Submissions by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hitler did nothing wrong, 9/11 was an inside job, and, oh yeah, ISIS is funded by the US government... And Obama is actually an Illuminati lizard man
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2015 7:33am
17th May 2015 7:33am
Yesterday Trash
This love was not supposed to be
I don't know what was wrong with me
I wish we could have just been friends
I'm sure you know how this story ends
A night of drinking led to sex
And a few bruises on our necks
My back, the canvas where she marked
The night that would tear us apart
She bought my drugs and kept me fed
And kept me entertained in bed
And in return, I stuck around
I told cruel jokes and put her down
She gave me all that she possessed
When I'd get drunk she'd clean the mess
And even though I'd treat her bad
She loved...
I don't know what was wrong with me
I wish we could have just been friends
I'm sure you know how this story ends
A night of drinking led to sex
And a few bruises on our necks
My back, the canvas where she marked
The night that would tear us apart
She bought my drugs and kept me fed
And kept me entertained in bed
And in return, I stuck around
I told cruel jokes and put her down
She gave me all that she possessed
When I'd get drunk she'd clean the mess
And even though I'd treat her bad
She loved...
714 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2015 9:05pm
12th May 2015 9:05pm
Spruce-top Mistress / plastic love
Got blisters from the strings
and my hands are throbbing
Got a smile on my face
but my insides are sobbing
Got myself a new flat top
and I took some lessons
Now I'm searching for tabs
to feed my new obsession
Started off as as a hobby
but now it's a need
Sometimes I can't stop
'til my fingertips bleed
When I lay myself down
chords progress through my head
As I visualise patterns
and the verse of the dead
The songs blur together
along with the lines
Words beg to be spoken
a couple more times
At the end...
and my hands are throbbing
Got a smile on my face
but my insides are sobbing
Got myself a new flat top
and I took some lessons
Now I'm searching for tabs
to feed my new obsession
Started off as as a hobby
but now it's a need
Sometimes I can't stop
'til my fingertips bleed
When I lay myself down
chords progress through my head
As I visualise patterns
and the verse of the dead
The songs blur together
along with the lines
Words beg to be spoken
a couple more times
At the end...
620 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2015 6:06pm
8th May 2015 6:06pm
I'll Be Your Dog
I'll gladly rise to your command
and do a couple tricks
Your table scraps keep me sustained
but leave me feeling sick
You take me on a trip somewhere
and let me out to roam
But every time you leave me there
I find my way back home
I'm losing weight, I'm losing sleep
and acting like a clown
Each day for me is misery
I wish you'd put me down
You rub my nose in everything
that you consider wrong
You do this with the hopes that I
won't stick around for long
And when I'm almost over you
you keep bringing...
and do a couple tricks
Your table scraps keep me sustained
but leave me feeling sick
You take me on a trip somewhere
and let me out to roam
But every time you leave me there
I find my way back home
I'm losing weight, I'm losing sleep
and acting like a clown
Each day for me is misery
I wish you'd put me down
You rub my nose in everything
that you consider wrong
You do this with the hopes that I
won't stick around for long
And when I'm almost over you
you keep bringing...
566 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2015 11:06am
8th May 2015 11:06am
A Perfect World?
"Give peace a chance" I heard them say
the nations shouldn't war
It'd be great for a little while
but soon we'd all get bored
If poets didn't criticize
and people weren't ostracized
Then everyone would be the same
and no one would enjoy the game
There'd be no interesting sights to see
without all the diversity
The brilliant light of each new day
would be replaced with shades of gray
So I have learned to celebrate
all of the things I used to hate
I promote the things that I hold dear
and respect everything...
the nations shouldn't war
It'd be great for a little while
but soon we'd all get bored
If poets didn't criticize
and people weren't ostracized
Then everyone would be the same
and no one would enjoy the game
There'd be no interesting sights to see
without all the diversity
The brilliant light of each new day
would be replaced with shades of gray
So I have learned to celebrate
all of the things I used to hate
I promote the things that I hold dear
and respect everything...
596 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 11:15pm
27th Apr 2015 11:15pm
Mind Traveller
I'm lying in my bed
with a pen and a pad
I'm flying through my head
through all the times both good and bad
I feel the icy hand
of anxiety and doubt
So I perform a ritual
to smoke the ravens out
So I take my favorite bowl
and add some special herbs
I find a quiet place
where I'll never be disturbed
I light her fire to have a taste
and feel a burst of energy
I start to vibe with Mary Jane
and feel the perfect synergy
And pretty soon I notice
after harnessing the herb
My pen is overflowing
and my rhyming...
with a pen and a pad
I'm flying through my head
through all the times both good and bad
I feel the icy hand
of anxiety and doubt
So I perform a ritual
to smoke the ravens out
So I take my favorite bowl
and add some special herbs
I find a quiet place
where I'll never be disturbed
I light her fire to have a taste
and feel a burst of energy
I start to vibe with Mary Jane
and feel the perfect synergy
And pretty soon I notice
after harnessing the herb
My pen is overflowing
and my rhyming...
