Submissions by IsaacNewe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If i spoke as much as i think, i'd die of lack of oxygen. If i thought as much as i speak, i'd be brain dead. I just write anything, sometimes it's good, usually it's bad, but it keeps me sane-ish
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 00:34am
26th Mar 2013 00:34am
A crime never forgot
What type of life can one man lead,
When all he really wants to do is bleed,
See the maimed fall, watch them crawl,
And envy them with all his heart,
Hopes his world will fall apart,
So he can rebuild and start anew,
Live a life he never knew,
Turn the present into past,
A happy life to live at last,
But the world can never forgive,
And he shall die as he did live.
When all he really wants to do is bleed,
See the maimed fall, watch them crawl,
And envy them with all his heart,
Hopes his world will fall apart,
So he can rebuild and start anew,
Live a life he never knew,
Turn the present into past,
A happy life to live at last,
But the world can never forgive,
And he shall die as he did live.
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 00:31am
26th Mar 2013 00:31am
Troubled Mind
There are very rarely and reasons, that are truly sincere,
Even rarer any feelings that I feel other than fear,
A solitary man, who many like, but not love,
Desire unfounded,
Ambition resented,
A glance up above, and a chance is presented,
But chances are lost and forgot in the mind of a dreamer,
Lives inside his mind, where it’s cleaner,
Darkness creeps in, and all seems brighter,
But the world soon creeps in, and its hard to fight her,
Hatred blows in, with a voice saying ‘kill’,
And there’s nothing to stop me, at all, so I will.
Even rarer any feelings that I feel other than fear,
A solitary man, who many like, but not love,
Desire unfounded,
Ambition resented,
A glance up above, and a chance is presented,
But chances are lost and forgot in the mind of a dreamer,
Lives inside his mind, where it’s cleaner,
Darkness creeps in, and all seems brighter,
But the world soon creeps in, and its hard to fight her,
Hatred blows in, with a voice saying ‘kill’,
And there’s nothing to stop me, at all, so I will.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 4:13pm
25th Mar 2013 4:13pm
Falling man
A falling man is shy and dull,
He ought to cry his eyes are full,
He’s far too high, he’s coming down,
He was chatty, now no sound,
He’s not happy, he’s not proud,
A misanthrope in a one-horse town,
Dying, living, singing, fucking,
Dead, existing, sung and fucked,
Pointless little chicks are clucking,
Just one prick and they you’re hooked,
All that pleasure, loss of mind,
Loss of faith of any kind,
Crawling on his hands and feet,
Nose down low for filth to meet,
Vomit at your own rank smell,
Hopping round in burning hell,...
He ought to cry his eyes are full,
He’s far too high, he’s coming down,
He was chatty, now no sound,
He’s not happy, he’s not proud,
A misanthrope in a one-horse town,
Dying, living, singing, fucking,
Dead, existing, sung and fucked,
Pointless little chicks are clucking,
Just one prick and they you’re hooked,
All that pleasure, loss of mind,
Loss of faith of any kind,
Crawling on his hands and feet,
Nose down low for filth to meet,
Vomit at your own rank smell,
Hopping round in burning hell,...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 4:12pm
25th Mar 2013 4:12pm
Locked away in pity
I’m happy on my own, locked away, nice and warm,
They all seem so annoyed that I’m staunchly unemployed,
And I think they find it scary that it isn’t quite the norm,
And oh so disappointed that my prospects are destroyed,
Sleeping all day, drinking all night,
Maybe it’s a cliché, but to me it feels right,
Preaching, you’re sincere, maybe shed a tear,
But these all things I don’t really need to hear,
I am in free-fall, so it seems, feels good,
And when I sleep I rule the roost in lucid dreams,
I know that I’m not existing exactly as I should,...
