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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 1:35am
7th Sep 2017 1:35am
Vestigial
Vestigial, individual, as you no longer serve a purpose-
Rudiment, away you went, completely fuckin' worthless-
Just sediment, upon my steps, you should run and join the circus-
The god you serve is now dead-
Crucified, upon your lies, the words you speak are false-
I despise, inside your eyes, the entirety of your cause-
Comes a sigh, for now can I, celebrate your loss-
The dead you serve are now gods-
I hear you speak, spew these beliefs, to me it all means nothin'-
These fragile things, that pull your strings, now dance...
Rudiment, away you went, completely fuckin' worthless-
Just sediment, upon my steps, you should run and join the circus-
The god you serve is now dead-
Crucified, upon your lies, the words you speak are false-
I despise, inside your eyes, the entirety of your cause-
Comes a sigh, for now can I, celebrate your loss-
The dead you serve are now gods-
I hear you speak, spew these beliefs, to me it all means nothin'-
These fragile things, that pull your strings, now dance...
#PopCulture
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2017 4:46am
5th Sep 2017 4:46am
Cocoon
We were two caterpillars-
Of a kind in different colors-
We would entangle in ourselves-
Both loving one another-
And then the time came-
We spun ourselves side-by-side-
Waiting next to one another-
Until our time to fly-
We both emerged-
And one another we sought-
Gazing at this butterfly-
That flew away from this moth-
I come out in the dark-
Covered by the night-
Still thinking of you-
Fixated on the light-
So mesmerizing-
That i am blinded-
Sealed up and...
Of a kind in different colors-
We would entangle in ourselves-
Both loving one another-
And then the time came-
We spun ourselves side-by-side-
Waiting next to one another-
Until our time to fly-
We both emerged-
And one another we sought-
Gazing at this butterfly-
That flew away from this moth-
I come out in the dark-
Covered by the night-
Still thinking of you-
Fixated on the light-
So mesmerizing-
That i am blinded-
Sealed up and...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2017 4:35am
5th Sep 2017 4:35am
Perched Upon a Rock Along a Hillside
A throne of my own demise-
Sat atop a pillar of lies-
I could get down if i tried-
But It seems I am too high-
Purple poisons and violent venom-
Genocidal mysticism-
Far beyond any realism-
Far beside what is my own vision-
Violin spider, play me a song-
So the leaves and wind may get along-
Mistakes are made, but are they wrong?-
A small bite, but the death feels so strong-
Divide sacrifice and pain-
Fuck futures' fascinating feeling-
Perched upon a rock with such a view-
Time itself is gone and...
Sat atop a pillar of lies-
I could get down if i tried-
But It seems I am too high-
Purple poisons and violent venom-
Genocidal mysticism-
Far beyond any realism-
Far beside what is my own vision-
Violin spider, play me a song-
So the leaves and wind may get along-
Mistakes are made, but are they wrong?-
A small bite, but the death feels so strong-
Divide sacrifice and pain-
Fuck futures' fascinating feeling-
Perched upon a rock with such a view-
Time itself is gone and...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 10:19pm
1st Sep 2017 10:19pm
Faded Memories
There's something on my mind-
Weighing me down-
Though only a feeling-
It seems like a crown-
Not of silver, nor of gold-
Not of horn, nor of bone-
Not with jewels, or any metal-
Not of branches or thorn-
Though of what?-
Not quite sure-
But it's something I treasure-
Now, if i could only remember
Weighing me down-
Though only a feeling-
It seems like a crown-
Not of silver, nor of gold-
Not of horn, nor of bone-
Not with jewels, or any metal-
Not of branches or thorn-
Though of what?-
Not quite sure-
But it's something I treasure-
Now, if i could only remember
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 10:12pm
1st Sep 2017 10:12pm
Wilted Flower Children
A plant forever shaded has no power-
Ultimately sedated by this shower-
Bright hallucinations, not to cower-
Bloomed, unfascinated, broken flowers-
Stilted and stunted-
Wilted and unwanted-
Dead is the tree-
Grown from anti-seed -
Cresented razor, bleeding sharp-
The footprint, that has left it's mark-
Eclipsed of a holy shrine-
All the bees that feel like dying-
Ultimately sedated by this shower-
Bright hallucinations, not to cower-
Bloomed, unfascinated, broken flowers-
Stilted and stunted-
Wilted and unwanted-
Dead is the tree-
Grown from anti-seed -
Cresented razor, bleeding sharp-
The footprint, that has left it's mark-
Eclipsed of a holy shrine-
All the bees that feel like dying-
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 2:43am
1st Sep 2017 2:43am
I'm drunk, the f*** is a title required?
Watch the savage perform his magic -
the crowd is frantic, in mindless panic -
the damage, tragic to the masses -
ideas inside your skull that dance - headless, set upon the trance -
knowing that it too won’t last -
sit, reflect, another missed chance -
seems the contorted line is cast -
awaken to meddle your own task -
waterfall emotions -
waterfalled to motion -
water falls to oceans -
martyr begged atonement -
hallowed thrall bestowment -
fodder all the moments -
set on...
the crowd is frantic, in mindless panic -
the damage, tragic to the masses -
ideas inside your skull that dance - headless, set upon the trance -
knowing that it too won’t last -
sit, reflect, another missed chance -
seems the contorted line is cast -
awaken to meddle your own task -
waterfall emotions -
waterfalled to motion -
water falls to oceans -
martyr begged atonement -
hallowed thrall bestowment -
fodder all the moments -
set on...
