Submissions by ScottSF21
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 2:52pm
20th Mar 2012 2:52pm
Life isn't something you can just leave.
Life isn't something you can just leave.
Sometimes it'll take you somewhere nice
It'll give you all the joys and pleasures you feel you deserve
stuff you full of your familiar treats,maybe some new exotic ones you've never tried
catch you by surprise
But then
it'll punch you in the gut, leave you nowhere with no one to call
or rip the curtain off you naked in the shower stall.
Life isn't perfect.
sometimes it pisses on the mat
maybe cuts the bagel so there's one side paper flat
or it'll try to hush up the stairs in the dark...
Sometimes it'll take you somewhere nice
It'll give you all the joys and pleasures you feel you deserve
stuff you full of your familiar treats,maybe some new exotic ones you've never tried
catch you by surprise
But then
it'll punch you in the gut, leave you nowhere with no one to call
or rip the curtain off you naked in the shower stall.
Life isn't perfect.
sometimes it pisses on the mat
maybe cuts the bagel so there's one side paper flat
or it'll try to hush up the stairs in the dark...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 2:50pm
20th Mar 2012 2:50pm
Lo! How I missed you there.
A Haar befell my pensive estate
was it by chance or was it by fate?
that the chilling wind illed my embrace.
as I was conscripted into the grip of the fog
and pursued by the baleful eyes of the monstrous black dog.
The encumbrance that I faced
was a tremendous woe as I paced
brooding on a certainty
that this twas nothing more but idle fantasy.
Oh! how I have missed eloquence from your Quill
it sits on my desk there now, evermore still.
Hope for me that no Gehenna awaits my import
as my soul stole leaves this mortal port
and...
was it by chance or was it by fate?
that the chilling wind illed my embrace.
as I was conscripted into the grip of the fog
and pursued by the baleful eyes of the monstrous black dog.
The encumbrance that I faced
was a tremendous woe as I paced
brooding on a certainty
that this twas nothing more but idle fantasy.
Oh! how I have missed eloquence from your Quill
it sits on my desk there now, evermore still.
Hope for me that no Gehenna awaits my import
as my soul stole leaves this mortal port
and...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 6:45pm
19th Mar 2012 6:45pm
Abandoned Isle.
Pervasive loneliness.
Abandoned Isle.
No one is an Island.
Count me in.
I am diseased.
I am not best pleased.
disillusioned.
Misaligned to friendly circles.
Reaching out for a familiar care.
But no one is giving a fuck,
no one's there.
Too sensitive to this world.
a city of strangers
walking carrying the shroud.
your worries are reading on your face,
what is this place,
without a name?
hanging out in the shade
the group is ahead.
a buried body,socially dead.
I am surrounded by my...
Abandoned Isle.
No one is an Island.
Count me in.
I am diseased.
I am not best pleased.
disillusioned.
Misaligned to friendly circles.
Reaching out for a familiar care.
But no one is giving a fuck,
no one's there.
Too sensitive to this world.
a city of strangers
walking carrying the shroud.
your worries are reading on your face,
what is this place,
without a name?
hanging out in the shade
the group is ahead.
a buried body,socially dead.
I am surrounded by my...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 6:40pm
19th Mar 2012 6:40pm
Dark Days
He didn't believe his worth
humbled and sickened she ate her afterbirth.
mother had an ugly foetus
sister says its got diabetes.
sunk into your sorry state
drowning for air
caught ina purgatory of despair.
I'm falling
hanging on the noose
cut me loose.
I walk a cold dawn morning
hold me to the light.
why is happiness so far from me?
stab me in the heart and bury me at sea
finally then I'll be free.
I'm at home with Apathy.
Don't trust too much you'll only be let down
sadness, O wear like an all too familiar crown.
sunday...
humbled and sickened she ate her afterbirth.
mother had an ugly foetus
sister says its got diabetes.
sunk into your sorry state
drowning for air
caught ina purgatory of despair.
I'm falling
hanging on the noose
cut me loose.
I walk a cold dawn morning
hold me to the light.
why is happiness so far from me?
stab me in the heart and bury me at sea
finally then I'll be free.
I'm at home with Apathy.
