Submissions by Raindog
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a troubled person who writes about troubling subjects and it seems to make me feel better when I do so , so thanks for your support .
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 6:35am
7th Jul 2013 6:35am
Waiting
I work for the man that doesn't have to work .
Who drives and divides grams too the smallest fractions.
He don't care about me he leaves me sitting for ages.
I'm around the corner and two seconds he says .
I tell him a plethora of lies and false promises.
Just to get him to pull out the cure .
I one day will move on to the next world or the other .
It's a shame that the boy has been my brother .
There are a many of me and I move in bad taste .
I have dwelled in a many cold cellars .
To the attic I truly aspire .
I hope one day I can...
Who drives and divides grams too the smallest fractions.
He don't care about me he leaves me sitting for ages.
I'm around the corner and two seconds he says .
I tell him a plethora of lies and false promises.
Just to get him to pull out the cure .
I one day will move on to the next world or the other .
It's a shame that the boy has been my brother .
There are a many of me and I move in bad taste .
I have dwelled in a many cold cellars .
To the attic I truly aspire .
I hope one day I can...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2013 4:31am
4th Jul 2013 4:31am
Desolent
I will never find who I seek got no name down a empty street my head is banging and I walk to the beat .
My eyes are pointed to the dirt lost in a daze but my mind is alert got blood on my hands for what it was worth,sure seems I have been cursed since my first days of birth .
I Can't find a job cause my briefcase has been leaking ,full of rotten bills who's ghosts keepers come creeping and other strange objects yet you all call and keep insisting and give my arm a twisting.
I am in my walking coffin as death flows behind simply beg for blood and my alarm has been sleeping...
My eyes are pointed to the dirt lost in a daze but my mind is alert got blood on my hands for what it was worth,sure seems I have been cursed since my first days of birth .
I Can't find a job cause my briefcase has been leaking ,full of rotten bills who's ghosts keepers come creeping and other strange objects yet you all call and keep insisting and give my arm a twisting.
I am in my walking coffin as death flows behind simply beg for blood and my alarm has been sleeping...
816 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2013 4:28am
4th Jul 2013 4:28am
Lost
Look for me in the hurricane and find me in the whirlwind.
I have been creeping since early dawn , I hope to find you in your casket .
It seems the lamps have burned out and you can see the soft waining glow.
I have been missing for hours and no one knows where I may have gone.
I have been hiding in the shade of night looking for my faith
Forgive me should I lust for a different deity I haven't prayed in months cause nothing is wrong .
I wring my hands lost in deep Sorrow feeling the need to blackout as soon as possible , abusing the landing gear I plan on living my...
I have been creeping since early dawn , I hope to find you in your casket .
It seems the lamps have burned out and you can see the soft waining glow.
I have been missing for hours and no one knows where I may have gone.
I have been hiding in the shade of night looking for my faith
Forgive me should I lust for a different deity I haven't prayed in months cause nothing is wrong .
I wring my hands lost in deep Sorrow feeling the need to blackout as soon as possible , abusing the landing gear I plan on living my...
674 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 5:09am
3rd Jul 2013 5:09am
Carnival
Pick up sticks ,bags and tricks tired eyes and nervous ticks running cons and hitting licks .
Pass the hat and puke in a bucket ain't got no future so shoot it up and just say fuck it .
Look at all the blank stares look at the missing teeth and gray hairs it feels like I got flammable tears .
40s and stories add mad dog shit get gory look at Larry now they call him lory.
It's like I'm traped in a dead end street running around in circles chasing my tail and lying to everyone I meet .
Stepping over the cracks looking for the smack salvaging the world so I can get a new sack...
Pass the hat and puke in a bucket ain't got no future so shoot it up and just say fuck it .
Look at all the blank stares look at the missing teeth and gray hairs it feels like I got flammable tears .
40s and stories add mad dog shit get gory look at Larry now they call him lory.
It's like I'm traped in a dead end street running around in circles chasing my tail and lying to everyone I meet .
Stepping over the cracks looking for the smack salvaging the world so I can get a new sack...
