Submissions by SirCreepy (Colten Sorrells)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just another stoner who fancies himself a poet. Nothing more, nothing less
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 8:13am
23rd Feb 2015 8:13am
Regurgitate
Miles from worldly distractions
my thoughts flow freely
like the streams, uninterrupted
With eyes glued to the pad
my surroundings blur out of focus
with my perception of time
Thoughts, feelings, experiences
spill put onto the page
where I pick put all the solid parts
The result, then copied onto the screen
for others to judge and apprecihate
and for me to examine in disgust
my thoughts flow freely
like the streams, uninterrupted
With eyes glued to the pad
my surroundings blur out of focus
with my perception of time
Thoughts, feelings, experiences
spill put onto the page
where I pick put all the solid parts
The result, then copied onto the screen
for others to judge and apprecihate
and for me to examine in disgust
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 8:06am
23rd Feb 2015 8:06am
Heart-On
He flow caught my attention
With verse that was tight in all the right places
to showcase her form
Suddenly, I realised I have shit to do
but it's hard to stay on task
with a throbbing heart-on
An emotion this size is hard to hide
and I'm afraid someone will see it
so I have to think fast
So I grab a notebook, find a quiet room
and stroke my pencil like it owes me money
until it comes flowing out all over the page
With verse that was tight in all the right places
to showcase her form
Suddenly, I realised I have shit to do
but it's hard to stay on task
with a throbbing heart-on
An emotion this size is hard to hide
and I'm afraid someone will see it
so I have to think fast
So I grab a notebook, find a quiet room
and stroke my pencil like it owes me money
until it comes flowing out all over the page
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 1:47am
4th Feb 2015 1:47am
Puke on a Page
You may think I'm a writer
but really im a fool
the universe writes poetry
and I am just a tool
Everything's a rough draft
no need to be refined
the meaning changed and rearranged
is lost between the lines
I want, I need, to let it out
it builds up through the day
to keep my demons satisfied
I let them out to play
They piss and vomit everywhere
I put it on the page
I can't exactly let them roam
or keep them in a cage
When I display the mess they make
some people call it art
I might not have complete control
but it's...
but really im a fool
the universe writes poetry
and I am just a tool
Everything's a rough draft
no need to be refined
the meaning changed and rearranged
is lost between the lines
I want, I need, to let it out
it builds up through the day
to keep my demons satisfied
I let them out to play
They piss and vomit everywhere
I put it on the page
I can't exactly let them roam
or keep them in a cage
When I display the mess they make
some people call it art
I might not have complete control
but it's...
993 reads
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 4:17pm
2nd Feb 2015 4:17pm
Clown mask
I could tell you everything in life
is poofy clouds and shit
but I'm just not the type to lie
and that stuff makes me sick
I could tell you how I feel oppressed
so you pretend to help
my words could make you so depressed
you might go kill yourself
But I don't wanna drag you down
I'm not that kinda dude
I'd rather just act like a clown
and make you think I'm crude
My only gift is mystery
a trait that makes me interesting
I wear this fake smile to conceal
a secret I cannot reveal
If you could see past my...
is poofy clouds and shit
but I'm just not the type to lie
and that stuff makes me sick
I could tell you how I feel oppressed
so you pretend to help
my words could make you so depressed
you might go kill yourself
But I don't wanna drag you down
I'm not that kinda dude
I'd rather just act like a clown
and make you think I'm crude
My only gift is mystery
a trait that makes me interesting
I wear this fake smile to conceal
a secret I cannot reveal
If you could see past my...
841 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Feb 2015 10:24am
1st Feb 2015 10:24am
Misdirected
His rage,
misdirected
as he knows
no other way
in which
to cope
I did nothing to provoke
his verbal attack,
yet here he stands,
right up in my face
A man can only allow
so much bullshit,
I push him back
his head hits the wall,
and my hand finds it's way
to his throat,
squeezing his windpipe
He tries
to swing
But barely
connects,
and I
taste blood
So I tighten my grip
until he ceases to move
Problem solved,
I got my point across,
so I get on with my day...
misdirected
as he knows
no other way
in which
to cope
I did nothing to provoke
his verbal attack,
yet here he stands,
right up in my face
A man can only allow
so much bullshit,
I push him back
his head hits the wall,
and my hand finds it's way
to his throat,
squeezing his windpipe
He tries
to swing
But barely
connects,
and I
taste blood
So I tighten my grip
until he ceases to move
Problem solved,
I got my point across,
so I get on with my day...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Jan 2015 2:23pm
31st Jan 2015 2:23pm
Battle-worn
As I stop to rest on a grassy knoll, hoping to catch my breath, I spot yet another figure in the valley below, headed in my direction with a sense of urgency that implies violent intent
And as the figure draws closer my assumptions are suddenly confirmed
The figure is a tower of a man, dressed in dark, tattered robes with a huge sword resting upon his right shoulder and on his left, a thick, black leather pauldron with a strange insignia
I spring to my feet, shield at the ready as the hulking figure's gait changes from that of a walk to a fill-in sprint and by the time I...