Don't trust too much you'll only be let down
sadness, O wear like an all too familiar crown.
sunday...
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Mar 2012 5:57pm
18th Mar 2012 5:57pm
Doin' fine without you
A snapshot from a specific time and place-11th December 2011 .
Does not imply I feel the same way anymore.My feelings have changed somewhat.
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"Somethings are bound to failure like a sinking stone" ,From my poem, If you were the last woman.
We went too far too fast, It couldn't last .
I had no experienced past for me to use to judge where we were headed,
all of that didn't help when we faced what I had dreaded.
It's hard for me to know how to feel.
I accepted it early,knew this was for real,
I've mourned the loss of what...
Does not imply I feel the same way anymore.My feelings have changed somewhat.
****
"Somethings are bound to failure like a sinking stone" ,From my poem, If you were the last woman.
We went too far too fast, It couldn't last .
I had no experienced past for me to use to judge where we were headed,
all of that didn't help when we faced what I had dreaded.
It's hard for me to know how to feel.
I accepted it early,knew this was for real,
I've mourned the loss of what...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2012 5:53pm
18th Mar 2012 5:53pm
Clarinda.
I sit in the room
near the wounded tree
that tells it's tales of human misery.
long ago I understood myself
knew where the truth lay
now the fog has fallen on us both
and we sit by the open fire,waiting for a clarity like day.
She stands on the hill
ghostlike ,ephemeral, a mystery, a painful memory I cannot kill.
We can't map out the future, only drop an X
hope for the best.
The lavender and heather carry the trails of her tongue,
the dancing, how merry ,among the shed story of the young.
She is reflected behind me in the waters...
near the wounded tree
that tells it's tales of human misery.
long ago I understood myself
knew where the truth lay
now the fog has fallen on us both
and we sit by the open fire,waiting for a clarity like day.
She stands on the hill
ghostlike ,ephemeral, a mystery, a painful memory I cannot kill.
We can't map out the future, only drop an X
hope for the best.
The lavender and heather carry the trails of her tongue,
the dancing, how merry ,among the shed story of the young.
She is reflected behind me in the waters...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 11:16pm
17th Mar 2012 11:16pm
Letter tae ma mum.
(Fer mothers day)
I'm shone on, Mum,
tae be cawed yer son
-Ah appreciate aw ye've done.
Yer the epitome of aw a women should be
worldwise,smart, and fiery.
Ye led ma way
Most grateful fer yer passion fer social justice
-where would ah be wioot liberty's kiss?
or the values ah grew up an huv iz ma ane, tane
tae expand oan an flesh oot iz a tred ma fit doon life's long lane.
Ah've aye admired the fire in yer belly
-ye do like tae raise hell
so dae ah, ah've gote that fae you iz well.
Ah...
I'm shone on, Mum,
tae be cawed yer son
-Ah appreciate aw ye've done.
Yer the epitome of aw a women should be
worldwise,smart, and fiery.
Ye led ma way
Most grateful fer yer passion fer social justice
-where would ah be wioot liberty's kiss?
or the values ah grew up an huv iz ma ane, tane
tae expand oan an flesh oot iz a tred ma fit doon life's long lane.
Ah've aye admired the fire in yer belly
-ye do like tae raise hell
so dae ah, ah've gote that fae you iz well.
Ah...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 10:37pm
17th Mar 2012 10:37pm
Conversations that never happened.
Short scenes in a story still being written.
***
1.
Hey, Emo chick save me tonight.
I can see you're going to a party
can I come? Is that alright?
2.
I wanted to tell you that I love you
that I'll always be you're son
that I'm so proud of having you
as having you as my example of womanhood
you're the best ,Mum.
3.
I'm just writing how I feel.
Don't want to scare you,trying to keep an even keel.
It's hard you obviously see
for a romantic such as me
to not be carried away,to try to keep it under wraps...
***
1.
Hey, Emo chick save me tonight.
I can see you're going to a party
can I come? Is that alright?
2.
I wanted to tell you that I love you
that I'll always be you're son
that I'm so proud of having you
as having you as my example of womanhood
you're the best ,Mum.
3.
I'm just writing how I feel.
