Submissions by Lifegoesby (Artificial red)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As an artist I live by the one rule of being an artist, that rule is : there is no rules and since I'm an artist I'm allowed to be intoxicated before noon on rainy days. (Such is the reason for my living in the rain forest city of Vancouver BC
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 7:37pm
22nd Feb 2016 7:37pm
Teenage girl problems
A prison for your mind
Is there any other kind
To hide the way you feel
To mask and to conceal
Impose and then set free
Condition in you and me
Question why you portray
Just why you feel this way
Feeling so betrayed
Your best friend acted lame
You tried to act so cool
She played you like the fool
She tried to brush you off
You caved but at what cost
You don't go to the flow
Self esteem is just so low
What you should have said
Was left up in your head
You act it out in case
It again ends up this way
How to set...
Is there any other kind
To hide the way you feel
To mask and to conceal
Impose and then set free
Condition in you and me
Question why you portray
Just why you feel this way
Feeling so betrayed
Your best friend acted lame
You tried to act so cool
She played you like the fool
She tried to brush you off
You caved but at what cost
You don't go to the flow
Self esteem is just so low
What you should have said
Was left up in your head
You act it out in case
It again ends up this way
How to set...
547 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2016 6:04am
3rd Jan 2016 6:04am
Dysfunctional festuvis
Christmas holidays was yet again another dysfunctional disaster, a dysfunctional family only held together with a dysfunctional plaster.
You know the kind, so where shall I start, let's see what dysfunction Santa has in his dysfunctional cart.
A dysfunctional sister who lacks empathy, a dysfunctional brother in love only with money.
A dysfunctional mother who's life's work is being a drunk, a dysfunctional drunk father who's a wife beating jerk.
I miss my family and I could truly live with all the dysfunctional of that, if they could just stop holding...
You know the kind, so where shall I start, let's see what dysfunction Santa has in his dysfunctional cart.
A dysfunctional sister who lacks empathy, a dysfunctional brother in love only with money.
A dysfunctional mother who's life's work is being a drunk, a dysfunctional drunk father who's a wife beating jerk.
I miss my family and I could truly live with all the dysfunctional of that, if they could just stop holding...
687 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 8:27pm
20th Nov 2015 8:27pm
One true love.
When the depression sets in to my world again, from life I refrain and can no longer conceal my pain.
There is no attempting to occupy myself with stupid little menial tasks, there is no acting in accordance by placing my face in a mask.
There is no showing a smile to cover up the despair on my face, there is no warmth for the cold has taken its place.
Sometimes I get stuck inside this black windowless room from which there seems no escape, and every so often I'm shown a new "way out", but I hesitate, and then it is to late.
Convincing myself I'm...
There is no attempting to occupy myself with stupid little menial tasks, there is no acting in accordance by placing my face in a mask.
There is no showing a smile to cover up the despair on my face, there is no warmth for the cold has taken its place.
Sometimes I get stuck inside this black windowless room from which there seems no escape, and every so often I'm shown a new "way out", but I hesitate, and then it is to late.
Convincing myself I'm...
824 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 6:42am
16th Nov 2015 6:42am
I don't even wanna guess a tittle
b][i][font=Trebuchet MS][/A banana blouse, with a pickle dress on.
Onion ear earrings and a dental floss thong.
Candy lipstick and watermelon shoes.
Looking like the the breakfast Buffett on an "all you can eat" Cruze.
A mango corsage and a lemon strip bra
If you could fly I'd swear you were a macaw.
Baby, You know I love you for who you are, but this is getting ridiculous you've got so much food on you can't even fit in the car.
Why can't you just dress like everyone else,
formal conservative and looking like wealth?
Why...
Onion ear earrings and a dental floss thong.
Candy lipstick and watermelon shoes.
Looking like the the breakfast Buffett on an "all you can eat" Cruze.
A mango corsage and a lemon strip bra
If you could fly I'd swear you were a macaw.
Baby, You know I love you for who you are, but this is getting ridiculous you've got so much food on you can't even fit in the car.
Why can't you just dress like everyone else,
formal conservative and looking like wealth?
Why...
574 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2015 6:08am
12th Nov 2015 6:08am
Drug house
An cynical view of a split level dream in a room with out view, where nothing is tangible, edible or sane cause nothing is the truth.
So many souls have come through these doors before just to stake their claim, they become enslaved just fast enough to crave and taste the all but to brief fame.
There's boarded up windows and flattened out nails that are used to lock the doors, burns on the walls and blood on the ceiling and cigarette butts on the floor.
Anyone who approaches this place must truly be one of the dammed, for they have already been warned off a...
So many souls have come through these doors before just to stake their claim, they become enslaved just fast enough to crave and taste the all but to brief fame.
There's boarded up windows and flattened out nails that are used to lock the doors, burns on the walls and blood on the ceiling and cigarette butts on the floor.
Anyone who approaches this place must truly be one of the dammed, for they have already been warned off a...
