Submissions by Judas_Kesler (Judas Kesler)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2010 00:37am
9th Jun 2010 00:37am
Thanks.
Hey Bro
Thanks for calling to check
that I was still alive.
It meant alot.
-Jay
Thanks for calling to check
that I was still alive.
It meant alot.
-Jay
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Feb 2010 2:54am
1st Feb 2010 2:54am
Ashes
You ask me for words
My words are
as ashes
in your mouth.
tasteless,
without substance.
they can be found
in the hair
of a mother
mourning for sons
who will never
come home.
or found
dancing on the wind
with the remains of those
that have passed through
the veil.
You ask me for words
yet the fire
of my passion
has long since
burned low
and died
and all that remains
to give you
is ashes.
My words are
as ashes
in your mouth.
tasteless,
without substance.
they can be found
in the hair
of a mother
mourning for sons
who will never
come home.
or found
dancing on the wind
with the remains of those
that have passed through
the veil.
You ask me for words
yet the fire
of my passion
has long since
burned low
and died
and all that remains
to give you
is ashes.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2010 11:16pm
5th Jan 2010 11:16pm
The Doped Man
The doped man's hope
Swings slowly from the rope.
He likes to mope
says life's a joke.
But the doped man's hope
swings slowly from the rope.
His life's a world
of hurt and pain,
and once it's done
it starts again.
And the doped man's hope
drains slowly from his brain.
But the doped man has to roam
leave the friends who share his home.
To them the best
and the same to the rest,
cause even apart we're never alone.
Swings slowly from the rope.
He likes to mope
says life's a joke.
But the doped man's hope
swings slowly from the rope.
His life's a world
of hurt and pain,
and once it's done
it starts again.
And the doped man's hope
drains slowly from his brain.
But the doped man has to roam
leave the friends who share his home.
To them the best
and the same to the rest,
cause even apart we're never alone.
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jan 2010 10:17pm
1st Jan 2010 10:17pm
Socially Acceptable Suicide
I've had enough.
It was a good run,
but now it's time
to call it quits.
However with family in mind
I'm keeping it subtle.
So I smoke.
At 11 minutes of life
per cigarette.
And 6 smokes
per day.
I'm 4000 seconds closer
to meeting Mr. Reaper.
It's all to much.
At first it was fun.
Now it's more work
than it's worth.
My friends just laugh,
so I play along it's a joke.
And I drink.
Beyond what I should.
It shatters Synapses,
it damages dendrites.
My methods sprawl on,
from...
It was a good run,
but now it's time
to call it quits.
However with family in mind
I'm keeping it subtle.
So I smoke.
At 11 minutes of life
per cigarette.
And 6 smokes
per day.
I'm 4000 seconds closer
to meeting Mr. Reaper.
It's all to much.
At first it was fun.
Now it's more work
than it's worth.
My friends just laugh,
so I play along it's a joke.
And I drink.
Beyond what I should.
It shatters Synapses,
it damages dendrites.
My methods sprawl on,
from...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2009 4:41am
24th Dec 2009 4:41am
My Love Poem
Stay away from me
Whore,
cause I don't love you
anymore.
You left me first
how can it be
you still remain
so close to me?
I know whats best
for both of us.
Stay away from me
you whore.
The time we shared
was time well spent.
How did you sink
beneath contempt?
Until the day
you broke my heart
I thought everything
was fine.
You lost my trust
the time that you
got drunk and fucked
another dude.
You really are
a ditzy bitch
if you thought
I wouldn't mind.
...
Whore,
cause I don't love you
anymore.
You left me first
how can it be
you still remain
so close to me?
I know whats best
for both of us.
Stay away from me
you whore.
The time we shared
was time well spent.
How did you sink
beneath contempt?
Until the day
you broke my heart
I thought everything
was fine.
You lost my trust
the time that you
got drunk and fucked
another dude.
You really are
a ditzy bitch
if you thought
I wouldn't mind.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2009 3:37am
24th Dec 2009 3:37am
Merry Christmas!
What's to admire
about the
festive season?
Maybe it's the
rampant commercialism.
Corporations pulling
Santa's strings.
"You need one of these"
or
"have you got a gift
for your mother yet?"
Is it the fact
that we are
stopping the world
to remember
an imaginary man?
"Happy birthday Jesus!"
what did I get you?
what does it matter?
Perhaps it's the idea
that for one day a year
we can all be
plastic
happy families.
