Submissions by HJSHREEVE
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 12:34pm
16th Jul 2012 12:34pm
Hey, cruel world...
Hey, cruel world...
Hey, cruel world,
Leave me alone.
I'm tired and I'm broke.
A bitter old man,
25 years on and im still here,
A blob of blood on a ball of dirt.
When will the madness end?
When the bombs go off?
When your religions die?
When I conform to your every need?
I'm still tired and broke world!
Leave me alone...
Stop knocking at my door,
There is nothing left to save,
If god was alive,
Then he died this way,
Choking on his discontent,
Most likely.
Hey cruel world,
You tied me to the...
Hey, cruel world,
Leave me alone.
I'm tired and I'm broke.
A bitter old man,
25 years on and im still here,
A blob of blood on a ball of dirt.
When will the madness end?
When the bombs go off?
When your religions die?
When I conform to your every need?
I'm still tired and broke world!
Leave me alone...
Stop knocking at my door,
There is nothing left to save,
If god was alive,
Then he died this way,
Choking on his discontent,
Most likely.
Hey cruel world,
You tied me to the...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 12:28pm
14th Jul 2012 12:28pm
My dear child...
My dear child.
You were a product of poor environment.
You were given no chance,
You were given no hope,
Destined to be held captive,
In a prison of flesh and bone.
Children should play,
Children should laugh,
Children should explore new worlds,
You only knew of pain,
You only knew illness,
You only knew of despair.
No child should be as you.
No child is a machine.
I now look upon man in disgust,
For making you this way.
You were never kept by breast,
You were fed by machines,
Machines that kept you....
You were a product of poor environment.
You were given no chance,
You were given no hope,
Destined to be held captive,
In a prison of flesh and bone.
Children should play,
Children should laugh,
Children should explore new worlds,
You only knew of pain,
You only knew illness,
You only knew of despair.
No child should be as you.
No child is a machine.
I now look upon man in disgust,
For making you this way.
You were never kept by breast,
You were fed by machines,
Machines that kept you....
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jul 2012 10:27am
5th Jul 2012 10:27am
Idle in June
She dares not let the world hear her speak,
She's getting thin and looking meek,
A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak
She lays idle in the month of June.
Her hands are cracked and stained from mud,
although she bathes in lathered suds
There's a little of me inside her blood
She lays idle in the month of June
She carries child at her old age,
She's stuck inside her fleshy cage,
Her father birthed her insidious rage
She lays idle in the month of June.
They locked her in a cell up high,
The crime of seeking suicide...
She's getting thin and looking meek,
A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak
She lays idle in the month of June.
Her hands are cracked and stained from mud,
although she bathes in lathered suds
There's a little of me inside her blood
She lays idle in the month of June
She carries child at her old age,
She's stuck inside her fleshy cage,
Her father birthed her insidious rage
She lays idle in the month of June.
They locked her in a cell up high,
The crime of seeking suicide...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2012 11:13pm
4th Jul 2012 11:13pm
I bow to no one.
I bow to no one.
My own miserable embrace keeps me warm,
In times of consistent cold.
I stand up proudly to declare,
Here, I bow to no one.
Early A.m. They knock on my door,
Another insane request, that I conform.
I stand proudly to declare
Here, I bow to no one.
My oceans know no shores,
My rivers have no end,
The waters flow more freely,
Here, I bow to no one.
I burnt my plastic furniture,
I severed all that tied,
Life is now so beautiful
Now I bow to no one.
My own miserable embrace keeps me warm,
In times of consistent cold.
I stand up proudly to declare,
Here, I bow to no one.
Early A.m. They knock on my door,
Another insane request, that I conform.
I stand proudly to declare
Here, I bow to no one.
My oceans know no shores,
My rivers have no end,
The waters flow more freely,
Here, I bow to no one.
