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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 6:06pm
9th Jan 2014 6:06pm
A Definition Of God (By Grandad Follows)
To think of God in mans own likeness
Clouds the mind and dulls the brightness
That man should feel himself so favoured
Makes his thinking far more laboured.
So look for God in Natures glory
Then you'll see a different story
The world has wonders rarely hidden
Which come to the for when they are bidden.
The oneness which includes us all
Is Natures answer to a call
The power that generates constant life
Portrays a God who is forever rife.
Clouds the mind and dulls the brightness
That man should feel himself so favoured
Makes his thinking far more laboured.
So look for God in Natures glory
Then you'll see a different story
The world has wonders rarely hidden
Which come to the for when they are bidden.
The oneness which includes us all
Is Natures answer to a call
The power that generates constant life
Portrays a God who is forever rife.
737 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 00:39am
9th Jan 2014 00:39am
At the Crossroads, with the Jones's
I met..an interesting girl
although our interaction was brief
the tale she regaled
reevaluated my beliefs.
Twas at my mediocre local
on Tuesday last week
that she stole my attention
pretty petite thief.
Her eyes covered by a fringe
like a blade in a sheath
and as they pierced into mine
she began to speak.
~
"I think..I'm confused
like my life's at a crossroads
I'm searching for direction
but my internal compass has froze.
Am I supposed to know,
what do I want to be?
what my goals are in...
although our interaction was brief
the tale she regaled
reevaluated my beliefs.
Twas at my mediocre local
on Tuesday last week
that she stole my attention
pretty petite thief.
Her eyes covered by a fringe
like a blade in a sheath
and as they pierced into mine
she began to speak.
~
"I think..I'm confused
like my life's at a crossroads
I'm searching for direction
but my internal compass has froze.
Am I supposed to know,
what do I want to be?
what my goals are in...
696 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2013 2:52pm
8th Dec 2013 2:52pm
This poem is average
I guess I've always been average,
Or so society would tell me.
Academically, physically, socially.
On average
2.5 million people were born this week
I believe each one of them
Is truly unique
That means, You are too
You are You
And no one else can come close too.
If this is true, then
Most of us must unfortunately choose to
Suppress how special we really are
We subscribe to someone else's behavior
'Cus it's easier to imitate
Then to create...
Or so society would tell me.
Academically, physically, socially.
On average
2.5 million people were born this week
I believe each one of them
Is truly unique
That means, You are too
You are You
And no one else can come close too.
If this is true, then
Most of us must unfortunately choose to
Suppress how special we really are
We subscribe to someone else's behavior
'Cus it's easier to imitate
Then to create...
624 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 2:42am
18th Nov 2013 2:42am
The present
Life is a game
Some people know cheats
The present is a gift and
Some people keep the receipts
Days don't play out like Sit-Coms
Apart from all the repeats
We have the power to move mountains
But no patience to sit upon the peaks
The spiritual mind is transparent
Societal mind is oblique
Light passes though me
I see
And then I speak
Yet I can go though my day-to-day
With out saying anything for weeks
Guess my thoughts are irrelevant
Unless there converted into tweets
Some people know cheats
The present is a gift and
Some people keep the receipts
Days don't play out like Sit-Coms
Apart from all the repeats
We have the power to move mountains
But no patience to sit upon the peaks
The spiritual mind is transparent
Societal mind is oblique
Light passes though me
I see
And then I speak
Yet I can go though my day-to-day
With out saying anything for weeks
Guess my thoughts are irrelevant
Unless there converted into tweets
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2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2013 11:37pm
10th Nov 2013 11:37pm
Panorama
She said, I feel numb
I said that doesn't make any sense
I unscrupulously pipped her to the post
In a logical tense
Well...Can you feel love?
Is her rhetoric defense
Can love manifest in the form
Of another's presence?
Can you feel my words and truly
Know the value of their contents?
Can you just sit with me
And bask in a shared conscience?
...
I let the words swim round my head
till my mind is condensed
If she had a penny for my thoughts
She would indeed have a few pence
But now...
I said that doesn't make any sense
I unscrupulously pipped her to the post
In a logical tense
Well...Can you feel love?
Is her rhetoric defense
Can love manifest in the form
Of another's presence?
Can you feel my words and truly
Know the value of their contents?
Can you just sit with me
And bask in a shared conscience?
...
I let the words swim round my head
till my mind is condensed
If she had a penny for my thoughts
She would indeed have a few pence
But now...
1045 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2013 00:21am
8th Oct 2013 00:21am
Audio Fiend
1504 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2013 11:07pm
19th Sep 2013 11:07pm
This poetry is dangerous
This poetry is Dangerous
It's revealing parts of my brain
that I can't contain
Blurring the line between sane
..And more then sane.
When you think about your life
In this rhythmic perspective
We create our own definitions of this
Life we've been blessed with
Meddled and messed with
Definitions that can not be tested.
Only further investigated..
I'm at the point in my write where times faded
I'm floating in my mental womb
My attention spans degraded
There's no focus I can consume ...