I don't know.
I never got it....
about the
festive season?
Maybe it's the
rampant commercialism.
Corporations pulling
Santa's strings.
"You need one of these"
or
"have you got a gift
for your mother yet?"
Is it the fact
that we are
stopping the world
to remember
an imaginary man?
"Happy birthday Jesus!"
what did I get you?
what does it matter?
Perhaps it's the idea
that for one day a year
we can all be
plastic
happy families.
I don't know.
I never got it....
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2009 11:50pm
21st Dec 2009 11:50pm
In Sheep's Clothing
I sit and watch the street.
Watch the people.
I have to ask myself
do I truely despise them?
or do I envy them?
They apper almost free
on their wings of mediocrity.
And I'm stuck
forever knowing
I am a wolf
whos sheeps clothing
doesn't fit.
Watch the people.
I have to ask myself
do I truely despise them?
or do I envy them?
They apper almost free
on their wings of mediocrity.
And I'm stuck
forever knowing
I am a wolf
whos sheeps clothing
doesn't fit.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2009 2:54am
4th Nov 2009 2:54am
Remember
Once again
my favourite time
of year
draws near
Remember, remember
12 men
discontent
took change
upon themselves
the 5th of November
with 2 score barrels
of powder
as protest
was pointless
the gunpowder treason and plot
if only each of us
could right a wrong
wouldn't the world be
better?
I know of no reason
because as humans
we each have
a duty
to humanity
why the Gunpower treason
so once a year
we remember
the idealists...
my favourite time
of year
draws near
Remember, remember
12 men
discontent
took change
upon themselves
the 5th of November
with 2 score barrels
of powder
as protest
was pointless
the gunpowder treason and plot
if only each of us
could right a wrong
wouldn't the world be
better?
I know of no reason
because as humans
we each have
a duty
to humanity
why the Gunpower treason
so once a year
we remember
the idealists...
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2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2009 2:21am
4th Nov 2009 2:21am
Moonlight
The moonlight spills through my window
it pools on my pillow
it saturates my sheets.
Wait
it's not light
it's raindrops
...
God
I'm fucked.
it pools on my pillow
it saturates my sheets.
Wait
it's not light
it's raindrops
...
God
I'm fucked.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2009 2:02am
28th Oct 2009 2:02am
A Man
there is a man
sitting on my shoulder.
he tells me to give in
that together we could
Be Great.
there is a man
who sits on my shoulder.
he asks why I bother
says in the end
Its Worthless
there is a man
seated on my shoulder.
he whispers in my ear.
it's all lies and propaganda
But Its Pretty
there was a man
who once sat on my shoulder.
he speaks no more
the silence is
Uplifting.
sitting on my shoulder.
he tells me to give in
that together we could
Be Great.
there is a man
who sits on my shoulder.
he asks why I bother
says in the end
Its Worthless
there is a man
seated on my shoulder.
he whispers in my ear.
it's all lies and propaganda
But Its Pretty
there was a man
who once sat on my shoulder.
he speaks no more
the silence is
Uplifting.
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Oct 2009 4:56am
19th Oct 2009 4:56am
Dear Friend
We used to be close
you and I.
But time
pulled us apart.
That
and you're an
arrogant
self-centred
conniving
bastard.
you and I.
But time
pulled us apart.
That
and you're an
arrogant
self-centred
conniving
bastard.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2009 8:58am
5th Oct 2009 8:58am
Alphabet Soup
An army
beyond belief.
Crushing children,
dealing death.
Early evening,
fear forms,
gaining ground
hunting humanity.
It's insatiable.
Jaded justice
kicks knowledge's
lifeless limbs.
Men march
never needing
objectives. Overhead
planes position
quietly, quickly
readying rockets.
Senior soldiers
torture "terrorists"
unceasingly. Under
veneers victims
work with
xenophobes. Xanthous
Yeshuites yearn
Zion zealously.
beyond belief.
Crushing children,
dealing death.
Early evening,
fear forms,
gaining ground
hunting humanity.
It's insatiable.
Jaded justice
kicks knowledge's
lifeless limbs.
Men march
never needing
objectives. Overhead
planes position
quietly, quickly
readying rockets.
Senior soldiers
torture "terrorists"
unceasingly. Under
veneers victims
work with
xenophobes. Xanthous
Yeshuites yearn
Zion zealously.
1127 reads
7 Comments
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