Submissions by Gormind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
26th Jan 2016 6:05pm
26th Jan 2016 6:05pm
She and I
I love her when I’m alive and
She shows me she’s open-minded
I hug her when she’s crying
She doesn’t believe my lying
I love her when I’m dying
She shows me that she’s trying
I kiss her when she’s shy and
I always try to be complying
I love her when its burning
She’s sick of all her hurting
I look at her with yearning
She shows me her poison
blank pages an cut open eyes
endless nights an clear skies
I like to keep her on my mind
always in my head
I like to see her sleeping
eyes always opened
She shows me she’s open-minded
I hug her when she’s crying
She doesn’t believe my lying
I love her when I’m dying
She shows me that she’s trying
I kiss her when she’s shy and
I always try to be complying
I love her when its burning
She’s sick of all her hurting
I look at her with yearning
She shows me her poison
blank pages an cut open eyes
endless nights an clear skies
I like to keep her on my mind
always in my head
I like to see her sleeping
eyes always opened
491 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2016 5:36pm
25th Jan 2016 5:36pm
A Plastic Rose
I saw her and had to know her name
Blank pages and cut open big blue eyes
Looking at her like the sun as she glanced at me
Looking at her like the moon as she danced with me
A blanket of stars in the sky's sea
An endless night was falling, sleep was calling
wake up from being dead at at 3 or 4
go back to bed to dream of her some more
A beautiful and everlasting moment
When she cried in my arms
A plastic rose
She sat next to me and caught my disease
What more can i say
Would she care to share some of her life with me
Blank pages and cut open big blue eyes
Looking at her like the sun as she glanced at me
Looking at her like the moon as she danced with me
A blanket of stars in the sky's sea
An endless night was falling, sleep was calling
wake up from being dead at at 3 or 4
go back to bed to dream of her some more
A beautiful and everlasting moment
When she cried in my arms
A plastic rose
She sat next to me and caught my disease
What more can i say
Would she care to share some of her life with me
765 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 1:09am
21st Nov 2015 1:09am
relationships
a little hit of dopamine
i can't keep my mind clean
every time i get a chance
these girls love and then prance
they run away so fast
my feelings are all in the past
i want the love to last
i don't want the lust to rust
i just want one girl to love its a must
i can't keep my mind clean
every time i get a chance
these girls love and then prance
they run away so fast
my feelings are all in the past
i want the love to last
i don't want the lust to rust
i just want one girl to love its a must
438 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 7:46pm
20th Nov 2015 7:46pm
Bleeding Heart
True
Thank you
You too
My brain is blue
My ears are red
My eyes are dry
I think i want to die
Thank you
You too
My brain is blue
My ears are red
My eyes are dry
I think i want to die
577 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
20th Nov 2015 3:38am
20th Nov 2015 3:38am
Wasting Time
Wasting time racing mind
Wasted sign real kind
Cold eyes bold lies
Size dies despise ties
Computer brain commuter strains
Who’s to choose who’s to lose
Listens to blues drinks his booze
Shines his shoes ties his noose
Wasted sign real kind
Cold eyes bold lies
Size dies despise ties
Computer brain commuter strains
Who’s to choose who’s to lose
Listens to blues drinks his booze
Shines his shoes ties his noose
518 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 3:34am
20th Nov 2015 3:34am
addy
Chopping wood for tim-a-tree
17 year old kid
Working 6 days a week
hours 7 to 6
he can't find any sleep
He eats pills like trail mix That's his favorite fix
Mixing coffee all the time
That's when his mind starts to wind
goes off on a walk
starts to talk
running through time and speaking in rhyme
listening to the stones
wishing to be Brian jones
17 year old kid
Working 6 days a week
hours 7 to 6
he can't find any sleep
He eats pills like trail mix That's his favorite fix
Mixing coffee all the time
That's when his mind starts to wind
goes off on a walk
starts to talk
running through time and speaking in rhyme
listening to the stones
wishing to be Brian jones
481 reads
0 Comments
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