Submissions by ScottSF21
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2012 11:44pm
21st Apr 2012 11:44pm
Ah'm oot ma heid they telt me
Ah'm oot ma heid they telt me
wisnae fit tae gaun aboot
some said ah shouldnae been let oot.
"whit's wrang wi your face"
ah looked doon.
the boass wisnae much better.
"stoap worryin.Jist smile".
eftir a week e hinkin e chuckin masel aff the work roof
ah kent a hud tae pack in.
Iz a smiled appreciately at the woman in the job centre
she shoot back " ye dinnae look troubled it aw tae me".
Ah really wish ah could say it ended weill.
Ah wis troubled.Ah kent it
the doktors kent it.
bit fer some...
wisnae fit tae gaun aboot
some said ah shouldnae been let oot.
"whit's wrang wi your face"
ah looked doon.
the boass wisnae much better.
"stoap worryin.Jist smile".
eftir a week e hinkin e chuckin masel aff the work roof
ah kent a hud tae pack in.
Iz a smiled appreciately at the woman in the job centre
she shoot back " ye dinnae look troubled it aw tae me".
Ah really wish ah could say it ended weill.
Ah wis troubled.Ah kent it
the doktors kent it.
bit fer some...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2012 8:53pm
21st Apr 2012 8:53pm
.Safety valve
Where's the safety valve
need to let pressure off
voice is swallowed by eternit
it's running awa
I can no longer think what to
vocal chords broke
heart unravelle
shows ove
pallid sk
diction burn
it's fiction
a y
?
need to let pressure off
voice is swallowed by eternit
it's running awa
I can no longer think what to
vocal chords broke
heart unravelle
shows ove
pallid sk
diction burn
it's fiction
a y
?
650 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2012 12:19pm
21st Apr 2012 12:19pm
Tae the gurl in the bar.
Ma eye speirs tae absorb yer gentle form
which hus carried awa ma emotions in a storm.
Bonnie sonsie wee lassie whae works it the bar
,gif ye gie ane chance
ah'll see tae it ye ken a foon'ain e happiness
- gif ye daur.
Yer mind is shairly aquaintit
wi the clamjamfrie e false promise an malevolent intentit.
bit ma sweet lassie ,aften ah'm testit an never foond fer wantin',
Sincerely aw a confess wi ma screivin is yer beauty iz gey hauntin'.
Sae in no desirin tae pockle aw yer oours
aw ah'd ask fer wis sma...
which hus carried awa ma emotions in a storm.
Bonnie sonsie wee lassie whae works it the bar
,gif ye gie ane chance
ah'll see tae it ye ken a foon'ain e happiness
- gif ye daur.
Yer mind is shairly aquaintit
wi the clamjamfrie e false promise an malevolent intentit.
bit ma sweet lassie ,aften ah'm testit an never foond fer wantin',
Sincerely aw a confess wi ma screivin is yer beauty iz gey hauntin'.
Sae in no desirin tae pockle aw yer oours
aw ah'd ask fer wis sma...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 1:23am
20th Apr 2012 1:23am
The Rowan Tree.
Auld lang syne
ye wir as close as the hertbeat e mine.
you and me
we are bit twa twigs oan a burn
floatin awa tae the great oceans churn.
we met as we did faw fae the tree
alane, we foond thegither, we wir strong
-an honest remedie.
ye wir nivir far fae me.
bit then aw gaes dreich
an fae thaire the scene wen' bleich.
fer the rains stairt tae faw fae the lift
an ah became loast in the wa'er, gey adrift.
Ma drookit sel poued me doon
ma ainly thocht wis ,ayont aw this ah'd see ye soon.
...
ye wir as close as the hertbeat e mine.
you and me
we are bit twa twigs oan a burn
floatin awa tae the great oceans churn.
we met as we did faw fae the tree
alane, we foond thegither, we wir strong
-an honest remedie.
ye wir nivir far fae me.
bit then aw gaes dreich
an fae thaire the scene wen' bleich.
fer the rains stairt tae faw fae the lift
an ah became loast in the wa'er, gey adrift.
Ma drookit sel poued me doon
ma ainly thocht wis ,ayont aw this ah'd see ye soon.
...
813 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Apr 2012 2:05pm
18th Apr 2012 2:05pm
Poetry will never die,just evolve.
It always amazes me.Just when I'm feeling like poetry has become cliche,tired and irrelevant, someone comes along to show possibilities and new directions in the art.There's so many uses and possibilites that it will never be exhausted even if at times it will feel difficult to find somewhere new to take it.
In other news,my poems which seem to generate most interest are on sex,love and unhappiness.
In other news,my poems which seem to generate most interest are on sex,love and unhappiness.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 1:29am
18th Apr 2012 1:29am
Trying to meet someone.
The dialogue cannae begin
ah cannae even hope tae win
the dice is loaded agin
coming up tae speak tae you
ye think ah huv somehin tae prove
bit ah will assure
ah jist want time e your
ah wanna hear yer thoughts oan yer tongue
hear yer hearts passions and souls memories sung
...Bit ye didnae let me.
So noo ah'll drink it aw up
tak a piss and go hame in a bit.
ah cannae even hope tae win
the dice is loaded agin
coming up tae speak tae you
ye think ah huv somehin tae prove
bit ah will assure
ah jist want time e your
ah wanna hear yer thoughts oan yer tongue
hear yer hearts passions and souls memories sung
...Bit ye didnae let me.
So noo ah'll drink it aw up
tak a piss and go hame in a bit.
