Submissions by Rocky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I do what I do and I do it because this world needs me to.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 7:05pm
10th Sep 2012 7:05pm
MY SAFETY BLANKET
There must have been a time when I felt safe with you
There had to have been a time when feelings were warm between us.
I’d imagine there had to been one moment when you held me and had a smile on your face…
But those moments have passed. They are gone someplace else mother….
Maybe in the back of my mind,
Or maybe they just never existed at all.
But yet I’ve always known, I have always known that they had to be there someplace…
Or like you I try not to think of them at all anymore.
Maybe they are just so faded that the very thought of them would sadden me like...
There had to have been a time when feelings were warm between us.
I’d imagine there had to been one moment when you held me and had a smile on your face…
But those moments have passed. They are gone someplace else mother….
Maybe in the back of my mind,
Or maybe they just never existed at all.
But yet I’ve always known, I have always known that they had to be there someplace…
Or like you I try not to think of them at all anymore.
Maybe they are just so faded that the very thought of them would sadden me like...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 9:39pm
7th Sep 2012 9:39pm
THE GULLIBLE GIRL
The gullible girl is the girl who refuses to see what is standing right in front of her face.
The gullible girl is the girl who refuses to listen; the gullible girl is the girl who continues wishing that things are still going to change someday.
The gullible girl is the girl who still convinces herself that he really does love her, but she refuses to accept her oblivion to the idea that she will never be free unless she sneaks out in the darkest of night because he clutches the key, he clutches the key to her soul.
The gullible girl will not process the word control.
She...
The gullible girl is the girl who refuses to listen; the gullible girl is the girl who continues wishing that things are still going to change someday.
The gullible girl is the girl who still convinces herself that he really does love her, but she refuses to accept her oblivion to the idea that she will never be free unless she sneaks out in the darkest of night because he clutches the key, he clutches the key to her soul.
The gullible girl will not process the word control.
She...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 9:35pm
7th Sep 2012 9:35pm
YOU CAN ALL CALL ME ROCKY (TODAY)....
I’m going to fake this smile for all of you today, I’ll prove to you that nothing is hurting me. I’m going to prove to you that I am not a human being like you are all claiming to be. You can just call me Rocky because today I’ll be a rock for all of you.
You have all been shitting on me and I guess I’m the only one who’s really been seeing that here, but I know this to be a fact because as hard as it may be to believe, I happen to have feelings…
Yes, I have feelings too.
I feel all of you laughing at me and I know you are only trying to put me down, but I am not as gullible as I...
You have all been shitting on me and I guess I’m the only one who’s really been seeing that here, but I know this to be a fact because as hard as it may be to believe, I happen to have feelings…
Yes, I have feelings too.
I feel all of you laughing at me and I know you are only trying to put me down, but I am not as gullible as I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2012 9:00pm
5th Sep 2012 9:00pm
THERE IS NOBODY HOME
They left the key to the house for me on the kitchen table and I notice it today
I turn to my left before I turn to my right
No one in sight, no one in sight.
I could take this key and unlock the door, I could pack my bags I could leave today.
But I must stay, I must stay.
I must stay because they need me around,
I make a plan and they shoot it down,
They aren’t shooting me down today because they don’t believe in me no, they are shooting me down because they know that I might have a chance if only I would leave.
I can’t go, I can’t go because they have me tied...
I turn to my left before I turn to my right
No one in sight, no one in sight.
I could take this key and unlock the door, I could pack my bags I could leave today.
But I must stay, I must stay.
I must stay because they need me around,
I make a plan and they shoot it down,
They aren’t shooting me down today because they don’t believe in me no, they are shooting me down because they know that I might have a chance if only I would leave.
I can’t go, I can’t go because they have me tied...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 7:11pm
29th Aug 2012 7:11pm
THE ROAD OF BROKEN DREAMS
The restless children laugh and scream along the road of broken dreams;
The road that leads to unknown grounds is the same roads that will only take you to bar crossed bounds.
The restless children laugh and scream along the road of broken dreams;
The road the children do not know, is the same road that their lives will one day follow.
