Submissions by GlennMcCrary
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet Sex God
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2010 8:30pm
9th Feb 2010 8:30pm
Magic Dust
I'm tired of hanging by a thread
on the edges of Satan's fangs
while the venom is pouring and burning me
until my carcass is all that remains
so I let go, withdrew, rapidly collapsing
as I awaited my impending doom
when suddenly out of nowhere a golden hand
scooped me up like a spoon
gently placing me in the center of a stage
where the spotlight was shining on me
then it sprinkled me with magic dust
thus releasing the ink from the seed
my emotions traveled at a velocity
faster than cars on highways
catching large amounts of attention...
on the edges of Satan's fangs
while the venom is pouring and burning me
until my carcass is all that remains
so I let go, withdrew, rapidly collapsing
as I awaited my impending doom
when suddenly out of nowhere a golden hand
scooped me up like a spoon
gently placing me in the center of a stage
where the spotlight was shining on me
then it sprinkled me with magic dust
thus releasing the ink from the seed
my emotions traveled at a velocity
faster than cars on highways
catching large amounts of attention...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2010 8:27pm
9th Feb 2010 8:27pm
Backstabbers
Everywhere I turn backstabbers dance
around me in their masks
in the light of my ridicule
they laugh and happily bask
their betrayal schemes are impenetrable
the codes I can't seem to crack
their footprints point in so many directions
that it's hard for me to keep track
I can feel the sting of their eyes
burning holes deep into my back
compassion for humanity is
something that they lack
I can't explain how it feels to receive
the blade of a jack knife into your spine
paralyzing you from the waist down making you wish
that you could...
around me in their masks
in the light of my ridicule
they laugh and happily bask
their betrayal schemes are impenetrable
the codes I can't seem to crack
their footprints point in so many directions
that it's hard for me to keep track
I can feel the sting of their eyes
burning holes deep into my back
compassion for humanity is
something that they lack
I can't explain how it feels to receive
the blade of a jack knife into your spine
paralyzing you from the waist down making you wish
that you could...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2010 9:45pm
8th Feb 2010 9:45pm
Psycho Scream
As I stand in the shadows of solitude
crying tears of bloody murder
I can feel the walls crushing the shield
around my heart with steel burners
I've tried so many methods but
I can't seem to erase the pain
that is clogging my arteries with
fatal portions of grains of
toxic salt as I bathe in a puddle of lies
so many words screaming at me
I'm screaming back but no can hear my cries
my heart was beating psychotically
I could feel the razor sharp edges of
the blades slicing open my finger tips
as I eagerly clutched my chest
lurking...
crying tears of bloody murder
I can feel the walls crushing the shield
around my heart with steel burners
I've tried so many methods but
I can't seem to erase the pain
that is clogging my arteries with
fatal portions of grains of
toxic salt as I bathe in a puddle of lies
so many words screaming at me
I'm screaming back but no can hear my cries
my heart was beating psychotically
I could feel the razor sharp edges of
the blades slicing open my finger tips
as I eagerly clutched my chest
lurking...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2010 9:43pm
8th Feb 2010 9:43pm
Time Capsule
Many years from now
when I look back in time
I want to be able to reminisce on the art
that created these amazing memories of mine
therefore I like to think of this journal
as my capsule of time profound
holding the pages of my lyrical journeys that
without the compass of my pen I never would've found
to hold on to these precious moments
locked away in this capsule for decades
is incredibly remarkable while all over
my body aches begin to invade
replaying these mental images in my brain
makes me want to shed tears
it's pointless to get...