It's revealing parts of my brain
that I can't contain
Blurring the line between sane
..And more then sane.
When you think about your life
In this rhythmic perspective
We create our own definitions of this
Life we've been blessed with
Meddled and messed with
Definitions that can not be tested.
Only further investigated..
I'm at the point in my write where times faded
I'm floating in my mental womb
My attention spans degraded
There's no focus I can consume ...
748 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 1:50am
11th Sep 2013 1:50am
Inert Shapes
There's a young indebted scholar
Veggin' in his dorms
Couldn't see his not too distant self
Filling out dole forms.
So he grabs a pad, wields a pen like a knife
Begins to ponder the meaning
of this thing we call Life
The answers of this ultimately pointless plight.
But the strain on his brain
Sends him insane
He screams, He shouts
He blacks out.
Hours later
Confused and shaken
He lifts his head to find
His brain's leaked out on the paper.
Upon the page it's not
Blood and gore he see's before him...
Veggin' in his dorms
Couldn't see his not too distant self
Filling out dole forms.
So he grabs a pad, wields a pen like a knife
Begins to ponder the meaning
of this thing we call Life
The answers of this ultimately pointless plight.
But the strain on his brain
Sends him insane
He screams, He shouts
He blacks out.
Hours later
Confused and shaken
He lifts his head to find
His brain's leaked out on the paper.
Upon the page it's not
Blood and gore he see's before him...
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0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 1:24am
10th Sep 2013 1:24am
My 'Buddha'
Not Mr McSpitsfire
But words burn in my chest
Mr Writesrhymesmethodically
They're playing checkers
I'm playing chess
So here's a Cludo to what matters
I'm Cornell Mustard with the spanner
I'm Sargent Pepper with a stammer
The rhymes Running Man, MC Hammer.
So I don't drop bars
I raise them
It's over your head
Now your minds vacant
But with rhymes so fragrant
Monsieur Gaultier would have to sniff
Twice to savor them
And make the crippled raise
To a standing ovation.
Assemble the gospel choir to praise 'em...
But words burn in my chest
Mr Writesrhymesmethodically
They're playing checkers
I'm playing chess
So here's a Cludo to what matters
I'm Cornell Mustard with the spanner
I'm Sargent Pepper with a stammer
The rhymes Running Man, MC Hammer.
So I don't drop bars
I raise them
It's over your head
Now your minds vacant
But with rhymes so fragrant
Monsieur Gaultier would have to sniff
Twice to savor them
And make the crippled raise
To a standing ovation.
Assemble the gospel choir to praise 'em...
631 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Sep 2013 1:04am
9th Sep 2013 1:04am
This is not Music!
Trying so hard not to be fake
You forgot what real was
Listen to songs because You want too
Not cus' the radio thinks you should.
Go stick your tunes on shuffle
Turn it up for your friends
Do those sounds represent you?
Or do they represent trends?
So let these words become percussion
Banging against your eardrums
Do you even realize what your saying,
When you sing along to these songs?!
Tell me if I'm wrong
But it can't just be me
This isn't music!
It's high profit plastic...
You forgot what real was
Listen to songs because You want too
Not cus' the radio thinks you should.
Go stick your tunes on shuffle
Turn it up for your friends
Do those sounds represent you?
Or do they represent trends?
So let these words become percussion
Banging against your eardrums
Do you even realize what your saying,
When you sing along to these songs?!
Tell me if I'm wrong
But it can't just be me
This isn't music!
It's high profit plastic...
767 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2013 00:27am
9th Sep 2013 00:27am
Inception
Rhymes so potent
That in this small segment
Of verse and curse
I've gone and made you mind pregnant.
Inspiration baby!
Words raw, no contraception
This immaculate conception
Delves four layers deep
While you sleep
That's my inception.
That in this small segment
Of verse and curse
I've gone and made you mind pregnant.
Inspiration baby!
Words raw, no contraception
This immaculate conception
Delves four layers deep
While you sleep
That's my inception.
640 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 00:02am
8th Sep 2013 00:02am
Unfortunately Ignorant Robots
You take advantage like I'm deuce
Is that a tie around your neck or a noose?
Nice suit,
Did it come with the douche-bag attitude?
Nothing real to say
Just another waste of oxygen
Pockets so deep
That your own morals get lost in them.
Your new shoes,
To step on the little guy
Soon you could be manager
Soon you'll be 45.
But now you can buy
Nice things
Flashy ride,
With 7 gears
But things don't just cost money
It's just as you feared.
Just as dreams ...
Is that a tie around your neck or a noose?
Nice suit,
Did it come with the douche-bag attitude?
Nothing real to say
Just another waste of oxygen
Pockets so deep
That your own morals get lost in them.
Your new shoes,
To step on the little guy
Soon you could be manager
Soon you'll be 45.
But now you can buy
Nice things
Flashy ride,
With 7 gears
But things don't just cost money
It's just as you feared.
Just as dreams ...
495 reads
2 Comments
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