Submissions by DanielEHastings
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 3:12am
19th Apr 2016 3:12am
Turpintine Smile (Revised)
I laid out there like a carcass in a cartoon in the distance letting patience decide wether or not I'm able to hold the title of relationship misfit
the king of misplaced intentions
I hold my truths to be self-evident playing out 1 - 100 apocalyptic scenarios in my head just to get away from the thought of you. I'm a civilian civil in the way I construct this notion of us and at least three times a day I wanna say fuck
what am I gonna do. I don't feel comfortable in my skin and my music doesn't seem to get loud enough to drown out the good times
Come to think of it this skin...
the king of misplaced intentions
I hold my truths to be self-evident playing out 1 - 100 apocalyptic scenarios in my head just to get away from the thought of you. I'm a civilian civil in the way I construct this notion of us and at least three times a day I wanna say fuck
what am I gonna do. I don't feel comfortable in my skin and my music doesn't seem to get loud enough to drown out the good times
Come to think of it this skin...
1277 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 11:34pm
16th Apr 2016 11:34pm
Thursday blues
I was dead and all I could think was, "what are these savage motherfuckers doing?"
I felt the sociopath in my ego clambering to feel something.
At the very least I was unbalanced
At best a humorist looking for something to find humor in.
I felt the sociopath in my ego clambering to feel something.
At the very least I was unbalanced
At best a humorist looking for something to find humor in.
669 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 11:07pm
16th Apr 2016 11:07pm
Do you hear yourself
"My friends are coming to the meeting"
"I do coke because of my depression, but speed works best"
"I don't have a drinking problem. I ripped off a bar last night for a few drinks.. so, I might be an alcoholic"
"I've been coming to these meetings for forty years but I'm still not a success"
"My friends are coming"
"That's why I want to stop; when I drink, I go after cops. I had three teeth knocked out. Had a machete in my neck because of drinking"
"I wrote a few poems. ...
"I do coke because of my depression, but speed works best"
"I don't have a drinking problem. I ripped off a bar last night for a few drinks.. so, I might be an alcoholic"
"I've been coming to these meetings for forty years but I'm still not a success"
"My friends are coming"
"That's why I want to stop; when I drink, I go after cops. I had three teeth knocked out. Had a machete in my neck because of drinking"
"I wrote a few poems. ...
687 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 6:42am
14th Apr 2016 6:42am
Hwy 7
I drive this canyon daily
With its curious mountain air
Steadily creeping through me
Subtle and intoxicating
She demands worship
Her walls demand sacrifice
No more than a month passes without the sight of mangled metal crossing my path.
I suppose that is the price to live in the breast of something divine
Something beautiful.
With its curious mountain air
Steadily creeping through me
Subtle and intoxicating
She demands worship
Her walls demand sacrifice
No more than a month passes without the sight of mangled metal crossing my path.
I suppose that is the price to live in the breast of something divine
Something beautiful.
560 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2016 9:09pm
10th Apr 2016 9:09pm
Turpentine Smile
After you left I felt lighter
After I took that lighter to your paintings I felt nauseous
Not so much because it was yours
It was because it was art. Hope trapped in color.
I laid melting into the grass watching as smoke woven memories rose high enough
for the wind to carry them into oblivion
I struggled to figure out if this was a mistake
I tend to confuse self control with letting go
And mistake liberation for for starting over
Which coincidently looks a lot like work
Fast forward a few weeks
I'm still showing up for life
Making due with...
After I took that lighter to your paintings I felt nauseous
Not so much because it was yours
It was because it was art. Hope trapped in color.
I laid melting into the grass watching as smoke woven memories rose high enough
for the wind to carry them into oblivion
I struggled to figure out if this was a mistake
I tend to confuse self control with letting go
And mistake liberation for for starting over
Which coincidently looks a lot like work
Fast forward a few weeks
I'm still showing up for life
Making due with...
610 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2016 2:13pm
6th Apr 2016 2:13pm
Old but gold
She said things like
You walk into enough locker rooms you're gonna see a dick
She also said things like
Integrity is a dying virtue
afforded most to the strong
Because only they are able to bare it's burden
Next to your body - mind and spirit it is your most reliable tool and shield
He said things like
The day I stop moving is the day I start dieing
He was 92
And I said if I look as good as you when I'm that age I'll be a happy man
He paused looking over both his shoulders then whispered
You're happy now aren't you?
She said things...
You walk into enough locker rooms you're gonna see a dick
She also said things like
Integrity is a dying virtue
afforded most to the strong
Because only they are able to bare it's burden
Next to your body - mind and spirit it is your most reliable tool and shield
He said things like
The day I stop moving is the day I start dieing
He was 92
And I said if I look as good as you when I'm that age I'll be a happy man
He paused looking over both his shoulders then whispered
You're happy now aren't you?
She said things...
