Submissions by Gg78
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no clue what I’m doing. But I’ve spent years trying
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2014 4:14am
10th Nov 2014 4:14am
Drama
Got so drunk that I threw up on my dog smells like cigarettes and alcohol but he still licked me in the morning
799 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 10:33pm
30th Oct 2014 10:33pm
Numb life
Numb
Needles
the burned silver spoon
a missing shoelace
straws with burn marks
H
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H
Alive
Reality
Stress
the struggle
L
I
F
E
When the numbness is done
I feel like dying
C
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E
Needles
the burned silver spoon
a missing shoelace
straws with burn marks
H
I
G
H
Alive
Reality
Stress
the struggle
L
I
F
E
When the numbness is done
I feel like dying
C
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C
E
898 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 1:12am
30th Oct 2014 1:12am
Mind blocked
I have to leave the writing to the poets
my mind can't conjour up anything that makes sense
it's a fucking mess in here
sometimes dark and cloudy
most of the time Its dead silence
Like going through with day by day routine
With blinders
I make it work
Just have to I guess
doesn't help the fact that I'm hurting
And I can't put it into words
I can't tell a soul
I didn't write this for pity
Or comments
Nor likes
I just can't say what I want to say to anyone
So I have to...
my mind can't conjour up anything that makes sense
it's a fucking mess in here
sometimes dark and cloudy
most of the time Its dead silence
Like going through with day by day routine
With blinders
I make it work
Just have to I guess
doesn't help the fact that I'm hurting
And I can't put it into words
I can't tell a soul
I didn't write this for pity
Or comments
Nor likes
I just can't say what I want to say to anyone
So I have to...
880 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2014 1:45am
12th Oct 2014 1:45am
Surely you
How everything gets old
But the images stay fresh
And worst of all your blood still flows
Like a reminder of life
When at the edge of death
Wicked ways of the world we call home
where we dream of life and yet we yearn for dreamless nights
Set ourselves up for a downfall
It's not inevitable but it shall be
And all your sins
bring you a smile to your warm grave
It's ok to prove you've lived
but when you're a mere lukewarm almost bones 6 feet deep
Providing nothing but a feast to the maggots
You'll surely be happy with...
But the images stay fresh
And worst of all your blood still flows
Like a reminder of life
When at the edge of death
Wicked ways of the world we call home
where we dream of life and yet we yearn for dreamless nights
Set ourselves up for a downfall
It's not inevitable but it shall be
And all your sins
bring you a smile to your warm grave
It's ok to prove you've lived
but when you're a mere lukewarm almost bones 6 feet deep
Providing nothing but a feast to the maggots
You'll surely be happy with...
757 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 5:54am
2nd Aug 2014 5:54am
No more fighting
Sometimes we don't want to fight
we just want to lay down and feel every fucking blow
bask in the pain
understand the reason for the agony
and love it
we just want to lay down and feel every fucking blow
bask in the pain
understand the reason for the agony
and love it
1013 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 5:36am
2nd Aug 2014 5:36am
Distress
ever see an unmarked grave
just newly fresh in the ground
and think
might as well kick some dirt around
Why not
It is done everyday without any regard
no care
we just pass by innocent hurt needing faces
and never extend a hand
nor throw a smile in their direction
to busy with self inflicted issues
and our own distress
Tis the way of the world
we are born to fail to fulfill others
and that's okay
isn't it ?
just newly fresh in the ground
and think
might as well kick some dirt around
Why not
It is done everyday without any regard
no care
we just pass by innocent hurt needing faces
and never extend a hand
nor throw a smile in their direction
to busy with self inflicted issues
and our own distress
Tis the way of the world
we are born to fail to fulfill others
and that's okay
isn't it ?
876 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 4:01am
21st Mar 2014 4:01am
Let's stay forever high
Sounds of love in the air
we don't care
it's naughty
we love it naughty
it's not truth or dare
lay me on your bed
whisper dirty secrets
to me
take care of my body
while pulling on my hair
I won't scream
as long as you don't scream
yeah we gonna get to love
after we fuck
it's pleasure and pain
with your hands on my thighs
my fingers digging into your back
kissing on my neck
looking into my eyes
seeing the sky
no coming down from this
you addicted to my riding
and...
we don't care
it's naughty
we love it naughty
it's not truth or dare
lay me on your bed
whisper dirty secrets
to me
take care of my body
while pulling on my hair
I won't scream
as long as you don't scream
yeah we gonna get to love
after we fuck
it's pleasure and pain
with your hands on my thighs
my fingers digging into your back
kissing on my neck
looking into my eyes
seeing the sky
no coming down from this
you addicted to my riding
and...
