
true eyes fall from the wall while the blind stay behind.
Left the wall and now home ..home?
bow to monsters and demons
thy that deepen...
shit, shower, and shave
dresses to impress, yet depressed.
Up and out throughout the drought
out and about inside the yellow monster
doubt rules mind, not heart.
Sit, walk, and eat in lines
then expected to work just fine
when dust is the ultimate reward.
Counts and countesses bark programing lectures
while inspectors keep the bricks in the wall
true eyes fall from the wall while the blind stay behind.
Left the wall and now home ..home?
bow to monsters and demons
thy that deepen...
578 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2014 2:29am
21st Feb 2014 2:29am
Seasons change
Spring,the time when the cold is blasted away by warmth
the time for short sleeves and sandals
the time for happiness, sunshine, and fun.
Sometimes the weather doesn't always change
the taint of cold stays inside,
long sleeves to keep cuts out of sight,
sadness and grief flood
the ones that don't change seasons.
Waves are crashing on the nights beach
stars are falling from the heavens
the happy head to the bars
while the sad imbed more scars.
The suicidal play in rivers of blood,
their livers damaged by self hurt,
listening to...
the time for short sleeves and sandals
the time for happiness, sunshine, and fun.
Sometimes the weather doesn't always change
the taint of cold stays inside,
long sleeves to keep cuts out of sight,
sadness and grief flood
the ones that don't change seasons.
Waves are crashing on the nights beach
stars are falling from the heavens
the happy head to the bars
while the sad imbed more scars.
The suicidal play in rivers of blood,
their livers damaged by self hurt,
listening to...
679 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 00:14am
7th Feb 2014 00:14am
Evil
Most people believe it comes from birth
other people believe it comes from mind
and I believe it comes from heart.
The evil that lurks can take many forms,
from the man that makes the penny
to the men that ache in the alley.
Evil doesn't always take the description of a personality,
but sometimes a prescription
or perhaps a crime?
Lets not forget the dreaded evil of the inside
the evil that imbedded its self into the mind.
Like a bucket of sludge being poured over their heads,
it caused the gears to bind, grind, and halt,
the...
other people believe it comes from mind
and I believe it comes from heart.
The evil that lurks can take many forms,
from the man that makes the penny
to the men that ache in the alley.
Evil doesn't always take the description of a personality,
but sometimes a prescription
or perhaps a crime?
Lets not forget the dreaded evil of the inside
the evil that imbedded its self into the mind.
Like a bucket of sludge being poured over their heads,
it caused the gears to bind, grind, and halt,
the...
733 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 4:21am
28th Jan 2014 4:21am
"_____" the Student.
From primary everything was fine.
All his teachers were nice and encouraging.
Then the 6th tier began,
bringing brutal work and stricter teachers.
This phase didn't last long, for the little kid adapted.
His intelligence grew, everything became easy throughout the years.
As he moved onto 8th everything seemed fine,
until he noticed a drag on his mind.
Causing him a short attention span,
and unthinkable amounts of grief.
With some teachers harassing and attacking over simple questions,
or little personal gestures,
just caused the grief and...
All his teachers were nice and encouraging.
Then the 6th tier began,
bringing brutal work and stricter teachers.
This phase didn't last long, for the little kid adapted.
His intelligence grew, everything became easy throughout the years.
As he moved onto 8th everything seemed fine,
until he noticed a drag on his mind.
Causing him a short attention span,
and unthinkable amounts of grief.
With some teachers harassing and attacking over simple questions,
or little personal gestures,
just caused the grief and...
668 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2014 10:10pm
26th Jan 2014 10:10pm
Broken words
Sticks and stones will break my bones,
But words will never hurt me!
The motto as a little kid,
That was crippled by time
Words don't hurt, they kill.
These arms protect the unprotected
They deflect the harmful words and grief,
Starting wars with attackers.
"Those fucking samplers.."
"Lets see how they like daggers."
Now, laughing as their blood runs like rivers,
While cutting out their livers,
They do nothing but pout.
"How do you like it now,"
"To feel the pain, to live in fear,"
"To be pushed to the edge,...
But words will never hurt me!
The motto as a little kid,
That was crippled by time
Words don't hurt, they kill.
These arms protect the unprotected
They deflect the harmful words and grief,
Starting wars with attackers.
"Those fucking samplers.."