They all seem so annoyed that I’m staunchly unemployed,
And I think they find it scary that it isn’t quite the norm,
And oh so disappointed that my prospects are destroyed,
Sleeping all day, drinking all night,
Maybe it’s a cliché, but to me it feels right,
Preaching, you’re sincere, maybe shed a tear,
But these all things I don’t really need to hear,
I am in free-fall, so it seems, feels good,
And when I sleep I rule the roost in lucid dreams,
I know that I’m not existing exactly as I should,...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 1:45am
25th Mar 2013 1:45am
Dance of the Devil's Spawn
I felt her touch as chilling as the night,
Her clothes were torn,
Her empty voice and face were such a sight,
A hope forlorn,
She slipped into a mesmerising dance,
She danced ‘til dawn,
I found myself a captive in the trance,
The Devil’s pawn
And then the infant fell between her knees,
Satan’s spawn,
But it didn’t live up to its prophecies,
Evil was born,
He spoke to me of bondage, death and pain,
And he went on,
Over his beloved he would reign,
Then he was gone,
He told me that one day he would return,
And he would...
Her clothes were torn,
Her empty voice and face were such a sight,
A hope forlorn,
She slipped into a mesmerising dance,
She danced ‘til dawn,
I found myself a captive in the trance,
The Devil’s pawn
And then the infant fell between her knees,
Satan’s spawn,
But it didn’t live up to its prophecies,
Evil was born,
He spoke to me of bondage, death and pain,
And he went on,
Over his beloved he would reign,
Then he was gone,
He told me that one day he would return,
And he would...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 1:43am
25th Mar 2013 1:43am
From a distance
Boys and girls don’t be coy with me now,
Don’t play the shy game,
Don’t swivel hips and ask me how,
For this was your aim,
You made me into something that I,
Never wanted to be,
Now you make me shake and cry,
Would you just look at me,
You don’t see me do it,
But I do,
Can’t help go through it,
All too true,
Your little smiles and squinting eyes,
Judgemental words and morale highs,
Sit down with your blinkered hyperopia,
Back off into your dirty little shade,
Please let me be your comrade,
Your ignorance is my utopia
Don’t play the shy game,
Don’t swivel hips and ask me how,
For this was your aim,
You made me into something that I,
Never wanted to be,
Now you make me shake and cry,
Would you just look at me,
You don’t see me do it,
But I do,
Can’t help go through it,
All too true,
Your little smiles and squinting eyes,
Judgemental words and morale highs,
Sit down with your blinkered hyperopia,
Back off into your dirty little shade,
Please let me be your comrade,
Your ignorance is my utopia
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 6:19pm
23rd Mar 2013 6:19pm
Pain in Apathy
Each event familiar, always imminent, always lingers,
The same reaction simulated until interest can be faked no more,
A constant barrage of associates and society prodding with fingers,
Used to bottle up frustration then unleash it, now it just stays and rots my core,
Every event, big or small, affects me identically, general indifference, pretentious disgust,
Self-loathing, yet selfish beyond reason, a hypocrite condemning, with universal distrust,
A glass of milk spilled,
Or a bulled in the head,
Both equally unfortunate,
All my views disproportionate,...
The same reaction simulated until interest can be faked no more,
A constant barrage of associates and society prodding with fingers,
Used to bottle up frustration then unleash it, now it just stays and rots my core,
Every event, big or small, affects me identically, general indifference, pretentious disgust,
Self-loathing, yet selfish beyond reason, a hypocrite condemning, with universal distrust,
A glass of milk spilled,
Or a bulled in the head,
Both equally unfortunate,
All my views disproportionate,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 6:17pm
23rd Mar 2013 6:17pm
Illusion of Supremacy
Staring into the eyes of a mirror image, full of identical hate and joy,
Knowing what he has done is doing and will do, and he wants you by his side,
Marauding through the lands of Natives, disinfecting via genocide,
He claims you are the same as him, you’re the only one he thinks this of,
Are you flattered, or merely relieved, that a monster sees in you a God,
Untermensch Juden
Untermensch Slawen
Untermensch Africanish
Es ist unser Lebensraum
Wir nennen ihnen Englanders
Kamaraden im blut
Reinigung der Menschheit
Und wir mussen der...
