Submissions by Just_Drew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2017 3:59am
30th Dec 2017 3:59am
She thought she had a green thumb
You grew a love inside of me.
.
Its' feel was a beauty of insanity.
.
A blooming growth enveloped me.
.
Entwined in its' abnormality.
.
You grew a love inside of me.
.
I tended it in hopes to share the majesty.
.
Deprived of your love it withered me.
.
You grew a love inside of me,
Like a weed you pulled it from me,
My pain, your truth, So sharply,
Sheering emotional brutality.
.
.
.
You grew a love inside of me,
I'll always love that about you.
.
Its' feel was a beauty of insanity.
.
A blooming growth enveloped me.
.
Entwined in its' abnormality.
.
You grew a love inside of me.
.
I tended it in hopes to share the majesty.
.
Deprived of your love it withered me.
.
You grew a love inside of me,
Like a weed you pulled it from me,
My pain, your truth, So sharply,
Sheering emotional brutality.
.
.
.
You grew a love inside of me,
I'll always love that about you.
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Apr 2017 4:53am
13th Apr 2017 4:53am
I loved you most days... (revised version)
I loved you most days
My mother, a stern breeze before the storm.
Most days she is kind, loving, understanding.
Though these were everyday other than those I needed.
She, a volatile concoction. One part sugar and spice, ninety-eight parts scorned.
Too many times a kid torn, he never knew some rhymes rang true.
The times I would see her flip, sharply.
Like a woman casting out, she dared try anything to spur you.
She fasted on her empathy, duress.
Self-righteous breath defined love to me.
My image she’d...
My mother, a stern breeze before the storm.
Most days she is kind, loving, understanding.
Though these were everyday other than those I needed.
She, a volatile concoction. One part sugar and spice, ninety-eight parts scorned.
Too many times a kid torn, he never knew some rhymes rang true.
The times I would see her flip, sharply.
Like a woman casting out, she dared try anything to spur you.
She fasted on her empathy, duress.
Self-righteous breath defined love to me.
My image she’d...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 10:49pm
25th Jul 2014 10:49pm
an Ink'ling towards our dreams
A child dabbling in schemes.
Life’s an ever going sympathy.
Doctrines, pages written in the ink,
of our dead dreams.
Forgotten, an outcast embassy,
of deeper understanding.
You can search the shelves, though
no matter where the story goes,
character, forever on its own.
Life sometimes seems to be the foe
Not the prose to behold.
A child plays with toys,
till that he or it grows old.
The ink that seeps the sheets.
Not knowing what a life means.
It’s the martyr, girls and boys,
he who falls into routine.
Each...
Life’s an ever going sympathy.
Doctrines, pages written in the ink,
of our dead dreams.
Forgotten, an outcast embassy,
of deeper understanding.
You can search the shelves, though
no matter where the story goes,
character, forever on its own.
Life sometimes seems to be the foe
Not the prose to behold.
A child plays with toys,
till that he or it grows old.
The ink that seeps the sheets.
Not knowing what a life means.
It’s the martyr, girls and boys,
he who falls into routine.
Each...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2014 7:52am
24th Jun 2014 7:52am
I loved you most days
my mother, a stern breeze before the storm, most days
she is kind, loving, understanding
only every day not near those I truly needed
she, a volatile concoction one part sugar and spice, ninety eight parts scorned
too many times a kid torn, he never knew rhymes could ring true
the times I saw her flip, sharply
a woman casting out, she dare try anything to spur you
fasting on empathy, her duress, self righteous breath
defines love to me
it wasn't seen by a heart but through gritted teeth
I knew most...
she is kind, loving, understanding
only every day not near those I truly needed
she, a volatile concoction one part sugar and spice, ninety eight parts scorned
too many times a kid torn, he never knew rhymes could ring true
the times I saw her flip, sharply
a woman casting out, she dare try anything to spur you
fasting on empathy, her duress, self righteous breath
defines love to me
it wasn't seen by a heart but through gritted teeth
I knew most...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:33am
7th Feb 2014 4:33am
what it means to be
One foot stumbling over the other, marching single file while crumbling like ashes.
a little past that line and virtue's vagrant door in piles, crumbling like ashes.
Trading little memories for the tariff of just one more need.
Temporary fixes of "I'm sorry, you’ll see" while crumbling like ashes.
Annotate her schemes, a hesitant hello followed by beguile.
Not knowing if these moves are even worth wild, crumbling like ashes.
How I mourn this art, the trend of loving petty simple things,
shattered by that style crumbling likes ashes.
...
a little past that line and virtue's vagrant door in piles, crumbling like ashes.
Trading little memories for the tariff of just one more need.
Temporary fixes of "I'm sorry, you’ll see" while crumbling like ashes.
Annotate her schemes, a hesitant hello followed by beguile.
Not knowing if these moves are even worth wild, crumbling like ashes.
How I mourn this art, the trend of loving petty simple things,
shattered by that style crumbling likes ashes.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:30am
7th Feb 2014 4:30am
the Glass that Separates
I’m here for you…
It’s true.
See me and I you
I’m unable to be there for you
I wish, I could inspire
The glass that separates
Degrades what I can say
Looking deep into me
Muted, as I try to cry out
Banging on frail walls
I wish, I could just install
What it is you need
If I could inspire you
You wouldn't see me as you peer
Rather tenders, burning to peace of heart and mind
For maybe the first damn time!
Sparks flying out, igniting dreams
Unhindered of what was ever inside ...
It’s true.
See me and I you
I’m unable to be there for you
I wish, I could inspire
The glass that separates
Degrades what I can say
Looking deep into me
Muted, as I try to cry out
Banging on frail walls
I wish, I could just install
What it is you need
If I could inspire you
You wouldn't see me as you peer
Rather tenders, burning to peace of heart and mind
For maybe the first damn time!
Sparks flying out, igniting dreams
Unhindered of what was ever inside ...
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