The road their minds cannot imagine is the same road that makes the worst of things happen.
The road that once you cross, you can never go back; but their innocent minds could never imagine that.
The restless children now laugh and...
The road that leads to unknown grounds is the same roads that will only take you to bar crossed bounds.
The restless children laugh and scream along the road of broken dreams;
The road the children do not know, is the same road that their lives will one day follow.
The road their minds cannot imagine is the same road that makes the worst of things happen.
The road that once you cross, you can never go back; but their innocent minds could never imagine that.
The restless children now laugh and...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 7:09pm
29th Aug 2012 7:09pm
THE EYES OF THE PAST
There’s something about the look in a child’s eyes that makes me look away;
I can see, I already know where one is coming from, through that certain look I have already picked up on what the little one is too frightened to say.
Too afraid to mention the things that you cannot understand, looking around for someone to trust, waiting on guidance, someone who might give a damn.
Needing the embrace of loving arms to comfort you, letting you know that all will end alright.
Dying for someone to care, wipe your tears, listen to your prayers of a night.
There aren’t many things in...
I can see, I already know where one is coming from, through that certain look I have already picked up on what the little one is too frightened to say.
Too afraid to mention the things that you cannot understand, looking around for someone to trust, waiting on guidance, someone who might give a damn.
Needing the embrace of loving arms to comfort you, letting you know that all will end alright.
Dying for someone to care, wipe your tears, listen to your prayers of a night.
There aren’t many things in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Aug 2012 8:00pm
24th Aug 2012 8:00pm
CIGARETTE LOVE
Oh the times that I wanted you so,
Oh the times I needed someplace to go.
Oh my love, you were the lighter to my cigarette and it burns,
Kiss was love, but sex would follow regret and it hurts..
Your seed now spreads like smoke within my womb,
To go on without you, I am lost with doom.
But there is no longer a sadness anymore because I have realized how very much I need you in my life bittersweet.
I miss having you around here, even when I remember the times you made me cry.
You made me cry, but its easy to forget that right now when I lay beneath you...
Oh the times I needed someplace to go.
Oh my love, you were the lighter to my cigarette and it burns,
Kiss was love, but sex would follow regret and it hurts..
Your seed now spreads like smoke within my womb,
To go on without you, I am lost with doom.
But there is no longer a sadness anymore because I have realized how very much I need you in my life bittersweet.
I miss having you around here, even when I remember the times you made me cry.
You made me cry, but its easy to forget that right now when I lay beneath you...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2012 6:42pm
22nd Aug 2012 6:42pm
FALLEN
There is no going back right now because I am dead from the inside out right now.
I am fallen because I am someone else right now, I am someone but I am no longer my old me.
Innocent years only bring me to tears;
These words are like a spell and now I fear that I am heading for hell because I am fallen, I am fallen; I am no longer my innocent self.
Marks on my flesh bound in sin and agony. “Somebody listen!” I cry.
“oh god save me!” but it’s no use, it’s no use because there is nobody listening.
I hung my halo on the wall to remind me of hopeful days, my innocent days...
I am fallen because I am someone else right now, I am someone but I am no longer my old me.
Innocent years only bring me to tears;
These words are like a spell and now I fear that I am heading for hell because I am fallen, I am fallen; I am no longer my innocent self.
Marks on my flesh bound in sin and agony. “Somebody listen!” I cry.
“oh god save me!” but it’s no use, it’s no use because there is nobody listening.
I hung my halo on the wall to remind me of hopeful days, my innocent days...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2012 6:40pm
22nd Aug 2012 6:40pm
WHAT THAT DAY WILL LEAVE ME WITH
I REMEMBER THAT DAY, I REMEMBER THE DAY THEY SAID SHE DIDN’T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT
I REMEMBER THE DAY SHE TOLD ME SHE DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TIME LEFT TO THINK ABOUT THE ONES THAT HAVE HURT HER SO BADLY IN LIFE
BUT HER THOUGHTS I KNEW, HER THOUGHTS WOULD BE THE ONLY THING SHE WOULD HAVE TO LIVE WITH
AND SHE WOULD BE LIVING WITH THESE THOUGHTS UNTIL THE DAY ARRIVED THAT SHE WOULD BE LEAVING.
