Submissions by KoreanGhost
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sic Bis Par A Per A Blium ( If you want peace. Prepare for war)
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 2:19am
14th Sep 2013 2:19am
Yesterdays Blues.
Thinking
I don't want lonelines in all I do,
Thoughts flooding back
Like the " Bouncing Bomb,"
Ready to smash down my walls.
Re-enactments of many past failures,
Each one with it's own personal....
Shit eating grin slowly pulling back my lips.
To reveal the rot of nicotine teeth,
resembles an ashtray full of butts.
Heart bleeding bloody regrets of yesterday's promised dream
Only to show,
All experienced....its never for real...surreal, yeah.
It only becomes true....? When we die.
Only then is one for real.
...
I don't want lonelines in all I do,
Thoughts flooding back
Like the " Bouncing Bomb,"
Ready to smash down my walls.
Re-enactments of many past failures,
Each one with it's own personal....
Shit eating grin slowly pulling back my lips.
To reveal the rot of nicotine teeth,
resembles an ashtray full of butts.
Heart bleeding bloody regrets of yesterday's promised dream
Only to show,
All experienced....its never for real...surreal, yeah.
It only becomes true....? When we die.
Only then is one for real.
...
601 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2013 00:42am
22nd Aug 2013 00:42am
I Salute the devil I rejected
My heart was built for two.
Empty as a promise no more. I think of you often.
For once I meant what I said.
Your alibis, innocent smiles.
I was assaulted by your love.
Those sad lying eyes.
Head like a hole, 'cause I've had a few.
I'm looking like the devil I rejected.
Each time I run, someone stands in my way.
I turn from the mirror, n' salute the devil I rejected.
Empty as a promise no more. I think of you often.
For once I meant what I said.
Your alibis, innocent smiles.
I was assaulted by your love.
Those sad lying eyes.
Head like a hole, 'cause I've had a few.
I'm looking like the devil I rejected.
Each time I run, someone stands in my way.
I turn from the mirror, n' salute the devil I rejected.
783 reads
16 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 9:39pm
21st Aug 2013 9:39pm
Rewrite. My last Tenner
Lying in bed, cold sweats, still it's 80degrees outside.
The last tenner I own keeps my back pocket wondering if one will pull it out.
Do I buy food or starve .
I decide to score.
I pull my head off my sweat stained pillows. I pull a t-shirt over ma head.
"Christ, how many days has this not been washed"
Slip on my 501s, slide on Nike's.
Tenner still burning a hole in my pocket.
Have no credit on phone.
Walking all over town just to find a dealer, all that I speak to say later on.
Later on is no use. Still the cold sweat runs down my back like...
The last tenner I own keeps my back pocket wondering if one will pull it out.
Do I buy food or starve .
I decide to score.
I pull my head off my sweat stained pillows. I pull a t-shirt over ma head.
"Christ, how many days has this not been washed"
Slip on my 501s, slide on Nike's.
Tenner still burning a hole in my pocket.
Have no credit on phone.
Walking all over town just to find a dealer, all that I speak to say later on.
Later on is no use. Still the cold sweat runs down my back like...
753 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2013 2:34pm
19th Aug 2013 2:34pm
My last tenner.
Lying in bed, shivering, sweating. The last tenner I own keeps my back pocket wondering how to spend it.
Stomach says food , " Sod it! " subconscious tells ya.
Pull on yesterday's clothes. Tenner still burning a hole in ma pocket, never mind ma heid.
No credit on phone.
Need to walk in to town just to find a dealer, and all that I speak to say later on.
Later on is no use. Still the cold sweats run down ma back, like a cascading waterfall cascading into the crack of my arse. Stomach feels as empty as DavyJones locker. Eventually I see what excites m
Dealer....
Stomach says food , " Sod it! " subconscious tells ya.
Pull on yesterday's clothes. Tenner still burning a hole in ma pocket, never mind ma heid.
No credit on phone.
Need to walk in to town just to find a dealer, and all that I speak to say later on.
Later on is no use. Still the cold sweats run down ma back, like a cascading waterfall cascading into the crack of my arse. Stomach feels as empty as DavyJones locker. Eventually I see what excites m
Dealer....
733 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 11:48pm
14th Aug 2013 11:48pm
Will he see his fourth
Looking into the eyes of a starving child
Whats going through his mind. Poor child doesn't know that his country's politicians are cruel and unkind.