Knowing what he has done is doing and will do, and he wants you by his side,
Marauding through the lands of Natives, disinfecting via genocide,
He claims you are the same as him, you’re the only one he thinks this of,
Are you flattered, or merely relieved, that a monster sees in you a God,
Untermensch Juden
Untermensch Slawen
Untermensch Africanish
Es ist unser Lebensraum
Wir nennen ihnen Englanders
Kamaraden im blut
Reinigung der Menschheit
Und wir mussen der...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 1:39am
23rd Mar 2013 1:39am
High Horse
I was writing with a burning mind and ideas to share,
I made myself blind, though I wished them all to stare,
I had myself on a high-horse, there were serfs down below,
Then you came I lost my course, now I see me for what I am now, now I know,
But I’ll fall, then I’ll climb
I’m yours, but you’re never mine,
I’ll try and I might cry,
But I think I’ll get on by,
Yes I’ll fall, but I’ll get up,
‘til my knees are al stiff and stuck,
I’d complain how I’m all alone,
But solitude is all I’ve known,
I was condescending and judgemental,...
I made myself blind, though I wished them all to stare,
I had myself on a high-horse, there were serfs down below,
Then you came I lost my course, now I see me for what I am now, now I know,
But I’ll fall, then I’ll climb
I’m yours, but you’re never mine,
I’ll try and I might cry,
But I think I’ll get on by,
Yes I’ll fall, but I’ll get up,
‘til my knees are al stiff and stuck,
I’d complain how I’m all alone,
But solitude is all I’ve known,
I was condescending and judgemental,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 1:37am
23rd Mar 2013 1:37am
The Wise Voice
A common thought that runs my mind,
Is one I never could define,
But I know there’s something I need to find,
Don’t know what it is, but I know it’s mine,
It eats at me when I’m lying in bed,
Keeps me awake with the spirits that thrive,
I have a rapport with the half living dead,
They cling to reason to stay alive,
Yet I think they know it’s a futile dream,
When the sun comes they fade with the night, with me,
I look in the mirror, I’m not what I seem,
I gaze into emptiness, a disgusting sight,
When I step out the door,
I feel the chill that...
Is one I never could define,
But I know there’s something I need to find,
Don’t know what it is, but I know it’s mine,
It eats at me when I’m lying in bed,
Keeps me awake with the spirits that thrive,
I have a rapport with the half living dead,
They cling to reason to stay alive,
Yet I think they know it’s a futile dream,
When the sun comes they fade with the night, with me,
I look in the mirror, I’m not what I seem,
I gaze into emptiness, a disgusting sight,
When I step out the door,
I feel the chill that...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 1:56pm
22nd Mar 2013 1:56pm
The Badger
The Badger howls and dances at the moon,
In this world of nonsensical acts,
As I watch, and I feel, I am learning,
This world from the other, distracts,
A common occurrence here is the colours,
Which float and sparkle and calm,
The dryness does drench you and quench you
This whole place has a whimsical charm,
There’s a stream of purple that crosses the hills,
It is bright, but the stars never fade, nor leave,
There are smiles and laughter, pleasure and soul,
This is where dreams and desire are made I believe,
You are there for a...
In this world of nonsensical acts,
As I watch, and I feel, I am learning,
This world from the other, distracts,
A common occurrence here is the colours,
Which float and sparkle and calm,
The dryness does drench you and quench you
This whole place has a whimsical charm,
There’s a stream of purple that crosses the hills,
It is bright, but the stars never fade, nor leave,
There are smiles and laughter, pleasure and soul,
This is where dreams and desire are made I believe,
You are there for a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 1:55pm
22nd Mar 2013 1:55pm
One of them
In the morning all I do is mourn,
At night I rue my plight,
Thus soon another fear is born,
Black and white dictates my sight,
I chase those I know have no interest,
For their rejection will not be new,
So I am nothing to the rest,
And it matters not what I do,
Or what I think,
What I say,
I’m on the brink,
I’m in their way.
At night I rue my plight,
Thus soon another fear is born,
Black and white dictates my sight,
I chase those I know have no interest,
For their rejection will not be new,
So I am nothing to the rest,
And it matters not what I do,
Or what I think,
What I say,
I’m on the brink,
I’m in their way.
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