Submissions by Deathpuppy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a poet and not aware of the fact
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 3:30am
5th Jun 2013 3:30am
Duality inside Duality
Am I truly in control of myself
I never told my heart to beat but it does
I never told myself to dream but I do
Am I the maker of my own soul
Or does my soul make me
75% of insane people think they are not
Yet no one refers to themselves as normal
What if I burned my hand in the toaster is that not fate
Was freewill given to me or do i have someone else's
Do they control me so well that I believe I'm free
Is freedom the loss of control or the regaining of it
Can you take a drug to feel more like yourself
Am I in the universe or is the universe...
I never told my heart to beat but it does
I never told myself to dream but I do
Am I the maker of my own soul
Or does my soul make me
75% of insane people think they are not
Yet no one refers to themselves as normal
What if I burned my hand in the toaster is that not fate
Was freewill given to me or do i have someone else's
Do they control me so well that I believe I'm free
Is freedom the loss of control or the regaining of it
Can you take a drug to feel more like yourself
Am I in the universe or is the universe...
740 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 10:19pm
1st Jun 2013 10:19pm
The push against a Depression
condensation gathering on your neck
your cold blood touching the warm air
I can see your breath
The words you speak are cold now
Depression has you in it grip
reason and logic left behind
Watch what you say
watch what you do
the only thought in my head
I will do anything
To rescue from the dungeon
You have been thrown into
The dungeon you have the only key to
I know now not to ask what I can I do
I heard thousands of different ways
ways you tell me to Fuck off
It takes a strong person to look passed it...
your cold blood touching the warm air
I can see your breath
The words you speak are cold now
Depression has you in it grip
reason and logic left behind
Watch what you say
watch what you do
the only thought in my head
I will do anything
To rescue from the dungeon
You have been thrown into
The dungeon you have the only key to
I know now not to ask what I can I do
I heard thousands of different ways
ways you tell me to Fuck off
It takes a strong person to look passed it...
610 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2013 2:14am
31st May 2013 2:14am
.:A poem for the illiterate:.
650 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2013 1:19am
31st May 2013 1:19am
What is a metaphor like
Illuminated words on screen
call out a voyage into the deep
Bags packed but baggage left behind
We see familiar faces waiting in line
Speaking of where this ship has taken us before
The ship is carved from trees
taken from highest mountains of thought
Held together with nails of truth
Forged from the fires of insight
These are the ships that are built to last
Barnacles adorn her bottom from bow to stern
From oceans traveled before
Her wood is sun aged
She has seen distant landscapes and treacherous natives
She weathered some...
call out a voyage into the deep
Bags packed but baggage left behind
We see familiar faces waiting in line
Speaking of where this ship has taken us before
The ship is carved from trees
taken from highest mountains of thought
Held together with nails of truth
Forged from the fires of insight
These are the ships that are built to last
Barnacles adorn her bottom from bow to stern
From oceans traveled before
Her wood is sun aged
She has seen distant landscapes and treacherous natives
She weathered some...
801 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2013 3:02am
29th May 2013 3:02am
Yes you are alone
You are the only one that knows
your the world's greatest masturbator
your the world's greatest masturbator
669 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th May 2013 9:11pm
27th May 2013 9:11pm
May I have this dance
She dances on the tip of my finger
she dances on the tip of my tongue
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
Choreographed by passion
I feel I'm a stripper pole
A canvas to throw her paint upon
An artist working in juices
We find a rhythm we find a pulse
the water flows from her mountains into her valley
It runs through my river into my Ocean
It evaporates gets lifted to the clouds which pass over her mountains cycle begins again
Doubt enters them to steal a moment away
Is the bee using the flower for it's nectar
Or is the...
she dances on the tip of my tongue
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
Choreographed by passion
I feel I'm a stripper pole
A canvas to throw her paint upon
An artist working in juices
We find a rhythm we find a pulse
the water flows from her mountains into her valley
It runs through my river into my Ocean
It evaporates gets lifted to the clouds which pass over her mountains cycle begins again
Doubt enters them to steal a moment away
Is the bee using the flower for it's nectar
Or is the...
872 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2013 5:13am
25th May 2013 5:13am
Going through a separation separation is not going through me
This damn frying pan just looks too large now
The shampoo has never lasted this long
Is this peace or just silence
She took the kids and all of the problems
I came home and she was gone
She said you can't change people
But they did change me
Hit too many times with my moral compass
Turn the other cheek too many times
Told she will grow out of it
New Year's Eve the phone rang
" Your 17-year-old daughter is in a state away
freaking out on acid and foaming at the mouth
Come pick her up her friends have abandoned her"
Mother...
The shampoo has never lasted this long
Is this peace or just silence
She took the kids and all of the problems
I came home and she was gone
She said you can't change people
But they did change me
Hit too many times with my moral compass
Turn the other cheek too many times
Told she will grow out of it
New Year's Eve the phone rang
" Your 17-year-old daughter is in a state away
freaking out on acid and foaming at the mouth
Come pick her up her friends have abandoned her"
Mother...
743 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2013 3:35pm
24th May 2013 3:35pm
.:Falsehoody:.
I have loved every contradiction I've ever heard
Except for all of them
Except for all of them
773 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 11:56pm
23rd May 2013 11:56pm
Face to the grindstone
I stand with pick and shovel.Waiting for you to return from every easy path that got you nowhere. It's time to dig in.
625 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 2:59pm
22nd May 2013 2:59pm
Relationsinkingship
My love is unconditional but, my sanity draw's contract's
704 reads
7 Comments
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