Submissions by Kris_Follows
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm Kris.. Sometimes I'll scribble down what I'm thinking. Sometimes it rhymes too.
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 11:56am
5th Nov 2015 11:56am
If I were you. (LUcid Dream)
Tell me.
If you were me,
What would I write to you?
When you ask "What are you thinking?"
How do I reply to you?
Is the silence golden? or a disguise to hide the truth?
Truth is,
I can't find words to describe
How I admire you.
Would I say,
"I think I love you"
Not really knowing what love means?
That the time,
We've spent together
has felt like a LUcid dream.
Shall I tell you
These words occurred
As I held you in deep sleep,
Lay on my chest,
Thumb in your mouth,
Dribbling on my cheek. ...
If you were me,
What would I write to you?
When you ask "What are you thinking?"
How do I reply to you?
Is the silence golden? or a disguise to hide the truth?
Truth is,
I can't find words to describe
How I admire you.
Would I say,
"I think I love you"
Not really knowing what love means?
That the time,
We've spent together
has felt like a LUcid dream.
Shall I tell you
These words occurred
As I held you in deep sleep,
Lay on my chest,
Thumb in your mouth,
Dribbling on my cheek. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 2:26am
3rd Nov 2014 2:26am
"Try"
Do not be alarmed
the noise you are currently hearing in your head
is the result of visually digesting these
shapes and characters displayed.
Each shape is assigned a particular
audio signature
and when aligned and combined
the shapes phonetically produce, words.
These words are given definitions
to confirm the
emotional and intellectual content
carried within the words.
Words are vehicles of knowledge,
sensation,
information,
inspiration.
~~~~~~~
I am about to use this...
the noise you are currently hearing in your head
is the result of visually digesting these
shapes and characters displayed.
Each shape is assigned a particular
audio signature
and when aligned and combined
the shapes phonetically produce, words.
These words are given definitions
to confirm the
emotional and intellectual content
carried within the words.
Words are vehicles of knowledge,
sensation,
information,
inspiration.
~~~~~~~
I am about to use this...
952 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 3:55am
3rd Oct 2014 3:55am
Inbetween Manchester and Birmingham (StokeyokeyOdealicious)
Why, Why, Why Delilah?!
~~~
Rocking holy Vans, bike's gone GTB
Still strolling streets, standard scenes
Pyro's igniting series of small fires
that'll burns through the city
till all the trees have expired.
So what you saying tonight man?
Lets get fucked up
Underground
No Alcohol,
Just Candy and council pop.
~~~
But that's only scratching the surface
of our basement venues ...
~~~
Rocking holy Vans, bike's gone GTB
Still strolling streets, standard scenes
Pyro's igniting series of small fires
that'll burns through the city
till all the trees have expired.
So what you saying tonight man?
Lets get fucked up
Underground
No Alcohol,
Just Candy and council pop.
~~~
But that's only scratching the surface
of our basement venues ...
807 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2014 1:54am
24th Aug 2014 1:54am
A Hit of Hiphop
Knowledge Reigns Supreme
Over Nearly Everyone
While the cat's
Busy chasing C.R.E.A.M
My Mouse Outfit
Can have some fun.
A masked preacher of DOOM said
"This modern life's kinda Lupe,
You need stop and smell the roses
Before your memorial bouquet".
To grow a tree you plant a seed
Common sense, Most Definitely
Feed The Roots, and green shoots
Sprout out into leaves.
The same is applied
To your De la Soul
Fires can burn brighter
When fueled with J.Cole, ...
Over Nearly Everyone
While the cat's
Busy chasing C.R.E.A.M
My Mouse Outfit
Can have some fun.
A masked preacher of DOOM said
"This modern life's kinda Lupe,
You need stop and smell the roses
Before your memorial bouquet".
To grow a tree you plant a seed
Common sense, Most Definitely
Feed The Roots, and green shoots
Sprout out into leaves.
The same is applied
To your De la Soul
Fires can burn brighter
When fueled with J.Cole, ...
772 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Aug 2014 10:02pm
21st Aug 2014 10:02pm
Squires in the Struggle (Inner Monologue Version)
I don't live a "dramatic" life, you know?
most people would say that makes me boring
but
I don't waste my time with most people.
My time's for my friends,
So I guess they're "boring" too.
Haha, Don't get me wrong,
They are unique, inspiring people
Still, predictable
Blockbusters lead to squeals.
Course there's nothing wrong with that,
Creatures of habit n all
But yeah, in the end
It's same old same old
When you think about it
We're just there, together, existing.
Yet at the core,...
most people would say that makes me boring
but
I don't waste my time with most people.
My time's for my friends,
So I guess they're "boring" too.
Haha, Don't get me wrong,
They are unique, inspiring people
Still, predictable
Blockbusters lead to squeals.
Course there's nothing wrong with that,
Creatures of habit n all
But yeah, in the end
It's same old same old
When you think about it
We're just there, together, existing.
Yet at the core,...
739 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 9:55pm
21st Aug 2014 9:55pm
Squires in the Struggle
I don't live a "dramatic" life,
Some people say that makes me boring
Some people tell me their "dramatic" tales
And my face starts contorting
I'm yawning
My brain is snoring.
I guess my friends are "boring" too
Well I see unique,
Inspiring people
Shared nights fit for silver screen,
Now somehow
Our nights feel like sequels.
It's a combination
That requires investigation
Were fighting for a living
While embracing intoxication.
You could say it's predictable
That we're all creatures of habit ...
Some people say that makes me boring
Some people tell me their "dramatic" tales
And my face starts contorting
I'm yawning
My brain is snoring.
I guess my friends are "boring" too
Well I see unique,
Inspiring people
Shared nights fit for silver screen,
Now somehow
Our nights feel like sequels.