"Lets see how they like daggers."
Now, laughing as their blood runs like rivers,
While cutting out their livers,
They do nothing but pout.
"How do you like it now,"
"To feel the pain, to live in fear,"
"To be pushed to the edge,...
736 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 7:53pm
23rd Jan 2014 7:53pm
Grave of the Fireflies
Once upon a time
In the realm of dreams and nightmares
There was a couple walking down a dirt road
With fire behind them, pushing them forward
The fighting spirit..
Fireflies danced about the flames, and around the couple
Admiring them like the stars.
It began to get cold
Snow began to fall
The fire dimmed
Fireflies died.
But the couple kept on,
Soon she got too cold to keep going
He couldn't just leave her there..
So he put her on his back, even though she hated it.
The snow became knee deep,
it became engulfing...
In the realm of dreams and nightmares
There was a couple walking down a dirt road
With fire behind them, pushing them forward
The fighting spirit..
Fireflies danced about the flames, and around the couple
Admiring them like the stars.
It began to get cold
Snow began to fall
The fire dimmed
Fireflies died.
But the couple kept on,
Soon she got too cold to keep going
He couldn't just leave her there..
So he put her on his back, even though she hated it.
The snow became knee deep,
it became engulfing...
939 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 00:16am
22nd Jan 2014 00:16am
Truly broken
He thought there was a limit
To all the pain and grief
But clearly
He was terribly wrong.
Along come the tears
Not cleansing tears this time
Nothing could forgive his crime
Insight of the happy, jolly, and compassionate man
Now turned to hatred, anger, and pure evil
Due to addiction
He doesn't know what to do
Enraged by thought
Restricted by size, words, and law.
"Too small..."
"What would she think of me then..."
"I'd get arrested."
I know it wasn't her fault
But id assault him if I...
To all the pain and grief
But clearly
He was terribly wrong.
Along come the tears
Not cleansing tears this time
Nothing could forgive his crime
Insight of the happy, jolly, and compassionate man
Now turned to hatred, anger, and pure evil
Due to addiction
He doesn't know what to do
Enraged by thought
Restricted by size, words, and law.
"Too small..."
"What would she think of me then..."
"I'd get arrested."
I know it wasn't her fault
But id assault him if I...
701 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 4:24pm
21st Jan 2014 4:24pm
Angels
Its too cold outside for angels to fly, an angel will die,
The sky makes their wings heavy with sleet,
The elite try to make it back to Heaven,
Yet all eleven plummet to the cold.
Taking their last breaths,
Their lives flash,
Stopped by the sudden crash,
Someone has to pick up the shards,
Of my fallen angel.
Wheeping from the heavens,
This is the defeat i cannot handle,
I'm no elite like her,
Am I obsolete?
incomplete, I take flight,
Someone has to brave the white,
Like a meteorite...
The sky makes their wings heavy with sleet,
The elite try to make it back to Heaven,
Yet all eleven plummet to the cold.
Taking their last breaths,
Their lives flash,
Stopped by the sudden crash,
Someone has to pick up the shards,
Of my fallen angel.
Wheeping from the heavens,
This is the defeat i cannot handle,
I'm no elite like her,
Am I obsolete?
incomplete, I take flight,
Someone has to brave the white,
Like a meteorite...
674 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 4:24am
21st Jan 2014 4:24am
You thought I was like the rest?
819 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 11:58pm
19th Jan 2014 11:58pm
Somethings up with Jack.
Somethings up with J̶a̶c̶k̶, Somethings up with J̶a̶c̶k̶!
Don't know when we're ever gonna get him back.
He's all alone in there, locked away inside.
Never says a word-
Hope he hasn't died."
But little did they know
That J̶a̶c̶k̶ was dead from the beginning.
Most of them never knew what was wrong with him
They just Bowed their heads and ignored him
Causing greater pain with no one to talk to
He knows this is getting out of hand
J̶a̶c̶k̶ is suffering...
Don't know when we're ever gonna get him back.
He's all alone in there, locked away inside.
Never says a word-
Hope he hasn't died."
But little did they know
That J̶a̶c̶k̶ was dead from the beginning.
Most of them never knew what was wrong with him
They just Bowed their heads and ignored him
Causing greater pain with no one to talk to
He knows this is getting out of hand
J̶a̶c̶k̶ is suffering...
778 reads
3 Comments
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