when I look back in time
I want to be able to reminisce on the art
that created these amazing memories of mine
therefore I like to think of this journal
as my capsule of time profound
holding the pages of my lyrical journeys that
without the compass of my pen I never would've found
to hold on to these precious moments
locked away in this capsule for decades
is incredibly remarkable while all over
my body aches begin to invade
replaying these mental images in my brain
makes me want to shed tears
it's pointless to get...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 9:52pm
7th Feb 2010 9:52pm
Say What You Want
Go ahead say what you want
I'll still sleep tonight
blocking your evil torpedoes
yeah I'm putting up a fight
lashing out with a flame thrower
ready to burn your pessimistic tongue
that's depriving me of happiness
drizzling darkness on my fun
say what you want it won't crash
the systems of my hard drive
tomorrow when I wake up
I'll still be alive
you're words can't penetrate the solidity
of the shields of my dream rocks
dropping on ya head giving your scalp
a good hard knock
you can't steal my happiness
it's...
I'll still sleep tonight
blocking your evil torpedoes
yeah I'm putting up a fight
lashing out with a flame thrower
ready to burn your pessimistic tongue
that's depriving me of happiness
drizzling darkness on my fun
say what you want it won't crash
the systems of my hard drive
tomorrow when I wake up
I'll still be alive
you're words can't penetrate the solidity
of the shields of my dream rocks
dropping on ya head giving your scalp
a good hard knock
you can't steal my happiness
it's...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 9:49pm
7th Feb 2010 9:49pm
Nightmare In A Straight Jacket
Wanted posters of a man are
scattered all over the streets
people can cash in on his capture
but they won't get a receipt
see he's an imaginary figment that poses
no threat of physical harm
he's behind the doors of your eyelids
waiting ready and armed
he has broken free of the restraints of
his straight jacket to which he was confined
now he possesses pistols locked and loaded
wanting to commit acts of homicide to pass the time
the soul of a stone cold killer is what
his personality clearly defines
the hatred in his eyes was...
scattered all over the streets
people can cash in on his capture
but they won't get a receipt
see he's an imaginary figment that poses
no threat of physical harm
he's behind the doors of your eyelids
waiting ready and armed
he has broken free of the restraints of
his straight jacket to which he was confined
now he possesses pistols locked and loaded
wanting to commit acts of homicide to pass the time
the soul of a stone cold killer is what
his personality clearly defines
the hatred in his eyes was...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 7:08am
7th Feb 2010 7:08am
Blanket Heart
When there is a hole in my future
and I feel like I'm about to fall through
you are the trampoline that bounces me
back to safety reassuring me I'm not doomed
the blistering cold winds of this world are
taking a toll on my heart freezing it to death
suffocating it by numbing the ventricles of
the chambers slowly but surely ripping it apart
I swear I was on the verge of being teleported
by the hands of the bipolar angels to the caves of
spiritual assassins the pain that came from the thorns
of their hands were pricking my skin I thought I'd forever...
and I feel like I'm about to fall through
you are the trampoline that bounces me
back to safety reassuring me I'm not doomed
the blistering cold winds of this world are
taking a toll on my heart freezing it to death
suffocating it by numbing the ventricles of
the chambers slowly but surely ripping it apart
I swear I was on the verge of being teleported
by the hands of the bipolar angels to the caves of
spiritual assassins the pain that came from the thorns
of their hands were pricking my skin I thought I'd forever...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 7:06am
7th Feb 2010 7:06am
Mute Masters
Invisible to the human eye
we have a bond so deep under
the surface of the oceans of insomnia
that I'm drowning in that I can barely sleep
instead of communicating with words in the language
of our native tongues we've mastered the art of mute language
opportunity knocked and we willingly took the plunge with the
needles of our eyes we poke through the scabs of the gashes
of our wounds that have been bruising and breaking us
dissolving us into puddles that ooze of our needs to be
loved and accepted but that road has been blocked off
with a dead end...
