Submissions by F46T50N9000
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I Guessed as Much
I painted myself as an angel
One fallen in with lust
I've got the whole world at my fingertips
but the only thing I can reach is myself
I scream into the void
Hoping for an echo back
But I wonder it it's worth it
Knowing it a new world,
unexplored and unmapped
You'll find me crying tears
Hoping for a friend
If I'm even able to lure you in
All you'll find is regret
My shape doesn't belong
Lines all bent and angles all wrong
Fahrengrams and Decamorphs and other things like me
Things just not meant and not willing...
One fallen in with lust
I've got the whole world at my fingertips
but the only thing I can reach is myself
I scream into the void
Hoping for an echo back
But I wonder it it's worth it
Knowing it a new world,
unexplored and unmapped
You'll find me crying tears
Hoping for a friend
If I'm even able to lure you in
All you'll find is regret
My shape doesn't belong
Lines all bent and angles all wrong
Fahrengrams and Decamorphs and other things like me
Things just not meant and not willing...
535 reads
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Bitters Straight Down
Can you feel it
With the aching in your bones
Do you know it
With the coldness all alone
And you sense it
In the back of your mind
It gets closer every time except for now
But now here, but not ever
Too much too fast is just not enough
In all this time I've been though so much
What's been pumped through me and made who I am
It's You in the end, and I know that I can
I trip and I'll fall but never lose step
For another night with you I will not regret
In the end we can see it together at last ...
With the aching in your bones
Do you know it
With the coldness all alone
And you sense it
In the back of your mind
It gets closer every time except for now
But now here, but not ever
Too much too fast is just not enough
In all this time I've been though so much
What's been pumped through me and made who I am
It's You in the end, and I know that I can
I trip and I'll fall but never lose step
For another night with you I will not regret
In the end we can see it together at last ...
470 reads
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Bar Seen
Off- beat and kilter I blurt out a phrase
Stuck in the fog and this hanging malaise
Breath in the sighs and exhale a gasp
Surprised once again by my one laziness
I shouldn't have flinched I don't really feel
but the waves and the tide just don't really care
Wearing me down to a formless gray lump
All edges cut away to make room for what
pumps through my veins, what little there is
and I'm not so sure there's time to finish
But I'll stumble on with you in my sights
till the dawn breaks and there's no memory of night
Stuck in the fog and this hanging malaise
Breath in the sighs and exhale a gasp
Surprised once again by my one laziness
I shouldn't have flinched I don't really feel
but the waves and the tide just don't really care
Wearing me down to a formless gray lump
All edges cut away to make room for what
pumps through my veins, what little there is
and I'm not so sure there's time to finish
But I'll stumble on with you in my sights
till the dawn breaks and there's no memory of night
598 reads
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The Fact that I am Sad
I am bound by the corporeal and the lame
The passion is there but never capitalized
Equations fill the page
I can't speak the language, and my thoughts are the same
The only thing that I have crafted is one more reason why I should stop
It's hard to make work for yourself when it's all there is
I can't get rest because I've been thinking in my sleep
The wait of the world is just not for me
Squinting doesn't help the blur and I can't see
It's like plugging a battery into itself,
where does all the energy go
not to my bed cause I'm always in it...
The passion is there but never capitalized
Equations fill the page
I can't speak the language, and my thoughts are the same
The only thing that I have crafted is one more reason why I should stop
It's hard to make work for yourself when it's all there is
I can't get rest because I've been thinking in my sleep
The wait of the world is just not for me
Squinting doesn't help the blur and I can't see
It's like plugging a battery into itself,
where does all the energy go
not to my bed cause I'm always in it...
477 reads
2 Comments
Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of
Our Wallflower entwined in the psychedelic backdrop
to the feedback of society’s romantic dregs
Hyde in full reign, regalia religiously adorned
The Good Doctor cackles as he downs the midnight elixir
90 proof water never tasting so good,
and last of his mortality leaves along with the contents of his glass
Haint's howls tears it's lips and brimstone stains the air
Holy oil cleanse the being while non-believers flee to their idols
the Portal to here stands no more after his blows
The bare elements bend to it, but not man's kin ...
to the feedback of society’s romantic dregs
Hyde in full reign, regalia religiously adorned
The Good Doctor cackles as he downs the midnight elixir
90 proof water never tasting so good,
and last of his mortality leaves along with the contents of his glass
Haint's howls tears it's lips and brimstone stains the air
Holy oil cleanse the being while non-believers flee to their idols
the Portal to here stands no more after his blows
The bare elements bend to it, but not man's kin ...
662 reads
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Spinning to Sleep
They say that uncertainty is natural,
well if that's true then I'm 100% organic
I'm trapped in a homegrown jungle and it's my life's work to
stay in it
A canopy of phantasmagoric distractions trunking
headlong into a worn mattress.
Sleep-eating was a weakness, I took potential and swallowed it whole, along with luck and forethought
Risk was too old school for me
,just cardboard and plastic
Retreat was the only strategy – generally that and
procrastinating the problems to their indescribably boring finale
Of course I took the bow, but no encore
well if that's true then I'm 100% organic
I'm trapped in a homegrown jungle and it's my life's work to
stay in it
A canopy of phantasmagoric distractions trunking
headlong into a worn mattress.
Sleep-eating was a weakness, I took potential and swallowed it whole, along with luck and forethought
Risk was too old school for me
,just cardboard and plastic
Retreat was the only strategy – generally that and
procrastinating the problems to their indescribably boring finale
Of course I took the bow, but no encore
524 reads
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Alive Banner Reds
I thought it was the sunset lighting up the skyline
But the cries weren't of birds
Biblical horns shook me to me roots while I watched our lifelines fall into oblivion
I looked to my side and grasped for a hand that wasn't there, blind to the true savages
The Sun was was rising now,
They all were
We raised our hands and grasped at it, fumbling with a handful
of unconfined features
The Blood running down their arms and pooling at the feet
Deeper sinking, down with the ship
I watched them go, but the void's reach knew I was there
...
But the cries weren't of birds
Biblical horns shook me to me roots while I watched our lifelines fall into oblivion
I looked to my side and grasped for a hand that wasn't there, blind to the true savages
The Sun was was rising now,
They all were
We raised our hands and grasped at it, fumbling with a handful
of unconfined features
The Blood running down their arms and pooling at the feet
Deeper sinking, down with the ship
I watched them go, but the void's reach knew I was there
...
508 reads
2 Comments
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