Submissions by SEAN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 1:40pm
19th Jan 2013 1:40pm
makes no sense
hair of the dog and a laptop can be,
more dangerous than a crazed maniac
swinging around a huge hand cannon
in a packed out supermarket.
enter, boom
admiration, a deep respect for,
the young boy,knee high
trying so hard to throw rocks at the moon
maybe one day,he'll hit it
standard brick 230mm 110mm 75mm
used to be part of a dream home.
a beautiful humble terracotta
cottage on the skirts of the city.
now its became arms,a simply weapon
in the Birmingham riots.
makes no...
more dangerous than a crazed maniac
swinging around a huge hand cannon
in a packed out supermarket.
enter, boom
admiration, a deep respect for,
the young boy,knee high
trying so hard to throw rocks at the moon
maybe one day,he'll hit it
standard brick 230mm 110mm 75mm
used to be part of a dream home.
a beautiful humble terracotta
cottage on the skirts of the city.
now its became arms,a simply weapon
in the Birmingham riots.
makes no...
638 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 4:23am
11th Jan 2013 4:23am
our way
my lads have been chosen carefully,
fours my lucky number.
apart from their individual talents,
brains are required
also must have the right blood.
Irish English mix only
my mix
mongrel mix
best breed
BLINK
nice long deep sharp breath,its time.
we dont need to breach,but we will.
we need it,we must,our version of a fix.
as we cross the line of the smashed sliding doors,
our transformation has already begun.
not visual but somehow people can see it.
we are no longer loving sons and husbands,
and...
fours my lucky number.
apart from their individual talents,
brains are required
also must have the right blood.
Irish English mix only
my mix
mongrel mix
best breed
BLINK
nice long deep sharp breath,its time.
we dont need to breach,but we will.
we need it,we must,our version of a fix.
as we cross the line of the smashed sliding doors,
our transformation has already begun.
not visual but somehow people can see it.
we are no longer loving sons and husbands,
and...
660 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 00:08am
9th Jan 2013 00:08am
Bangkok
sitting at the street bar
relaxing with a cold bottle.
taking long deep pulls at
apple flavoured coals.
amazed and overwhelmed by
this alien land.
busy bees buzzing,never sleeps.
can not afford to sleep.
the unforeseen light show,
breathtaking.
watching asian goddesses,
who should be worshipped.
walking around advertising,
their fruits.
floating six inches in the air.
covered in beautiful war paints.
begging for attention,
and the guts of your wallet.
laughing at the taunts of the
planets...
relaxing with a cold bottle.
taking long deep pulls at
apple flavoured coals.
amazed and overwhelmed by
this alien land.
busy bees buzzing,never sleeps.
can not afford to sleep.
the unforeseen light show,
breathtaking.
watching asian goddesses,
who should be worshipped.
walking around advertising,
their fruits.
floating six inches in the air.
covered in beautiful war paints.
begging for attention,
and the guts of your wallet.
laughing at the taunts of the
planets...
1466 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 12:12pm
22nd Dec 2012 12:12pm
2014 my cannibalistic story
it had been two long dark years since the fire had hit.
2012
i think.
man i was so hungry,all out of resources,no good earth to grow.
felt as if somebody was repeatedly stabbing me in my stomach.
as if someone had filled me with broken glass,
and every step i took ripped my insides to shreds.
i began to look at the wife in a different sort of way.
even thou she looked anorexic,plenty of meat left on the old girl.
and dont forget plenty of marrow.tried to fight it,jesus, but the
hunger,the sickness,it won.
blurred axe...
2012
i think.
man i was so hungry,all out of resources,no good earth to grow.
felt as if somebody was repeatedly stabbing me in my stomach.
as if someone had filled me with broken glass,
and every step i took ripped my insides to shreds.
i began to look at the wife in a different sort of way.
even thou she looked anorexic,plenty of meat left on the old girl.
and dont forget plenty of marrow.tried to fight it,jesus, but the
hunger,the sickness,it won.
blurred axe...