588 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 4:53am
3rd Jul 2013 4:53am
Love
Goodbye to tomorrow and hello to yesterday.
If I should hide my eyes blind there should be nothing left to say.
The future hurts to much to feel it on my own .
Would you come with me to live beneath the stone.
See I have left my soul in the cellar and tryed my hand at life.
I can no longer do it on my own so now I have taken on a wife.
I am lost in the human woods in a world with little light .
I stagger down these lonesome roads and my hand is rather slight.
It troubles me badly to always sleep alone in a bed of constant unrest.
I got cold and Crome...
If I should hide my eyes blind there should be nothing left to say.
The future hurts to much to feel it on my own .
Would you come with me to live beneath the stone.
See I have left my soul in the cellar and tryed my hand at life.
I can no longer do it on my own so now I have taken on a wife.
I am lost in the human woods in a world with little light .
I stagger down these lonesome roads and my hand is rather slight.
It troubles me badly to always sleep alone in a bed of constant unrest.
I got cold and Crome...
720 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2013 11:37am
30th May 2013 11:37am
Unnamed
Elephants congregating in tropical saunas .
I'm off the deep end feeding carrots to the paronahas .
The holy ghost and Moses angrily shoot dice in a ally .
I sail a clipper ship through the driest of deaths valley .
The ice cream man and the fortune teller gave all to lend.
I'm in the beginning of a short story that will never end .
Abraham Lincoln and Carl Marx are one and the same.
I'm stuck in heaven still praying that one day it will rain.
It seems most the world is trapped in some kind of vice .
Wrap me in fine Sunday linen and season me with spice...
I'm off the deep end feeding carrots to the paronahas .
The holy ghost and Moses angrily shoot dice in a ally .
I sail a clipper ship through the driest of deaths valley .
The ice cream man and the fortune teller gave all to lend.
I'm in the beginning of a short story that will never end .
Abraham Lincoln and Carl Marx are one and the same.
I'm stuck in heaven still praying that one day it will rain.
It seems most the world is trapped in some kind of vice .
Wrap me in fine Sunday linen and season me with spice...
603 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th May 2013 8:08am
30th May 2013 8:08am
Rise
I am falling deeper and deeper .
The void yearns for my flesh .
Satan with a out stretched arm.
Beckons me closer.
Closer has been all the days of my life .
Flailing into the dark narcotic night .
Closer I lean to listen .
Closer it whispers .
The darkest calls.
As I grow older the end draws near .
All the tears make a puddle flat .
I question the powers to be .
What is it to posses me .
I ask Who animates my flesh .
When will this all end ?
Am I blind to the pressing light?
Have I sold my soul?
Have I tainted the fabric...
The void yearns for my flesh .
Satan with a out stretched arm.
Beckons me closer.
Closer has been all the days of my life .
Flailing into the dark narcotic night .
Closer I lean to listen .
Closer it whispers .
The darkest calls.
As I grow older the end draws near .
All the tears make a puddle flat .
I question the powers to be .
What is it to posses me .
I ask Who animates my flesh .
When will this all end ?
Am I blind to the pressing light?
Have I sold my soul?
Have I tainted the fabric...
739 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2013 2:39am
26th Apr 2013 2:39am
True will
Shedding the last leaf of common sense .
In the troubled roots of my vanity .
I once again lay you out on my table .
I have a trove of spent stock .
Enough times to have permanently dented my soul .
God is scared to intervene in my life .
Jesus watches with a blank stare.
My love drips down my arm .
I'm no longer who you used to be .
One day you may find me splattered against the wall.
Sugar and spikes and spinning collared lights .
No longer a slave to guilt .
No more can I cramp my words.
How I love the resioned gum. ...
In the troubled roots of my vanity .
I once again lay you out on my table .
I have a trove of spent stock .
Enough times to have permanently dented my soul .
God is scared to intervene in my life .
Jesus watches with a blank stare.
My love drips down my arm .
I'm no longer who you used to be .
One day you may find me splattered against the wall.
Sugar and spikes and spinning collared lights .
No longer a slave to guilt .