And as the figure draws closer my assumptions are suddenly confirmed
The figure is a tower of a man, dressed in dark, tattered robes with a huge sword resting upon his right shoulder and on his left, a thick, black leather pauldron with a strange insignia
I spring to my feet, shield at the ready as the hulking figure's gait changes from that of a walk to a fill-in sprint and by the time I...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 3:52pm
30th Jan 2015 3:52pm
Weathered
The body
is able,
But the spirit
is broken
Unable
to withstand
the beatings
endured in years
of development
Choking back
the bile from
an ulcerated stomach
another side-effect
of a chemical existence
Gray hairs,
fine lines,
and dark rings
tell the story
of a worried,
weary man
aged beyond
the concrete years
Crippled with indecision
he spends his days
worrying about "what if"
so he simply never does
is able,
But the spirit
is broken
Unable
to withstand
the beatings
endured in years
of development
Choking back
the bile from
an ulcerated stomach
another side-effect
of a chemical existence
Gray hairs,
fine lines,
and dark rings
tell the story
of a worried,
weary man
aged beyond
the concrete years
Crippled with indecision
he spends his days
worrying about "what if"
so he simply never does
912 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 12:49pm
30th Jan 2015 12:49pm
the Metal
Blues was transformed
into sweet Rock n Roll
thus planting the seeds
for many sungenres to flourish
eventually being bastardized
by the Pop Genre
and Punk/Rap influences
Country flourished, for a time
but soon fell victim
to the dreaded Pop
receiving a near-fatal blow
from which it will never truly recover
Of these, the peak was reached
long, long ago
whereas the Metal
continues to stay true to it's roots
thundering across the airwaves
it's presence is felt worldwide
The brilliant minds
who influenced...
into sweet Rock n Roll
thus planting the seeds
for many sungenres to flourish
eventually being bastardized
by the Pop Genre
and Punk/Rap influences
Country flourished, for a time
but soon fell victim
to the dreaded Pop
receiving a near-fatal blow
from which it will never truly recover
Of these, the peak was reached
long, long ago
whereas the Metal
continues to stay true to it's roots
thundering across the airwaves
it's presence is felt worldwide
The brilliant minds
who influenced...
802 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Jan 2015 12:43pm
29th Jan 2015 12:43pm
Satan is a Solid Dude
1240 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 1:38pm
28th Jan 2015 1:38pm
You're not paranoid, you're just paralyzed
Two pies in the face
and a bunch in West Africa
anyone who goes against the jackass
is treated like a fool
They'll encourage you to think outside the box
but throw you in a cage if you follow through
your average addict gets better treatment
than someone who works for their daily bread
The eagle has a fucked up sense of humor
and your siblings have a superiority complex
they'll tell you that you're just being paranoid
when you're actually paralyzed
First thing in the morning, five days a week
the children all pledge, in unison...
and a bunch in West Africa
anyone who goes against the jackass
is treated like a fool
They'll encourage you to think outside the box
but throw you in a cage if you follow through
your average addict gets better treatment
than someone who works for their daily bread
The eagle has a fucked up sense of humor
and your siblings have a superiority complex
they'll tell you that you're just being paranoid
when you're actually paralyzed
First thing in the morning, five days a week
the children all pledge, in unison...
902 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 11:38am
23rd Jan 2015 11:38am
The Torchbearer- for Rank: comp
They found me wandering aimlessly
lost in a dense forest
of the realm of imagination
to them I was a strange creature, indeed
Through their guidance
I found my way back to civilization
and honed my raw emotion into something more intelligible
turning my dreams into something twisted in the process
Many minds have been brought to power
since I first put pen to paper
and finally, I have been bestowed the honor
of carrying an ember of the sacred flame
I have become as one of the few
who guided me on my treacherous journey
I...
lost in a dense forest
of the realm of imagination
to them I was a strange creature, indeed
Through their guidance
I found my way back to civilization
and honed my raw emotion into something more intelligible
turning my dreams into something twisted in the process
Many minds have been brought to power
since I first put pen to paper
and finally, I have been bestowed the honor
of carrying an ember of the sacred flame
I have become as one of the few
who guided me on my treacherous journey
I...
846 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 11:20am
23rd Jan 2015 11:20am
Poets = vegetables
If I had to compare myself to a vegetable
I would have to go with the potato
Full of starch
Capable of thriving almost anywhere
Goes pretty well with everything
but not particularly well with anything
often taken for granted
full of untapped potential
And perfectly fine with being buried
I'm a superfruit, dammit!
I would have to go with the potato
Full of starch
Capable of thriving almost anywhere
Goes pretty well with everything
but not particularly well with anything
often taken for granted
full of untapped potential
And perfectly fine with being buried
I'm a superfruit, dammit!
857 reads
10 Comments
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