Submissions by ScottSF21
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 11:45pm
12th Apr 2012 11:45pm
She said how about tuesday.
Tsunami hits
no one seems to give two shits.
Rather dog on you for eccentricity
like they've never heard of Individuality
-Clearly not!
having to justify your ways
to alleged friends
like trying to take out a loan
and explaining your lifestory to a bank
Ginsberg is the defense of drugs
and heartlessness explains the world's lack of love.
grudges sat uneasy on my shoulders
so I shrug.
Ha, what a Samson- Delilah situation.We still playing those roles?
Writing with a desperate parsing.
problems pass poems from the unpeturbed waters of...
no one seems to give two shits.
Rather dog on you for eccentricity
like they've never heard of Individuality
-Clearly not!
having to justify your ways
to alleged friends
like trying to take out a loan
and explaining your lifestory to a bank
Ginsberg is the defense of drugs
and heartlessness explains the world's lack of love.
grudges sat uneasy on my shoulders
so I shrug.
Ha, what a Samson- Delilah situation.We still playing those roles?
Writing with a desperate parsing.
problems pass poems from the unpeturbed waters of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 1:25am
10th Apr 2012 1:25am
Mercurial
Mercurial Ephemeral
gossamer current state
transient, time gallops away like horses
The present is a pigeon at your feet
If you try to keep a hold of it,it'll fly away.
You and me, we are decimal points in the incomprehensable infinity
a longitude and latitude on an atlas 13.7 Billion miles wide
in a story of 3.7 billion pages.
you try to catch a butterfly
and it disintegrates into powder in your hand
Everything changes,Everything is fleeting
everything ends
that's not pessimism
that's just the harsh product of my...
gossamer current state
transient, time gallops away like horses
The present is a pigeon at your feet
If you try to keep a hold of it,it'll fly away.
You and me, we are decimal points in the incomprehensable infinity
a longitude and latitude on an atlas 13.7 Billion miles wide
in a story of 3.7 billion pages.
you try to catch a butterfly
and it disintegrates into powder in your hand
Everything changes,Everything is fleeting
everything ends
that's not pessimism
that's just the harsh product of my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 00:59am
10th Apr 2012 00:59am
Potential futures.
Everyone needs a poem of hope,
of who knows where this might go.
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Well a man can dream can't he?
I have hope
better to spend an hour with you than sleep a day away.
Physics cannot map a potential future
god knows I can't either.
Whose to say
could be all to the good
at very least it's better than a solitude
A rose can grow and go
to be a lovers gift on Valentine
or thorny likeness tear a red scorned line.
The jars have lost there labels
so we take gulps with crossed fingers.
Hadrian defences against harsh hurling forces...
of who knows where this might go.
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Well a man can dream can't he?
I have hope
better to spend an hour with you than sleep a day away.
Physics cannot map a potential future
god knows I can't either.
Whose to say
could be all to the good
at very least it's better than a solitude
A rose can grow and go
to be a lovers gift on Valentine
or thorny likeness tear a red scorned line.
The jars have lost there labels
so we take gulps with crossed fingers.
Hadrian defences against harsh hurling forces...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2012 8:06pm
8th Apr 2012 8:06pm
Good Riddance.
Morespillingofwords
emptylettersbutwiththepurgeofmyguts
inthisroom,I'mgoingcrazy
feelingutterlyalone
whocouldIpossiblycall,Ihaveabrokenphone
Itriedtosolveallthehurtsthatcamebefore
butstillitseemsyou'recarryingonthatsameoldwar.
Compliance,mydefiance.Astruggleforcontrol.fromthestart,thisquicklygotold.
thesunissettingsoon,
Imust begettingoutofthisfuckingroom.
Iseeyourpicturesandyoulooktobegettingonwell
remindedof thesaying"ifyou'resuffering,keepongoingthroughhell".
I'mtryingtonotbeslitbythissituation,thatIcan'thelpwonder...
emptylettersbutwiththepurgeofmyguts
inthisroom,I'mgoingcrazy
feelingutterlyalone
whocouldIpossiblycall,Ihaveabrokenphone
Itriedtosolveallthehurtsthatcamebefore
butstillitseemsyou'recarryingonthatsameoldwar.
Compliance,mydefiance.Astruggleforcontrol.fromthestart,thisquicklygotold.
thesunissettingsoon,
Imust begettingoutofthisfuckingroom.
