Submissions by ScottSF21
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 6:42pm
12th Mar 2012 6:42pm
You took me here.
Maybe I'm ugly
but not as much as you
cant take this, cant take this no more
my minds scattered on sheets of paper on the floor
she goes, I know, its true.I'm bland, shes so bored
If it wasnt true I wouldn't find myself always ignored
So indifferent so seeking to be adored
Cant trust you, no not anymore.
Dont trust too much you'll only be let down
but really does she think im the one
or is it false faced when she calls me 'hun'?
I'm too broken to even try
I'm too scared to die
I'd live but I fear
Walk these streets but my heart is...
but not as much as you
cant take this, cant take this no more
my minds scattered on sheets of paper on the floor
she goes, I know, its true.I'm bland, shes so bored
If it wasnt true I wouldn't find myself always ignored
So indifferent so seeking to be adored
Cant trust you, no not anymore.
Dont trust too much you'll only be let down
but really does she think im the one
or is it false faced when she calls me 'hun'?
I'm too broken to even try
I'm too scared to die
I'd live but I fear
Walk these streets but my heart is...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 6:39pm
12th Mar 2012 6:39pm
The Foxes.
Foxes tearing open bin bags on rubbish day.
The revenge of nature against over assured middleclass suburbanites.
I've seen them scurry and run into the bushes,in my walking about at nights.
dazzled and bewildered by taxi high beam lights.
The scavengers rake among the remains of consumerist lifestyles.
In devouring all you own,they swallow up your soul.
"This is how you are killing us",
is spread in symbolic patterns across the roads.
Chaos caused, Mankind disrupted for a few minutes.
Not an inch compared to all that has been...
The revenge of nature against over assured middleclass suburbanites.
I've seen them scurry and run into the bushes,in my walking about at nights.
dazzled and bewildered by taxi high beam lights.
The scavengers rake among the remains of consumerist lifestyles.
In devouring all you own,they swallow up your soul.
"This is how you are killing us",
is spread in symbolic patterns across the roads.
Chaos caused, Mankind disrupted for a few minutes.
Not an inch compared to all that has been...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 11:25pm
11th Mar 2012 11:25pm
Misery Loves Company (And I found it)
from Saturday, 29 May 2010 at 15:29 ·
***
Sometimes life grabs you by the throat,
forces you to examine words you wrote
upon a page
and on looking up
you see yourself on the stage
quoting tragedy in a daze
with sorrow at the open door.
Clinging to any comfort you can,
lost in a city of strangers.
Isolated, alone in your own cell
a reversal of Sartre's 'other people are hell'.
When in moments of judging the void
you'd sell your soul not to be the voice
crying out in the wilderness ...
***
Sometimes life grabs you by the throat,
forces you to examine words you wrote
upon a page
and on looking up
you see yourself on the stage
quoting tragedy in a daze
with sorrow at the open door.
Clinging to any comfort you can,
lost in a city of strangers.
Isolated, alone in your own cell
a reversal of Sartre's 'other people are hell'.
When in moments of judging the void
you'd sell your soul not to be the voice
crying out in the wilderness ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2012 11:23pm
11th Mar 2012 11:23pm
It was meant to be - scene 1.
I remember the last time I saw you.You had cherries on your top.You were looking so good.
It's hard for me to walk away from you.I find you irrestible.Honestly, you make my mouth water just a little.
I find myself waking up with you on my mind.As I drift off into a pleasant slumber I can't help but think of you there sitting in my kitchen.It doesn't bother me an inch that you sit there without saying a word because when I'm looking at you there is no need for words.The exchange of looks between us is intense.In the glance between us ,both as objects of desire meant to find each...
It's hard for me to walk away from you.I find you irrestible.Honestly, you make my mouth water just a little.
I find myself waking up with you on my mind.As I drift off into a pleasant slumber I can't help but think of you there sitting in my kitchen.It doesn't bother me an inch that you sit there without saying a word because when I'm looking at you there is no need for words.The exchange of looks between us is intense.In the glance between us ,both as objects of desire meant to find each...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 1:23pm
11th Mar 2012 1:23pm
You Have A Beautiful Soul
your written on my heart
its a bitter kiss when we part
we're better met bitter parted
to be so far away
to be so in need today
if there ever was another way
you write your name on my skin
sleeping by my side
i hear you, feel you -breathing
i would walk in the cold of the night
just to find a place filled with light
to hear your voice.
to listen to you speak those words
your laugh sweet as honey
i love when you find me funny
You give me the hope to dream
And things could never be as bad as they seem
You’re my rock in...
its a bitter kiss when we part
we're better met bitter parted
to be so far away
to be so in need today
if there ever was another way
you write your name on my skin
sleeping by my side
i hear you, feel you -breathing
i would walk in the cold of the night
just to find a place filled with light
to hear your voice.
to listen to you speak those words
your laugh sweet as honey
i love when you find me funny
You give me the hope to dream
And things could never be as bad as they seem
You’re my rock in...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 1:19pm
11th Mar 2012 1:19pm
2008
An Honest one is I
***
I felt the worse kind of loneliness I've ever known.
