Submissions by ScottSF21
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Apr 2012 10:22pm
1st Apr 2012 10:22pm
Needin' Aqua Vitae.
Since it has been a criticism before, please note: where words have a more phonetic spelling ,there’s a point to it.
The story may be altered or extended as I see fit depending on whether I feel there's more to carry on(which I'm sure there is) I've just tried to stick with what I was challenged.
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It wis a normal night.Except it wusnae.It was ma friend Lori’s biRTHdi an a hud been workin’ a full 5 day week so ah wis lookin’ forward tae gaun oot oan a Saturday night.Ah hud hud a cup fu e a wee bottle e glen morgans and some WKD, so ah wis on ma way.
...
The story may be altered or extended as I see fit depending on whether I feel there's more to carry on(which I'm sure there is) I've just tried to stick with what I was challenged.
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It wis a normal night.Except it wusnae.It was ma friend Lori’s biRTHdi an a hud been workin’ a full 5 day week so ah wis lookin’ forward tae gaun oot oan a Saturday night.Ah hud hud a cup fu e a wee bottle e glen morgans and some WKD, so ah wis on ma way.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2012 5:16pm
1st Apr 2012 5:16pm
Really bad at it.
Bukowski inspired.
***
The other day in a queue
I saw an emo or if you like Scene girl
and thought "damn I have to speak to you"
Summery,shapely and sweetly innocent in the way I like.
I was gonna do it alright
but I chickened out with stage fright, at the last minute or so.
I try to go back but she was half way down the street by then.
been a few of those incidents recently.
I was walking along carrying shit load of bog roll
for shopping supplies
when there came a pretty girl and we locked eyes
and I blushed just a little...
***
The other day in a queue
I saw an emo or if you like Scene girl
and thought "damn I have to speak to you"
Summery,shapely and sweetly innocent in the way I like.
I was gonna do it alright
but I chickened out with stage fright, at the last minute or so.
I try to go back but she was half way down the street by then.
been a few of those incidents recently.
I was walking along carrying shit load of bog roll
for shopping supplies
when there came a pretty girl and we locked eyes
and I blushed just a little...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2012 2:12pm
1st Apr 2012 2:12pm
ALEaviNgO!
All around the kissing and holding of hands but not you.
Not you in the corner nursing a developing angst.
a brooding puberty of barren seculsion.
Who have you got?
Where's the Oasis?
Strangers aren't giving you the time of day
they don't give a fuck about what you have to say
they just want you to go the fuck away.
Feels like Solipstic hell
Once you had surety ,didn't you?
Someone to talk to on the road home
someone to hold in the dark...
There are no guarantees, no certainties
Once you're in the forest, an strong oak among...
Not you in the corner nursing a developing angst.
a brooding puberty of barren seculsion.
Who have you got?
Where's the Oasis?
Strangers aren't giving you the time of day
they don't give a fuck about what you have to say
they just want you to go the fuck away.
Feels like Solipstic hell
Once you had surety ,didn't you?
Someone to talk to on the road home
someone to hold in the dark...
There are no guarantees, no certainties
Once you're in the forest, an strong oak among...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 10:10pm
28th Mar 2012 10:10pm
Kill the clock.
That ticking
that dripping of eternity
into the unsurmountable void.
all joy,all beauty,all smiles,
all girls,all nature,all poetry,art and sunshine destroyed!!
That infernal clock
that fucking incessant tick tock
that repetition will not stop.
Madness will grip me like the hands of time
and soon if it doesn't end,I'll lose my fucking mind.
Space and time are in an endless unwind.
all dimensions hastily lined.
that dripping of eternity
into the unsurmountable void.
all joy,all beauty,all smiles,
all girls,all nature,all poetry,art and sunshine destroyed!!
That infernal clock
that fucking incessant tick tock
that repetition will not stop.
Madness will grip me like the hands of time
and soon if it doesn't end,I'll lose my fucking mind.
Space and time are in an endless unwind.
all dimensions hastily lined.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 10:09pm
28th Mar 2012 10:09pm
Conflicted.