Iseeyourpicturesandyoulooktobegettingonwell
remindedof thesaying"ifyou'resuffering,keepongoingthroughhell".
I'mtryingtonotbeslitbythissituation,thatIcan'thelpwonder...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Apr 2012 8:11pm
7th Apr 2012 8:11pm
5/4/2012 Thurs.
Today'sbeenahard hecticday.Feltill.Meanttohangoutwithsomeonebuttheyforgot.Triedtohaveaquietnightinwatchingafilmbutforgottowatchitandgotdistracted.Beenfeelingsad.Imissthecomfortsofrelationships.Thecertaintyyou'llhavesomeonetogohometoonlonely,colddarknightsofwalkinghome.Thosearesomeofthehardestnightstobesingle.Goinghometoanemptybedissad.Missinghugs,cuddles,kisses,fridaynightpizzas,cominghometosomeone,someonecarryinghowIfeel.Imisstenderness,affection,emotion.That'sthefuckingspot,heartandcoreofme-Emotion.That'sprettymuchallIam.Moresothanlogic,Irealizethesedays.Myfuelisemotion......
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Apr 2012 8:04pm
7th Apr 2012 8:04pm
From the pages of the past.
Somethingabitdifferent.Notquiteapoem.Notquiteprose.Justrandomquotingofmyselffrompasttimes.I'mnotsurewhatmypurposehereit.Seemsinterestingtoputthingsdowninthisformasrandominterspersedcommentsformyselfandforothers.Ibelieveinradicalhonestyandopenness,sofuckit!Istillhaven'tputeverything.Somethingsarenevermeantforputtingouttherepublicallyontheweb.
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5/4/2011-Thesechangesseembad...wedohug.Wedokissbutnotsomuchinaday.
Intellectually,we'reatmuchdifferentplacesnow.Wehavelittletotalkabout-hellIfeelthatwayabouteveryonethesedays.
...
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5/4/2011-Thesechangesseembad...wedohug.Wedokissbutnotsomuchinaday.
Intellectually,we'reatmuchdifferentplacesnow.Wehavelittletotalkabout-hellIfeelthatwayabouteveryonethesedays.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 9:53pm
6th Apr 2012 9:53pm
This is all rehearsal,Baby.
Confused,thistiltedgroundgivesway
throughdisgust,throughdisillusion
thesedelusionsIhavegivenaway.
Youlookatthepages
trytoguessthechapters
thenitfacesasharpre-write
andyourstaringoveranunfamiliarcitywalkingtoadestinationoutofsight.
Aphonecallformsthefragmentsofanotherera
thepagesarealltorn
Iusedtohavefaithagodwaslistening
theperfectsadnesswhenthereisnofloortofall.
throughdisgust,throughdisillusion
thesedelusionsIhavegivenaway.
Youlookatthepages
trytoguessthechapters
thenitfacesasharpre-write
andyourstaringoveranunfamiliarcitywalkingtoadestinationoutofsight.
Aphonecallformsthefragmentsofanotherera
thepagesarealltorn
Iusedtohavefaithagodwaslistening
theperfectsadnesswhenthereisnofloortofall.
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 9:49pm
6th Apr 2012 9:49pm
Memento.
Fleetingandfalling
happinessandsadness
thosetooshallpass.
Lookingatthestars,staringintothepast
tothedyingofalittlelightamongthevaultedsky.
Catchingahomeboundtrain,inthecarriageallbyyourself.
Theringwasapromisenowrustedandtossedamongthereminantsofdiscardedbefores.
Closesttoaguaranteethisworldwillallow.
Hanginghead,hoodup,tryingtoblocktheworldoutasyoudamnthetearsyouwanttocry.
changedtrack,changedtact.
Dreamsboxedupandhiddeninthejunkinthecupboard.
Someoneelselivesinyourchildhoodhome.
happinessandsadness
thosetooshallpass.
Lookingatthestars,staringintothepast
tothedyingofalittlelightamongthevaultedsky.
Catchingahomeboundtrain,inthecarriageallbyyourself.
Theringwasapromisenowrustedandtossedamongthereminantsofdiscardedbefores.
Closesttoaguaranteethisworldwillallow.
Hanginghead,hoodup,tryingtoblocktheworldoutasyoudamnthetearsyouwanttocry.
changedtrack,changedtact.
Dreamsboxedupandhiddeninthejunkinthecupboard.
