Submissions by TeenageDirtbag96
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A long-haired freak from the land of Robin Hood...
SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2015 00:40am
19th Oct 2015 00:40am
Finding Myself, Amid Screams of Pain
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 1:12am
11th Oct 2015 1:12am
The Boots of Mankind
In the dirt.
In the concrete.
On the soft earth.
Across the oceans.
Into the sky.
Upon our planet.
On the moon.
Among the stars.
Within creation.
Towards destruction.
In space.
Through time.
Upon matter.
And perception.
On what is 'right'.
As much as 'wrong'.
On the walks of life.
And paths to many ends.
In the minds of the observer.
Upon the hearts of friends.
And the souls of family.
Over the face of a god.
Past the mouth of a devil.
The boots of mankind
erode into all he encounters.
In the concrete.
On the soft earth.
Across the oceans.
Into the sky.
Upon our planet.
On the moon.
Among the stars.
Within creation.
Towards destruction.
In space.
Through time.
Upon matter.
And perception.
On what is 'right'.
As much as 'wrong'.
On the walks of life.
And paths to many ends.
In the minds of the observer.
Upon the hearts of friends.
And the souls of family.
Over the face of a god.
Past the mouth of a devil.
The boots of mankind
erode into all he encounters.
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 1:12am
11th Oct 2015 1:12am
One-Thousand Cranes
There are no cranes adorning my study.
I am alone here, and very afraid of the world.
The first ones are the most difficult.
But hands quickly grow accustomed to the folds.
Muscle memory is a godsend.
There are one-hundred cranes hanging above my desk.
All in one sitting, I brought them into being.
After dinner I return and start making their brothers.
Driven by my wanting, by my lack of so much.
Driven by my keen desire for a wish.
There are two-hundred cranes dangling aside my head.
Closer still, yet oh so far away.
Fatigue sets in...
I am alone here, and very afraid of the world.
The first ones are the most difficult.
But hands quickly grow accustomed to the folds.
Muscle memory is a godsend.
There are one-hundred cranes hanging above my desk.
All in one sitting, I brought them into being.
After dinner I return and start making their brothers.
Driven by my wanting, by my lack of so much.
Driven by my keen desire for a wish.
There are two-hundred cranes dangling aside my head.
Closer still, yet oh so far away.
Fatigue sets in...
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 5:10pm
10th Oct 2015 5:10pm
Headlines
A headline spins:
"HEROES WALK AMONG US!"
And what brave heroes they are.
All gaudy costumes and righteous pummelling.
A city is certainly grateful for protectors as watchful as they.
A headline spins:
"CRIME IS DOWN, NEW YORK A PARADISE"
Truly, our stoic defenders make it so.
Ideal role models for the younger generation.
Icons for any and all who wish to be 'good men'.
A headline spins:
"WAR IN EUROPE IS ENDED! SURRENDER IS UNCONDITIONAL!"
Oh, what a time to be alive.
Oh, how the times have begun to...
"HEROES WALK AMONG US!"
And what brave heroes they are.
All gaudy costumes and righteous pummelling.
A city is certainly grateful for protectors as watchful as they.
A headline spins:
"CRIME IS DOWN, NEW YORK A PARADISE"
Truly, our stoic defenders make it so.
Ideal role models for the younger generation.
Icons for any and all who wish to be 'good men'.
A headline spins:
"WAR IN EUROPE IS ENDED! SURRENDER IS UNCONDITIONAL!"
Oh, what a time to be alive.
Oh, how the times have begun to...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 5:09pm
10th Oct 2015 5:09pm
Ode to Teacher
This is for the teachers,
For the preachers,
Of knowledge and development,
For the mentors
In their centers
Of learning and of growth.
This is for those who could see
Something worth nourishing in me,
Even when I'd given up on myself.
This is for those who cared,
Even when defiant teeth I bared
Against the very system that they work within.
This is for the ones who put up with my shit,
And the scathing comments that I called 'wit',
And did more for me than I could have possibly imagined.
This is for those who inspired,...