848 reads
19 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 10:18am
19th Dec 2012 10:18am
dream
standing at the waters edge.
atmospheric thick with gold dust.
watching.
glowing magenta smoke trapped inside
silver transparent bubbles.
making gentle rhythmic movement
in the breeze.
each one disappearing into the safety
of the bright white fog.
which blankets the most beautiful
green lagoon these eyes have ever witnessed.
atmospheric thick with gold dust.
watching.
glowing magenta smoke trapped inside
silver transparent bubbles.
making gentle rhythmic movement
in the breeze.
each one disappearing into the safety
of the bright white fog.
which blankets the most beautiful
green lagoon these eyes have ever witnessed.
734 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 8:34am
13th Dec 2012 8:34am
off the medication again
i was rudely awoken the other morning,
by the feel of cold steel to my throat.
and small knees digging in my chest.
i opened my eyes to a vision of beauty.
my lady,mascara running down her beautiful face.
wearing an indian head dress.
I FOUND HER LOVE LETTERS YOU BASTARD as she
passes me a hand full unpaid electric bills.
then as she stormed off i do have a little chuckle
to myself,because she looks so cute
in my size twelve work boots.
by the feel of cold steel to my throat.
and small knees digging in my chest.
i opened my eyes to a vision of beauty.
my lady,mascara running down her beautiful face.
wearing an indian head dress.
I FOUND HER LOVE LETTERS YOU BASTARD as she
passes me a hand full unpaid electric bills.
then as she stormed off i do have a little chuckle
to myself,because she looks so cute
in my size twelve work boots.
755 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 9:53pm
5th Dec 2012 9:53pm
Cube
Your stuck in a concrete room
much like a cube.
No windows, no doors.
you need to escape.
So you think fuck it.
Start to claw at the walls.
Snot blood tears.
Days a hole.
Months a tunnel.
You never give up,keep clawing
even start to gnaw.
Concrete rebar concrete rebar
You keep going,torn to shreds.
Teeth worn down.You no longer
own finger tips just sharpened bone.
Your eye sights getting shitty.
How long has it been?
You keep clawing,keep digging.
Keep dragging your body along....
much like a cube.
No windows, no doors.
you need to escape.
So you think fuck it.
Start to claw at the walls.
Snot blood tears.
Days a hole.
Months a tunnel.
You never give up,keep clawing
even start to gnaw.
Concrete rebar concrete rebar
You keep going,torn to shreds.
Teeth worn down.You no longer
own finger tips just sharpened bone.
Your eye sights getting shitty.
How long has it been?
You keep clawing,keep digging.
Keep dragging your body along....
815 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 9:08pm
4th Dec 2012 9:08pm
The seed
You climbed inside my chest
and planted the seed of love
deep into my heart.
You watered it with sweet gentle kisses.
And now its grown,and branched so big.
Anyone would see it.
So when lifes candle comes to an end.
I do not fear now about offering my body
back to the soil.
I know even when we pass our souls
will dance together for eternity.
and planted the seed of love
deep into my heart.
You watered it with sweet gentle kisses.
And now its grown,and branched so big.
Anyone would see it.
So when lifes candle comes to an end.
I do not fear now about offering my body
back to the soil.
I know even when we pass our souls
will dance together for eternity.
808 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 5:28pm
29th Nov 2012 5:28pm
Time
Trust me you can walk fifty miles,
in a five ft by six ft room in just one night.
That beautiful view of a grey,
wet cloudy sky.Just over the five metre fence.
Two hundred and eighty eight nights,so far.
You would think one peaceful night,just one.
But no,thousands of voices,some near some far.
Screaming,Begging,Crying,Laughing,Praying.
All becomes a mumbled buzzing of noise.
You still got your comforts,one inch thick mat,
Bible,few pictures.
This can help you with a mental escape,
cause there aint no physical one.
...
in a five ft by six ft room in just one night.
That beautiful view of a grey,
wet cloudy sky.Just over the five metre fence.
Two hundred and eighty eight nights,so far.
You would think one peaceful night,just one.
But no,thousands of voices,some near some far.
Screaming,Begging,Crying,Laughing,Praying.
All becomes a mumbled buzzing of noise.
You still got your comforts,one inch thick mat,
Bible,few pictures.
This can help you with a mental escape,
cause there aint no physical one.
...
987 reads
7 Comments
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