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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 7:00am
19th Feb 2013 7:00am
Iron Madian
I would not save the world were it not in need of saving.
I find purpose in all I do,
Work,
Husband,
Kids,
Life doesn't tax unless there tolls to be paid.
Some one gotta foot the bill!
She wears her outside like iron, this maiden to her peers.
But the spikes they grown inward through flesh they pierce her soul!
She bleeds from internal wounds,
She finds ways to make it through.
Work,
Husband,
Kids,
They depend on her she knows.
But there's a God out there waiting,
To drive this bus of souls.
All she needs is to trust him,...
I find purpose in all I do,
Work,
Husband,
Kids,
Life doesn't tax unless there tolls to be paid.
Some one gotta foot the bill!
She wears her outside like iron, this maiden to her peers.
But the spikes they grown inward through flesh they pierce her soul!
She bleeds from internal wounds,
She finds ways to make it through.
Work,
Husband,
Kids,
They depend on her she knows.
But there's a God out there waiting,
To drive this bus of souls.
All she needs is to trust him,...
667 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 3:47am
18th Feb 2013 3:47am
Untitled
Learning when you,...I feel
When you speak to me
I feel hopeless yet I desire you
When you win
I feel like a god standing on the side of a cliff
When you leave me
I feel desperate and crazed
When you quiet down
I feel remorse
When you sleep
I feel some measure of peace
When you wake up
I feel the cycle begin again
When you are no where to be found
I feel lost, suicidal, thankful, confused
Addiction will you leave me alone
When you speak to me
I feel peace
When you win
I feel like I...
When you speak to me
I feel hopeless yet I desire you
When you win
I feel like a god standing on the side of a cliff
When you leave me
I feel desperate and crazed
When you quiet down
I feel remorse
When you sleep
I feel some measure of peace
When you wake up
I feel the cycle begin again
When you are no where to be found
I feel lost, suicidal, thankful, confused
Addiction will you leave me alone
When you speak to me
I feel peace
When you win
I feel like I...
840 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 3:31pm
16th Feb 2013 3:31pm
My view at the end of it Karen
Hearts are soft, wet and warn
They hold the key to life's lock
Hearts are meant to beat to a time
Their rhythm is our clock
Hearts feel pain from relationship
Avoid them to stay healthy?
Hearts exist by life's blood
Relationships oh so stealthy
Our hands drip red with the damage we did
To each their own self be true
I am sorry for the hole in my chest,
Its size that of your hand
and that you choose him too
For the pain of your void is still easily felt
and our hearts are still expose
...
They hold the key to life's lock
Hearts are meant to beat to a time
Their rhythm is our clock
Hearts feel pain from relationship
Avoid them to stay healthy?
Hearts exist by life's blood
Relationships oh so stealthy
Our hands drip red with the damage we did
To each their own self be true
I am sorry for the hole in my chest,
Its size that of your hand
and that you choose him too
For the pain of your void is still easily felt
and our hearts are still expose
...
637 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 3:24pm
16th Feb 2013 3:24pm
To find a dealer of hearts.
Hole where hearts were.
Walls experienced, not seen.
Instead of filling the holes with brick and mortar.
Can we face the pain with in us.
I pray we heal with flesh and blood,
With relationship,
With trust,
I pray you well as you live out how you have chosen to protect your heart.
Mine?
How do you protect what you don't have?
I took it out for you.
Blood ran down my forearms as I held it up to the alter I placed you on.
It's slipped from my fingers like you did.
I look down into the darkness,
I feel for what I can't see!
Cut my...
Walls experienced, not seen.
Instead of filling the holes with brick and mortar.
Can we face the pain with in us.
I pray we heal with flesh and blood,
With relationship,
With trust,
I pray you well as you live out how you have chosen to protect your heart.
Mine?
How do you protect what you don't have?
I took it out for you.
Blood ran down my forearms as I held it up to the alter I placed you on.
It's slipped from my fingers like you did.
I look down into the darkness,
I feel for what I can't see!
Cut my...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 5:42am
16th Feb 2013 5:42am
Straws break
Karen loves who am as a dad but doesn't have sex with me
Straws break
She loves me but wants a separate life as well
Straws break
She wants to submit to another man
Straws break I move on
Gem needs a safe place for her, but hates my past
Straws break
She loves me, but not as much as her drink
Straws break
She see my kids as wedges between us
Straws break
I choose her and crush my children's love
Straws break
She hurts my heart with her judgement
Straw breaks
I get high, she ask to experience, I cry no,...but give in
Straws...
