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
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Nov 2013 12:41pm
10th Nov 2013 12:41pm
Rogue: Part I
Whilst sitting at the bar enjoying a bottle of their finest brandy, I sat quietly and listened to the local gossip, as I often did, as I spoke to the barkeeper. He was a short, aging fellow with a veryrough appearance, but despite his looks, was an outgoing, friendly man, who was always willing to share the latest gossip with anyone who would listen
To my immediate left, was the "town drunk" as he had come to be known. A man who always wore ragged, filthy clothes and reeked of cheap booze He was in here everymorning, and, again, everyevening, spending the rest of his day...
To my immediate left, was the "town drunk" as he had come to be known. A man who always wore ragged, filthy clothes and reeked of cheap booze He was in here everymorning, and, again, everyevening, spending the rest of his day...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Nov 2013 1:53am
9th Nov 2013 1:53am
The Sexy Mind
In my experience, it's basically all the same
sorry, ladies, but your pussy is really nothing special
Not worth being put on a pedestal, and worshipped
What really matters is the mind
capable of dreaming up new ways to keep things interesting
What I look for in a woman is a creative mind
A touch of craziness, some creativity, and some spontaneity
Is better beneath the sheets than a perfect figure
Seems that what society would call "beautiful" women are pure shit in bed
And they are way too expensive
expecting everything to...
sorry, ladies, but your pussy is really nothing special
Not worth being put on a pedestal, and worshipped
What really matters is the mind
capable of dreaming up new ways to keep things interesting
What I look for in a woman is a creative mind
A touch of craziness, some creativity, and some spontaneity
Is better beneath the sheets than a perfect figure
Seems that what society would call "beautiful" women are pure shit in bed
And they are way too expensive
expecting everything to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Nov 2013 8:47pm
8th Nov 2013 8:47pm
Beggar and Thief: part 3
So, one day, as he left for lunch, I slipped into his shop, unnoticed along with the midday traffic, most of the workers and the town guard on break this time of day, I proceeded to take everything that wasn't locked up after I scouted the area to make sure no one else was around. It was going even better than I had hoped, as I had collected several pounds of precious loot just from the first room.
But as I made my way upstairs to the jeweler's living quarters, to see what I could find there, I heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs, he was back!
My thoughts...
But as I made my way upstairs to the jeweler's living quarters, to see what I could find there, I heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs, he was back!
My thoughts...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Nov 2013 6:59am
8th Nov 2013 6:59am
Beggar and Thief: part 2
I turned my back on everything I knew and loved, without even a second thought in pursuit of my dreams, but when I finally arrived in town the realization that I had basically nothing to go on soon hit me like a ton of bricks as I realized basically all I had were the clothes on my back and enough coin to rent a room for a few nights and purchase a couple simple meals to sustain myself.
Out of options, I soon turned to begging in the street to earn some coin and a simple meal each night. After about a year of this miserable life, I took up extortion, forgery, and even...
Out of options, I soon turned to begging in the street to earn some coin and a simple meal each night. After about a year of this miserable life, I took up extortion, forgery, and even...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Nov 2013 6:40am
8th Nov 2013 6:40am
Beggar and Thief: part 1
I used to.spend hours each day observing the daily routines of all the townsfolk, staking out my next little heist. I would slip into their homes, either when they were not home, or sound asleep, and take anything of value. At first, I would simply take their silverware, and other small items, pawning them off to earn enough coin to pay for drinks at the local tavern, listening to all the local gossip, and buy a daily meal and a place to sleep.
For awhile, I was content with this, but soon my desire for something more led me to seek out bigger scores, which, of course, led to...
