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
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2015 4:00pm
15th Apr 2015 4:00pm
Mother Mary/Holy Grail
Young Mary charmed her way through life
by learning how to please
She'd spend most nights flat on her back
or scraping up her knees
Mary Magdalene full of men
she'd let just anybody in
Though many knew she was a whore
some still maintained that she was pure
One day her life caught up with her
her lifestyle wouldn't last
So she resolved to find a man
who didn't know her past
A man named Joseph fit the bill
her past he did not know
But right before she had him trapped
her child began to...
by learning how to please
She'd spend most nights flat on her back
or scraping up her knees
Mary Magdalene full of men
she'd let just anybody in
Though many knew she was a whore
some still maintained that she was pure
One day her life caught up with her
her lifestyle wouldn't last
So she resolved to find a man
who didn't know her past
A man named Joseph fit the bill
her past he did not know
But right before she had him trapped
her child began to...
857 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2015 11:52pm
14th Apr 2015 11:52pm
Wonderland Shattered/Memories Scattered
Nothing seemed too serious when
life still held mystery
But one day she found out the truth
the rest is history
Her clothes were torn and tattered
and she was dead inside
Her wonderland was shattered
so she had no place to hide
The hatter's missing several parts
the admiral lost his ship
The carpenter has built the set
but he still needs a script
I helped her paint the roses red
and find all that she lacked
But after all the time I spent
she stabbed me in the back
Despite the pain I won't regret
that she...
life still held mystery
But one day she found out the truth
the rest is history
Her clothes were torn and tattered
and she was dead inside
Her wonderland was shattered
so she had no place to hide
The hatter's missing several parts
the admiral lost his ship
The carpenter has built the set
but he still needs a script
I helped her paint the roses red
and find all that she lacked
But after all the time I spent
she stabbed me in the back
Despite the pain I won't regret
that she...
712 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 3:51pm
13th Apr 2015 3:51pm
searing the salted flesh in it's own juices
ou break the seal and take it out
and pull apart by hand
And listen to screaming when
you throw it in a pan
Got to be sure to sear the flesh
and fry away the fat
Who knew that such a clever beast
could be a tasty snack?
The glory in the creature's death
can easily be seen
In this gift that Sir Francis left
for folks like you and me
and pull apart by hand
And listen to screaming when
you throw it in a pan
Got to be sure to sear the flesh
and fry away the fat
Who knew that such a clever beast
could be a tasty snack?
The glory in the creature's death
can easily be seen
In this gift that Sir Francis left
for folks like you and me
590 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 3:09am
13th Apr 2015 3:09am
The Axe
There was an unsuccessful Bard
who only knew three chords
So when he'd try to entertain
the crowd would soon get bored
He knew that theoretically
he could play many songs
But when he tried to strum a tune
it always came out wrong
And one day he decided
it was time to face the facts
He'd have to find a steady job
but then he found the axe
And from the time he touched the strings
those chords made perfect sense
His singing got much better, too
which made his songs intense
He played until his fingers bled...
who only knew three chords
So when he'd try to entertain
the crowd would soon get bored
He knew that theoretically
he could play many songs
But when he tried to strum a tune
it always came out wrong
And one day he decided
it was time to face the facts
He'd have to find a steady job
but then he found the axe
And from the time he touched the strings
those chords made perfect sense
His singing got much better, too
which made his songs intense
He played until his fingers bled...
930 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2015 11:06pm
12th Apr 2015 11:06pm
of Facebook Love
Of Facebook Love
We met around the end of spring
when I got a request
I guess it was one of those things
that Facebook would suggest
She messaged me out of the blue
we talked for hours on end
And by the time the night was up
I knew I'd found a friend
After a couple weeks had passed
I asked her on a date
We met up on July the fourth
and she seemed really great
I met most of her family
that came in from afar
That night we watched the fireworks
and laid beneath the stars
But when I...
We met around the end of spring
when I got a request
I guess it was one of those things
that Facebook would suggest
She messaged me out of the blue
we talked for hours on end
And by the time the night was up
I knew I'd found a friend
After a couple weeks had passed
I asked her on a date
We met up on July the fourth
and she seemed really great
I met most of her family
that came in from afar
That night we watched the fireworks
and laid beneath the stars
But when I...
929 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2015 10:08am
12th Apr 2015 10:08am
A Chemical Romance
When we first met ten years ago
it changed my point of view
She calmed my nerves, she eased my mind
and helped me start anew
I was an angry little boy
'til she made me a man
I wandered through life aimlessly
'til she gave me a plan
When I took her into my lungs
it felt like coming home
I realised that things weren't so bad
and didn't feel alone
But when she'd leave me for awhile
I found I couldn't deal
Without her mind-numbing embrace
then things would get too real
I'd cling to what she left...
it changed my point of view
She calmed my nerves, she eased my mind
and helped me start anew
I was an angry little boy
'til she made me a man
I wandered through life aimlessly
'til she gave me a plan
When I took her into my lungs
it felt like coming home
I realised that things weren't so bad
and didn't feel alone
But when she'd leave me for awhile
I found I couldn't deal
Without her mind-numbing embrace
then things would get too real
I'd cling to what she left...
