Submissions by NathanAschwartz (goatee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a poet of many masks. I try not to write about one subject.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 9:00am
29th Jun 2012 9:00am
Deep With In
Deep within you
There is a beast
Waiting to be set loose
But you keep his cage airtight
You feed him the anger
That you never use
But tonight the beast
Releases itself
From the grasp of the cage
And attack your loved ones
But you had no control
Because the beast was loose
Deep with in your heart
Lay those secrets
That you have kept
In a pile for so long
Tonight they leaked
Out of your mouth
Like a broken spigot
Watching them drip
One by one
Off the corner of your lips
Burning me
Like a...
There is a beast
Waiting to be set loose
But you keep his cage airtight
You feed him the anger
That you never use
But tonight the beast
Releases itself
From the grasp of the cage
And attack your loved ones
But you had no control
Because the beast was loose
Deep with in your heart
Lay those secrets
That you have kept
In a pile for so long
Tonight they leaked
Out of your mouth
Like a broken spigot
Watching them drip
One by one
Off the corner of your lips
Burning me
Like a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 8:48am
29th Jun 2012 8:48am
The Sad Part
Some days I walk with
My neck broken
And hope that something
Will snap my neck
Back together
Strange thing is
I normally never find it
My neck broken
And hope that something
Will snap my neck
Back together
Strange thing is
I normally never find it
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 8:19pm
27th Jun 2012 8:19pm
Late Night Poem #2
Late Night Poem #2
Whores
We are all whores
To the world
Whores
We are all whores
To the world
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 10:10pm
22nd Jun 2012 10:10pm
You were on the Tip of my minds eye
You are on the tip of my minds eye
Just sitting there on the edge with your legs
Hanging over staring into what is a vast
Amount of thoughts floating in the sky
Of my brain
I try not to think of you every moment
For I know we are not there yet
We have not yet reached the boarder
But we are walking down the path
The sandy dusty path
That I created so I can hold your hand
When I hold you
I feel comfort not only in my heart
But in my soul.
My soul has been darkened by beauties
And you have some how grasped my soul
And created...
Just sitting there on the edge with your legs
Hanging over staring into what is a vast
Amount of thoughts floating in the sky
Of my brain
I try not to think of you every moment
For I know we are not there yet
We have not yet reached the boarder
But we are walking down the path
The sandy dusty path
That I created so I can hold your hand
When I hold you
I feel comfort not only in my heart
But in my soul.
My soul has been darkened by beauties
And you have some how grasped my soul
And created...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 9:57pm
22nd Jun 2012 9:57pm
I see the beauty...
I see the beauty and it is wearing away
This world is starting to become nothing more
Than a heaping pile of horrible human souls
Mixing together like a soup
The good and few and far between
As we make our way on this road.
Murder is nothing new.
Murder for lust
Murder for fun
Murder from stupidity
Innocence lost because of ignorance fired from a revolver
And
Now a mother lays her hands on her dead child
Woe drains her
Her husband
Emotionless
Because he is too much of a “man” to show
The love to his child...
This world is starting to become nothing more
Than a heaping pile of horrible human souls
Mixing together like a soup
The good and few and far between
As we make our way on this road.
Murder is nothing new.
Murder for lust
Murder for fun
Murder from stupidity
Innocence lost because of ignorance fired from a revolver
And
Now a mother lays her hands on her dead child
Woe drains her
Her husband
Emotionless
Because he is too much of a “man” to show
The love to his child...
850 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 10:43pm
19th Jun 2012 10:43pm
This is My Goodbye
As we continued to fall down the slippery slope
I began to realize that what I had gotten myself into
Was a pile of rotten dogshit
Every time I gave you a compliment
You would turn it around
Flip it upside down
And find some cockamamie way of insulting me
Well I am here today writing this poem for you
To let you know that I aint going to put up with your bullshit
Anymore, I aint going to let you ware me down
This is my goodbye
My final word to a cunt like you
I began to realize that what I had gotten myself into
Was a pile of rotten dogshit
Every time I gave you a compliment
You would turn it around
Flip it upside down
And find some cockamamie way of insulting me
Well I am here today writing this poem for you
To let you know that I aint going to put up with your bullshit
Anymore, I aint going to let you ware me down
This is my goodbye
My final word to a cunt like you
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 10:00pm
19th Jun 2012 10:00pm
Sympathy
Sympathy
As I walk through this sullen and hungry world
I notice that hearts are thrown against walls
Gold hearts
Coal hearts
Silver Hearts
And victims lay dying on the floor
With a hole in their chest
Strangers pass by and place coins in the chest
But none give sympathy
The one thing that they have in every country
Sympathy is simple
yet some minds cannot
Place their claws around it.
They are too long and sharp
And pierce sympathy
Sympathy is fragile
And can break far too easily
To be carried in our rib...
