Submissions by DreamSeed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the cup overflows, words fall onto paper. They are neither good, nor bad...just relief.
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 8:37pm
14th Oct 2013 8:37pm
Wine
Time to drink a bottle
of don't give a fuck
To lubricate the road
of laziness and sloth
Tisdale merlot costs $3.99
of my imaginary pay check
That sleeps for a day
of anxiety at bay
Tossing and turning in my account
of bitter hard work
That laughs at my wants
of playtime and freedom
Then empties into the bottle
of repetition
The ebbing and flowing
of stale ambition
Turns the tide form high to low
of want vs. wish vs. need vs. dream
To pee in bottles
of emptiness seems
This...
of don't give a fuck
To lubricate the road
of laziness and sloth
Tisdale merlot costs $3.99
of my imaginary pay check
That sleeps for a day
of anxiety at bay
Tossing and turning in my account
of bitter hard work
That laughs at my wants
of playtime and freedom
Then empties into the bottle
of repetition
The ebbing and flowing
of stale ambition
Turns the tide form high to low
of want vs. wish vs. need vs. dream
To pee in bottles
of emptiness seems
This...
633 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 4:43am
23rd Aug 2013 4:43am
The Last Kiss
It has been ten years since our last kiss:
A seal of forever longing, and yet
The taste echoes upon my lips:
A casserole of love and regret,
For unwavering shadows attached by day
Are loyal partners owed our debt,
They fade beneath the reflecting moon
When wandering thoughts drift where we last met:
A parking lot late in June
Clinging for comfort both given and taken,
An embrace that found the words unsaid,
Hanging on for one last moment
Just so parting would hurt a little more
From a wildfire that for five years had spread
Only to leave...
A seal of forever longing, and yet
The taste echoes upon my lips:
A casserole of love and regret,
For unwavering shadows attached by day
Are loyal partners owed our debt,
They fade beneath the reflecting moon
When wandering thoughts drift where we last met:
A parking lot late in June
Clinging for comfort both given and taken,
An embrace that found the words unsaid,
Hanging on for one last moment
Just so parting would hurt a little more
From a wildfire that for five years had spread
Only to leave...
640 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 7:47am
17th Aug 2013 7:47am
The tide of war
I see the world distorted by currant and wind
As my beams refract from trench to crest
Where overhanging trees allow them to pass
Unmolested by their shadows of wrath
That hide the bass from the helpless dace
Whose only strength is in numbers
So that heavy casualties do not make scarce
But do create fat bass
For dace love to march in the algae-rich moonlight
A fault one thousand eggs apiece permit
Look to me, young dace, with weary eyes
I would illuminate what you seek
But you cannot gaze beyond the water
You see the world distorted
So I...
As my beams refract from trench to crest
Where overhanging trees allow them to pass
Unmolested by their shadows of wrath
That hide the bass from the helpless dace
Whose only strength is in numbers
So that heavy casualties do not make scarce
But do create fat bass
For dace love to march in the algae-rich moonlight
A fault one thousand eggs apiece permit
Look to me, young dace, with weary eyes
I would illuminate what you seek
But you cannot gaze beyond the water
You see the world distorted
So I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 10:22pm
16th Aug 2013 10:22pm
Stability
I am the eye of the storm...
Being pulled in
A thousand different directions
That all
Cancel each other out
Creating
A false equilibrium
And
A misleading calmness...
It is not real
These feelings of mine
Both surreal
And divine
Some are beautiful
Some are scary
I try to be dutiful
But my moods vary
On Monday: happy
On Tuesday: stoic
On Wednesday: scrappy
On Thursday: heroic
On Friday: sad
On Saturday: reflective
On Sunday: bad
On Monday: selective
Has the week gone by?
I did not notice...
Being pulled in
A thousand different directions
That all
Cancel each other out
Creating
A false equilibrium
And
A misleading calmness...
It is not real
These feelings of mine
Both surreal
And divine
Some are beautiful
Some are scary
I try to be dutiful
But my moods vary
On Monday: happy
On Tuesday: stoic
On Wednesday: scrappy
On Thursday: heroic
On Friday: sad
On Saturday: reflective
On Sunday: bad
On Monday: selective
Has the week gone by?
I did not notice...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 5:54pm
15th Aug 2013 5:54pm
Walls That See
The walls see
The anomaly
Of a productive day
That goes away
With morning night,
My will to fight
Like courage, wanes...
Thought and energy drains...
Loved ones pushed aside
My one desire is to hide...
Skin is
Crawling
Heart is
Bawling
Quiet calm is my
Solution
To emotional
Pollution
That
Erodes
And
Explodes
My
Heart and
Head
Which turns to
Lead
And
Eradicates
My
Storybook
Fate
By
Turning love to ...
The anomaly
Of a productive day
That goes away
With morning night,
My will to fight
Like courage, wanes...
Thought and energy drains...
Loved ones pushed aside
My one desire is to hide...
Skin is
Crawling
Heart is
Bawling
Quiet calm is my
Solution
To emotional
Pollution
That
Erodes
And
Explodes
My
Heart and
Head
Which turns to
Lead
And
Eradicates
My
Storybook
Fate
By
Turning love to ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 7:44am
15th Aug 2013 7:44am
Frustration
Look at me!