677 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 6:21am
10th Apr 2015 6:21am
Bleeding Through A Blackened Smile
To hide the nature of his heart
he smiles his black tooth grin
He shares the wisdom he's accrued
on the wrong side of sin
He speaks in riddles, writes in rhymes
that hint at all his grief
He sugar coats his words so much
he bleeds out through his teeth
He learned to cover up his pain
he hides his battle scars
He stashes truth behind the lines
and in-between the bars
And of the matter of a soul
he sold it long ago
He traded it for just a spark
so his truth could be shown
He's long been...
he smiles his black tooth grin
He shares the wisdom he's accrued
on the wrong side of sin
He speaks in riddles, writes in rhymes
that hint at all his grief
He sugar coats his words so much
he bleeds out through his teeth
He learned to cover up his pain
he hides his battle scars
He stashes truth behind the lines
and in-between the bars
And of the matter of a soul
he sold it long ago
He traded it for just a spark
so his truth could be shown
He's long been...
694 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 10:37pm
9th Apr 2015 10:37pm
Hills of Old
Through seas of green
and fields of trees
lined by the rays of gold
The secrets whispered in the breeze
remind of times of old
When pagan man
onced tamed the land
and brought with him the seeds
with his own hands
he laid his plans
to better suit his needs
And all was fine
until the mines
became all of the rage
Forever changed
the land remains
from the Industrial age
The paved the trails
and laid the rails
by blasting through the rock
And from the waste ...
and fields of trees
lined by the rays of gold
The secrets whispered in the breeze
remind of times of old
When pagan man
onced tamed the land
and brought with him the seeds
with his own hands
he laid his plans
to better suit his needs
And all was fine
until the mines
became all of the rage
Forever changed
the land remains
from the Industrial age
The paved the trails
and laid the rails
by blasting through the rock
And from the waste ...
760 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 7:25am
9th Apr 2015 7:25am
An Eventful Morning/Breakfast of Champions
Her text come in this morning
it shocked me what she'd sent
It didn't say much of anything
but I knew what she meant
Was writing a good morning text
but right before I sent
She said "I'm home, and all alone"
and I knew what that meant
I asked "can I come over?"
knew what she had in store
She coyly answered "if you want"
as I walked out the door
I wasted no time getting there
and quickly hatched a plan
I'd show her what she meant to me
the only way I can
I took a shortcut through the woods ...
it shocked me what she'd sent
It didn't say much of anything
but I knew what she meant
Was writing a good morning text
but right before I sent
She said "I'm home, and all alone"
and I knew what that meant
I asked "can I come over?"
knew what she had in store
She coyly answered "if you want"
as I walked out the door
I wasted no time getting there
and quickly hatched a plan
I'd show her what she meant to me
the only way I can
I took a shortcut through the woods ...
1102 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 2:28pm
8th Apr 2015 2:28pm
behind the bars/between the lines
I hide behind these bars
with a pen and a pad
and speak of these scars
from the times that I've had
I put on this mask
I'm invisible now
and this number, you ask
is divisible how?
Now, I know what you're thinking
and you're wrong to assume
that inside I'm just sinking
while I hide in my room
I just lie on my bed
and look up at the stars
my whole world's in my head
along with my scars
I'll just peer through these bars
and deep into the pad
soon I see all these scars
from the times good...
with a pen and a pad
and speak of these scars
from the times that I've had
I put on this mask
I'm invisible now
and this number, you ask
is divisible how?
Now, I know what you're thinking
and you're wrong to assume
that inside I'm just sinking
while I hide in my room
I just lie on my bed
and look up at the stars
my whole world's in my head
along with my scars
I'll just peer through these bars
and deep into the pad
soon I see all these scars
from the times good...
823 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2015 9:57pm
7th Apr 2015 9:57pm
Skittles And Whatnot
Reveries from a jerry can
Eating skittles and gazing at the stars
and throwing rocks at cars
… vision quest …
I'd write you a song about it
but I only know three chords
And I'd get bored
Drop some blue jolly ranchers
in a fifth of gin
And let the fun begin
Is that a cat in a hat
or just a tortoise in a shell
I can't tell
Telling dirty jokes
and smoking crystal meth
Fumes on your breath
Back the fuck off
I saw what you did, there
for that Klondike bar
Get off my porch
You disgust me
Eating skittles and gazing at the stars
and throwing rocks at cars
… vision quest …
I'd write you a song about it
but I only know three chords
And I'd get bored
Drop some blue jolly ranchers
in a fifth of gin
And let the fun begin
Is that a cat in a hat
or just a tortoise in a shell
I can't tell
Telling dirty jokes
and smoking crystal meth
Fumes on your breath
Back the fuck off
I saw what you did, there
for that Klondike bar
Get off my porch
You disgust me
1012 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 2:53pm
6th Apr 2015 2:53pm
Battle Scars Beneath The Make-Up
I could say everything in life
is poofy clouds and shit
but I was never one to lie
and sunshine makes me sick
I could tell you how I feel oppressed
while you pretend to help
my words could make you so depressed
you might go hang yourself
But I don't wanna bring you down
I'm not that type of dude
I'd rather just act like a clown
and make you think I'm rude
My only gift is mystery
a trait that keeps me interesting
I wear a fake smile to conceal
the secrets I cannot reveal
If you could see past my disguise...
is poofy clouds and shit
but I was never one to lie
and sunshine makes me sick
I could tell you how I feel oppressed
while you pretend to help
my words could make you so depressed
you might go hang yourself
But I don't wanna bring you down
I'm not that type of dude
I'd rather just act like a clown
and make you think I'm rude
My only gift is mystery
a trait that keeps me interesting
I wear a fake smile to conceal
the secrets I cannot reveal
If you could see past my disguise...
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