Submissions by JustWondering
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am the artful voyeur
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 9:40am
5th Jun 2013 9:40am
Burning Desire
You want it
A sick fascination
I understand it
I really do
You have a burning desire
For what is wrong
To justify perhaps
Your own self worth
So you come on here
Walking from your high horse
A guilty pleasure
Which would be judged
Well guess what
This poem isn't dirty
Its a clear, honest reflection
Of myself and humanity
A sick fascination
I understand it
I really do
You have a burning desire
For what is wrong
To justify perhaps
Your own self worth
So you come on here
Walking from your high horse
A guilty pleasure
Which would be judged
Well guess what
This poem isn't dirty
Its a clear, honest reflection
Of myself and humanity
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 9:36am
5th Jun 2013 9:36am
Sleeping Pill
Its a bitter pill to swallow
knowing that you need help
As it drags you under
Magic in white powder
You wish you could sleep easy
Without the poison in your body
Longing to dream of other things
than the nightmares of the day
It sticks in your throat
even with the water
you hate the thing that helps
Wishing you were stronger
And as your drifting off
Your mind begins to wander
If i refused the pill
Would it make me stronger?
But still your body wakes
tricks your mind of legarthy
The sour taste in your...
knowing that you need help
As it drags you under
Magic in white powder
You wish you could sleep easy
Without the poison in your body
Longing to dream of other things
than the nightmares of the day
It sticks in your throat
even with the water
you hate the thing that helps
Wishing you were stronger
And as your drifting off
Your mind begins to wander
If i refused the pill
Would it make me stronger?
But still your body wakes
tricks your mind of legarthy
The sour taste in your...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 1:29pm
4th Jun 2013 1:29pm
What You Didn't Use
My fingers hurt
There is a bruise on my knuckle
Finger tips grey like dirt
My back aches
I feel older than my years
Walking with an uneven gait
My legs are sore
As i walked a thousond miles
From my little stool
But my mind
Is whats tested
As i wait for the exam to end
There is a bruise on my knuckle
Finger tips grey like dirt
My back aches
I feel older than my years
Walking with an uneven gait
My legs are sore
As i walked a thousond miles
From my little stool
But my mind
Is whats tested
As i wait for the exam to end
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 1:22pm
4th Jun 2013 1:22pm
You're Wrong
You're Wrong
You always act
Like you know it
But you don't do you?
Your ignorance
Is almost offensive
But more so
is the blind conviction
That you are always right
That you know everything
But you don't
Do you know why?
Because i do
You always act
Like you know it
But you don't do you?
Your ignorance
Is almost offensive
But more so
is the blind conviction
That you are always right
That you know everything
But you don't
Do you know why?
Because i do
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 7:54pm
3rd Jun 2013 7:54pm
Swinging
When up in the air
Solid in your seat
And joyous in your cries
a swing is a marvelous thing
But remember the savage drop
that churns your stomach
and makes you cry
in fear
Solid in your seat
And joyous in your cries
a swing is a marvelous thing
But remember the savage drop
that churns your stomach
and makes you cry
in fear
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 7:52pm
3rd Jun 2013 7:52pm
What You Feel
The sun shines on my back
warm, loving, caressing
as i balance on the thin rope
one step at a time
Moving forward
just a little
when i’m ready
The wind is chill in my hands
A tremble, a flinch, a doubt
Pushing me over the edge
Willing me to fall
I see the sun
I remember its presence
I feel nothing but the wind
warm, loving, caressing
as i balance on the thin rope
one step at a time
Moving forward
just a little
when i’m ready
The wind is chill in my hands
A tremble, a flinch, a doubt
Pushing me over the edge
Willing me to fall
I see the sun
I remember its presence
I feel nothing but the wind
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