Submissions by OctoberArts (October)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sitting in the ash tray, I let the blunt smoke itself.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 8:43am
10th Apr 2012 8:43am
Gray
Lost between the black and whites of life and death
I continuously fail to paint my existence
Full of emotion yet still emotionless
Lost love and unable to love again
A million answers to questions I can’t answer
Am I happy or am I sad?
Am I alive or am I dead?
Is there a god and does it matter?
Do I have a purpose, does that matter?
Forever soaking in my pool of gray
Like a dancer without a song
A bar after everyone’s gone
A leader with no followers
Just a moment captured in a...
I continuously fail to paint my existence
Full of emotion yet still emotionless
Lost love and unable to love again
A million answers to questions I can’t answer
Am I happy or am I sad?
Am I alive or am I dead?
Is there a god and does it matter?
Do I have a purpose, does that matter?
Forever soaking in my pool of gray
Like a dancer without a song
A bar after everyone’s gone
A leader with no followers
Just a moment captured in a...
829 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Mar 2012 9:49am
26th Mar 2012 9:49am
Tired
Just live life and be happy”
Please stop with the obscenities
Witness the bullshit in your normality
I have faded, slipped off what is now outdated
This fucking spectrum of life
To wake and strive
Day after Day Night after Night
Sixteen to twenty years of education
Work until your sixty then get a vacation
Live to dream and to achieve
Don’t worry the second you want to bleed
Health care will provide you therapy
Once you witness there is nothing to this world
Once you bathe in the harsh reality
Once your purpose or reason...
Please stop with the obscenities
Witness the bullshit in your normality
I have faded, slipped off what is now outdated
This fucking spectrum of life
To wake and strive
Day after Day Night after Night
Sixteen to twenty years of education
Work until your sixty then get a vacation
Live to dream and to achieve
Don’t worry the second you want to bleed
Health care will provide you therapy
Once you witness there is nothing to this world
Once you bathe in the harsh reality
Once your purpose or reason...
1021 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2012 5:32am
8th Feb 2012 5:32am
happy
Happy..
Happy is an illusion
Life’s way of teasing
Fabricated reasoning
Made for you to believe in
Its destiny lies as a memory
Because It can’t forever be…
Only a component of our insanity
Constantly purging us into calamity
Pulling out a deeper question inside of me
What is living happily?
Two second smiles misplaced
Between frowns and a blank face
60 second Laughs and giggles
Between tears lost in sorrows riddle
Listen and listen well
Happiness is...
Happy is an illusion
Life’s way of teasing
Fabricated reasoning
Made for you to believe in
Its destiny lies as a memory
Because It can’t forever be…
Only a component of our insanity
Constantly purging us into calamity
Pulling out a deeper question inside of me
What is living happily?
Two second smiles misplaced
Between frowns and a blank face
60 second Laughs and giggles
Between tears lost in sorrows riddle
Listen and listen well
Happiness is...
925 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2012 6:53am
2nd Feb 2012 6:53am
Water
Darkness flickering between white lights
Standing in the kitchen with a blank mind
Staring at a glass of water I just poured
Transparent liquid right to the core
Cold to the touch of my lips
Bubbling back as it pours in
Half full or half empty
What meaning would that grant me?
Quenching my thirst with nothingness
Crystal beads resting on the rim
Distorting images from within
Shades of gray from every angle
Sparkling liquid cleverly labeled
But in a glass it recovers its name...
Standing in the kitchen with a blank mind
Staring at a glass of water I just poured
Transparent liquid right to the core
Cold to the touch of my lips
Bubbling back as it pours in
Half full or half empty
What meaning would that grant me?
Quenching my thirst with nothingness
Crystal beads resting on the rim
Distorting images from within
Shades of gray from every angle
Sparkling liquid cleverly labeled
But in a glass it recovers its name...
935 reads
14 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jan 2012 6:28am
24th Jan 2012 6:28am
Can you tell me?
What?
…Did you come to read some poetry?
…Maybe a short or dark story
…Lost love or erotic glory
…Rambling rhymes of what I think of me
…Miscellaneous rants or something happy
Tell me… what did you come to read?
Thoughts that share your insanity
Something hot to fuel your fantasies
My thoughts on a worthless world
Some lines you can recite to your girl
How many times I can attempt suicide
And live to write why I am still alive
Tell me…Is this what you expected
I bet your thinking, what is this 20...
…Did you come to read some poetry?
…Maybe a short or dark story
…Lost love or erotic glory
…Rambling rhymes of what I think of me
…Miscellaneous rants or something happy
Tell me… what did you come to read?
Thoughts that share your insanity
Something hot to fuel your fantasies
My thoughts on a worthless world
Some lines you can recite to your girl
How many times I can attempt suicide
And live to write why I am still alive
Tell me…Is this what you expected
I bet your thinking, what is this 20...
992 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2012 7:16am
18th Jan 2012 7:16am
Life description a-z
Abandoned by god from day one.
Blasphemy running through my blood
Cutting board for the lost and lost love
Dreadful bleak worthless existence
Empty soulless waiting to be finished
Feeble minded lacking stability
Grieving waiting for someone to kill me
Heathen the reincarnation of a demon
Insignificant living without reason
Jungle of hatred running through my veins
Keeper of sorrow, the one to blame
Living insanity empty handed in the rain
Meek I’d rather bleed than speak
...