For awhile, I was content with this, but soon my desire for something more led me to seek out bigger scores, which, of course, led to...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2013 9:24pm
7th Nov 2013 9:24pm
trash
Here I sit
imprisoned by circumstance
no job, no vehicle, no hope
Turned my back on my family
so-called friends won't help me out
I'm just fucked, any way I look at it
Living like a refugee
nothing to my name
except for the clothes on my back
People say they're going through "hard times"
and struggling to.make ends meet
they honestly have no idea
22, and no income
nobody I can trust
don't know why I even keep trying
Im a product of Capitalist society
the part that most people would rather not...
imprisoned by circumstance
no job, no vehicle, no hope
Turned my back on my family
so-called friends won't help me out
I'm just fucked, any way I look at it
Living like a refugee
nothing to my name
except for the clothes on my back
People say they're going through "hard times"
and struggling to.make ends meet
they honestly have no idea
22, and no income
nobody I can trust
don't know why I even keep trying
Im a product of Capitalist society
the part that most people would rather not...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 1:33am
6th Nov 2013 1:33am
Folly of the Brilliant mind
Another brilliant mind wasted
Ego bruised, still he stands tall
Burdens of the past sit heavy on his shoulders
Disease tearing him apart
Infected with feelings and moral obligations
His own kindness is killing him
His pen, his sword, his heart, his shield
His soul bleeds out onto the parchment
Bears all to the world
Open mind for a different view
He fights to keep his soul pure
Nothing clouds his judgement
Most mock his way of life
He shows pity for them
Pride and prejudice clouds their path
He knows the...
Ego bruised, still he stands tall
Burdens of the past sit heavy on his shoulders
Disease tearing him apart
Infected with feelings and moral obligations
His own kindness is killing him
His pen, his sword, his heart, his shield
His soul bleeds out onto the parchment
Bears all to the world
Open mind for a different view
He fights to keep his soul pure
Nothing clouds his judgement
Most mock his way of life
He shows pity for them
Pride and prejudice clouds their path
He knows the...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 10:19pm
3rd Nov 2013 10:19pm
War inside my head ( Demons )
Look into my eyes
Into my tired face, my soul
I'm tired of fighting
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Demons within me
Threaten to ruin my soul
Bend me to their will
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War inside my head
Threatens to tear me apart
Killing me slowly
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Guess I could give in
It would be much easier
Let it consume me
Into my tired face, my soul
I'm tired of fighting
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Demons within me
Threaten to ruin my soul
Bend me to their will
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War inside my head
Threatens to tear me apart
Killing me slowly
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Guess I could give in
It would be much easier
Let it consume me
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2013 10:10pm
3rd Nov 2013 10:10pm
Broken
I look into the mirror, into my eyes
I feel as if I'm looking into nothing
Just a shell, no hopes, no dreams, no soul
Tired, pale face that says my will is broken
Like looking at a walking corpse
No spark remains
Bled out everything for others
Not once, thinking of myself
Gave a part of myself to everyone
Until I had nothing left
Scars left me cold and numb
Incapable of loving again
I feel as if I'm looking into nothing
Just a shell, no hopes, no dreams, no soul
Tired, pale face that says my will is broken
Like looking at a walking corpse
No spark remains
Bled out everything for others
Not once, thinking of myself
Gave a part of myself to everyone
Until I had nothing left
Scars left me cold and numb
Incapable of loving again
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 11:40am
30th Oct 2013 11:40am
The Labyrinth
Archaic arches lead you to formulaic doctrines Runes line the walls as fumes malign alignment Mosaics' sagas foretell basic options Tombs shine as torches light up rooms' climate
Sciatic charges shoot down your spine as your greed is gauged by ethereal apostles Tunes chime as you hear malign melodies come from strongrooms Algebraic marvels are found in a tome filled with quadratic fossils Moons climb as you struggle to align clues
Arcane riddles involving mundane crystals Cryptic glyphs describe specific scripts Plain descriptions help to explain symbols Horrific nymphs...
Sciatic charges shoot down your spine as your greed is gauged by ethereal apostles Tunes chime as you hear malign melodies come from strongrooms Algebraic marvels are found in a tome filled with quadratic fossils Moons climb as you struggle to align clues
Arcane riddles involving mundane crystals Cryptic glyphs describe specific scripts Plain descriptions help to explain symbols Horrific nymphs...
790 reads
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