Submissions by SmokeAndLyrics
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ive been writing for years. I have decided to pick back up on it. Hopefully it will be even better and powerful, than what it used to be.
Consumer.
My lungs are black, just like my mind.
This blacked out mess, come see inside.
I will take your fears and I will take your soul.
Kiss me once, and I will have control.
I will take your body and I will take your thoughts, under my control - they will rot.
You thought you were evil at the core?
Come meet me, and your eyes will pour.
I will become your greatest fear.
One you shan't escape, my dear.
You will love me, until your mind begins to burn.
My love will poison you and you..will learn.
Learn to be mine and learn to obey.
But baby. I love you....
This blacked out mess, come see inside.
I will take your fears and I will take your soul.
Kiss me once, and I will have control.
I will take your body and I will take your thoughts, under my control - they will rot.
You thought you were evil at the core?
Come meet me, and your eyes will pour.
I will become your greatest fear.
One you shan't escape, my dear.
You will love me, until your mind begins to burn.
My love will poison you and you..will learn.
Learn to be mine and learn to obey.
But baby. I love you....
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The railroad tracks.
This is more spoken word, but it can work as a poem.
I just want to get it out there and hear opinions.
Caps are important to me, in spoken word - sorry.
Up my road, to the left and up that road a little more...there is a railroad track.
A railroad track that my soul mate, was walking along when he endured the cracking impact of a car going 35.
I can envision it, just the way his mother had described it to me.
The shock in his voice as he screamed my name. As he screamed out for me, fighting the paramedics, being forcefully strapped down to that gurney.
I...
I just want to get it out there and hear opinions.
Caps are important to me, in spoken word - sorry.
Up my road, to the left and up that road a little more...there is a railroad track.
A railroad track that my soul mate, was walking along when he endured the cracking impact of a car going 35.
I can envision it, just the way his mother had described it to me.
The shock in his voice as he screamed my name. As he screamed out for me, fighting the paramedics, being forcefully strapped down to that gurney.
I...
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