Submissions by Scenario (MC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
One more junkie in the fast lane to hell. I'll write you when I get there.
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2017 2:53pm
17th Jul 2017 2:53pm
Sleepy
Sunrise
Drip dried
Horizon blended
Rip tide
Follow me down
Chained to the sound
Wading through the rhythm
We stand at the gates of our own private prisons
Love in the middle of the afternoon
Just here with a spark, all must breathe
Feel the warmth of the sun in the room
But I can't help my fears, and I've got nothin'
Choking on the stars
Drip dried
Horizon blended
Rip tide
Follow me down
Chained to the sound
Wading through the rhythm
We stand at the gates of our own private prisons
Love in the middle of the afternoon
Just here with a spark, all must breathe
Feel the warmth of the sun in the room
But I can't help my fears, and I've got nothin'
Choking on the stars
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2017 3:01am
5th Jul 2017 3:01am
Burnt Out
It's July 4th 2017 and I am at home
The last time I was home on the 4th of July was 6 years ago
And I'm not home because I wasn't invited to any parties, no
I'm home because I just didn't feel like going out
I'm not depressed, nor am I anxious
Not necessarily tired either
I feel okay
I just woke up around 7 a.m., got ready for 8:30, got to the store by 9 and left by 10:30
Back at the house around 11 to put groceries away and then water my plants at noon
Decided to practice some new music on my mandolin and guitars until 4 in the evening ...
The last time I was home on the 4th of July was 6 years ago
And I'm not home because I wasn't invited to any parties, no
I'm home because I just didn't feel like going out
I'm not depressed, nor am I anxious
Not necessarily tired either
I feel okay
I just woke up around 7 a.m., got ready for 8:30, got to the store by 9 and left by 10:30
Back at the house around 11 to put groceries away and then water my plants at noon
Decided to practice some new music on my mandolin and guitars until 4 in the evening ...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 7:32am
2nd Jul 2017 7:32am
Road
Eight long months on the road.
This is what I get for going pro.
You reap what you sow.
How could you have known
that the thing you want most
is the thing that will ultimately destroy you?
Exhausted, I just want to sleep.
Too much to drink, slurred speech.
Transforming into an alcohol fueled monster after every show.
Lines off a mirror, ice cold snow.
Destroy your body to keep up with the pace.
Tab of acid, get me the hell out of this place.
Day tripping, high off my face.
Heart is skipping, pearly white gates.
This is what I get for going pro.
You reap what you sow.
How could you have known
that the thing you want most
is the thing that will ultimately destroy you?
Exhausted, I just want to sleep.
Too much to drink, slurred speech.
Transforming into an alcohol fueled monster after every show.
Lines off a mirror, ice cold snow.
Destroy your body to keep up with the pace.
Tab of acid, get me the hell out of this place.
Day tripping, high off my face.
Heart is skipping, pearly white gates.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 6:24am
2nd Jul 2017 6:24am
Echoes
Touch the sun
Dripping red and gold
Held under
Drowning in a sea of milk and honey
Ripping stars from my eyes
Pulling diamonds from my mouth trying to stop the pain
Black blood in my veins
Cutting through rooms
Old man's glass eye
Walk with me to the edge
Praying to a neon god who is far too cruel
Skin rips and tears
Skies of burning red
I feel it in my chest
Taking air into the hollow space within me
Fingertips iced over
Screaming
Am I in too deep?
Dripping red and gold
Held under
Drowning in a sea of milk and honey
Ripping stars from my eyes
Pulling diamonds from my mouth trying to stop the pain
Black blood in my veins
Cutting through rooms
Old man's glass eye
Walk with me to the edge
Praying to a neon god who is far too cruel
Skin rips and tears
Skies of burning red
I feel it in my chest
Taking air into the hollow space within me
Fingertips iced over
Screaming
Am I in too deep?
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jun 2017 6:54am
30th Jun 2017 6:54am
Melting
With my hands bound above my head
She took my panties off
Running her tongue along my chest and stomach
My heart beats faster
I tremble at her touch
Goosebumps cover me
Her lips and tongue grace my clit
My body responds
I stiffen
My heart beats harder
I hold my breathe
She moves back up my body
I'm so close but I'm trying to hold back
I tell myself I don't deserve this
She unbinds my wrists
Before I can even think
She whispers in my ear
"I love you so much, it's okay to feel pleasure"
Delivering...
She took my panties off
Running her tongue along my chest and stomach
My heart beats faster
I tremble at her touch
Goosebumps cover me
Her lips and tongue grace my clit
My body responds
I stiffen
My heart beats harder
I hold my breathe
She moves back up my body
I'm so close but I'm trying to hold back
I tell myself I don't deserve this
She unbinds my wrists
Before I can even think
She whispers in my ear
"I love you so much, it's okay to feel pleasure"
Delivering...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2017 4:48pm
18th Jun 2017 4:48pm
The Yellow Line
Train approaching, please remain behind yellow line"
I'm sitting with my friends on a green, metal bench
Not even 10 feet away from the track
My bags are in my car at the hotel still
I've only got my wallet and keys
"Train approaching, please remain behind yellow line"
There's nothing between us
Just a small step to help people onto the rest of the platform
I feel the ground shake slightly below me
"Train approaching, please remain behind yellow line"
It's fathers day
I've known since I woke up
I made it a...
I'm sitting with my friends on a green, metal bench
Not even 10 feet away from the track
My bags are in my car at the hotel still
I've only got my wallet and keys
"Train approaching, please remain behind yellow line"
There's nothing between us
Just a small step to help people onto the rest of the platform
I feel the ground shake slightly below me
"Train approaching, please remain behind yellow line"
It's fathers day
I've known since I woke up
I made it a...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2017 7:44am
17th Jun 2017 7:44am
Stable Chaos
We jumped the fence,
Carefully explored the old place.
