Submissions by JimmBGrace (wozard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I once met a girl. She was beautiful. Unknown, I asked her name. She replies with a sigh. Am I really naive?
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 3:57am
13th Aug 2012 3:57am
Bus Stop
Time stand still
your bus is not coming
the clock is ticking
and your phone is ringing
no one answers the call
guts spilled under your feet
clearly some fish
and some meat
divine retribution
is what this is
nothing you can do
but listen to what you hear
your bus is not coming
the clock is ticking
and your phone is ringing
no one answers the call
guts spilled under your feet
clearly some fish
and some meat
divine retribution
is what this is
nothing you can do
but listen to what you hear
680 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 3:50am
13th Aug 2012 3:50am
The Sheep
Cannibals eating cannibals
gorging on food
from the inside, inside-out
the body and blood
opting no one to survive
we become what we eat
the blood spill about our feet
and some on your cheek
our image and likeness
in the pursuit of eternal life
we feel ourselves grow
we need to grow to live
in this old, old world
fill our minds with
hopes and dreams
gorging on food
from the inside, inside-out
the body and blood
opting no one to survive
we become what we eat
the blood spill about our feet
and some on your cheek
our image and likeness
in the pursuit of eternal life
we feel ourselves grow
we need to grow to live
in this old, old world
fill our minds with
hopes and dreams
580 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 8:26pm
6th Aug 2012 8:26pm
Letter To Undeserving Recipient
Dear unknown
you broke my heart again
and hear i thought we were friends
that's all i ever am
I'm a freak
who has too much to feel
all i do is steal
and they aren't even real
I'm looking for comfort in a meal
of green veggies and raisin bread
oh how i wish i were dead
i wrote this because i'm mad
you broke my heart again
and hear i thought we were friends
that's all i ever am
I'm a freak
who has too much to feel
all i do is steal
and they aren't even real
I'm looking for comfort in a meal
of green veggies and raisin bread
oh how i wish i were dead
i wrote this because i'm mad
582 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 8:15pm
6th Aug 2012 8:15pm
Learning How To Sign
what is this?
the ability to write
the ability to think
what am i searching for?
do i need to write
do i need to think
i'm asking for directions
i'm asking because i'm blind
because i can't see, hear, touch or feel
what could i do with my nose?
i smell wood burning up north
step by step, the distance shortens
i can hear a crackling noise
there i can feel i'm almost there
there i burn into despair
the ability to write
the ability to think
what am i searching for?
do i need to write
do i need to think
i'm asking for directions
i'm asking because i'm blind
because i can't see, hear, touch or feel
what could i do with my nose?
i smell wood burning up north
step by step, the distance shortens
i can hear a crackling noise
there i can feel i'm almost there
there i burn into despair
504 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 4:39am
6th Aug 2012 4:39am
La Visage
see that kid
who is he
why is he there
carrying a book
pen in hand
wrist full of bands
with a far away look
messy as always
he tends to smile
some think he's a child
sitting beside grace
immature
childish
sophisticated
out of breath
childlike
stages
adult
tenderness
forward and backward
children are awkward
imagination is my reward
name is not your identity
Here She Comes Now
who is he
why is he there
carrying a book
pen in hand
wrist full of bands
with a far away look
messy as always
he tends to smile
some think he's a child
sitting beside grace
immature
childish
sophisticated
out of breath
childlike
stages
adult
tenderness
forward and backward
children are awkward
imagination is my reward
name is not your identity
Here She Comes Now
603 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 4:39am
6th Aug 2012 4:39am
"Deus Patria"
the brave warrior lady
leads the front lines of armies
known for being fair and ugly
they all know she's always fighting
fighting ever since
she lost her sight
as a child she used to sing
but now she only screams
the cries you hear
before opposing teams collide
the warrior lady's so brave
so valiant and resilient
she wore a blind fold
even in her grave
the brave warrior princess
kept fighting
she thought it lead the way
she thought it was the only way
leads the front lines of armies
known for being fair and ugly
they all know she's always fighting
fighting ever since