It's a combination
That requires investigation
Were fighting for a living
While embracing intoxication.
You could say it's predictable
That we're all creatures of habit ...
711 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 10:50pm
21st Jul 2014 10:50pm
Divine communication.
I'm cracking under the psudeo-pressure
brought on from self-determination
I'm judging myself
hence the poetic probation
Holding out for the holy verse
but writing is my medication
I could write for the sake,
just to ease my frustration
buts whats the point in writing
if you can't make a fucking statement?
Perhaps there's to much expectation
for divine communication
They say good things come to those who wait
..maybe I'm impatient.
brought on from self-determination
I'm judging myself
hence the poetic probation
Holding out for the holy verse
but writing is my medication
I could write for the sake,
just to ease my frustration
buts whats the point in writing
if you can't make a fucking statement?
Perhaps there's to much expectation
for divine communication
They say good things come to those who wait
..maybe I'm impatient.
1029 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 00:25am
27th Mar 2014 00:25am
Adulterous Rhymes
I don't rap cus that could mean
I don't believe what I'm saying
I don't spit cus this ain't standard
bullshit that I'm spraying
I'm just thinking out loud
reflective audible praying
maybe I'll write this down
immortalise thoughts I'm conveying.
But when I whisper
I'm the hiss that emits
from the can of your graff man,
dropping banksy's on the taxman.
I'm tagging the walls of your mind
and every time
Zuckerburg gets a dime
but artists get fined
cus street art is deemed a crime?!
Now that's...
I don't believe what I'm saying
I don't spit cus this ain't standard
bullshit that I'm spraying
I'm just thinking out loud
reflective audible praying
maybe I'll write this down
immortalise thoughts I'm conveying.
But when I whisper
I'm the hiss that emits
from the can of your graff man,
dropping banksy's on the taxman.
I'm tagging the walls of your mind
and every time
Zuckerburg gets a dime
but artists get fined
cus street art is deemed a crime?!
Now that's...
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 2:05am
19th Mar 2014 2:05am
A theft in progress
Listen man,
This isn't going to be
Just another bad day
Because I've had one to many
Now someone has to pay
Today is the day
Where the culmination of stress
Is finally too much
And now I socially regress
Back to fight or flight
Back to an eye for an eye
I can't see clearly
'Cus they already took mine
I've got nothing against you
I don't want to end your life
But I'm under a circumstantial thumb
And now your under my knife
But this ain't no nip and tuck
This is a snatch and grab ...
This isn't going to be
Just another bad day
Because I've had one to many
Now someone has to pay
Today is the day
Where the culmination of stress
Is finally too much
And now I socially regress
Back to fight or flight
Back to an eye for an eye
I can't see clearly
'Cus they already took mine
I've got nothing against you
I don't want to end your life
But I'm under a circumstantial thumb
And now your under my knife
But this ain't no nip and tuck
This is a snatch and grab ...
815 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 8:39pm
3rd Mar 2014 8:39pm
Mount Hindsight
I've been dreaming of you
not every night but
from time to time
you've obviously made an impression
to be converted into rhyme.
Maybe it's a sign
my waking self
snoozed and loosed.
I don't beat myself up but
I've often been accused by
the man in the mirror
the aged adolescent
the born sinner.
Glazed red eyes
still want the prize
still he never tries
to be the winner.
So it's easy come easy go
and if easy comes I don't complain
'Cus I know easy will go,
am I playing alone
or playing my...
not every night but
from time to time
you've obviously made an impression
to be converted into rhyme.
Maybe it's a sign
my waking self
snoozed and loosed.
I don't beat myself up but
I've often been accused by
the man in the mirror
the aged adolescent
the born sinner.
Glazed red eyes
still want the prize
still he never tries
to be the winner.
So it's easy come easy go
and if easy comes I don't complain
'Cus I know easy will go,
am I playing alone
or playing my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 4:41am
31st Jan 2014 4:41am
The hand I was dealt
I'm one in fifty two
But I don't play by statistics
Build a house of cards with
Surgically precise linguistics
The king of the castle
Without the picture card spouse
I'm one of a kind
Alone in a full house
I run my mouth
8 mile straight
Still I'm coming up flush
My mind gushes
Like a river
I'm texas holding my tounge
Before
I'm premature
And declare myself the winner
So I'll check myself in
To the no tells hotel
Close the big blinds and
Flop into the...
But I don't play by statistics
Build a house of cards with
Surgically precise linguistics
The king of the castle
Without the picture card spouse
I'm one of a kind
Alone in a full house
I run my mouth
8 mile straight
Still I'm coming up flush
My mind gushes
Like a river
I'm texas holding my tounge
Before
I'm premature
And declare myself the winner
So I'll check myself in
To the no tells hotel
Close the big blinds and
Flop into the...
820 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 4:31am
28th Jan 2014 4:31am
Praise Google.
My friend once said,
"Religion and God are dead,
In our modern age
We have Internet instead".
I don't know about you
But I'd have to agree
Seems like lately
It's all that I see.
Illuminates faces in the dark
Dose that make us Holy?
It dictates most of our lives
People depend on it wholly.
It's for everyone
Royalty to bourgeoisie
There's no collection plate
But there is a nominal fee.
There's no preacher
But there are power's that be
No commandments, but censorship
You only see what they...
"Religion and God are dead,
In our modern age
We have Internet instead".
I don't know about you
But I'd have to agree
Seems like lately
It's all that I see.
Illuminates faces in the dark
Dose that make us Holy?
It dictates most of our lives
People depend on it wholly.
It's for everyone
Royalty to bourgeoisie
There's no collection plate
But there is a nominal fee.
There's no preacher
But there are power's that be
No commandments, but censorship
You only see what they...
805 reads
8 Comments
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