Submissions by LastSmile (Jude Hurst)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2014 4:38am
20th Dec 2014 4:38am
Where do you think you will be in 5 years?
I sit and wait
Nothin’ to it
Choice is my sin
Hard to live with but
Without, I cry to think
Where I wouldn't be.
Not to be selfish but
Hating the rejoicing evils
Birthed from marvellous womb,
Contriving to see through blood soaked eyes,
Watching lovers wither and embrace
I eat my sin so angels bestow God’s grace of more room.
Fuck off!
Context is for those hiding lost happenings
I pray in the eyes of God he favours me
More than what I see
And those who watch me see my glory
Second only to death.
Nothin’ to it
Choice is my sin
Hard to live with but
Without, I cry to think
Where I wouldn't be.
Not to be selfish but
Hating the rejoicing evils
Birthed from marvellous womb,
Contriving to see through blood soaked eyes,
Watching lovers wither and embrace
I eat my sin so angels bestow God’s grace of more room.
Fuck off!
Context is for those hiding lost happenings
I pray in the eyes of God he favours me
More than what I see
And those who watch me see my glory
Second only to death.
452 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 11:46am
12th Jun 2014 11:46am
Calamity Rabbit
Substance for the ill equipped
Contrived from rabbits holding hand grenades
Oh, it is too late. All hard boiled ready for requests
None of them wanting to watch the other
Just me waiting, whistling encores of retribution.
The slow and meek survive to inherit
Having the cruellest of plans
Sending strong God given rights to die
For them, a blind hate never ceases
A comedy act ever growing to have no flowers.
Contrived from rabbits holding hand grenades
Oh, it is too late. All hard boiled ready for requests
None of them wanting to watch the other
Just me waiting, whistling encores of retribution.
The slow and meek survive to inherit
Having the cruellest of plans
Sending strong God given rights to die
For them, a blind hate never ceases
A comedy act ever growing to have no flowers.
544 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 1:46am
12th Jun 2014 1:46am
Hollow Thoughts
Hollow thoughts preached
To choirs of ambivalent nature
Sing infernos tempting fate
From deaf defilers with no name.
Graves sold to dead men having
The only reflection of grace,
Shown through gold in hands
Splintered by blood.
To choirs of ambivalent nature
Sing infernos tempting fate
From deaf defilers with no name.
Graves sold to dead men having
The only reflection of grace,
Shown through gold in hands
Splintered by blood.
487 reads
3 Comments
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