Submissions by Gonzo69 (AnthonyHendrix)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 2:15am
11th Jul 2014 2:15am
Her Words
When I read
Her words,
I’m no longer
Numb.
A million
Fucking miles
Away, she still
Puts a smile
On my face.
She talks dirty
Better than
Any other
Girl I know,
All the while
Writing these
Love poems
That make me
Believe it could
Be true.
Mystery is a
Motherfucker
For a dreamer
Like me and
Her’s is the
Best I know.
She is like a
Star in the night
Seen through a
Smoke screen--
Fire through
Rose colored
Glasses.
She is
Pure beauty,...
Her words,
I’m no longer
Numb.
A million
Fucking miles
Away, she still
Puts a smile
On my face.
She talks dirty
Better than
Any other
Girl I know,
All the while
Writing these
Love poems
That make me
Believe it could
Be true.
Mystery is a
Motherfucker
For a dreamer
Like me and
Her’s is the
Best I know.
She is like a
Star in the night
Seen through a
Smoke screen--
Fire through
Rose colored
Glasses.
She is
Pure beauty,...
1111 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 8:45am
10th Jul 2014 8:45am
Narcotic Rant
I got a phone
Full of names I
Don’t know--
Girls I can’t
Remember and
Nights won’t
Remember.
I lost count of the
Drinks I’ve drank
Long the fuck ago.
...
Full of names I
Don’t know--
Girls I can’t
Remember and
Nights won’t
Remember.
I lost count of the
Drinks I’ve drank
Long the fuck ago.
...
815 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 1:42am
26th Jun 2014 1:42am
Rx
Rx means a
Good time.
Rx means
Potency.
Rx for my
Sanity.
Rx for some
Focus.
Rx in a
Bump,
Rx in a
Shot.
Rx makes
My heart
Beat,
Rx makes
My mind
Race.
Rx keeps
My doctor
Rich,
Rx keeps
My grades
Up.
Rx paves
The way,
Rx drags
Me down.
Rx kills whats
Left of me,
Rx ruins whats
Left for me.
Rx or nothing.
Sobriety doesn't
Mix with our
Society.
Good time.
Rx means
Potency.
Rx for my
Sanity.
Rx for some
Focus.
Rx in a
Bump,
Rx in a
Shot.
Rx makes
My heart
Beat,
Rx makes
My mind
Race.
Rx keeps
My doctor
Rich,
Rx keeps
My grades
Up.
Rx paves
The way,
Rx drags
Me down.
Rx kills whats
Left of me,
Rx ruins whats
Left for me.
Rx or nothing.
Sobriety doesn't
Mix with our
Society.
1017 reads
12 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2014 4:05am
20th Jun 2014 4:05am
C.I.A. Call Girl
The year was 1957 and
I honestly can’t remember
What month it was.
I was heading back home from
My job working on a fishing boat.
I decided to stop at a bar and
Grab a few drinks before I
Made the trek on home.
I saw this amazing looking
Girl sitting at the other
End of the bar and she
Kept giving me the eyes.
I...
I honestly can’t remember
What month it was.
I was heading back home from
My job working on a fishing boat.
I decided to stop at a bar and
Grab a few drinks before I
Made the trek on home.
I saw this amazing looking
Girl sitting at the other
End of the bar and she
Kept giving me the eyes.
I...
1159 reads
11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 7:45pm
19th Jun 2014 7:45pm
Twenty-One
Cigs, Cigs,
Cigs, all the
Cigs, they
Get me
Through my
Days.
I enjoy the
Sound of pills
Rattling in a
Freshly filled
Script.
Adderall
Gets me
Moving and
Xanax
Floats me
Back Down
To my
Pillow.
Day turns to
Night and I
Can’t feel the
Difference--
Just one
Continuous
Comatose
State I can’t ...
Cigs, all the
Cigs, they
Get me
Through my
Days.
I enjoy the
Sound of pills
Rattling in a
Freshly filled
Script.
Adderall
Gets me
Moving and
Xanax
Floats me
Back Down
To my
Pillow.
Day turns to
Night and I
Can’t feel the
Difference--
Just one
Continuous
Comatose
State I can’t ...
979 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 11:06pm
9th Jun 2014 11:06pm
From Tar to the Stars
I walk down a
Path of tar,
Struggling to
Move my feet.
I know of the
Music and lights
Waiting at the
End.
But can I
Make it to them
Before its too
Late?
I’m sinking and
Beginning to get
Stuck, but still I
Try.
One foot in
Front of the
Other, always
Relentless in my
Pursuit.
Can I make...
Path of tar,
Struggling to
Move my feet.
I know of the
Music and lights
Waiting at the
End.