I burnt my plastic furniture,
I severed all that tied,
Life is now so beautiful
Now I bow to no one.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2012 1:47pm
4th Jul 2012 1:47pm
To my collegues
To my collegues
Does my confidence unnerve you,
Can you feel me in your gut?
I know you think I'm ugly,
But I know you all want a fuck.
You can not tell me how to cut my hair.
Whatever you think, I couldnt care.
I can not give you an E.T.A.
On how long my next bowel movement will take.
I went to the toilet, to cough up the cakes you baked.
I don't want to know about your husbands cousins son.
Your families, pathetic, your children, dumb.
Is there a company policy for scratching my ass?
Is there any way I can take a pass?
...
Does my confidence unnerve you,
Can you feel me in your gut?
I know you think I'm ugly,
But I know you all want a fuck.
You can not tell me how to cut my hair.
Whatever you think, I couldnt care.
I can not give you an E.T.A.
On how long my next bowel movement will take.
I went to the toilet, to cough up the cakes you baked.
I don't want to know about your husbands cousins son.
Your families, pathetic, your children, dumb.
Is there a company policy for scratching my ass?
Is there any way I can take a pass?
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 5:58am
30th Jun 2012 5:58am
"On Modern Woman"
Smile, take a pretty picture,
Be the best woman you can be.
Paint your nails a scarlet red,
Stain your hair a pale blonde,
Be the best woman you can be.
Perk up those breasts,
Put razor to flesh,
Then Scrape off those old skin cells
Breed, woman, breed!
But don't you get stretch marks.
Be the best woman you can be.
Tear the hair from your vulva,
Be the first to church,
When in doubt, smile.
Steam your hair and bleach your teeth,
Don't neglect your husbands needs,
Be the best woman you can be.
...
Be the best woman you can be.
Paint your nails a scarlet red,
Stain your hair a pale blonde,
Be the best woman you can be.
Perk up those breasts,
Put razor to flesh,
Then Scrape off those old skin cells
Breed, woman, breed!
But don't you get stretch marks.
Be the best woman you can be.
Tear the hair from your vulva,
Be the first to church,
When in doubt, smile.
Steam your hair and bleach your teeth,
Don't neglect your husbands needs,
Be the best woman you can be.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 5:56am
30th Jun 2012 5:56am
Despair
Despair,
A hole dug deep,
By bloody fingernails,
Dug deep,
By the strongest of men.
Many hands have scaled,
Her endless, dirty walls.
I bite my fingers in anticipation,
I taste nothing but mud,
My poor, cracked fingernails.
Look up,
You no longer see,
Blinding light at her entrance,
Your retinas are pale,
From months in the dark.
Keep biting those nails,
You might get them clean.
A hole dug deep,
By bloody fingernails,
Dug deep,
By the strongest of men.
Many hands have scaled,
Her endless, dirty walls.
I bite my fingers in anticipation,
I taste nothing but mud,
My poor, cracked fingernails.
Look up,
You no longer see,
Blinding light at her entrance,
Your retinas are pale,
From months in the dark.
Keep biting those nails,
You might get them clean.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 2:04pm
26th Jun 2012 2:04pm
Longing....
feel my longing,
dripping from each pores,
tight black,
makes skin so crisp and white,
beckon me to bite, taste, drown
My sea of sorrow touches no shore
pale, soft blonde hair,
no longer offends me
I have yearned for you,
Since I first smelt your sweet scent,
I forget you are merely a child,
I am a tortured old dog,
You are my cage.
dripping from each pores,
tight black,
makes skin so crisp and white,
beckon me to bite, taste, drown
My sea of sorrow touches no shore
pale, soft blonde hair,
no longer offends me
I have yearned for you,
Since I first smelt your sweet scent,
I forget you are merely a child,
I am a tortured old dog,
You are my cage.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 2:01pm
26th Jun 2012 2:01pm
Father....
Father, Listen,
Did life not turn out as you had planned?
The grass not greener, Your rivers dammed?