If ah went hame it widnae be the same
ah widnae huv what ah do now
ah'd huv tae build fae scratch an ah'm no shaire how.
Inside ah feel torn asunder
coming doon wisnae a blunder.
Still ah miss it and want tae go back
but what ah have here is class
and ah want it tae last.
Ah came wi a bag e claes
and noo ah'm made ways
foond a joab and made guid friends
ah dinnae want aw e that tae end.
But like ah said a feel torn in twa
ma culture feels afar and the maire a see it fae a distant
the maire a hink it's braw. ...
ah widnae huv what ah do now
ah'd huv tae build fae scratch an ah'm no shaire how.
Inside ah feel torn asunder
coming doon wisnae a blunder.
Still ah miss it and want tae go back
but what ah have here is class
and ah want it tae last.
Ah came wi a bag e claes
and noo ah'm made ways
foond a joab and made guid friends
ah dinnae want aw e that tae end.
But like ah said a feel torn in twa
ma culture feels afar and the maire a see it fae a distant
the maire a hink it's braw. ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2012 2:06am
26th Mar 2012 2:06am
The Politics e ma tongue.
Since this is a site which involves language, here seems as good a place as any to set out my thoughts on the subject of Scots.
"Notwithstanding the UK government’s and the Scottish Executive’s obligations under part II of the European Charter for Regional or Minority Languages, the Scottish Executive recognises and respects Scots (in all its forms) as a distinct language, and does not consider the use of Scots to be an indication of poor competence in English"
-Second Report submitted by the United Kingdom pursuant to article 25, paragraph 1 of the framework...
"Notwithstanding the UK government’s and the Scottish Executive’s obligations under part II of the European Charter for Regional or Minority Languages, the Scottish Executive recognises and respects Scots (in all its forms) as a distinct language, and does not consider the use of Scots to be an indication of poor competence in English"
-Second Report submitted by the United Kingdom pursuant to article 25, paragraph 1 of the framework...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 5:32pm
25th Mar 2012 5:32pm
Love is an endless ordeal.
Title from another poem of mine.
Inspired by my good friend Nick Ford's poetry.
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I can't stop remembering the hallway hug.
the fuzzyness of your Jammies.
a present delivered to my concern to lay to rest my thoughts
as I settle for sleep.
the slenderness of your body as my size enclosed you.
most recent time I've felt masculine and virile.
The world was faultless then,without blame.
Where it all went from there,
It's all a shame.
Metaphorically,I was stripped naked next to you
and nothing I said shook your core
you took...
Inspired by my good friend Nick Ford's poetry.
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I can't stop remembering the hallway hug.
the fuzzyness of your Jammies.
a present delivered to my concern to lay to rest my thoughts
as I settle for sleep.
the slenderness of your body as my size enclosed you.
most recent time I've felt masculine and virile.
The world was faultless then,without blame.
Where it all went from there,
It's all a shame.
Metaphorically,I was stripped naked next to you
and nothing I said shook your core
you took...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 5:29pm
25th Mar 2012 5:29pm
Princes Street Gairdens(In the Summer time)
The sun's shining doon rays ay love
like an adorin parent hingin above.
Everythin the day seems easy an fine
as twa lovers intertwine
tae sup oan life's fine drink and oan it's glories dine
-in Princes street Gairdens in the summertime.
Nae presence ay yer past nou
wi the toons clart ye were fou
an thais suspectit ay witchfraft
dunked or droun in you.
But it's pleasant tae be presence an tak in the air
wi mankinds spectrum aw there
in this green gress square.
Feelin like God's ane Elect
,wi oot a...
like an adorin parent hingin above.
Everythin the day seems easy an fine
as twa lovers intertwine
tae sup oan life's fine drink and oan it's glories dine
-in Princes street Gairdens in the summertime.
Nae presence ay yer past nou
wi the toons clart ye were fou
an thais suspectit ay witchfraft
dunked or droun in you.