#PopCulture
526 reads
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 2:30am
1st Sep 2017 2:30am
*8/15/04*
I heard nails on chalkboards -
heard them from a distance deep -
with curiosity i followed the noises -
treading time with steps of feet -
blind to see just where i was going -
deaf to listen to you as well -
violins they were instead of noises -
but stupid was, i could not tell
heard them from a distance deep -
with curiosity i followed the noises -
treading time with steps of feet -
blind to see just where i was going -
deaf to listen to you as well -
violins they were instead of noises -
but stupid was, i could not tell
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2017 5:51pm
31st Aug 2017 5:51pm
Bastard in a Basket
Bastard in a basket -
left upon the stoop -
orphaned by decision -
cries amoungst the pigeons -
Disaster in a casket -
how so low you stoop -
unwanted and forgotten -
just somethin’ from the lost man -
---
alone and left to wander -
finding a way to be lost -
unused the desolate spawn -
sits sidelined far too long -
a broken time to squander -
hiding now from your loss -
no use to greet the dawn -
sidetracked, the lonesome pawn -
---
Bastard of a bastard -
cast out in...
left upon the stoop -
orphaned by decision -
cries amoungst the pigeons -
Disaster in a casket -
how so low you stoop -
unwanted and forgotten -
just somethin’ from the lost man -
---
alone and left to wander -
finding a way to be lost -
unused the desolate spawn -
sits sidelined far too long -
a broken time to squander -
hiding now from your loss -
no use to greet the dawn -
sidetracked, the lonesome pawn -
---
Bastard of a bastard -
cast out in...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2017 5:40pm
31st Aug 2017 5:40pm
Black & White Sunshine
For those whose funerals hold so few-
All but forgotten in a gorgeous empty space-
Only to be seen in black and white photographs-
Treasured memories of a distant past-
-Are the many days the sun has held your face
-Are the many days the stars have held their place
-Are the many days the suns have seen the change
For those whos funerals are a grand spectacle for sight-
Unseen before your hollowed empty eyes-
For the man who is not found-
Yet his memory profound-
-Are the many days he walked below these skies ...
All but forgotten in a gorgeous empty space-
Only to be seen in black and white photographs-
Treasured memories of a distant past-
-Are the many days the sun has held your face
-Are the many days the stars have held their place
-Are the many days the suns have seen the change
For those whos funerals are a grand spectacle for sight-
Unseen before your hollowed empty eyes-
For the man who is not found-
Yet his memory profound-
-Are the many days he walked below these skies ...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2017 10:10pm
30th Aug 2017 10:10pm
Return To Which You Came
It just must be, to be lost at sea, overwhelmingly fleeting -
a working heart, the hull of ship, both will take a beating -
and as the waves write, the pencil breaks, who knew they had this force?-
the stars never lie, though they once have tried, and now they sail off-course
the ropes lazily tethered-
while they hold so much together -
you once said now or never -
back long before encountered weather
the hawk it screams, with tired wings, it’s life is so demanding -
both ship and bird, in each their turn, simply cannot find a...
a working heart, the hull of ship, both will take a beating -
and as the waves write, the pencil breaks, who knew they had this force?-
the stars never lie, though they once have tried, and now they sail off-course
the ropes lazily tethered-
while they hold so much together -
you once said now or never -
back long before encountered weather
the hawk it screams, with tired wings, it’s life is so demanding -
both ship and bird, in each their turn, simply cannot find a...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2017 9:58pm
30th Aug 2017 9:58pm
Primitive Force
Barbary of war
Blood upon the sword
Bashing skulls with stone
As men defend their home
Conquest of land
Breath taken by hand
Soaked in blood
of another man
Standing for something
You'll be remembered
after you're nothing
The battle of always wanting
Crippled land of war torn
Skin stained in life force
He believed in what he died for
Before you killed him
Necessity of burning his village
So many have experienced
the realism
Reality
As it's bled...
Blood upon the sword
Bashing skulls with stone
As men defend their home
Conquest of land
Breath taken by hand
Soaked in blood
of another man
Standing for something
You'll be remembered
after you're nothing
The battle of always wanting
Crippled land of war torn
Skin stained in life force
He believed in what he died for
Before you killed him
Necessity of burning his village
So many have experienced
the realism
Reality
As it's bled...
#oppression
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2017 4:49pm
22nd Aug 2017 4:49pm
Forgotten God
Long lost, never remembered-
Fabric of the storm left weathered-
Conceptions placed with ideal truths born-
Which instantly, lost in eyes of storm-
A God not "ours", nor of we its-
Concepts in which a mind invents-
All passed, knowing cannot exist-
Forgotten God, unmissed-
Those craving power cannot wield it-
Those who should, rule isolation-
A phantom pain, left but to feel it-
Exists not, false formed inclination-
For the smoke I breathe cannot be grounded-
It expands and will not stay in place- ...
Fabric of the storm left weathered-
Conceptions placed with ideal truths born-
Which instantly, lost in eyes of storm-
A God not "ours", nor of we its-
Concepts in which a mind invents-
All passed, knowing cannot exist-
Forgotten God, unmissed-
Those craving power cannot wield it-
Those who should, rule isolation-
A phantom pain, left but to feel it-
Exists not, false formed inclination-
For the smoke I breathe cannot be grounded-
It expands and will not stay in place- ...
#PopCulture
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