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
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
565 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
590 reads
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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
621 reads
1 Comment
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2017 4:44pm
22nd Aug 2017 4:44pm
Entomophobia
A man isolated from women knows their worth-
More than a man who has them stumble upon his lap-
As she fills my heart with blood-
And makes my lungs collapse-
The starving man knows nourishment much better-
Than the most refined of upscale palates-
Regardless if taste is a factor-
Sure footed with weak knees seems unbalanced-
The coward knows the gift of living-
That the brave just may not realize-
Why do men fear the insect?-
Sought justification to steal their lives-
Man, creates society- ...
More than a man who has them stumble upon his lap-
As she fills my heart with blood-
And makes my lungs collapse-
The starving man knows nourishment much better-
Than the most refined of upscale palates-
Regardless if taste is a factor-
Sure footed with weak knees seems unbalanced-
The coward knows the gift of living-
That the brave just may not realize-
Why do men fear the insect?-
Sought justification to steal their lives-
Man, creates society- ...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2017 1:35am
18th Aug 2017 1:35am
If I could paint
If I could paint
I'd paint your face
i'd paint your soul
I'd paint your grace
I'd wrap my arms around your waist
And pull you in to get a taste
If I could paint
I'd paint your lips
I'd paint your smile
I'd paint your hips
I'd wrap my arms around your skin
Nose to hair, and just breathe in
If I could paint
I'd paint your eyes
I'd paint your touch
I'd paint your mind
I'd wrap my arms around your thighs
Bowing to beauty...
...beneath her sky
I'd paint your face
i'd paint your soul
I'd paint your grace
I'd wrap my arms around your waist
And pull you in to get a taste
If I could paint
I'd paint your lips
I'd paint your smile
I'd paint your hips
I'd wrap my arms around your skin
Nose to hair, and just breathe in
If I could paint
I'd paint your eyes
I'd paint your touch
I'd paint your mind
I'd wrap my arms around your thighs
Bowing to beauty...
...beneath her sky
#love
#art
718 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2017 1:29am
18th Aug 2017 1:29am
Dull Pencil
This dull pencil still writes-
I know there is much more inside-
Much more to learn of its insights-
Unsharpened, it seems to hide-
Paper, burned out by the day-
Folded scroll, to hide the fray-
Words untold, lost to decay-
Once written bold and on display-
- - -
This dull pencil, broke in two-
Still capable to write anew-
Of thoughts and fears, and dreams come true-
It le(a)d me to this view-
Mind that wields dull pencil, sharp-
It thrusts inside to pour its heart-
To bleed upon the page it...
I know there is much more inside-
Much more to learn of its insights-
Unsharpened, it seems to hide-
Paper, burned out by the day-
Folded scroll, to hide the fray-
Words untold, lost to decay-
Once written bold and on display-
- - -
This dull pencil, broke in two-
Still capable to write anew-
Of thoughts and fears, and dreams come true-
It le(a)d me to this view-
Mind that wields dull pencil, sharp-
It thrusts inside to pour its heart-
To bleed upon the page it...
#LifeAsAWriter
833 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 10:47am
17th Aug 2017 10:47am
Cast Out by The Sun
Sun rises-
Strength inside my guidence-
Weakness unaware-
Cast aside all things frail-
Forever, searching for me-
No longer, to ignore me-
Free to tell such stories-
Immobilizing glory-
For, withered away-
Rise, to face your day-
A beaten path to stray-
My own, for now I claim-
Strained eyes, to test the blur-
The Sun, and what is hers-
Cast out my every word-
Concur, must be absurd-
Sun sets-
To face what must come next-
The shadow loves the candle-
But the flame is all too fragile- ...
Strength inside my guidence-
Weakness unaware-
Cast aside all things frail-
Forever, searching for me-
No longer, to ignore me-
Free to tell such stories-
Immobilizing glory-
For, withered away-
Rise, to face your day-
A beaten path to stray-
My own, for now I claim-
Strained eyes, to test the blur-
The Sun, and what is hers-
Cast out my every word-
Concur, must be absurd-
Sun sets-
To face what must come next-
The shadow loves the candle-
But the flame is all too fragile- ...
#PopCulture
679 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 10:27am
17th Aug 2017 10:27am
Non-Existant
The anti-liar -
You claim resides in fire -
Teach yourself to be held higher -
By the will of your desire -
Not pray to nonsense golden spires -
Disregard all lies from the choir -
Be your own knowledge igniter -
Always question, never tire -
They say beware the demon -
For it holds the keys to freedom -
And if you speak against, it's treason -
You fear they'll label you a heathen?-
Well my friend, it's passed, that season
Give me one logical reason -
Why you continue to try and please them -
If...
You claim resides in fire -
Teach yourself to be held higher -
By the will of your desire -
Not pray to nonsense golden spires -
Disregard all lies from the choir -
Be your own knowledge igniter -
Always question, never tire -
They say beware the demon -
For it holds the keys to freedom -
And if you speak against, it's treason -
You fear they'll label you a heathen?-
Well my friend, it's passed, that season
Give me one logical reason -
Why you continue to try and please them -
If...
#LifeAsAWriter
821 reads
4 Comments
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