Submissions by SpecialK
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Deep Thinker. I bleed words to paper to breathe life into these thoughts. Abundantly Articulate. The combination creates much beauty.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 1:24am
1st Jun 2012 1:24am
Rotting Apples
Selfish glee and ignorant minds
flatulent pride excreting monotomy
driven by greed and comfortably insignificant
your dirty footprints all over the carpet
happily dumb
conform without question
sans authenticity
copies of copies
eating the lies like cereal
plasticine american dream
blinded by the illusive dellusion
counting stars while I'm counting sheep
flatulent pride excreting monotomy
driven by greed and comfortably insignificant
your dirty footprints all over the carpet
happily dumb
conform without question
sans authenticity
copies of copies
eating the lies like cereal
plasticine american dream
blinded by the illusive dellusion
counting stars while I'm counting sheep
601 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st May 2012 3:56pm
31st May 2012 3:56pm
White Lies
Riddled with shame and garnished with pain,
I'm drowning in this putrid disease.
Being the architect of my own demise,
the deep self loathe comes as no surprise.
Line by line, I write my obituary,
decaying from within,
the cracks begin to show.
Facades that fit adorn my wall.
My crown of shit, I hope you never behold.
Desperately trying to maintain my sane,
I've become another statistic
and have only myself to blame...
I'm drowning in this putrid disease.
Being the architect of my own demise,
the deep self loathe comes as no surprise.
Line by line, I write my obituary,
decaying from within,
the cracks begin to show.
Facades that fit adorn my wall.
My crown of shit, I hope you never behold.
Desperately trying to maintain my sane,
I've become another statistic
and have only myself to blame...
784 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2012 3:32pm
31st May 2012 3:32pm
Further up the spiral
Tatse the ebb and flow of words,
non-chalantly dripping off your tongue.
Seperating skin.
Paving the way for crimson rythms to flow,
to run dark stains down your intellect
and challenge the 'forbidden' hemisphere of your brain.
But it would be a sin
not to give in.
Not to let this fickle moment of euphoria
take you up and swallow you whole.
Steel flow.
Thick and slow...
through my veins.
Forming callouses on my fingetips.
...
non-chalantly dripping off your tongue.
Seperating skin.
Paving the way for crimson rythms to flow,
to run dark stains down your intellect
and challenge the 'forbidden' hemisphere of your brain.
But it would be a sin
not to give in.
Not to let this fickle moment of euphoria
take you up and swallow you whole.
Steel flow.
Thick and slow...
through my veins.
Forming callouses on my fingetips.
...
539 reads
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