No more can I cramp my words.
How I love the resioned gum. ...
844 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 5:51am
11th Jan 2013 5:51am
The message
I'm working all the angles , I want to get through to you ,if only for a second. I'm serious now hope is forlorn,please don't second guess it .
I tried to tell you this is all for someone else , you don't have to sit in my seat to see the cards I was dealt.
Turn you head ,there's really nothing to see hear,anyway you can still do your best .
Do you think that living like me is worth a slug in your chest,you think scars keep a girl inpressed.
I know this looks interesting, it is . It's the only thing that keeps my attention.
But I'm sick of looking over both shoulders and...
I tried to tell you this is all for someone else , you don't have to sit in my seat to see the cards I was dealt.
Turn you head ,there's really nothing to see hear,anyway you can still do your best .
Do you think that living like me is worth a slug in your chest,you think scars keep a girl inpressed.
I know this looks interesting, it is . It's the only thing that keeps my attention.
But I'm sick of looking over both shoulders and...
907 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 4:57am
2nd Jan 2013 4:57am
Old age
This world will rip you apart,not a one it will spare .
Imagine fighting back with a cane and gray hair .
Why can't death just let us alone to drink beer.
Would it shock you to find out there's no one up there.
Can I live out the rest of my life and not care .
Why cant my 401k make completion fair .
Why Can't death die and all of us be spared.
When will my eyes cry its last tear.
I don't want to go out grinding in first gear.
I just want to be happy when I leave this sphere .
I know we will all die and I have made that clear.
When I go with my cane...
Imagine fighting back with a cane and gray hair .
Why can't death just let us alone to drink beer.
Would it shock you to find out there's no one up there.
Can I live out the rest of my life and not care .
Why cant my 401k make completion fair .
Why Can't death die and all of us be spared.
When will my eyes cry its last tear.
I don't want to go out grinding in first gear.
I just want to be happy when I leave this sphere .
I know we will all die and I have made that clear.
When I go with my cane...
756 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 4:17am
2nd Jan 2013 4:17am
Resolutions
This year I made some resolutions .
I'm gunna stop taking drugs and take up prostitution .
I will stop littering and work on pollution .
I Will quit my evil ways and start a violent revolution.
I'm not gunna be homeless I'm gunna live In a institution.
I am gunna stop lying and push for execution.
I won't hurt people but I will strive for persecution .
I will learn to love god but I will study evolution.
I not going to be a purest I'll turn to full dilution .
I'll be more positive but I will see to a negative solution .
It's gunna be another bad year...
I'm gunna stop taking drugs and take up prostitution .
I will stop littering and work on pollution .
I Will quit my evil ways and start a violent revolution.
I'm not gunna be homeless I'm gunna live In a institution.
I am gunna stop lying and push for execution.
I won't hurt people but I will strive for persecution .
I will learn to love god but I will study evolution.
I not going to be a purest I'll turn to full dilution .
I'll be more positive but I will see to a negative solution .
It's gunna be another bad year...
592 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 3:07pm
30th Dec 2012 3:07pm
Gloom
One day I may make get out alive ,
Held down in the temples of gloom.
In the ever loving arms of shiva ,
Slipping down the walls of a shining spoon .
Lounging on top a big ball of cotton ,
Low tea at high noon .
The bells are ringing loudly ,
I hope anyone will come soon .
Some will die in due time ,
I will shoot the moon.
You will become someone you are not ,
I will still be a bloody goon.
They say I will fall and lose my mind,
By the fruits of the street ballon .
Dismantle my whole life piece by piece,
Every moment of my...
Held down in the temples of gloom.
In the ever loving arms of shiva ,
Slipping down the walls of a shining spoon .
Lounging on top a big ball of cotton ,
Low tea at high noon .
The bells are ringing loudly ,
I hope anyone will come soon .
Some will die in due time ,
I will shoot the moon.
You will become someone you are not ,
I will still be a bloody goon.
They say I will fall and lose my mind,
By the fruits of the street ballon .
Dismantle my whole life piece by piece,
Every moment of my...
729 reads
4 Comments
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