Straws break
She loves me but wants a separate life as well
Straws break
She wants to submit to another man
Straws break I move on
Gem needs a safe place for her, but hates my past
Straws break
She loves me, but not as much as her drink
Straws break
She see my kids as wedges between us
Straws break
I choose her and crush my children's love
Straws break
She hurts my heart with her judgement
Straw breaks
I get high, she ask to experience, I cry no,...but give in
Straws...
650 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 5:40am
16th Feb 2013 5:40am
Poet?
Poet?
The poet in me is a lie,
He is a spin doctor of darkness
Select words, cool phrase, shined pain like a polished turd
Deep thinking requires thought
Thought brings pain
Fight or flight,.....I run
I am reactionary
I am an membrane of cells
Jerking to the electrical shock of existence
In an effort to live verses react
I eat my pain,
I swallow the poisin and try not to react
Tortured memories
I am a pain bulimic
I fill up on the misery
When it gets to much, I turn on it
I use my pain as a...
The poet in me is a lie,
He is a spin doctor of darkness
Select words, cool phrase, shined pain like a polished turd
Deep thinking requires thought
Thought brings pain
Fight or flight,.....I run
I am reactionary
I am an membrane of cells
Jerking to the electrical shock of existence
In an effort to live verses react
I eat my pain,
I swallow the poisin and try not to react
Tortured memories
I am a pain bulimic
I fill up on the misery
When it gets to much, I turn on it
I use my pain as a...
686 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 8:26pm
15th Feb 2013 8:26pm
A little peace
I set in the still house
A sense of peace has settled to my bones
A loving God has touched me
This is a place unfamiliar
No task, no need, just acceptance
For this I am thankful
For this I am humbled
For this I am motivated
To seek Him more
A sense of peace has settled to my bones
A loving God has touched me
This is a place unfamiliar
No task, no need, just acceptance
For this I am thankful
For this I am humbled
For this I am motivated
To seek Him more
640 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 8:23pm
15th Feb 2013 8:23pm
Reaching up for God
I looked into the mirror and saw nothing but the abyss of my drug blown pupils the blackhole 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
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
960 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 4:06am
15th Feb 2013 4:06am
Lost and found
Lost souls
Lost opportunities
Lost love
Lost composure
Found pain
Found dope
Found escape
Found hate
Lost relationship
Lost esteem
Lost respect
Lost freedom
Found weakness
Found pain again!
Found helpless and hopeless
Found prayer
Lost opportunities
Lost love
Lost composure
Found pain
Found dope
Found escape
Found hate
Lost relationship
Lost esteem
Lost respect
Lost freedom
Found weakness
Found pain again!
Found helpless and hopeless
Found prayer
827 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 4:05am
15th Feb 2013 4:05am
Still breathing
I sit alone tonight in the midst of ashes
relationships, burnt offerings to the god of survival
Pain seems unlivable but here I sit still breathing
Did the offerings have to be burnt
Did i have to become this primal being rapping and pillaging to survive
It felt so at the time but here I sit still breathing
So now that the ones I sacrificed are not here
I sit alone but I am still breathing
Damaged lives all around me son, daughter, wives past, siblings and parent
Parts of their lives lost in my burnt offerings, but here I sit still breathing
I want to...
relationships, burnt offerings to the god of survival
Pain seems unlivable but here I sit still breathing
Did the offerings have to be burnt
Did i have to become this primal being rapping and pillaging to survive
It felt so at the time but here I sit still breathing
So now that the ones I sacrificed are not here
I sit alone but I am still breathing
Damaged lives all around me son, daughter, wives past, siblings and parent
Parts of their lives lost in my burnt offerings, but here I sit still breathing
I want to...
774 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 2:32pm
14th Feb 2013 2:32pm
Meditation of the undead
Quiet places
Tranquil spots for some
Not me
The quiet awakens the screaming in my head
Alone is a fucked up place for an addict
Crazy is only quiet when noise drowns it out
Music used to answer, now the screaming over comes it
Learn to exist in the noise, but not how to live
I am a zombie, but only in quiet places
Tranquil spots for some
Not me
The quiet awakens the screaming in my head
Alone is a fucked up place for an addict
Crazy is only quiet when noise drowns it out
Music used to answer, now the screaming over comes it
Learn to exist in the noise, but not how to live
I am a zombie, but only in quiet places
701 reads
3 Comments
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