As I walk through this sullen and hungry world
I notice that hearts are thrown against walls
Gold hearts
Coal hearts
Silver Hearts
And victims lay dying on the floor
With a hole in their chest
Strangers pass by and place coins in the chest
But none give sympathy
The one thing that they have in every country
Sympathy is simple
yet some minds cannot
Place their claws around it.
They are too long and sharp
And pierce sympathy
Sympathy is fragile
And can break far too easily
To be carried in our rib...
836 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 1:06am
19th Jun 2012 1:06am
Comatose
I feel numb
I feel comatose
The world around me
Continues to spin
But I stand in one place
If not for the gift of poetry
My mind would empty
Spiders
Would crawl
Down my spine
Laying eggs in the core
I feel like a bee without its stinger
I write words that flow out my mind
Into the black ocean of my pen
Whispers crawl between my eyes
As they tell me
Things will be okay
Loneliness inches down the back of my neck
Parasite
Burn with cigarette
Wondering nomad
Traveling the desert
Of my...
I feel comatose
The world around me
Continues to spin
But I stand in one place
If not for the gift of poetry
My mind would empty
Spiders
Would crawl
Down my spine
Laying eggs in the core
I feel like a bee without its stinger
I write words that flow out my mind
Into the black ocean of my pen
Whispers crawl between my eyes
As they tell me
Things will be okay
Loneliness inches down the back of my neck
Parasite
Burn with cigarette
Wondering nomad
Traveling the desert
Of my...
743 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2012 10:06pm
18th Jun 2012 10:06pm
Creativity in a Jar
If I could gather creativity in a jar
I think I would be a much happier
Conveyer of words
Because I would have an extra
Something or other
To feed the beast
That is the feast I eat
The greatest of all writers have been tortured
By the need to feed the beast
And
Sometimes
The beast defeats us
Because our pens
Are too dull to slay it
I think I would be a much happier
Conveyer of words
Because I would have an extra
Something or other
To feed the beast
That is the feast I eat
The greatest of all writers have been tortured
By the need to feed the beast
And
Sometimes
The beast defeats us
Because our pens
Are too dull to slay it
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 6:39pm
17th Jun 2012 6:39pm
Golden Greed
Golden Greed
As I walked through the mall today
Searching for a book to read at
The local mall bookstore
I couldn’t help but notice that
We still are a capitalistic society
We swallow the slimy horrible tasting advertisements
Because it’s the only way to live
Capitalism is ingrained in our skin
Like prisoners in Russia it’s marked
We are pigs rolling in our own golden filth
And our society is made of golden corruption
Where Gold paves our streets
And gold builds our buildings
And gold is in the needles of drugs
And...
As I walked through the mall today
Searching for a book to read at
The local mall bookstore
I couldn’t help but notice that
We still are a capitalistic society
We swallow the slimy horrible tasting advertisements
Because it’s the only way to live
Capitalism is ingrained in our skin
Like prisoners in Russia it’s marked
We are pigs rolling in our own golden filth
And our society is made of golden corruption
Where Gold paves our streets
And gold builds our buildings
And gold is in the needles of drugs
And...
862 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 2:26am
17th Jun 2012 2:26am
On a Bench
On a bench
I can smell the ocean air
Salty and dirty
I see the pigeons shit on the sidewalk
Waddling freely with nothing
To worry about on his mind
I see a homeless man sleeping in the grass
And I wonder how he ended up there
He smells of vomit and alcohol
But he lays soundlessly listening
To the local oldies station
A man on roller skates
Holds hands with his girlfriend
They seem so happy together
Like nothing can tear them apart
Waiting for the end of the day
And here I am on the...
I can smell the ocean air
Salty and dirty
I see the pigeons shit on the sidewalk
Waddling freely with nothing
To worry about on his mind
I see a homeless man sleeping in the grass
And I wonder how he ended up there
He smells of vomit and alcohol
But he lays soundlessly listening
To the local oldies station
A man on roller skates
Holds hands with his girlfriend
They seem so happy together
Like nothing can tear them apart
Waiting for the end of the day
And here I am on the...
732 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 2:00am
17th Jun 2012 2:00am
There Was a Bird on the Wire
There was a bird on the wire
(but he flew away)
I once thought that I had a love for this girl
But it turned out that I was
Just another guinea pig
For her to poke at
Through the glass
A kiss to her lips was meaningful to me
But a useless piece of memory to her
And if the relationship had last
I don’t think we would have got along anyway
Not one tear came from my eye when I realized
That she had no intentions of calling me back
Or talking to me ever again mostly because
She was starting to fade
Like a...
(but he flew away)
I once thought that I had a love for this girl
But it turned out that I was
Just another guinea pig
For her to poke at
Through the glass
A kiss to her lips was meaningful to me
But a useless piece of memory to her
And if the relationship had last
I don’t think we would have got along anyway
Not one tear came from my eye when I realized
That she had no intentions of calling me back
Or talking to me ever again mostly because
She was starting to fade
Like a...
714 reads
3 Comments
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