SHE WOULD BE LEAVING US ALL BEHIND, AND I WOULD BE LEFT WITH THESE THOGUHTS THEY SCATTER LIKE BEADS DROPPED TO THE GROUND
MY DOUBT WAKENS, MY FAITH SHATTERS
IM LEFT WITH BEING LEFT LIKE...
I REMEMBER THE DAY SHE TOLD ME SHE DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TIME LEFT TO THINK ABOUT THE ONES THAT HAVE HURT HER SO BADLY IN LIFE
BUT HER THOUGHTS I KNEW, HER THOUGHTS WOULD BE THE ONLY THING SHE WOULD HAVE TO LIVE WITH
AND SHE WOULD BE LIVING WITH THESE THOUGHTS UNTIL THE DAY ARRIVED THAT SHE WOULD BE LEAVING.
SHE WOULD BE LEAVING US ALL BEHIND, AND I WOULD BE LEFT WITH THESE THOGUHTS THEY SCATTER LIKE BEADS DROPPED TO THE GROUND
MY DOUBT WAKENS, MY FAITH SHATTERS
IM LEFT WITH BEING LEFT LIKE...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 8:53pm
20th Aug 2012 8:53pm
WAKE UP SLEEPY JESUS
Wake up sleepy Jesus, I think I have something I need to say to you;
Will I ever see the day when I see you?
They say the end is coming, they say you’re coming around soon. Mothers says I’ll see you on judgment day, that day, the very thought ought I be afraid?
Shall I fear you? Can you hear me? I can’t you.
Wake up sleepy Jesus, your spirit still lingers, in what matters the most;
The father, the son, and the holy ghost.
Even after all of these years, your soul still live on and something tells me that it will yet for a while.
In your eyes, I already know that I...
Will I ever see the day when I see you?
They say the end is coming, they say you’re coming around soon. Mothers says I’ll see you on judgment day, that day, the very thought ought I be afraid?
Shall I fear you? Can you hear me? I can’t you.
Wake up sleepy Jesus, your spirit still lingers, in what matters the most;
The father, the son, and the holy ghost.
Even after all of these years, your soul still live on and something tells me that it will yet for a while.
In your eyes, I already know that I...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Aug 2012 8:54pm
13th Aug 2012 8:54pm
SEEING HER NOW AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME….
Is like watching myself changing within the time that I am given to view the way things are right now.
I guess that like a lot of other mortals, I’ve been breathing in a world that I don’t really understand.
Sometimes I’m feeling like I’ve turned every block in this planet, but today I turned a corner to a street of many names but its title known as Wall Street… because I think I heard an angel singing, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I turned the dark and gloomy alley way and found someplace new with different streets and fresh faces that I never knew existed before in my...
I guess that like a lot of other mortals, I’ve been breathing in a world that I don’t really understand.
Sometimes I’m feeling like I’ve turned every block in this planet, but today I turned a corner to a street of many names but its title known as Wall Street… because I think I heard an angel singing, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I turned the dark and gloomy alley way and found someplace new with different streets and fresh faces that I never knew existed before in my...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 8:32pm
3rd Aug 2012 8:32pm
THE HOARDER
The day when I open my eyes and see, will this day ever come to find me?
Is it possible to take these dreams and make them my own reality?
Is it possible to step in without being pushed aside and pushed around?
Will this day ever come for me?
Will they ever see me for who I know that I really am?
Push me aside as only being an object please….
Please just see me and accept me for the girl who I am on the inside.
Can you see it? I consist of so much more then the eye can see.
Please listen to me as I am capable of being so much more then the girl who you have...
Is it possible to take these dreams and make them my own reality?
Is it possible to step in without being pushed aside and pushed around?
Will this day ever come for me?
Will they ever see me for who I know that I really am?
Push me aside as only being an object please….
Please just see me and accept me for the girl who I am on the inside.
Can you see it? I consist of so much more then the eye can see.
Please listen to me as I am capable of being so much more then the girl who you have...
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