she lost her sight
as a child she used to sing
but now she only screams
the cries you hear
before opposing teams collide
the warrior lady's so brave
so valiant and resilient
she wore a blind fold
even in her grave
the brave warrior princess
kept fighting
she thought it lead the way
she thought it was the only way
679 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 5:34am
4th Aug 2012 5:34am
Eyes DeLarge
That stare scares me
like never before
those eyes pierced me
my eyes just closed
i'm ashamed of feeling
not what is felt
i'm ashamed for not looking
when our eyes met
like never before
those eyes pierced me
my eyes just closed
i'm ashamed of feeling
not what is felt
i'm ashamed for not looking
when our eyes met
507 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 5:26am
4th Aug 2012 5:26am
Da Mihi Animas, Cetera Tolle
I'm the weirdest one
a shoulder to cry on
miss the sky
feel the bliss
nostalgia is real
the great pretender
here i surrender
jokes on me
lies are white
my self esteem
past lives
past love
forget me not
hold me tender
melancholy dream
a nostalgic dream
dreams i've seen
are far too real
a shoulder to cry on
miss the sky
feel the bliss
nostalgia is real
the great pretender
here i surrender
jokes on me
lies are white
my self esteem
past lives
past love
forget me not
hold me tender
melancholy dream
a nostalgic dream
dreams i've seen
are far too real
642 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 4:33am
31st Jul 2012 4:33am
Feed Me
sexual pool of orgy
printer, machines
planet sound
kursplat goes the head
of his own kind
replaced by the seed
uneasy feel
imagination gone real
childlike monster
illusion versus reality
to see what it's like
for little billy
what is real
persistence of memory
lost touch with reality
unconventional beauty
sleepless, lethargy
tingling feeling
the happiness in sorrow
the meaning of life
stretchable truths
an urge i've kept
for your sake
the urge to do
an urge to...
printer, machines
planet sound
kursplat goes the head
of his own kind
replaced by the seed
uneasy feel
imagination gone real
childlike monster
illusion versus reality
to see what it's like
for little billy
what is real
persistence of memory
lost touch with reality
unconventional beauty
sleepless, lethargy
tingling feeling
the happiness in sorrow
the meaning of life
stretchable truths
an urge i've kept
for your sake
the urge to do
an urge to...
630 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 4:15am
31st Jul 2012 4:15am
Strawberry Cheese Cake
Great
even taking a piss
feels like a journey
to your soul
how beautiful it is
to feel your insides
wet and soft
not at all disgusting as
i forethought
cheese cake, creamy and sweet
flavored cherry
your taste is surprisingly
earthy
even taking a piss
feels like a journey
to your soul
how beautiful it is
to feel your insides
wet and soft
not at all disgusting as
i forethought
cheese cake, creamy and sweet
flavored cherry
your taste is surprisingly
earthy
650 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 7:55am
30th Jul 2012 7:55am
Late For Church
dad why do you have to leave
it's something i've always dreamed of
mom why are you so sad
there is nothing i could think of
brother why is your father gone
because father was never happy
hello there, do you understand?
are you glad you're alive and well?
it's something i've always dreamed of
mom why are you so sad
there is nothing i could think of
brother why is your father gone
because father was never happy
hello there, do you understand?
are you glad you're alive and well?
611 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 5:26am
30th Jul 2012 5:26am
Viva
Could this day get any better
there she is
she's a friend
but i love her more
this is it
a tragic end
a romantic story
and i loved her so
it's the only way
maybe i shouldn't stay
i guess i should say
self reflection is underrated
and misunderstood
self loathing is an understatement
then there's the great maestro
oh, the stories he could have told
from eight and a half to the road
he and his love
juliet! my wife
do not cry
i give thanks
for she inspires me
though i no...
there she is
she's a friend
but i love her more
this is it
a tragic end
a romantic story
and i loved her so
it's the only way
maybe i shouldn't stay
i guess i should say
self reflection is underrated
and misunderstood
self loathing is an understatement
then there's the great maestro
oh, the stories he could have told
from eight and a half to the road
he and his love
juliet! my wife
do not cry
i give thanks
for she inspires me
though i no...
669 reads
2 Comments
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