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 3:14pm
17th Apr 2012 3:14pm
Ye've moved oan fae me
Ye've moved oan fae me
ah suppose ah should think it guid tae see
understan some hings urnae meant tae be
an some truths are gey uglee.
thirs advantages tae bein single nae doot
gittin in yer bed an spreading oot
bit its fair hard tae cover the saire wi a cloot
transmogrify the situation tae git swan fae the newt.
Ah've met ither girls far an since
yit ah'm still screivin this
-ma heid must be fu e mince.
ithers nice bit wioot yer giffgaff
wha kin make me beamer ,bit no laugh.
Ken it's a hard joab findin...
ah suppose ah should think it guid tae see
understan some hings urnae meant tae be
an some truths are gey uglee.
thirs advantages tae bein single nae doot
gittin in yer bed an spreading oot
bit its fair hard tae cover the saire wi a cloot
transmogrify the situation tae git swan fae the newt.
Ah've met ither girls far an since
yit ah'm still screivin this
-ma heid must be fu e mince.
ithers nice bit wioot yer giffgaff
wha kin make me beamer ,bit no laugh.
Ken it's a hard joab findin...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 3:08pm
17th Apr 2012 3:08pm
When My muse comes to me.
There was I
incomplete, a shadow, a glass half empty.
my muse appeared naked and wild unexpectedly.
Red hot with lust,she enticed and entranced me.
Suggestive glances drew my playful tender touch.
She danced and dazzled to the pulse of my desire.
she sucked the surge of my seconds,
I stroked and aroused her elements.
We didn't know what we were doing,
just experimenting with the moment.
Together we were entangled and embraced.Fused.
A lifting,a soaring,wholesome.Undivided.
I ejaculated expression.Orgasmic release.
The sounds of myself became...
incomplete, a shadow, a glass half empty.
my muse appeared naked and wild unexpectedly.
Red hot with lust,she enticed and entranced me.
Suggestive glances drew my playful tender touch.
She danced and dazzled to the pulse of my desire.
she sucked the surge of my seconds,
I stroked and aroused her elements.
We didn't know what we were doing,
just experimenting with the moment.
Together we were entangled and embraced.Fused.
A lifting,a soaring,wholesome.Undivided.
I ejaculated expression.Orgasmic release.
The sounds of myself became...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 12:39pm
16th Apr 2012 12:39pm
My muse has left me
Inspired by Rimbaud and baudelaire.
***
My muse has left me.
Alone,aroused and unfulfilled.
The embers of Promethean idea remain aglow.
My wrist is frustrated
with empty passion.
The brooding of unfertilised spermazoa-
potentiate and stagnate.
creation impatiently girds in my loins .
Expectations of intercourse with my muse
consume me like the worms on moist soil of dead husks
drying out and eviscerating from inside.
Listless self absorbed misery
sickly and withered
Amputated from life.
The vacuous escape of self...
#lust
#myself
#frustration #ArthurRimbaud
#frustration #ArthurRimbaud
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 12:22pm
16th Apr 2012 12:22pm
The Untimely death of Sorrow.
Don't believe everything you're told
I killed her.
Pushed from the bridge to a watery burial beneath
-She was Sorrow.
The owl in the forest is mocking me.
The cat on the stairs takes delicious delight in my plight, in knowing what I did.
I fight a knife fight with Regret.
It's red ooze signals victory.
I have triumped over Sorrow.
Alas the friends of Sorrow misunderstood.
Newspapers told of a body pulled from the river.
I toasted to the last we'd see of her
while black car procession took to the streets.
How they ridicule me!...
I killed her.
Pushed from the bridge to a watery burial beneath
-She was Sorrow.
The owl in the forest is mocking me.
The cat on the stairs takes delicious delight in my plight, in knowing what I did.
I fight a knife fight with Regret.
It's red ooze signals victory.
I have triumped over Sorrow.
Alas the friends of Sorrow misunderstood.
Newspapers told of a body pulled from the river.
I toasted to the last we'd see of her
while black car procession took to the streets.
How they ridicule me!...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 2:03am
16th Apr 2012 2:03am
#=#
maleficience
shaking shivering like a resurrection corpse
a decaying willow tree
climb the spiral staircase
torn dress slipped out
sucking naively the breast of idealism
golden glint mythical ship
what does it all mean
ushering to the aborted promises
sandwhiched into salmonella
the seven heads feeding
trying to return prematurely to the wombed catacombs
despondency mortal
wish to fly
throwning self from bridges
riverbed skeletal mass
cardboard triumphs
soiled by the secretions of seraphim sycophants
you smell bad...
shaking shivering like a resurrection corpse
a decaying willow tree
climb the spiral staircase
torn dress slipped out
sucking naively the breast of idealism
golden glint mythical ship
what does it all mean
ushering to the aborted promises
sandwhiched into salmonella
the seven heads feeding
trying to return prematurely to the wombed catacombs
despondency mortal
wish to fly
throwning self from bridges
riverbed skeletal mass
cardboard triumphs
soiled by the secretions of seraphim sycophants
you smell bad...
594 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Apr 2012 2:36pm
14th Apr 2012 2:36pm
The world in which I live.
I used to think it was necessary to figure the world out and as a small niche of that,my life.Worse still,I believed it was possible given enough thought .I then went through a stage of believing I had pretty much done both of those.Subsequently following that,I went through a heavy period of disillusionment both with thinking I had figured out my life and the world.I realized the answers to questions in society were false or only partial ones and would require vastly more experience,thought and learning to even approach.In my life I trimmed down the tree of my expectations and...
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