I once ran through my mobile looking at numbers of people I could phone.
Desperate to be comforted by a voice,
Please pick up and answer.
Not getting a reply felt metaphorical of my alienation from people
connections were like a shallow pond and I only skating around the ice covered surface.
I threw my weight behind empty distraction but it could never last for long.
Crushing boulder of boredom.Heavy burdens.
I scribbled hate and anger into a...
***
I felt the worse kind of loneliness I've ever known.
I once ran through my mobile looking at numbers of people I could phone.
Desperate to be comforted by a voice,
Please pick up and answer.
Not getting a reply felt metaphorical of my alienation from people
connections were like a shallow pond and I only skating around the ice covered surface.
I threw my weight behind empty distraction but it could never last for long.
Crushing boulder of boredom.Heavy burdens.
I scribbled hate and anger into a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 12:12pm
10th Mar 2012 12:12pm
If You Were The Last Woman
I have stared into the abyss.
I knew there could be more than this
So sorry for her, the furies are a myth.
She laughed, a demon like Lilith.
She led me to the garden
Innocent , easy led
Tore out my heart and left me for dead.
“Hoka hey” , I believed it one day
Be careful not to cast the first stone
You’ll end up a corpse of broken bone
Was anything you told me not a lie?
My claims could crush the wings of a morbid butterfly
I might walk easy but I’ll eat you alive.
I was enchanted but the devil came in disguise
You...
I knew there could be more than this
So sorry for her, the furies are a myth.
She laughed, a demon like Lilith.
She led me to the garden
Innocent , easy led
Tore out my heart and left me for dead.
“Hoka hey” , I believed it one day
Be careful not to cast the first stone
You’ll end up a corpse of broken bone
Was anything you told me not a lie?
My claims could crush the wings of a morbid butterfly
I might walk easy but I’ll eat you alive.
I was enchanted but the devil came in disguise
You...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 12:08pm
10th Mar 2012 12:08pm
Address to a Woodlousey
A Poem in Scots.
***
Yer a wee humble hing
whae moves wi oot clatter or ding
But aye yer praises
ah'll sing
wee woodlousey.
Ah'm sae sorry ma wee freend
thit ah washed ye awa
an wis sae careless tae hae deemed
ye no weilcome in ma company.
Yer wee bittie shawn awareness
an easy kin be seen in ye
Darwin's process.
Aye, yer jist trauchlan alang like me.
Confusion an urgency pushes us forrid
tae try tae make guid o oor blessin's
an tak the best oot fae whits horrid.
...
***
Yer a wee humble hing
whae moves wi oot clatter or ding
But aye yer praises
ah'll sing
wee woodlousey.
Ah'm sae sorry ma wee freend
thit ah washed ye awa
an wis sae careless tae hae deemed
ye no weilcome in ma company.
Yer wee bittie shawn awareness
an easy kin be seen in ye
Darwin's process.
Aye, yer jist trauchlan alang like me.
Confusion an urgency pushes us forrid
tae try tae make guid o oor blessin's
an tak the best oot fae whits horrid.
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 10:35pm
9th Mar 2012 10:35pm
Scatter the idols.
Deify the deceased Steve Jobs,
while ignoring the working class the corporation robs.
Apple sold products to help kill in Iraq
Kids in china probably made your I-pods,
so scatter the idols you kneel to,your corporate gods.
If you have the cash,
your death will be posted around like a nasty rash.
they'll build you a statute,write you a eulogy, you'll be on tv.
But if your just a person off the street like me, your death will be blanked out.Cast as irrelevant-Profit equals prominence.
Crocodile tears for BAE Systems unemployment,
fuck...
while ignoring the working class the corporation robs.
Apple sold products to help kill in Iraq
Kids in china probably made your I-pods,
so scatter the idols you kneel to,your corporate gods.
If you have the cash,
your death will be posted around like a nasty rash.
they'll build you a statute,write you a eulogy, you'll be on tv.
But if your just a person off the street like me, your death will be blanked out.Cast as irrelevant-Profit equals prominence.
Crocodile tears for BAE Systems unemployment,
fuck...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 10:31pm
9th Mar 2012 10:31pm
Time grows weary under my feet.
Empires fell, London burned in a year of hell
still she never came
In denial, I hope in vain.
My face blackened with soot
Alone with the drunk and destitute.
The bombs blew
Sirens sounded
I waited while the years flew.
My heart hardened by the sights I saw
Every oozing sore, every blood feud, every pointless war.
It was enough to make me lose all trust
And wish this whole creation reduced to dust.
They marched in the name of workers with tools
And killed millions with bureaucratic rules.
Where is my honour for suffering...
still she never came
In denial, I hope in vain.
My face blackened with soot
Alone with the drunk and destitute.
The bombs blew
Sirens sounded
I waited while the years flew.
My heart hardened by the sights I saw
Every oozing sore, every blood feud, every pointless war.
It was enough to make me lose all trust
And wish this whole creation reduced to dust.
They marched in the name of workers with tools
And killed millions with bureaucratic rules.
Where is my honour for suffering...
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