941 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 9:16am
27th Apr 2015 9:16am
Cheshire Smile Behind The Veil
With cyanide kisses
and chlorine eyes
She left me blind
to all her lies
As mad as a hatter
with twice the charm
They failed to warn me
of the harm
Convinced me that
I could not fall
And left me feeling
two foot small
Right through the cracks
she disappeared
Left me to get me
as I'd feared
And in a flood
the fuel returned
She struck the match
and watched me burn
and chlorine eyes
She left me blind
to all her lies
As mad as a hatter
with twice the charm
They failed to warn me
of the harm
Convinced me that
I could not fall
And left me feeling
two foot small
Right through the cracks
she disappeared
Left me to get me
as I'd feared
And in a flood
the fuel returned
She struck the match
and watched me burn
743 reads
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2015 7:46pm
26th Apr 2015 7:46pm
Redneck Truth Serum/ a good Friday night
We pour a round, we roll a spliff
and everything is great
'til bottles suddenly appear
and someome gets a plate
The other day my loneliness
it seemed would never end
'Til I went and got a few supplies
and found myself some friends
The ringing's getting louder now
my mind completely numb
The music's getting louder, too
and things are getting dumb
And by the time the night was up
there was no secrets left
It was a great experience
but now I feel like death
Vodka, Valium, vicodin
morphine and Mary Jane...
and everything is great
'til bottles suddenly appear
and someome gets a plate
The other day my loneliness
it seemed would never end
'Til I went and got a few supplies
and found myself some friends
The ringing's getting louder now
my mind completely numb
The music's getting louder, too
and things are getting dumb
And by the time the night was up
there was no secrets left
It was a great experience
but now I feel like death
Vodka, Valium, vicodin
morphine and Mary Jane...
723 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 10:12pm
23rd Apr 2015 10:12pm
Dead To Writes
Trying to keep it light,
when my world is so dense
I thought I'd cracked the code
but it still don't make sense
I'm destroying my life
with the power of prophesy
I feel so detached
like my soul has neuropathy
Was so absorbed in darkness
that I lost track of the light
Til one day Mary picked me up
and left me dead to writes
I wallowed in my own despair
and viewed the world as shit
She helped me pick the pieces up
and somehow make them fit
And now sometimes it blows my mind
because the wind is high
and when the...
when my world is so dense
I thought I'd cracked the code
but it still don't make sense
I'm destroying my life
with the power of prophesy
I feel so detached
like my soul has neuropathy
Was so absorbed in darkness
that I lost track of the light
Til one day Mary picked me up
and left me dead to writes
I wallowed in my own despair
and viewed the world as shit
She helped me pick the pieces up
and somehow make them fit
And now sometimes it blows my mind
because the wind is high
and when the...
761 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2015 4:02pm
18th Apr 2015 4:02pm
On The Precipice (with Deathnote Whovian)
I stand on the edge
afraid to look down
at the world below
I throw down a rock
to see if I can hear it land
but I hear nothing
I get myself low to the ground
and lean over to take a look
nothing but fog
Logic dictates I should pull back
or risk falling into the abyss
but I can't look away
Forces beyond my comprehension
draw me ever closer
to the prospect of being forever lost
Should I wish to fall
I'll not jump
But drift willingly
Whilst I plummet downwards
I not to never feel the...
afraid to look down
at the world below
I throw down a rock
to see if I can hear it land
but I hear nothing
I get myself low to the ground
and lean over to take a look
nothing but fog
Logic dictates I should pull back
or risk falling into the abyss
but I can't look away
Forces beyond my comprehension
draw me ever closer
to the prospect of being forever lost
Should I wish to fall
I'll not jump
But drift willingly
Whilst I plummet downwards
I not to never feel the...
731 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2015 00:47am
18th Apr 2015 00:47am
Fragments
Hot ashes
empty bottles
and tangled sheets
Wild eyes
crimson hair
and tiger stripes
Long, steamy nights
and discarded clothing
amidst December's foggy freeze
Memories
that left me cold
empty bottles
and tangled sheets
Wild eyes
crimson hair
and tiger stripes
Long, steamy nights
and discarded clothing
amidst December's foggy freeze
Memories
that left me cold
810 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 4:34pm
17th Apr 2015 4:34pm
Sorry About Your Luck
I wrecked his life
I wrecked his wife
because she felt ignored
He was away
I came to play
'Cos I tend to get bored
I'm sorry but
I had to but
and she was always there
She spent his check
and gave me sex
I knew it wasn't fair
It seems he's fucked
shit outta luck
I would have left her then
It was a shame
she played her game
in which he couldn't win
Thanks for the cash
and cigarettes
I bummed after we fucked
Life can be cruel
when you're a fool
sorry about your luck
I wrecked his wife
because she felt ignored
He was away
I came to play
'Cos I tend to get bored
I'm sorry but
I had to but
and she was always there
She spent his check
and gave me sex
I knew it wasn't fair
It seems he's fucked
shit outta luck
I would have left her then
It was a shame
she played her game
in which he couldn't win
Thanks for the cash
and cigarettes
I bummed after we fucked
Life can be cruel
when you're a fool
sorry about your luck
590 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 2:44am
17th Apr 2015 2:44am
Fairy tales and Imaginary Friends (if easily offended, please read)
In need of new surroundings
and desperate in my search
I let someone persuade me in
to visiting their church
I realise when I take a seat
that this is a mistake
I feel the walls start closing in
as my hands start to shake
Drowning in a sea of faces
my ears burn from their stares
They talk nonsense amongst themselves
and suck up all the air
The preacher walks up to the front
and my ears start to ring
As several of the kids rise up
and volunteer to sing
And all applaud their strange display
of how much they...
and desperate in my search
I let someone persuade me in
to visiting their church
I realise when I take a seat
that this is a mistake
I feel the walls start closing in
as my hands start to shake
Drowning in a sea of faces
my ears burn from their stares
They talk nonsense amongst themselves
and suck up all the air
The preacher walks up to the front
and my ears start to ring
As several of the kids rise up
and volunteer to sing
And all applaud their strange display
of how much they...
797 reads
6 Comments
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