1014 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 4:25am
13th Mar 2014 4:25am
White dove
Lost my job a few months back
I'm broken up about it
haven't turned in my keys
cleaned out my desk
but I find my car driving me there to try
I do try
but the halls call me
it's like I can feel everyone still here
sue screaming
Beverly clawing at her skin
no one knew her real reasons for doing what she does
my guess is
she felt she didn't belong in that body
but I was no one to be guessing anyone's life
by life I mean their downfall
they had no life
every wall here
tells of their...
I'm broken up about it
haven't turned in my keys
cleaned out my desk
but I find my car driving me there to try
I do try
but the halls call me
it's like I can feel everyone still here
sue screaming
Beverly clawing at her skin
no one knew her real reasons for doing what she does
my guess is
she felt she didn't belong in that body
but I was no one to be guessing anyone's life
by life I mean their downfall
they had no life
every wall here
tells of their...
952 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 5:35am
4th Mar 2014 5:35am
Just listen
societies paint brush
has elegantly painted a portrait of women
a picaso
never earned
nor wanted
but in all our minds
this pacaso is right
why not
It did give women a religion
a color
a language
and some are even labeled beauties
the stamp of their lips sealed the approval
These characteristic
no one can define with words
the statues picture of the world
"we believe in it"
we see it
why not ?
But it's just so funny how no one can ever hear from it !!!
has elegantly painted a portrait of women
a picaso
never earned
nor wanted
but in all our minds
this pacaso is right
why not
It did give women a religion
a color
a language
and some are even labeled beauties
the stamp of their lips sealed the approval
These characteristic
no one can define with words
the statues picture of the world
"we believe in it"
we see it
why not ?
But it's just so funny how no one can ever hear from it !!!
834 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 2:30pm
7th Feb 2014 2:30pm
Just goofing
The women of today
don't know their worth
they walk around half naked
attracting the suits and ties
with their crimson red lips
tainted with lies
their pocketbooks light
it's feenin for it's fix
someone buy these bitches another mix
it's sad to me
when a lady must stoop so low
the daddy syndrome kicking their ass
them thinking nobody knows
it's written across their ancient face
so many years have passed
give daddy a break
...
don't know their worth
they walk around half naked
attracting the suits and ties
with their crimson red lips
tainted with lies
their pocketbooks light
it's feenin for it's fix
someone buy these bitches another mix
it's sad to me
when a lady must stoop so low
the daddy syndrome kicking their ass
them thinking nobody knows
it's written across their ancient face
so many years have passed
give daddy a break
...
826 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2014 6:18am
11th Jan 2014 6:18am
Crawl first
put it on paper
they said
leave it there
never look back
or tear each page over the river
and watch as the pain floats away
maybe lock it in a box
burry the key
and never look back
then when you get the chance to rewrite your story
make sure
that time
you
learn to crawl before you walk
they said
leave it there
never look back
or tear each page over the river
and watch as the pain floats away
maybe lock it in a box
burry the key
and never look back
then when you get the chance to rewrite your story
make sure
that time
you
learn to crawl before you walk
842 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 11:30pm
30th Oct 2013 11:30pm
Honda civic ( car challenge )
My first car was a fire red hatch back
two doors
I loved that car
first thing I bought when I turned 16
used drug money for it
but whatever worked at the time
worked
some old lady owned it before me
can tell she smoked a lot
the cigarette holes where everywhere
even the roof had a mark
that baby had many miles on it
kinda like me
it smelt of my freedom
kinda like I dreamed it would feel
I never registered that car.
sat in my grandmothers driveway
for about a year
I'd...
two doors
I loved that car
first thing I bought when I turned 16
used drug money for it
but whatever worked at the time
worked
some old lady owned it before me
can tell she smoked a lot
the cigarette holes where everywhere
even the roof had a mark
that baby had many miles on it
kinda like me
it smelt of my freedom
kinda like I dreamed it would feel
I never registered that car.
sat in my grandmothers driveway
for about a year
I'd...
1228 reads
10 Comments
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