Submissions by Rocky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I do what I do and I do it because this world needs me to.
DO YOU FEEL?
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HIS HYPNOTIC
His eyes, they are so hypnotic.
His eyes, they are
sexy,
bold,
and psychotic.
His eyes are sad, but they hold so much rage.
His eyes, they keep me writing page after page.
If looks could kill, then I am already dead because the way he makes me feel, oh I know, I just know that these feelings I' feeling are real.
Either that or I am hypnotized....
I am forever hypnotized in his eyes.
Bipolar?
Maybe this guy is just a little on the crazy side as am I.
I don't care because I get lost inside of the pollywogs of his pupils.
His eyes, they are so...
His eyes, they are
sexy,
bold,
and psychotic.
His eyes are sad, but they hold so much rage.
His eyes, they keep me writing page after page.
If looks could kill, then I am already dead because the way he makes me feel, oh I know, I just know that these feelings I' feeling are real.
Either that or I am hypnotized....
I am forever hypnotized in his eyes.
Bipolar?
Maybe this guy is just a little on the crazy side as am I.
I don't care because I get lost inside of the pollywogs of his pupils.
His eyes, they are so...
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KILLER/ ADDICTED
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SLITTING MY WRISTS
Thinking back about my teenage years;
every memory has some of my blood,
I was cut....
And I was scarred for life-
but it didn't matter, eventhough I tried.
I'd been slitting my wrists.
And I cried, as I watch the blood run from my veins....
and I cried, felt ways I can't explain-
I'd been slitting my wrists.
And I thought, then I thought some more;
thought about things that I never never knew, or were for sure
But of course....
now it all seems to make since-
I'd been slitting my wrists.
And I cried,
I've been wasting all of my...
every memory has some of my blood,
I was cut....
And I was scarred for life-
but it didn't matter, eventhough I tried.
I'd been slitting my wrists.
And I cried, as I watch the blood run from my veins....
and I cried, felt ways I can't explain-
I'd been slitting my wrists.
And I thought, then I thought some more;
thought about things that I never never knew, or were for sure
But of course....
now it all seems to make since-
I'd been slitting my wrists.
And I cried,
I've been wasting all of my...
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CARRY ME DADDY
Pick me up and carry me daddy;
take me with you far, far away, the way that you used to when I was just a little girl.
Never drop me daddy; carry me on your shulders, high and safe and kept away from anything that could ever hurt me, Just don't let the doggies bite my toes.
Take me with you daddy, carry me with you wherever it is that you go.
I can remember when you used to call me baby-cakes, oh call me that once again...
I miss when we were once so close, I just never thought that those days would ever end.
I never thought the day would come where we would be where...
take me with you far, far away, the way that you used to when I was just a little girl.
Never drop me daddy; carry me on your shulders, high and safe and kept away from anything that could ever hurt me, Just don't let the doggies bite my toes.
Take me with you daddy, carry me with you wherever it is that you go.
I can remember when you used to call me baby-cakes, oh call me that once again...
I miss when we were once so close, I just never thought that those days would ever end.
I never thought the day would come where we would be where...
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ACID
She had her dreams,
she had her goals,
but that all changed at just sixteen years old....
It all started out with just a drink, and then it moved up to only a toke; and here she is now at twenty-one years of age and looks more like she could be thirty-four.
One baby and another on the way;
probably gonna be a crack baby and crazy someday.
She continues to toke, and she continues to shoot;
she is in love with her boyfriend who kicks her with his boot.
He puts her in her place like a bag of trash;
Her face would always meet with his fist in a smash....
she had her goals,
but that all changed at just sixteen years old....
It all started out with just a drink, and then it moved up to only a toke; and here she is now at twenty-one years of age and looks more like she could be thirty-four.
One baby and another on the way;
probably gonna be a crack baby and crazy someday.
She continues to toke, and she continues to shoot;
she is in love with her boyfriend who kicks her with his boot.
He puts her in her place like a bag of trash;
Her face would always meet with his fist in a smash....
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MY PEN OF BLOOD
When I write....
It is as though my blood runs from my veins and through my pen.
It's like it actually Runs my pain and emotions out of me and places it into what I am writing.
My pen of blood and sorrow can take my pain and sorrow and put it into my character that I have brought to life with a heart filled with hate and regrets; my laughter and my cries and just all of my emotions in general.
I can give it all to her and she can tell my story for me.
My thoughts that I think and never speak of;
My ideas that I have and no one else wants to hear about. ...
It is as though my blood runs from my veins and through my pen.
It's like it actually Runs my pain and emotions out of me and places it into what I am writing.
My pen of blood and sorrow can take my pain and sorrow and put it into my character that I have brought to life with a heart filled with hate and regrets; my laughter and my cries and just all of my emotions in general.
I can give it all to her and she can tell my story for me.
My thoughts that I think and never speak of;
My ideas that I have and no one else wants to hear about. ...
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THIS CANCER KILLS
This cancer....
This cancer inside, is what else can I say?.... Other than,
this cancer is my demon.
This cancer....
It grows,
and it lingers,
and it lives....
It's living inside, only to see the day when it takes away the only one that I even have anymore.
The only one who at the very most of my days I can honestly say that she is the only reason that I live at all anymore.
My mother is the only reason I even stick around on this pathetic planet anymore because she needs me, and this cancer it's killing....
it's killing me. ...
This cancer inside, is what else can I say?.... Other than,
this cancer is my demon.
This cancer....
It grows,
and it lingers,
and it lives....
It's living inside, only to see the day when it takes away the only one that I even have anymore.
The only one who at the very most of my days I can honestly say that she is the only reason that I live at all anymore.
My mother is the only reason I even stick around on this pathetic planet anymore because she needs me, and this cancer it's killing....
it's killing me. ...
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Dark Walls
Where will I go when there is no one there to follow?
What do I do when there is no one there to take my hand?
When the only thing I really have for certain in this life is loneliness;
When the only one out there willing to listen to what I have to say, is the girl who stands behind the mirror in front of my face.
When shadows spread across my walls;
And it seems that darkness starts to fall...
That's when I feel so insecure.
That's when I'm stuck beneath this weight and all locks are blocked so that I can never leave, and I am lost inside of me.
I ask myself...
What do I do when there is no one there to take my hand?
When the only thing I really have for certain in this life is loneliness;
When the only one out there willing to listen to what I have to say, is the girl who stands behind the mirror in front of my face.
When shadows spread across my walls;
And it seems that darkness starts to fall...
That's when I feel so insecure.
That's when I'm stuck beneath this weight and all locks are blocked so that I can never leave, and I am lost inside of me.
I ask myself...
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