But it's pleasant tae be presence an tak in the air
wi mankinds spectrum aw there
in this green gress square.
Feelin like God's ane Elect
,wi oot a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 5:31pm
21st Mar 2012 5:31pm
Ode to microwave.
The ting box
each a distinct personality
800 or 750
god forbid a 600 Watt
some plate rumble and shake
once my sister dropped it and it couldn't spin after that
'cause well it.. happened to break!
Electronic experiments
bread in,toastie out.
Domesticated way of life,
away from the grains ,corns and housewife.
You get so impatient
when I don't click your door open.
What's the rush?
It's all about the fast food, at-my-convenience cook
You are a science machine
keepin' it clean
or green spores collect in your metallic corners...
each a distinct personality
800 or 750
god forbid a 600 Watt
some plate rumble and shake
once my sister dropped it and it couldn't spin after that
'cause well it.. happened to break!
Electronic experiments
bread in,toastie out.
Domesticated way of life,
away from the grains ,corns and housewife.
You get so impatient
when I don't click your door open.
What's the rush?
It's all about the fast food, at-my-convenience cook
You are a science machine
keepin' it clean
or green spores collect in your metallic corners...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 5:15pm
21st Mar 2012 5:15pm
Father's Son.
There's no way to make it through
I did the best I could do
I tried hard to be my fathers son
but I am not 'the chosen one'
the more things change
the more cliched it feels
I look at my life and I see a story of change.
is this how its supposed to be?
oh father, do you look down
do you look down on me?
are you proud of what you see?
Oh father I'm scared
I need you here
Tell me there's hope.
Somedays I don't see it
I need to breathe new air.
-First written 2009.
I did the best I could do
I tried hard to be my fathers son
but I am not 'the chosen one'
the more things change
the more cliched it feels
I look at my life and I see a story of change.
is this how its supposed to be?
oh father, do you look down
do you look down on me?
are you proud of what you see?
Oh father I'm scared
I need you here
Tell me there's hope.
Somedays I don't see it
I need to breathe new air.
-First written 2009.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 11:12pm
20th Mar 2012 11:12pm
Last night.
Relatively Stream of Consciousness.
Based on real events from 10/2/2012.Cataloguing life.***
How to save money?
Cute redhead across from me
She’s got weird shoes on
All furry edges like yeti fur or a Persian coat.
She’s getting off with a stead walk ,bit shy but sure of where she’s going.
My guts nauseated from hasty gulped down Ravioli
People are gonna be out together without me while I go somewhere else
Stop the guilt one of my friends mused
-Can’t chase dreams and never beens, I’m trying to tell myself.
Can’t believe the stare of my bank...
Based on real events from 10/2/2012.Cataloguing life.***
How to save money?
Cute redhead across from me
She’s got weird shoes on
All furry edges like yeti fur or a Persian coat.
She’s getting off with a stead walk ,bit shy but sure of where she’s going.
My guts nauseated from hasty gulped down Ravioli
People are gonna be out together without me while I go somewhere else
Stop the guilt one of my friends mused
-Can’t chase dreams and never beens, I’m trying to tell myself.
Can’t believe the stare of my bank...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 11:06pm
20th Mar 2012 11:06pm
America.
My version of Ginsberg's America.
Against the filthy politics found in America and against the actions of it's dispicable governments.
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America tell Columbus to fuck off,take his smallpox and Capitalism with him.
America, you've swallowed your national mythology like pancakes and syrup.
America, Land where eugenics was tried
Land where the native americans cried
Land where warmongering thrives
America, you think you're the world police.
America, you were duped by a Christian to believe he's the prince of peace
and now a...
Against the filthy politics found in America and against the actions of it's dispicable governments.
***
America tell Columbus to fuck off,take his smallpox and Capitalism with him.
America, you've swallowed your national mythology like pancakes and syrup.
America, Land where eugenics was tried
Land where the native americans cried
Land where warmongering thrives
America, you think you're the world police.
America, you were duped by a Christian to believe he's the prince of peace
and now a...
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