For the preachers,
Of knowledge and development,
For the mentors
In their centers
Of learning and of growth.
This is for those who could see
Something worth nourishing in me,
Even when I'd given up on myself.
This is for those who cared,
Even when defiant teeth I bared
Against the very system that they work within.
This is for the ones who put up with my shit,
And the scathing comments that I called 'wit',
And did more for me than I could have possibly imagined.
This is for those who inspired,...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 2:21am
10th Oct 2015 2:21am
The Moon's Gone Away
It's black.
Freezing.
Fingers type numb and my feet only exist every other moment.
I am arrested by the lights.
Those small, persisting spots.
And the wondrous thing that is slowly swallowed out of my view.
And I think of how fleeting it can all be.
How easily, passively that orb was taken.
How I watched curiously.
How I could only watch.
Oh, how things change.
Oh, how things disappear.
Oh, how I cling to this last sliver of silver.
Stay with me.
I don't want to be alone.
At least might I sleep a while?
So as to avoid being...
Freezing.
Fingers type numb and my feet only exist every other moment.
I am arrested by the lights.
Those small, persisting spots.
And the wondrous thing that is slowly swallowed out of my view.
And I think of how fleeting it can all be.
How easily, passively that orb was taken.
How I watched curiously.
How I could only watch.
Oh, how things change.
Oh, how things disappear.
Oh, how I cling to this last sliver of silver.
Stay with me.
I don't want to be alone.
At least might I sleep a while?
So as to avoid being...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 2:20am
10th Oct 2015 2:20am
Her Ghost Haunts Me Still
Moonless midnight hangs o'er all this hour,
Cruel reflection of my life.
Emptiness is burned into the fibres of my being,
Pitch sky reminds me of that.
T'was not always so, nay, once there was something,
Gave me purpose, gave me joy.
'Til I drove her away with my foolish ways,
And yet, her ghost haunts me still.
She was a celestial creature, a thing of my dreams,
All that I could e'er want.
Far more than deserved, a sign of what was to come,
Still I fell, so mesmerised.
Too good, it couldn't be true, wasn't our fate,
I fought reason...
Cruel reflection of my life.
Emptiness is burned into the fibres of my being,
Pitch sky reminds me of that.
T'was not always so, nay, once there was something,
Gave me purpose, gave me joy.
'Til I drove her away with my foolish ways,
And yet, her ghost haunts me still.
She was a celestial creature, a thing of my dreams,
All that I could e'er want.
Far more than deserved, a sign of what was to come,
Still I fell, so mesmerised.
Too good, it couldn't be true, wasn't our fate,
I fought reason...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 5:58pm
9th Oct 2015 5:58pm
An Argument Between Friends
Just a disagreement.
A difference of opinion.
Between dear friends.
That's how it always starts.
Doesn't end quite so easily.
If only it did.
First we need to get irritated.
Get under our skins.
Then start seeing red.
Before we know it we're
At each other's throats.
Utter madness that
We
Can
Be
Torn
To
Pieces
By any such simple disagreement.
And fucking tragic.
Because I'm the one in tears.
Makes me hate you that
You're not the same.
Are you the same?
I bet you're just the same.
Just as hurt....
A difference of opinion.
Between dear friends.
That's how it always starts.
Doesn't end quite so easily.
If only it did.
First we need to get irritated.
Get under our skins.
Then start seeing red.
Before we know it we're
At each other's throats.
Utter madness that
We
Can
Be
Torn
To
Pieces
By any such simple disagreement.
And fucking tragic.
Because I'm the one in tears.
Makes me hate you that
You're not the same.
Are you the same?
I bet you're just the same.
Just as hurt....
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 5:57pm
9th Oct 2015 5:57pm
On Love
I need to stop 'needing' romance and start focusing on loving others instead.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 10:29pm
8th Oct 2015 10:29pm
A Cry for Help
All I've wanted,
For the last five months,
Is to hug someone
And have them hug me back,
Without them having an obligation.
For the last five months,
Is to hug someone
And have them hug me back,
Without them having an obligation.
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