Submissions by CWS64
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Learning to let my addiction lose on paper instead of on the world, writing my darkness shows it for the self absorbed crap that it is.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 4:23am
27th Feb 2013 4:23am
Peace
Peace is found in the strangest of places
Conditioned to find it in pretty faces
Looking for it in life's possessions
People included in this selfish fashion
But found it is not in these fine looking glasses
Instead it is found in a place with three crosses
How is it found a place of such pain
Because salvation is offered with faithfulness gained
Seek ye first the kingdom of God
To walk in his sacrifice is where hearts called
See the pretty faces in a whole new light
All Gods children we were created in spite
Our fall distorts our...
Conditioned to find it in pretty faces
Looking for it in life's possessions
People included in this selfish fashion
But found it is not in these fine looking glasses
Instead it is found in a place with three crosses
How is it found a place of such pain
Because salvation is offered with faithfulness gained
Seek ye first the kingdom of God
To walk in his sacrifice is where hearts called
See the pretty faces in a whole new light
All Gods children we were created in spite
Our fall distorts our...
747 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 3:18am
27th Feb 2013 3:18am
Currency, love, God
Partners,
Players
Stock holders, traders
Loves like a bank
Shares based on faith
When the market falls,
Or the man instead
Asset liquidation surely begins
This window we build
In our lives about love
Stock holders burned
Banks in default
Our picture of god
Is truly distorted
To the living experiences
Of buying and selling
In god we trust on our money
But not on our hearts
Players
Stock holders, traders
Loves like a bank
Shares based on faith
When the market falls,
Or the man instead
Asset liquidation surely begins
This window we build
In our lives about love
Stock holders burned
Banks in default
Our picture of god
Is truly distorted
To the living experiences
Of buying and selling
In god we trust on our money
But not on our hearts
609 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 4:07am
25th Feb 2013 4:07am
A truth not easily accepted
(Dope has no power
It is an inanimate object
I have to animate by choosing to place it in my body)
I am a junkie
I succumb to dope
I lie!
I am a junkie
I succumb to my lack of ability to face life in its truth
I accept!
I am a junkie
I succumb to excuse
I rationalize.
I am an a junkie
I succumb to my bottom
I brake.
I am an addict
I succumb to a new way of thinking
I reach out.
I am an addict
I succumb to my powerlessness
I...
It is an inanimate object
I have to animate by choosing to place it in my body)
I am a junkie
I succumb to dope
I lie!
I am a junkie
I succumb to my lack of ability to face life in its truth
I accept!
I am a junkie
I succumb to excuse
I rationalize.
I am an a junkie
I succumb to my bottom
I brake.
I am an addict
I succumb to a new way of thinking
I reach out.
I am an addict
I succumb to my powerlessness
I...
949 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 6:56pm
23rd Feb 2013 6:56pm
Two poems one prayer
Prayer
I looked into the mirror and saw nothing but the abyss of my drug blown pupils. the black hole of my addiction.
My soul fell uncontrollably into it.
I dove head first into the hidden shadows of my being.
I had nothing to grasp but the darkness surrounding me.
I do not believe it had a bottom.
Two options left.
To continue into this living death.
Or reach up out of it.
I am reaching.
God take my hand.
Answer
I set in the still house
A since of peace has settled to my bones
A loving God has touched me
This is a place...
I looked into the mirror and saw nothing but the abyss of my drug blown pupils. the black hole of my addiction.
My soul fell uncontrollably into it.
I dove head first into the hidden shadows of my being.
I had nothing to grasp but the darkness surrounding me.
I do not believe it had a bottom.
Two options left.
To continue into this living death.
Or reach up out of it.
I am reaching.
God take my hand.
Answer
I set in the still house
A since of peace has settled to my bones
A loving God has touched me
This is a place...
921 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 9:49am
23rd Feb 2013 9:49am
Life saving things
Love that I write.
Found its saving my life.
Spills on to paper like paint from a brush.
The pain inside let lose with out hush.
Creativity flows cleansing my soul.
Escape from addiction and it's dark hole.
I am learning to like the person I am.
With out meth or coke into my vein slammed.
Creation Gods work it can be express through me.
Should I continue to choose it, a life found drug free.
My God, my family, my friends of Christ faith.
They help me let lose my cold heart of hate.
Hate of God,
Ruined spiritual health,
My...
Found its saving my life.
Spills on to paper like paint from a brush.
The pain inside let lose with out hush.
Creativity flows cleansing my soul.
Escape from addiction and it's dark hole.
I am learning to like the person I am.
With out meth or coke into my vein slammed.
Creation Gods work it can be express through me.
Should I continue to choose it, a life found drug free.
My God, my family, my friends of Christ faith.
They help me let lose my cold heart of hate.
Hate of God,
Ruined spiritual health,
My...
794 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 2:23am
23rd Feb 2013 2:23am
Fallin man acrostic
Fallin man
F**ked up user
Alien in his skin
Loves his addiction
Lust, drink or sin
Insanity, chaos lived in
Naked darkness, self abuser
Made in His image
Arrogant in my choices
No more honoring my creations lineage
F**ked up user
Alien in his skin
Loves his addiction
Lust, drink or sin
Insanity, chaos lived in
Naked darkness, self abuser
Made in His image
Arrogant in my choices
No more honoring my creations lineage
631 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 00:09am
23rd Feb 2013 00:09am
Ok teaser, it's finished I need ideas to publish it, 15 pages
725 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 11:11pm
21st Feb 2013 11:11pm
Lacing
She stands before me, in silken panties
Topless, the fresh smell of still damp skin
The towel drops as she lifts her arms and I wrap her in the satin blue corset
Now the sexy slope of her back faces me
The long black lace weaves thought the grommets
I kiss her back softly with each pass
Lost in this moment
It is a ritual, a spiritual experience for me
As the lace works up to her shoulder I kiss all the more
She tilts her head to expose her neck
welcoming my mouth
lost in the moment as well
I step back a bit to pull the laces tight
She...
Topless, the fresh smell of still damp skin
The towel drops as she lifts her arms and I wrap her in the satin blue corset
Now the sexy slope of her back faces me
The long black lace weaves thought the grommets
I kiss her back softly with each pass
Lost in this moment
It is a ritual, a spiritual experience for me
As the lace works up to her shoulder I kiss all the more
She tilts her head to expose her neck
welcoming my mouth
lost in the moment as well
I step back a bit to pull the laces tight
She...
701 reads
0 Comments
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