Every wall was coated with mold,
Every ceiling had asbestos.
Each room was evidence of a time since forgotten.
It was pitch black.
Where there was no mold there was graffiti.
Wires hung down from the ceiling.
It gets cold when there's 20 feet of concrete between you and the sun.
There were huge cracks in the walls,
Bullet holes, too.
The doors were all rusted metal.
Concrete ceilings crumbled above our heads if we spoke too loud.
We wrote our names in...
Carefully explored the old place.
Every wall was coated with mold,
Every ceiling had asbestos.
Each room was evidence of a time since forgotten.
It was pitch black.
Where there was no mold there was graffiti.
Wires hung down from the ceiling.
It gets cold when there's 20 feet of concrete between you and the sun.
There were huge cracks in the walls,
Bullet holes, too.
The doors were all rusted metal.
Concrete ceilings crumbled above our heads if we spoke too loud.
We wrote our names in...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2017 6:34pm
16th May 2017 6:34pm
Long & Lost
Last year on June 8th I accidentally overdosed.
It was a horrible feeling.
By the time everything was in my system, it was around midnight.
I was soaking wet and cold, walking through the woods to get back to my car.
We had just seen Florence + The Machine play, OMAM opening for them.
I couldn't feel my body at all, didn't know how I was walking or standing.
Everything was in slow motion.
My friends would try and talk to me but it sounded like they were miles away.
I had to have my friend Ty drive back to the hotel because I was shaking.
...
It was a horrible feeling.
By the time everything was in my system, it was around midnight.
I was soaking wet and cold, walking through the woods to get back to my car.
We had just seen Florence + The Machine play, OMAM opening for them.
I couldn't feel my body at all, didn't know how I was walking or standing.
Everything was in slow motion.
My friends would try and talk to me but it sounded like they were miles away.
I had to have my friend Ty drive back to the hotel because I was shaking.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2017 5:56am
15th May 2017 5:56am
Diesel
I literally have 0 reason to live.
There is absolutely no reason I should exist.
I serve no purpose in society or the world.
My parents are caught in their own drama.
Mom admitted recently that had she known I was going to be this miserable,
she'd have aborted me.
Which, really, would be a win-win situation.
Dad's got a new whore.
I come home everyday, go into my bedroom and do one of the following:
sleep
drink
play video games
listen to music
cry
take handful after handful of painkillers
I don't eat...
There is absolutely no reason I should exist.
I serve no purpose in society or the world.
My parents are caught in their own drama.
Mom admitted recently that had she known I was going to be this miserable,
she'd have aborted me.
Which, really, would be a win-win situation.
Dad's got a new whore.
I come home everyday, go into my bedroom and do one of the following:
sleep
drink
play video games
listen to music
cry
take handful after handful of painkillers
I don't eat...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2017 5:21am
15th May 2017 5:21am
Sweet Nothing
I had that dream again,
the one that I've been having since June 8th last year.
It's the same thing every single time.
It's strange that I've yet to grow tired of it.
Stranger that it keeps returning night after night.
I'm how I want to be,
who I want to be.
I'm on stage at the Xfinity Center in Mansfield, Mass.
I can breathe and I can move and I can smile.
I can feel my heart beat in my chest.
My skin is warm again and I am alive.
Finally free.
And then I wake up.
Chains dragging behind me as I walk from my bed to...
the one that I've been having since June 8th last year.
It's the same thing every single time.
It's strange that I've yet to grow tired of it.
Stranger that it keeps returning night after night.
I'm how I want to be,
who I want to be.
I'm on stage at the Xfinity Center in Mansfield, Mass.
I can breathe and I can move and I can smile.
I can feel my heart beat in my chest.
My skin is warm again and I am alive.
Finally free.
And then I wake up.
Chains dragging behind me as I walk from my bed to...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2016 9:37am
29th Dec 2016 9:37am
Guise
I'm so scared
Thought that I was over it, normal again
Turns out I'm just back at square one
Found a good human a few months ago
I'm terrified
Last time I tried to be a real person with someone, they hurt me
It's so incredibly hard to trust anyone now
It's all so frightening
A war behind my eyes
I've taken some risks and they've been worth it
A few fleeting moments of excitement or joy or intrigue
But what if
Instinct says cut her off and leave
Remain cold and distant
Keep living like a machine and you'll never hurt again...
Thought that I was over it, normal again
Turns out I'm just back at square one
Found a good human a few months ago
I'm terrified
Last time I tried to be a real person with someone, they hurt me
It's so incredibly hard to trust anyone now
It's all so frightening
A war behind my eyes
I've taken some risks and they've been worth it
A few fleeting moments of excitement or joy or intrigue
But what if
Instinct says cut her off and leave
Remain cold and distant
Keep living like a machine and you'll never hurt again...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2016 10:54am
28th Nov 2016 10:54am
Grandma
I never said good bye.
I was a fool and thought I could get away with "See you later"
as they rushed you off to surgery.
I vowed to myself in the waiting room
that from then on out, it would be so different.
I would visit you every single day,
I would be honest about who I was,
I would always say I love you
and I would go to church again.
But when they called the code on the hospital loudspeaker,
I know something was wrong and my heart was growing weaker
with each passing minute not knowing if you were still here...
...
I was a fool and thought I could get away with "See you later"
as they rushed you off to surgery.
I vowed to myself in the waiting room
that from then on out, it would be so different.
I would visit you every single day,
I would be honest about who I was,
I would always say I love you
and I would go to church again.
But when they called the code on the hospital loudspeaker,
I know something was wrong and my heart was growing weaker
with each passing minute not knowing if you were still here...
...
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