Blasphemy running through my blood
Cutting board for the lost and lost love
Dreadful bleak worthless existence
Empty soulless waiting to be finished
Feeble minded lacking stability
Grieving waiting for someone to kill me
Heathen the reincarnation of a demon
Insignificant living without reason
Jungle of hatred running through my veins
Keeper of sorrow, the one to blame
Living insanity empty handed in the rain
Meek I’d rather bleed than speak
...
748 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 6:43am
13th Jan 2012 6:43am
Street Light
Rain poured again tonight
As I leaned against a street light
Eyes fixated on it, so yellow, so dim
Barley illuminating my skin
A sad barely lit existence
For me and you isn’t it
Sitting in rain, no umbrella
Drenched next to this rusting fella
Whose existence begins to flicker
Trying, but its light fades dimmer
I couldn’t help but think of my life
Holding back the tears I close my eyes
Open them to a dead light
Darkness and pouring skies
Like my heart, like my eyes...
As I leaned against a street light
Eyes fixated on it, so yellow, so dim
Barley illuminating my skin
A sad barely lit existence
For me and you isn’t it
Sitting in rain, no umbrella
Drenched next to this rusting fella
Whose existence begins to flicker
Trying, but its light fades dimmer
I couldn’t help but think of my life
Holding back the tears I close my eyes
Open them to a dead light
Darkness and pouring skies
Like my heart, like my eyes...
802 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 8:34am
23rd Dec 2011 8:34am
Moment
I wish I was…I wish I was a moment
Timeless, still with meaning, emotion
Movie night kissing between scenes
I do’s whispered while the preacher speaks
Holding hands in the park beneath falling leaves
Bonfires, drinking with friends on the beach
Passion emanating as lovers lose their virginity
Eruption of excitement as you hit the winning lottery
Snow ball fights, streaking down empty streets
A live concert, lost in the music, endless screams
Picnic scenery, skipping rocks over the river stream
...
Timeless, still with meaning, emotion
Movie night kissing between scenes
I do’s whispered while the preacher speaks
Holding hands in the park beneath falling leaves
Bonfires, drinking with friends on the beach
Passion emanating as lovers lose their virginity
Eruption of excitement as you hit the winning lottery
Snow ball fights, streaking down empty streets
A live concert, lost in the music, endless screams
Picnic scenery, skipping rocks over the river stream
...
898 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 10:58pm
14th Dec 2011 10:58pm
Dripping Lips
Like a Butterflies Gravity she pulls me in
Leaving me at the point of no restraint
Our bodies intertwined and on fire
My mind consumed with desire
Luscious soft lips slightly open
Breathing gently on my neck
Nails running down my spine
Moans reverberating through my mind
No words switching positions with time
Arching her back as I pull her hair from behind
Passion dripping from constant motion
Continuously corking her ocean
...
Leaving me at the point of no restraint
Our bodies intertwined and on fire
My mind consumed with desire
Luscious soft lips slightly open
Breathing gently on my neck
Nails running down my spine
Moans reverberating through my mind
No words switching positions with time
Arching her back as I pull her hair from behind
Passion dripping from constant motion
Continuously corking her ocean
...
2110 reads
17 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2011 4:51am
1st Dec 2011 4:51am
Who am I?
I am broken glass to the wrist
Empty smiles to the priest
A breathing form of insanity
Druggie and part-time hopeless dreamer
Sunday morning rain
The bud of a cigarette
Life’s toy awaiting its foretold death
A broken heart
Screams that reach no one
Summer nights and winters kiss
Tossed garbage
Burning Sticks
Anger behind a balled fist
The evolution of emptiness
Puppet of sadness
Orb of madness
Footsteps of calamity
The...
Empty smiles to the priest
A breathing form of insanity
Druggie and part-time hopeless dreamer
Sunday morning rain
The bud of a cigarette
Life’s toy awaiting its foretold death
A broken heart
Screams that reach no one
Summer nights and winters kiss
Tossed garbage
Burning Sticks
Anger behind a balled fist
The evolution of emptiness
Puppet of sadness
Orb of madness
Footsteps of calamity
The...
1049 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2011 5:49am
16th Nov 2011 5:49am
Nothing left to me
Reflection in the mirror
Making the known clearer
Dark Circles from lack of sleep
Empty eyes allowing all to see
There is nothing left to me
I walk the street at night
Cigarette and light
Staring at the sky
Scenery sparking memories
Tears fall to no end
No one can fix this broken man
Never will I hope again
This sadness has no end
Now that happiness is dead
Lost in thought I grow deaf
Smiles lost in the mess
What’s the point of living
When nothings left…?
There isn’t…there just isn’t
Making the known clearer
Dark Circles from lack of sleep
Empty eyes allowing all to see
There is nothing left to me
I walk the street at night
Cigarette and light
Staring at the sky
Scenery sparking memories
Tears fall to no end
No one can fix this broken man
Never will I hope again
This sadness has no end
Now that happiness is dead
Lost in thought I grow deaf
Smiles lost in the mess
What’s the point of living
When nothings left…?
There isn’t…there just isn’t
1282 reads
13 Comments
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