What do you see?
A deadpan liar
That blows smoke?
Won't you toke
This face of wood
That cages fire
Yet burns within?
Aren't I good
To hide my sin
Of hot desire
That smoke makes free
To be read
Not but subconsciously?
Won't you break
This role of fake
And follow my gait
With soft-falling feet
To the land of discreet?
Or do you wait
For me to take?
Perhaps my ring
Is your big joke,
To seductively sing
With bouncing curves
That coil the spring
Until it's...
What do you see?
A deadpan liar
That blows smoke?
Won't you toke
This face of wood
That cages fire
Yet burns within?
Aren't I good
To hide my sin
Of hot desire
That smoke makes free
To be read
Not but subconsciously?
Won't you break
This role of fake
And follow my gait
With soft-falling feet
To the land of discreet?
Or do you wait
For me to take?
Perhaps my ring
Is your big joke,
To seductively sing
With bouncing curves
That coil the spring
Until it's...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 5:07pm
14th Aug 2013 5:07pm
Life is a state of mind
Losing sometimes leads to love,
Inspirations from above
Fill your earth-bound soul,
Existence is: you'll never know.
Imperfections are unique,
Some make call you a freak,
And even try, your mind, to tweak.
Strength is knowing that perception
Transfers critical reception
Along the road of self-doubt,
That to figure this out
Expels the notion of false perfection.
Opportunities often resemble obstacles,
Fragile is the chance: a warm popsicle.
Meditation is to let go,
Influence is to let grow,
Nothing need...
Inspirations from above
Fill your earth-bound soul,
Existence is: you'll never know.
Imperfections are unique,
Some make call you a freak,
And even try, your mind, to tweak.
Strength is knowing that perception
Transfers critical reception
Along the road of self-doubt,
That to figure this out
Expels the notion of false perfection.
Opportunities often resemble obstacles,
Fragile is the chance: a warm popsicle.
Meditation is to let go,
Influence is to let grow,
Nothing need...
698 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 6:22am
14th Aug 2013 6:22am
Drowning Light
The sunlight wanes,
The black curtain is drawn once again,
Time to drown the light away.
Another time-clock punched,
Drifting through the day,
Drinking on your lunch,
Time to drown the light away.
And this place no longer feels like home,
All your time is spent alone,
The bottle hides
These feelings inside,
And makes the night a time to roam.
Another day comes,
Your mind has gone numb,
Time to drown the light away.
The darkness remains,
The chessboard of day
Brings nothing but pain,
Time to drown the...
The black curtain is drawn once again,
Time to drown the light away.
Another time-clock punched,
Drifting through the day,
Drinking on your lunch,
Time to drown the light away.
And this place no longer feels like home,
All your time is spent alone,
The bottle hides
These feelings inside,
And makes the night a time to roam.
Another day comes,
Your mind has gone numb,
Time to drown the light away.
The darkness remains,
The chessboard of day
Brings nothing but pain,
Time to drown the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 6:13am
14th Aug 2013 6:13am
A Modern Marriage
My eyes stay on the horizon, at first,
And don't betray my unquenchable thirst
For fruit that grows cruelly below my sight,
A sweetness eroding my will to fight;
The best of me soon trampled by the worst.
And so the barter of young love is made,
My time, money, and freedom will be paid,
In return: her intoxicating wine,
Inebriation from within is mine!
The last brick in the house of lust is laid.
I lick the bottle's hole and smell the cork,
Then tare at the meat with my teeth and fork,
Light-headed and glassy-eyed as I feast,...
And don't betray my unquenchable thirst
For fruit that grows cruelly below my sight,
A sweetness eroding my will to fight;
The best of me soon trampled by the worst.
And so the barter of young love is made,
My time, money, and freedom will be paid,
In return: her intoxicating wine,
Inebriation from within is mine!
The last brick in the house of lust is laid.
I lick the bottle's hole and smell the cork,
Then tare at the meat with my teeth and fork,
Light-headed and glassy-eyed as I feast,...
685 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 7:50pm
13th Aug 2013 7:50pm
Inner Tide
I am unstable
And unable
To pick a path
Yet I hide my wrath
And try to deal
Ride the wheel
From high to low
I ebb and flow
Like an Eastport tide
This sickening ride
Is killing me
Until it's thrilling me
As I rise
And chase the prize
Euphoria
This is when I adore you
For awhile
Until my smile
Fades
Like dust
My joints
Rust
My heart
Stone
The upholstery
Throne
Creeps like
Cancer
But is no
Answer
To the
Emptiness
And I am yet to find
Cleanliness....
And unable
To pick a path
Yet I hide my wrath
And try to deal
Ride the wheel
From high to low
I ebb and flow
Like an Eastport tide
This sickening ride
Is killing me
Until it's thrilling me
As I rise
And chase the prize
Euphoria
This is when I adore you
For awhile
Until my smile
Fades
Like dust
My joints
Rust
My heart
Stone
The upholstery
Throne
Creeps like
Cancer
But is no
Answer
To the
Emptiness
And I am yet to find
Cleanliness....
742 reads
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