How was it, that you wound up here?
Moved by hate, Consumed by fear.
Father, Listen,
As I go grey, I wonder will I die this way?
A life of waste, To dwell on rage,
You won't find peace, at your old age!
Father, Listen,
I feared you as a child,
Your unkind temper, It made me wild,
I know my Mother is hard to please,
This sad existence, Now my disease.
Father, Listen,
For just once to me,
The apple, It...
Did life not turn out as you had planned?
The grass not greener, Your rivers dammed?
How was it, that you wound up here?
Moved by hate, Consumed by fear.
Father, Listen,
As I go grey, I wonder will I die this way?
A life of waste, To dwell on rage,
You won't find peace, at your old age!
Father, Listen,
I feared you as a child,
Your unkind temper, It made me wild,
I know my Mother is hard to please,
This sad existence, Now my disease.
Father, Listen,
For just once to me,
The apple, It...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 1:34pm
25th Jun 2012 1:34pm
Caged, like a three legged pig.
Do not seek refuge in the places that I do,
Such places would do you no good.
This is all around me, It follows me there.
I am told it is not necessary to fear one's own kind,
Tell me, Do you?
Only animals, Broken in spirit,
Soil the place they eat and sleep,
I walk through your steel jungle,
I can not stand the stench of your filth,
The same filth that tars my lung, stains my teeth.
Do you feel free?
Do you feel like a once proud beast,
One tied, Drugged and placed in captivity.
You sleep in your own excrement.
...
Such places would do you no good.
This is all around me, It follows me there.
I am told it is not necessary to fear one's own kind,
Tell me, Do you?
Only animals, Broken in spirit,
Soil the place they eat and sleep,
I walk through your steel jungle,
I can not stand the stench of your filth,
The same filth that tars my lung, stains my teeth.
Do you feel free?
Do you feel like a once proud beast,
One tied, Drugged and placed in captivity.
You sleep in your own excrement.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 1:28pm
25th Jun 2012 1:28pm
Home...
It always rains in my hometown,
The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away
The town cut out my tongue,
It grew back sharper and quicker than the one they stole.
I walk by the river,
Still black from the ones it took,
When my thoughts fall upon a deaf ear,
I begin to whisper.
This is my home.
I care little for your Tupperware regime,
I care little for your barbecue tyranny,
One should always give way to real men.
Home, is where the heart is.
The fruit, plentiful,
It decays in the street,
By...
The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away
The town cut out my tongue,
It grew back sharper and quicker than the one they stole.
I walk by the river,
Still black from the ones it took,
When my thoughts fall upon a deaf ear,
I begin to whisper.
This is my home.
I care little for your Tupperware regime,
I care little for your barbecue tyranny,
One should always give way to real men.
Home, is where the heart is.
The fruit, plentiful,
It decays in the street,
By...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2012 3:36pm
23rd Jun 2012 3:36pm
So petty, The concerns of man.
So petty, the concerns of man
That I would bore out my ears
For but a brief silence
Gouge my eyes,
With glowing iron
In defiance
Of your brighter tomorrow.
The fruit has grown bland,
full of pips and rot.
Once warm, sweet milk
Now Curdles in mouth
I no longer find pleasure in taste
So empty, The talk of man,
That I would tear out my tongue,
To be excused from reply,
Savoring my speechless silence
Sever my nose,
And become your scentless apprentice.
Here, I am among no one.
Here, I am a wanderer,...
That I would bore out my ears
For but a brief silence
Gouge my eyes,
With glowing iron
In defiance
Of your brighter tomorrow.
The fruit has grown bland,
full of pips and rot.
Once warm, sweet milk
Now Curdles in mouth
I no longer find pleasure in taste
So empty, The talk of man,
That I would tear out my tongue,
To be excused from reply,
Savoring my speechless silence
Sever my nose,
And become your scentless apprentice.
Here, I am among no one.
Here, I am a wanderer,...
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