Submissions by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just enjoy writing if my mind allows me to. Nothing serious.
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2018 8:38am
23rd Jan 2018 8:38am
Less than slash three
Something like 15 years.
Finally got my chance.
My pain, I cannot exude romance.
The way I feel I can.
Over in a flash.
I'd say the same thing if it were lifetimes.
One night was not enough.
My smile holds no one to really blame.
I wish for her the best.
Always knew it wasn't me.
So now I spew all this bullshit.
Just in my head stuck wondering.
Over analyzing. Of all my miniscule details.
Perfect wouldn't be good enough but i fear I'll never get there.
I have no real reason, to share this all aloud.
I sit...
Finally got my chance.
My pain, I cannot exude romance.
The way I feel I can.
Over in a flash.
I'd say the same thing if it were lifetimes.
One night was not enough.
My smile holds no one to really blame.
I wish for her the best.
Always knew it wasn't me.
So now I spew all this bullshit.
Just in my head stuck wondering.
Over analyzing. Of all my miniscule details.
Perfect wouldn't be good enough but i fear I'll never get there.
I have no real reason, to share this all aloud.
I sit...
#love
#regret
#breakup
#MovingOn
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2017 6:32am
29th Nov 2017 6:32am
Squandering
I've squandered so many hours staring at these lights, that they've shined into years.-
I've longed for fortified towers to hold back the fight, that they've encased me in fear.-
Walls built too tall, leaning in from lack of foundation.-
The stones finally come crumbling down after so much hesitation.-
My bones ache from the myriad of humbling devastation.-
Cold and empty eyed, as I glance up (from the ground) searching for restoration.-
Clawing from the inside, the stones come crashing down upon me.-
I do not know my strength, as I lift...
I've longed for fortified towers to hold back the fight, that they've encased me in fear.-
Walls built too tall, leaning in from lack of foundation.-
The stones finally come crumbling down after so much hesitation.-
My bones ache from the myriad of humbling devastation.-
Cold and empty eyed, as I glance up (from the ground) searching for restoration.-
Clawing from the inside, the stones come crashing down upon me.-
I do not know my strength, as I lift...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2017 6:04am
28th Nov 2017 6:04am
Exposed Sinew
Here I stand-
Before kneeling in the sand-
Skin peeled back from hands-
As they embed themselves,
I feel nothing-
I've lost my nerve-
Can't help feeling what's deserved-
Sitting back on heels,
just to observe-
I am unwanting-
The sun touches my face-
It burns my eyes,
My stare in place-
Radiant without a trace-
Tears come out dry-
Regretful I am not-
For my heart holds in alot-
Bleeding all as if were shot-
This honest beach,
In where I lie-
Prison cellular walls of...
Before kneeling in the sand-
Skin peeled back from hands-
As they embed themselves,
I feel nothing-
I've lost my nerve-
Can't help feeling what's deserved-
Sitting back on heels,
just to observe-
I am unwanting-
The sun touches my face-
It burns my eyes,
My stare in place-
Radiant without a trace-
Tears come out dry-
Regretful I am not-
For my heart holds in alot-
Bleeding all as if were shot-
This honest beach,
In where I lie-
Prison cellular walls of...
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2017 5:47am
5th Nov 2017 5:47am
This
Envy this
A suit made of gold
The owner must be bold
Forever bought and sold
Picture this
Fire touches lips
Burning of the lists
In which the fire rips
Envious
Time itself grows old
Telling of what you're told
Scolding of the cold
Picturesque
The curse itself is blessed
The test of taking steps
Tired limbs that seek the rest
A suit made of gold
The owner must be bold
Forever bought and sold
Picture this
Fire touches lips
Burning of the lists
In which the fire rips
Envious
Time itself grows old
Telling of what you're told
Scolding of the cold
Picturesque
The curse itself is blessed
The test of taking steps
Tired limbs that seek the rest
#PopCulture
498 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2017 8:50pm
1st Nov 2017 8:50pm
(I don't know yet)
-Let me undress your mind, instead of your clothes
-Let me kiss your thoughts, instead of your lips
-Let me make love to your brain, instead of your body
-Let me hold your pain, (unfinished)
-Let me kiss your thoughts, instead of your lips
-Let me make love to your brain, instead of your body
-Let me hold your pain, (unfinished)
#PopCulture
642 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2017 5:21am
30th Oct 2017 5:21am
Smoking thoughts
The breeze sweeps through the trees, releasing it's seeds-
I kneel beneath on my knees, for a moment at least-
Wondering, if others see, or if it's just me-
Blinded by the beauty, it must just be-
I kneel beneath on my knees, for a moment at least-
Wondering, if others see, or if it's just me-
Blinded by the beauty, it must just be-
#PopCulture
535 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2017 6:32am
10th Oct 2017 6:32am
My Mind, Before The Rest
Two eyes, are blind to see
Too blind, toward Saturn's rings
One ring, that fits so snug
Cut off from the knuckle above
Cut off this circulation
Cut off, as we speak
Too form fitting, echoes ring
Two eyes are blind to see
Too blind, toward Saturn's rings
One ring, that fits so snug
Cut off from the knuckle above
Cut off this circulation
Cut off, as we speak
Too form fitting, echoes ring
Two eyes are blind to see
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2017 00:00am
5th Oct 2017 00:00am
Enlightenment of an Injured Grasshopper ('05)
Inject, the insect,
with all the knowledge of the world.
