Submissions by IlOgIcAL_L_O_G_I_C (Illogical Logic)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sometimes I don't understand the poetry I write. Somehow those are the times others understand them the best.
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 2:06am
30th Apr 2013 2:06am
Bully
I was one of those bullies
who killed others with words.
I was a hot head and had a mouth
that was much to big.
I enjoyed stepping on other people's spirits
and crushing them to sand.
I wouldn't ever hit anyone, no,
I was too frightened of the consequences,
so I hid behind my wall,
in a tower of words that said bitch
It never fazed me when someone cried,
I never noticed the features of those
I called ugly, fat, and hideous.
I never felt guilty when I saw the scars
on the arms of those I spat at,
it was okay,...
who killed others with words.
I was a hot head and had a mouth
that was much to big.
I enjoyed stepping on other people's spirits
and crushing them to sand.
I wouldn't ever hit anyone, no,
I was too frightened of the consequences,
so I hid behind my wall,
in a tower of words that said bitch
It never fazed me when someone cried,
I never noticed the features of those
I called ugly, fat, and hideous.
I never felt guilty when I saw the scars
on the arms of those I spat at,
it was okay,...
660 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 2:46am
29th Apr 2013 2:46am
I Was
Was I like this,
one of the arrogant
who needed a friend
and couldn't keep ahold
of my own head
long enough to realize
I had some?
I'm starting to feel old,
instead of others
cleaning my wounds
I'm wrapping theirs
I begin feeling shame
for what I was
Was I like those I've helped,
feeling too wounded inside
to care about what happened
outside?
Was I so blind?
Yes, I truely was,
the world and the people in it
we are pitiful
some more than others
Watch your knives...
it hurts...
one of the arrogant
who needed a friend
and couldn't keep ahold
of my own head
long enough to realize
I had some?
I'm starting to feel old,
instead of others
cleaning my wounds
I'm wrapping theirs
I begin feeling shame
for what I was
Was I like those I've helped,
feeling too wounded inside
to care about what happened
outside?
Was I so blind?
Yes, I truely was,
the world and the people in it
we are pitiful
some more than others
Watch your knives...
it hurts...
666 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 1:06am
29th Apr 2013 1:06am
Common Logic
I'll keep singing like a bird with no wings
in the city of pointless nothings,
and I'll keep running through a crooked field
full of flowers without any petals
I'll keep climbing dead trees that are just trunks
in forests of hollow bricks
and I'll keep dancing on glass rocks
until my feet are dusted with broken stars
and I'll keep doing it
just because you can't stop me
when I'm not using
common logic.
in the city of pointless nothings,
and I'll keep running through a crooked field
full of flowers without any petals
I'll keep climbing dead trees that are just trunks
in forests of hollow bricks
and I'll keep dancing on glass rocks
until my feet are dusted with broken stars
and I'll keep doing it
just because you can't stop me
when I'm not using
common logic.
581 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2013 4:22am
28th Apr 2013 4:22am
Arrogant
Outside they’re cute
But beware the bitch beneath
Only the arrogant swear
That means you can count in me
I fit in no catogory
But I got a label stuck to my cheek
I've got two personalities
Both of which I hope I never meet
And when I pay attention to reality
It disappears again
But beware the bitch beneath
Only the arrogant swear
That means you can count in me
I fit in no catogory
But I got a label stuck to my cheek
I've got two personalities
Both of which I hope I never meet
And when I pay attention to reality
It disappears again
764 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2013 12:12pm
26th Apr 2013 12:12pm
Pretend
I fly over towering trees
and dance over moonlit streams.
I play to live, to be content
since what's the use of
playing death, when in
my head I can pretend
that reality is my friend,
but when the crows fly next to me
I feel the dawn of reality
as their talons rake my eyes
to show what's happening outside.
The monsters live to revolve the world
and demons spring from the shadows
to take over the throne and rule.
There is nothing left but
empty screams that can't be heard
and the rancid smell
of the rotting dead.
...
and dance over moonlit streams.
I play to live, to be content
since what's the use of
playing death, when in
my head I can pretend
that reality is my friend,
but when the crows fly next to me
I feel the dawn of reality
as their talons rake my eyes
to show what's happening outside.
The monsters live to revolve the world
and demons spring from the shadows
to take over the throne and rule.
There is nothing left but
empty screams that can't be heard
and the rancid smell
of the rotting dead.
...
752 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 4:31am
23rd Apr 2013 4:31am
Fake
Isn't it great
to meet someone fake?
When lies aren't enough,
so they have to create
a new being in their place.
The facade should hide all reality
but they're probably not sure,
for those with fake identities
can't really remember who they
really are.
Those who have more than one face
end up with the weight of
not knowing who is who,
and getting all confused.
to meet someone fake?
When lies aren't enough,
so they have to create
a new being in their place.
The facade should hide all reality
but they're probably not sure,
for those with fake identities
can't really remember who they
really are.
Those who have more than one face
end up with the weight of
not knowing who is who,
and getting all confused.
863 reads
8 Comments
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