969 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2016 5:18am
4th Apr 2016 5:18am
Fillip
Fresh
I go from fresh to mess
In no time flat
Let's see how fast I can spin this argument back
I start out the day with a couple of prayers
Partly to keep my mind in line
But mostly I do it to remember that the world does not revolve around me
I get caught up in this narrsasitic way of thinking
Where consumption takes the front seat to creation
Fuck this
I feel like I have all these Ideas and yet struggle to form a thought!
What the fuck is this shit
Seems like a struggle
Empowered and desperately seeking a catalyst
I'd be...
I go from fresh to mess
In no time flat
Let's see how fast I can spin this argument back
I start out the day with a couple of prayers
Partly to keep my mind in line
But mostly I do it to remember that the world does not revolve around me
I get caught up in this narrsasitic way of thinking
Where consumption takes the front seat to creation
Fuck this
I feel like I have all these Ideas and yet struggle to form a thought!
What the fuck is this shit
Seems like a struggle
Empowered and desperately seeking a catalyst
I'd be...
608 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 9:09pm
30th Mar 2016 9:09pm
Fin
You sir, are insane
What's your diagnosis?
"I suppose I could lay it out in medical terms but to save you the time, let just go with lost and lacking in efficiency."
How long have you been like this?
"Long enough to know it's the way things intend to stay. I don't fight it anymore. There's no point. I sort of just accept it and glide along, like some kind of reformed animal."
What's your diagnosis?
"I suppose I could lay it out in medical terms but to save you the time, let just go with lost and lacking in efficiency."
How long have you been like this?
"Long enough to know it's the way things intend to stay. I don't fight it anymore. There's no point. I sort of just accept it and glide along, like some kind of reformed animal."
598 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2016 4:54am
2nd Mar 2016 4:54am
"Help"
I came into this with confidence and I'm confident that this coffin of cocktails is waiting not so patiently
for me to give into that binge with which will undoubtedly bring me to my knees.
it does not please me to see that no matter how confused or misconstrued
How brushed ego shattered
How black and blue the view
is always the same.
It's you.
No it's me in that mirror rationalizing lunacy. What have I done?
No. It's me in the mirror rationing my Adderal to make it through the week.
Who am I kidding.
I can barely make it through the...
for me to give into that binge with which will undoubtedly bring me to my knees.
it does not please me to see that no matter how confused or misconstrued
How brushed ego shattered
How black and blue the view
is always the same.
It's you.
No it's me in that mirror rationalizing lunacy. What have I done?
No. It's me in the mirror rationing my Adderal to make it through the week.
Who am I kidding.
I can barely make it through the...
1079 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 8:45pm
31st Dec 2015 8:45pm
It's all relative.... Except for when it's not.
I came here in confidence and I'm confident that this coffin of cocktails is waitng not so patiently
for me to give into that binge with which will undoubtedly bring me to my knees.
it does not please me to see that no matter how confused or misconstrued
How brushed ego shattered
How black and blue the view
is always the same.
It's you.
No it's me in that mirror rationalizing lunacy. What have I done.
No. It's me in the mirror rationing my Ritalin to make it through the week.
Who am I kidding.
I can barely make it through the next 24...
for me to give into that binge with which will undoubtedly bring me to my knees.
it does not please me to see that no matter how confused or misconstrued
How brushed ego shattered
How black and blue the view
is always the same.
It's you.
No it's me in that mirror rationalizing lunacy. What have I done.
No. It's me in the mirror rationing my Ritalin to make it through the week.
Who am I kidding.
I can barely make it through the next 24...
766 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 10:58pm
22nd Dec 2015 10:58pm
Just Because
Write by the moment
Write by the lunar light. By the Sun
Do it because you are afraid
Do it when happiness fills the emptiness in the veins
Write about passion because that is passionate
and pain. Pain seems to be miracle grow for thin strips of parchment
Nothing is better than unfolding the story of you.
Write by the lunar light. By the Sun
Do it because you are afraid
Do it when happiness fills the emptiness in the veins
Write about passion because that is passionate
and pain. Pain seems to be miracle grow for thin strips of parchment
Nothing is better than unfolding the story of you.
643 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2015 2:45am
13th Dec 2015 2:45am
This looks a lot like a mirror
I thought about rage today.
I understand I'm the cause.
My curse, of course being
My inability to disconnect.
Away from the instability
The unmanageable
Chaos
Is not comfortable
But not uncomfortable
Sometimes things fall between
I felt that rage inside
Climbing it's way up my throat
Knocking at the back of my cigarette stained teeth
I know I'm the only one who can tame it.
My lack of proper dialogue
To ask for help
To maintain commitment
Order
Is not...
I understand I'm the cause.
My curse, of course being
My inability to disconnect.
Away from the instability
The unmanageable
Chaos
Is not comfortable
But not uncomfortable
Sometimes things fall between
I felt that rage inside
Climbing it's way up my throat
Knocking at the back of my cigarette stained teeth
I know I'm the only one who can tame it.
My lack of proper dialogue
To ask for help
To maintain commitment
Order
Is not...
660 reads
2 Comments
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