Then see how long it lives.
Then see how short it lives.
It quivers and it wimps.
Crippled in short crimps.
It flies after it limps.
Unsegregated trips.
To see if the brain fits.
It's dead.
A mind unfit for its head.
with all the knowledge of the world.
Then see how long it lives.
Then see how short it lives.
It quivers and it wimps.
Crippled in short crimps.
It flies after it limps.
Unsegregated trips.
To see if the brain fits.
It's dead.
A mind unfit for its head.
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2017 11:49pm
4th Oct 2017 11:49pm
-
Whether or not
The weather's in knots
Wetter the better
With dribbles of thoughts
They whither in drops
Though when it does stop
Think like the drink
Before it's too hot
The weather's in knots
Wetter the better
With dribbles of thoughts
They whither in drops
Though when it does stop
Think like the drink
Before it's too hot
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2017 4:05am
15th Sep 2017 4:05am
Losing Battle
Losing Battle
Herded in like cattle
Forgotten faces
Lost and nameless
Remarried widow
Husband lost to war
Unknown
Memories that swarm
Dimension
Die to mention
Dementia
Gone
Forgotten past
Future unlast
Mind is rotting
Mine forgotten
Dead and buried
Metaphoric
Metamorphosis
Euphoric
Euphoria
Never again
Last breath
Breathe in
Look into a mirror
Reflect your face
Wrinkles of time
Soon, they wait
To show your age ...
Herded in like cattle
Forgotten faces
Lost and nameless
Remarried widow
Husband lost to war
Unknown
Memories that swarm
Dimension
Die to mention
Dementia
Gone
Forgotten past
Future unlast
Mind is rotting
Mine forgotten
Dead and buried
Metaphoric
Metamorphosis
Euphoric
Euphoria
Never again
Last breath
Breathe in
Look into a mirror
Reflect your face
Wrinkles of time
Soon, they wait
To show your age ...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2017 00:25am
14th Sep 2017 00:25am
Killing Time
Trapped
Monkey on my back
I don't want to be here
But there's no way of leaving
Pinned
Walls are closing in
It's only Wednesday
But I can't escape the feeling
Like I'm forced into a cell
Trapped in my own hell
Deep breaths, head swell
As if I'm stuck
Desperate to yell fuck
But I can't, no luck
Strain
Lower back pain
Hiding in a corner
How many hours has it been yet
Hidden
From all the other minions
Almost ready to leave work
But I still have 7 minutes
Monkey on my back
I don't want to be here
But there's no way of leaving
Pinned
Walls are closing in
It's only Wednesday
But I can't escape the feeling
Like I'm forced into a cell
Trapped in my own hell
Deep breaths, head swell
As if I'm stuck
Desperate to yell fuck
But I can't, no luck
Strain
Lower back pain
Hiding in a corner
How many hours has it been yet
Hidden
From all the other minions
Almost ready to leave work
But I still have 7 minutes
#PopCulture
550 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 2:41am
7th Sep 2017 2:41am
Lost on Earth
The Sky it opens up and beckons deeper-
The Earth, she opens up her thoughts to me-
The glory of the clouds to this truth seeker-
Once was, is, and will never be-
Another day of sunlight leads the way-
To guide me off a path already strayed-
The water forms the puddles as it rains-
The image of myself, molded from clay-
The roots take hold to roots take hold of roots-
Dance upon the hive, one with the bees-
Planted are my thoughts, my feet, like seeds-
A gentle breeze will bring me to my knees-
The Sky,...
The Earth, she opens up her thoughts to me-
The glory of the clouds to this truth seeker-
Once was, is, and will never be-
Another day of sunlight leads the way-
To guide me off a path already strayed-
The water forms the puddles as it rains-
The image of myself, molded from clay-
The roots take hold to roots take hold of roots-
Dance upon the hive, one with the bees-
Planted are my thoughts, my feet, like seeds-
A gentle breeze will bring me to my knees-
The Sky,...
#PopCulture
802 reads
4 Comments
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