Someoneelselivesinyourchildhoodhome.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 10:20pm
5th Apr 2012 10:20pm
Lovers.
In memory of joys now gone but hopefully, one day to return.
***
Those things you surely miss
like the tenderness of a kiss
or the embrace of a hug
welcomed into the shrug.
The wrapping of limbs around a body
the comfort of caress,smooth openness
the snore that escapes snoozing lips onto dawn breaks
and the twinkle of twitchy toes on covered delight.
Anchoring in the sea of fortune
accepting and reflecting all your individualized minor triumps
company on awakening
the shared look understanding.
Snuggled together friday pizza and a...
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Those things you surely miss
like the tenderness of a kiss
or the embrace of a hug
welcomed into the shrug.
The wrapping of limbs around a body
the comfort of caress,smooth openness
the snore that escapes snoozing lips onto dawn breaks
and the twinkle of twitchy toes on covered delight.
Anchoring in the sea of fortune
accepting and reflecting all your individualized minor triumps
company on awakening
the shared look understanding.
Snuggled together friday pizza and a...
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 10:18pm
5th Apr 2012 10:18pm
Democracy,maybe we should try it sometime.
A comment on a range of recent events esp in the UK ***
Democracy,
maybe we should try it sometime.
Power to the people.
Oppressed,the people feel voiceless.Powerless.
Organize and exercise your influence.
CIA push for secret trials.
Where's worker solidarity?
Occupy life then occupy offices,workplaces,government,god.
My brothers and sisters,Occupy unite together.
Racism flows from mouths like sewage from North Sea rigs.
Dalgetty Bay is a nuclear waste dump.
Petrol on the rise at the pump.
tax the old,tax the poor
caviar...
Democracy,
maybe we should try it sometime.
Power to the people.
Oppressed,the people feel voiceless.Powerless.
Organize and exercise your influence.
CIA push for secret trials.
Where's worker solidarity?
Occupy life then occupy offices,workplaces,government,god.
My brothers and sisters,Occupy unite together.
Racism flows from mouths like sewage from North Sea rigs.
Dalgetty Bay is a nuclear waste dump.
Petrol on the rise at the pump.
tax the old,tax the poor
caviar...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 7:49pm
4th Apr 2012 7:49pm
The Traveller.
Inspired by Leaves of Grass.
***
Tramp the open road
come walk with me
by breeze,bristle,berry or branch
we will find a path which calls to us.
Those small steps will lay a path
for us to tread into the vista.
treasure this footfall fancy
setting off on a Flaneur
Gait of gluttonous indulging eyescan.
Do you depart from me on this journey?
Let us cross lanes and come in each others way again,
once more unexpectedly.
Else your trickling of the tongue was shadely jestering of myself like ships in the night.
How much...
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Tramp the open road
come walk with me
by breeze,bristle,berry or branch
we will find a path which calls to us.
Those small steps will lay a path
for us to tread into the vista.
treasure this footfall fancy
setting off on a Flaneur
Gait of gluttonous indulging eyescan.
Do you depart from me on this journey?
Let us cross lanes and come in each others way again,
once more unexpectedly.
Else your trickling of the tongue was shadely jestering of myself like ships in the night.
How much...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 9:23pm
3rd Apr 2012 9:23pm
All your rhymes belong to us.
Rambling piece.
***
Been feeling so uninspired
claustrophobic creativity.
Gave blood,my valves pulsated
life is unfair and I am acquainted with despair
stomping the street,Sun, Fav band t shirt,life is sweet
Previous security, such a surety.appreciating only when gone.
Market stall memories, all your time released wares to sell.
Molest my emotional tumult
Hominid dilemmas.Friction burn tidal draw leaves you raw.Flesh uncovered.Blood coloured.
Pudding. Desert shopping trolley.Tower block odd appeal in moonlight's silver steal.What is Teal?...
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Been feeling so uninspired
claustrophobic creativity.
Gave blood,my valves pulsated
life is unfair and I am acquainted with despair
stomping the street,Sun, Fav band t shirt,life is sweet
Previous security, such a surety.appreciating only when gone.
Market stall memories, all your time released wares to sell.
Molest my emotional tumult
Hominid dilemmas.Friction burn tidal draw leaves you raw.Flesh uncovered.Blood coloured.
Pudding. Desert shopping trolley.Tower block odd appeal in moonlight's silver steal.What is Teal?...
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