784 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2015 8:47am
29th Oct 2015 8:47am
Seeds of
Seeds of compulsion and addictions commiserate.
Steadily plotting expansion to steal your fait.
The seeds begin manifesting on the inside, through thoughts they stay in control, they keep your corruption at their pace, justification is their starring role.
Growing to teach selfishness to the even the most generous of people, keeping your idle hands occupied is done quite easily when done by the devil
Manifesting in your head through a series of neuron misfires, achieving misdirection making you want, what you did not desire.
Witnessing your...
Steadily plotting expansion to steal your fait.
The seeds begin manifesting on the inside, through thoughts they stay in control, they keep your corruption at their pace, justification is their starring role.
Growing to teach selfishness to the even the most generous of people, keeping your idle hands occupied is done quite easily when done by the devil
Manifesting in your head through a series of neuron misfires, achieving misdirection making you want, what you did not desire.
Witnessing your...
724 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 8:10am
18th Oct 2015 8:10am
Ineffectual meeting
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Alive - awakening - awakened - awake
The blinds that bind
Pronounce & proclaim
A singularly
Moment in time
depth of conviction
semblance
semblance
semblance
Alive - awakening - awakened - awake
The blinds that bind
Pronounce & proclaim
A singularly
Moment in time
depth of conviction
semblance
semblance
semblance
537 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 7:07am
18th Oct 2015 7:07am
Seed planted in my brain
Times they are a changing, this we cannot deny.
For we use to see stars twinkling above and now just a chemical laden sky.
Our youth was filled with so much promise from the baby boomer generation before.
Taught that life is but to consume, to win at all costs yes score score score.
Designer drugs, political thugs & licensed badges with loaded guns.
Turn on the 6 o'clock news. Live your life in fear or the crowd will jeer, be afraid and ready to run.
They say terrorist, but we all know now it's always been them.
Trust no one for you never be safe, who trusts...
For we use to see stars twinkling above and now just a chemical laden sky.
Our youth was filled with so much promise from the baby boomer generation before.
Taught that life is but to consume, to win at all costs yes score score score.
Designer drugs, political thugs & licensed badges with loaded guns.
Turn on the 6 o'clock news. Live your life in fear or the crowd will jeer, be afraid and ready to run.
They say terrorist, but we all know now it's always been them.
Trust no one for you never be safe, who trusts...
761 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 10:17pm
15th Oct 2015 10:17pm
My drug buddy
Standing by a bench and wincing at the ground, time goes by so slowly when my drug buddy is not around.
She arrives dressed in her unusual yet usual attire, we stand by the bench to do our daily drug fund raising conspire.
Devising a scheme to perpetrate on an unsuspecting victim, we execute our plan with perfect timing and flawless precision.
Our ill gotten gains soon becomes dirty blood money, and that once dark and gloomy day becomes again warm & sunny.
We make the call then watch all the cars that pass by, for it is only one car that we seek, one...
She arrives dressed in her unusual yet usual attire, we stand by the bench to do our daily drug fund raising conspire.
Devising a scheme to perpetrate on an unsuspecting victim, we execute our plan with perfect timing and flawless precision.
Our ill gotten gains soon becomes dirty blood money, and that once dark and gloomy day becomes again warm & sunny.
We make the call then watch all the cars that pass by, for it is only one car that we seek, one...
815 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 6:39am
8th Oct 2015 6:39am
Entitled attraction
Looking out the window at another rainy day, as a drop slides down the window pane and gathers all with rein.
Trapping & collapsing the drops quicken their pace; they start out alone and one by one join the race.
All working together to achieve a community bond, unity & harmony allow the drops to envision a world beyond.
The puddles on the ground become the product of all this power and rein, now together forever with no more memories of being a drop alone and cold on the window pane.
Trapping & collapsing the drops quicken their pace; they start out alone and one by one join the race.
All working together to achieve a community bond, unity & harmony allow the drops to envision a world beyond.
The puddles on the ground become the product of all this power and rein, now together forever with no more memories of being a drop alone and cold on the window pane.
590 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 6:28am
8th Oct 2015 6:28am
Azezel
Roll up your sleeve, just push that needle in, feel my darkness grip the very depths of your soul again.
Feeding off your emotions of pain, loss & fear, I bring with me no joy, only emptiness, sorrows & tears
The benefits are few for your infinite self loathing crime, only the waves of warm pure bliss ripples that rip down your veins from time to time.
So Roll up your sleeve and just push that fucken needle in, I'm inside of you now, I dwell under your skin.
There is no true escape from that pain you feel, I am here to stay and I feed off what you...
Feeding off your emotions of pain, loss & fear, I bring with me no joy, only emptiness, sorrows & tears
The benefits are few for your infinite self loathing crime, only the waves of warm pure bliss ripples that rip down your veins from time to time.
So Roll up your sleeve and just push that fucken needle in, I'm inside of you now, I dwell under your skin.
There is no true escape from that pain you feel, I am here to stay and I feed off what you...
772 reads
1 Comment
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