Don't want to scare you,trying to keep an even keel.
It's hard you obviously see
for a romantic such as me
to not be carried away,to try to keep it under wraps...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 12:59pm
17th Mar 2012 12:59pm
Cameron's Broken Britain.
We face an uncertain future.
I'm sickened by all I see.
watch the news,
shake my head at bigoted views
that should've died out long ago.
The news report distortion,
nobody ever got rich off making peace.
Objectivity is a shield for unrelenting bias.
Your funded by those very same companies waging war right now in Middle East.
Control of information
to the gatekeeper destination.
Lay your dinosaur forms down to rest
people worldwide potentially have a source of open press.
WW..BBankers can get a bonus on top of a million pound...
I'm sickened by all I see.
watch the news,
shake my head at bigoted views
that should've died out long ago.
The news report distortion,
nobody ever got rich off making peace.
Objectivity is a shield for unrelenting bias.
Your funded by those very same companies waging war right now in Middle East.
Control of information
to the gatekeeper destination.
Lay your dinosaur forms down to rest
people worldwide potentially have a source of open press.
WW..BBankers can get a bonus on top of a million pound...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 12:56pm
17th Mar 2012 12:56pm
Gaia
Nick Ford calls this " An ode to Earth"
**
A Hymn to you, my beauty.
Gone are your resplendent blooms
flowers from earth sunk wombs.
Feral creatures hidden in burrows,
as snowflakes hit
the brow it furrows.
Ice scrapped from the windscreens
the mournful remains of a wilting world.
a natural quiet
broken by human life -a- riot.
While manmade splendor is on display,
your bountiful greens have always faded away, not much left but brown and bleak.
See how the frost snaps the lungs
somewhat unconcerned with...
**
A Hymn to you, my beauty.
Gone are your resplendent blooms
flowers from earth sunk wombs.
Feral creatures hidden in burrows,
as snowflakes hit
the brow it furrows.
Ice scrapped from the windscreens
the mournful remains of a wilting world.
a natural quiet
broken by human life -a- riot.
While manmade splendor is on display,
your bountiful greens have always faded away, not much left but brown and bleak.
See how the frost snaps the lungs
somewhat unconcerned with...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 1:32am
17th Mar 2012 1:32am
When Your Not Here With Me
When I'm not with you the rain becomes a river
but doesn’t wash my tears away
the sky becomes a gallery with all my pain on display.
hardship makes me climb a mountain for a minute of success
failure points the mirror my way
and flaws are picked out in the spotlights.
energy becomes a broken drive
and all I was or knew has lived to die.
the words I keep so close to me
they whisper in the wind of moments held in your arms
dead for all to see.
But the distance floods the chamber like the open sea
and as I flail on the floor
Falling, I see...
but doesn’t wash my tears away
the sky becomes a gallery with all my pain on display.
hardship makes me climb a mountain for a minute of success
failure points the mirror my way
and flaws are picked out in the spotlights.
energy becomes a broken drive
and all I was or knew has lived to die.
the words I keep so close to me
they whisper in the wind of moments held in your arms
dead for all to see.
But the distance floods the chamber like the open sea
and as I flail on the floor
Falling, I see...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 1:14am
17th Mar 2012 1:14am
Inhumane.
The Clock ticked away
a desolate slumber
the centuries had hurried by
incalculable by number.
Baited breath for escape from the impenetrable lair,
trapped and doomed he was bound in there.
He drew heavy breathes
waiting to be unbound
and rock the earth with unholy sound!
The steely glint in his eye
He smirked at the millions sure to die.
The drains would flow with blood
corpses would lie the streets like mud.
Those who put him there,
who forgot about his torture
his imprisonment, in aforementioned lair
would have the worst...
a desolate slumber
the centuries had hurried by
incalculable by number.
Baited breath for escape from the impenetrable lair,
trapped and doomed he was bound in there.
He drew heavy breathes
waiting to be unbound
and rock the earth with unholy sound!
The steely glint in his eye
He smirked at the millions sure to die.
The drains would flow with blood
corpses would lie the streets like mud.
Those who put him there,
who forgot about his torture
his imprisonment, in aforementioned lair
would have the worst...
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