we have a bond so deep under
the surface of the oceans of insomnia
that I'm drowning in that I can barely sleep
instead of communicating with words in the language
of our native tongues we've mastered the art of mute language
opportunity knocked and we willingly took the plunge with the
needles of our eyes we poke through the scabs of the gashes
of our wounds that have been bruising and breaking us
dissolving us into puddles that ooze of our needs to be
loved and accepted but that road has been blocked off
with a dead end...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 7:46pm
6th Feb 2010 7:46pm
Shapeshifter
Every day when I walk around
these homosapien polluted streets
all that surrounds me are images of
deceit people may tell you what they
want you to hear but behind closed doors
they hide in a bubble of cowardice and fear
to the public eye a snobbish, arrogant, filthy
rich bastard is what you appear when in reality
it hurts you in ways so severe through telekinesis
the burn of anger from these people's faces are
throwing spears aiming to kill with a desire to see
your blood spill there's no need to change you are
perfect the way you are and until...
these homosapien polluted streets
all that surrounds me are images of
deceit people may tell you what they
want you to hear but behind closed doors
they hide in a bubble of cowardice and fear
to the public eye a snobbish, arrogant, filthy
rich bastard is what you appear when in reality
it hurts you in ways so severe through telekinesis
the burn of anger from these people's faces are
throwing spears aiming to kill with a desire to see
your blood spill there's no need to change you are
perfect the way you are and until...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 7:44pm
6th Feb 2010 7:44pm
Who I Am
Who I am is something
that you will quickly learn
no matter how many times
you extinguish me like a wild fire
I'll still continue to burn you can try
but you'll never pierce the plates of
my indestructible armor she's loyal
and can outlast all of you making it impossible
to harm her at the end of every battle resilient
I always stand the deaths of theses motherfuckers
were rehearsed and intentionally planned the smell
of the decaying corpses lying around me is unbearable
to contain they smelled very similar to a sewer that's the
best way I...
that you will quickly learn
no matter how many times
you extinguish me like a wild fire
I'll still continue to burn you can try
but you'll never pierce the plates of
my indestructible armor she's loyal
and can outlast all of you making it impossible
to harm her at the end of every battle resilient
I always stand the deaths of theses motherfuckers
were rehearsed and intentionally planned the smell
of the decaying corpses lying around me is unbearable
to contain they smelled very similar to a sewer that's the
best way I...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2010 7:40pm
5th Feb 2010 7:40pm
Suicide River
Here I am once again being washed away
sinking all the way to the bottom of the river
of death as you watch with no mercy or compassion
for the weak and fragile condition of the frame of
my emotions you don't give a damn about how much
pain I am in you're just standing there laughing at
my pathetic attempts to revive myself of the poison
that you've injected into my brain I could feel the echoes
of your maniacal laughter reverberating off of the walls of
my sternum shattering my heart into fragments picking up
the pieces and squirting out the...
sinking all the way to the bottom of the river
of death as you watch with no mercy or compassion
for the weak and fragile condition of the frame of
my emotions you don't give a damn about how much
pain I am in you're just standing there laughing at
my pathetic attempts to revive myself of the poison
that you've injected into my brain I could feel the echoes
of your maniacal laughter reverberating off of the walls of
my sternum shattering my heart into fragments picking up
the pieces and squirting out the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2010 7:39pm
5th Feb 2010 7:39pm
Electric Love Letter
Things were going so well everything was just fine
unless I've been mistakenly blind there have been
countless times when you've told me that you loved me
and like a fool I believed you until that dreadful day that
I received that letter I swear upon my life that letter has
placed a curse blended together from a mixture of anger,
confusion, indecision and possibly boredom however it still
haunts me to this day how could she do this to me? what have
I done? I thought I was her knight in shining armor I thought I
was the piece that completed her puzzle I...
unless I've been mistakenly blind there have been
countless times when you've told me that you loved me
and like a fool I believed you until that dreadful day that
I received that letter I swear upon my life that letter has
placed a curse blended together from a mixture of anger,
confusion, indecision and possibly boredom however it still
haunts me to this day how could she do this to me? what have
I done? I thought I was her knight in shining armor I thought I
was the piece that completed her puzzle I...
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