The child has a stomach like he's swallowed a football, except there is no nourishment in that.
His sister cries for him daily, not knowing how long he has to live. He's only 3.
Will he see his fourth?
Who knows.
Flies are better fed than him as they congregate around his eyes feasting on his tears, .nose, mouth.
He's oblivious.
Day, after day, month after month...Same old shit.
His sister is a 12yr old...
Whats going through his mind. Poor child doesn't know that his country's politicians are cruel and unkind.
The child has a stomach like he's swallowed a football, except there is no nourishment in that.
His sister cries for him daily, not knowing how long he has to live. He's only 3.
Will he see his fourth?
Who knows.
Flies are better fed than him as they congregate around his eyes feasting on his tears, .nose, mouth.
He's oblivious.
Day, after day, month after month...Same old shit.
His sister is a 12yr old...
549 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 2:34pm
13th Aug 2013 2:34pm
madness
Demographical questions, questions repeated over n over again till you don't know who u are...what I say is shut ur mouth n give your arsenal s chance.
747 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2013 4:20am
30th Jul 2013 4:20am
murray royal hospital...( Fletcher Memorial)
Thought i was physically healthy. Yeah...just forgot to keep my brain. Intact.
.Visions voices from god knows where, thought i was dying deep from within.
I let loose my skeletons with the keys of past lives that hung around my neck
Thinking i can deal with them all at once.
WRONG!
One at a time skeletons came , nowhere to go , infested my cells in my head. With no warning, with no care at all , visions of swastikas on the wall.
To paranoid to go out, dont even answer the phone. The dogs lookin me weird, better stop chewing his bone. Ha!
Mail is just a...
.Visions voices from god knows where, thought i was dying deep from within.
I let loose my skeletons with the keys of past lives that hung around my neck
Thinking i can deal with them all at once.
WRONG!
One at a time skeletons came , nowhere to go , infested my cells in my head. With no warning, with no care at all , visions of swastikas on the wall.
To paranoid to go out, dont even answer the phone. The dogs lookin me weird, better stop chewing his bone. Ha!
Mail is just a...
808 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 8:57pm
22nd Feb 2013 8:57pm
At Times...When
At Times...When
I have no questions to the answers in my mind. Looking for the wind to cease, so the Windmills in my mind can find the questions .
Most are blown away in the light of Spring , for only darkness to reveal itself in winter.
Hanging by a lifes thread, for long I dont know. Just be strong enough to see my family grow, n' not be like me, selfish , n slow.
Scratching from inside out, i'd chew my own veins from my wrists.
So I dont have too be like you and the rest o' yer crew.
Meds, they dont help, make you more of a Zombie than most...
I have no questions to the answers in my mind. Looking for the wind to cease, so the Windmills in my mind can find the questions .
Most are blown away in the light of Spring , for only darkness to reveal itself in winter.
Hanging by a lifes thread, for long I dont know. Just be strong enough to see my family grow, n' not be like me, selfish , n slow.
Scratching from inside out, i'd chew my own veins from my wrists.
So I dont have too be like you and the rest o' yer crew.
Meds, they dont help, make you more of a Zombie than most...
834 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 8:37pm
22nd Feb 2013 8:37pm
Angels Tears Fall.
Angels Tears Fall
On my face
Ghost feels them too.
We are truly blessed when tears fall from broken souls
Telling us their story
Imagine the honour bestowed on one when they deliver their crying eye's on us.
I wonder as I taste each each drop, what story they are telling. All angels go to Heaven. So the next time it rains, dont think,
" Oh shit , I'm getting wet."
Remember those who we or they never got a chance to say
Goodbye.
Embrace the wetness , n' go dancing naked under the Oak . He has many a tale to tell. He grows so...
On my face
Ghost feels them too.
We are truly blessed when tears fall from broken souls
Telling us their story
Imagine the honour bestowed on one when they deliver their crying eye's on us.
I wonder as I taste each each drop, what story they are telling. All angels go to Heaven. So the next time it rains, dont think,
" Oh shit , I'm getting wet."
Remember those who we or they never got a chance to say
Goodbye.
Embrace the wetness , n' go dancing naked under the Oak . He has many a tale to tell. He grows so...
869 reads
11 Comments
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