But can I
Make it to them
Before its too
Late?
I’m sinking and
Beginning to get
Stuck, but still I
Try.
One foot in
Front of the
Other, always
Relentless in my
Pursuit.
Can I make...
878 reads
16 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 4:17am
9th Jun 2014 4:17am
No One Knew
Six months went by and
Nobody knew she was dead.
Her family perished in a car
Accident the year before and
She’d always been a loner.
After the accident, she got a
Loft and paid six months
Rent in advance.
Three months in, she put a
Gun to her head and decided
Life wasn't worth living--
Not one friend or family
Member around to pull her...
Nobody knew she was dead.
Her family perished in a car
Accident the year before and
She’d always been a loner.
After the accident, she got a
Loft and paid six months
Rent in advance.
Three months in, she put a
Gun to her head and decided
Life wasn't worth living--
Not one friend or family
Member around to pull her...
876 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 9:59pm
6th Jun 2014 9:59pm
Dancing Alone In The Night
Sometimes, I like to
Dance alone in the
Night.
I get stoned and
Listen to the Stones--
Do a line and fly
Up into the night
Sky.
Alone, oh, all alone,
Just me and my
Imagination.
Twist and groove,
Careless to the
Looming doom
Waiting for me at
Sunrise.
I dim the lights and
Spark a cig--close my
Eyes and begin to
Transcend
My walls become
Nonexistent and I find
Myself among the ...
Dance alone in the
Night.
I get stoned and
Listen to the Stones--
Do a line and fly
Up into the night
Sky.
Alone, oh, all alone,
Just me and my
Imagination.
Twist and groove,
Careless to the
Looming doom
Waiting for me at
Sunrise.
I dim the lights and
Spark a cig--close my
Eyes and begin to
Transcend
My walls become
Nonexistent and I find
Myself among the ...
673 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 1:51pm
6th Jun 2014 1:51pm
That Black Cat
Walking out after paying for my gas,
I could hear the sounds of meows.
I knew a cat was around, so I looked.
It was a cold night, very cold, and
I found the black cat begging to get
Into the gas station to warm up.
It had somehow lost it’s
Tail and had a couple scars.
I figured it had been abused.
I called for it and slowly, it came to me.
It’s fur was freezing and I could feel it shiver.
I sat there petting it and trying to warm it up
For nearly an hour before I recognized that
I’d only...
I could hear the sounds of meows.
I knew a cat was around, so I looked.
It was a cold night, very cold, and
I found the black cat begging to get
Into the gas station to warm up.
It had somehow lost it’s
Tail and had a couple scars.
I figured it had been abused.
I called for it and slowly, it came to me.
It’s fur was freezing and I could feel it shiver.
I sat there petting it and trying to warm it up
For nearly an hour before I recognized that
I’d only...
589 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2014 1:44pm
6th Jun 2014 1:44pm
When The Party Ends
The party is over.
I knew all along it would
End. It had to sometime.
Now, here I am, watching the
Sunrise, smoking a joint, and
Drinking the last of the liquor.
My wallet is empty and the
Girls are gone, but still the music
Plays, reminding me that there are
Many more celebrations to be had.
This won’t be my last hurrah.
There will always be another party,
Another girl, and another great time.
I knew all along it would
End. It had to sometime.
Now, here I am, watching the
Sunrise, smoking a joint, and
Drinking the last of the liquor.
My wallet is empty and the
Girls are gone, but still the music
Plays, reminding me that there are
Many more celebrations to be had.
This won’t be my last hurrah.
There will always be another party,
Another girl, and another great time.
620 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 7:48pm
5th Jun 2014 7:48pm
Peeping Tom
He creeps and crawls
Behind the blinds of
Your windows, waiting,
Stalking, and breathing as
You undress before his eyes.
His impulses get the best of
Him and soon your skin is his
Desire. Every Night he watches
You as you sit in front of the screen,
Pondering, masturbating, and
Questioning. He wonders weather
You could be his. Are you weak?
Will you succumb to his manipulation?
Is your soul easy enough to take?
Months go on and the shadow remains.
Are the cops worth calling? Will they
Help? Or will they just piss...
Behind the blinds of
Your windows, waiting,
Stalking, and breathing as
You undress before his eyes.
His impulses get the best of
Him and soon your skin is his
Desire. Every Night he watches
You as you sit in front of the screen,
Pondering, masturbating, and
Questioning. He wonders weather
You could be his. Are you weak?
Will you succumb to his manipulation?
Is your soul easy enough to take?
Months go on and the shadow remains.
Are the cops worth calling? Will they
Help? Or will they just piss...
910 reads
11 Comments
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