Submissions by TheBrokenBard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Without self expression there is no reason to be here.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 1:12am
24th Jan 2016 1:12am
Voyeur
They are driven by passion
Their eyes, feeding on the world.
Their passion of the flesh, burning within them. The passion for money. The passion for respect. Spoken like a true politician they whisper sweet nothings. They are animals. Attaining what they want. They are the rise.
They are the fall.
And I am but a voyeur.
I feel no passion.
Nothing eats at my mind.
Begging to be had.
Begging to be free.
I keep it all at bay.
Never to release.
Because I dread the day that I will have to face the inner beast.
Their eyes, feeding on the world.
Their passion of the flesh, burning within them. The passion for money. The passion for respect. Spoken like a true politician they whisper sweet nothings. They are animals. Attaining what they want. They are the rise.
They are the fall.
And I am but a voyeur.
I feel no passion.
Nothing eats at my mind.
Begging to be had.
Begging to be free.
I keep it all at bay.
Never to release.
Because I dread the day that I will have to face the inner beast.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 1:48am
4th Feb 2015 1:48am
Paper Heart
I open up my paper heart, and write a couple words. Words that turn into sentences into paragraphs into stories. And when I fill up every page of mine, I write words in smaller between my every line and my stories form a book. A book that’s weighed down by ink and flesh and every fresh pulse of blood is another line misunderstood, so I’ll keep it to myself, another book collecting dust on a shelf made of bones, reminding me that no one will ever care to read. Yet still, all the time I want to write… write some more. But I don’t want another chapter. Don’t want a sequel or an epilogue. But...
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Dec 2014 7:43pm
16th Dec 2014 7:43pm
When The World Is Left Alone
Angels lie before the morgue
Burned the silken garments that they wore
Rain falls down with faded eyes
We’re sending praise to the ashen skies
Stripped of all the innocence
For life’s a game that makes no sense
Listen close to a tragic tale
Reminding all, a familiar hell
Poor man whisper as he fades
A lowly sin and a masquerade
Gamblers stretched out on the floor
Lost it all, they have no more
Withered roses on the ground
Calling out, but make no sound
A hero dreams of a better tale
But it only reminds of the familiar hell...
Burned the silken garments that they wore
Rain falls down with faded eyes
We’re sending praise to the ashen skies
Stripped of all the innocence
For life’s a game that makes no sense
Listen close to a tragic tale
Reminding all, a familiar hell
Poor man whisper as he fades
A lowly sin and a masquerade
Gamblers stretched out on the floor
Lost it all, they have no more
Withered roses on the ground
Calling out, but make no sound
A hero dreams of a better tale
But it only reminds of the familiar hell...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 11:18pm
23rd Oct 2014 11:18pm
Underneath my skin
Underneath my skin
There is a demon in my bones
A vision of hell inside my mind
And there's an angel in my home
The sizzle, the pop, burning perfect flesh
The smell of corruption
Rotten, evil, sweet and fresh
My talons grow
Eager to rip through the dead
Then I lapse back into sanity
It was all inside my head.
There is a demon in my bones
A vision of hell inside my mind
And there's an angel in my home
The sizzle, the pop, burning perfect flesh
The smell of corruption
Rotten, evil, sweet and fresh
My talons grow
Eager to rip through the dead
Then I lapse back into sanity
It was all inside my head.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 10:41pm
22nd Oct 2014 10:41pm
Cornerstones
Whisper through a megaphone
The air is still and time is gone
Yeah he
He waits alone
Half cracked skull and brittle bones
Listen for the haunting tones
Yeah she
Already gone
Sinners, winners, all the same
Break your soul then sell your name
Yeah life
Is passing by
Stuff your throat with half stale bread
Tuck yourself in and burn your bed
Yeah, fire
Is burning out
Stepping out on broken glass
Storms will come and storms will pass
Yeah its...
Not too late...
The air is still and time is gone
Yeah he
He waits alone
Half cracked skull and brittle bones
Listen for the haunting tones
Yeah she
Already gone
Sinners, winners, all the same
Break your soul then sell your name
Yeah life
Is passing by
Stuff your throat with half stale bread
Tuck yourself in and burn your bed
Yeah, fire
Is burning out
Stepping out on broken glass
Storms will come and storms will pass
Yeah its...
Not too late...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Oct 2014 00:07am
18th Oct 2014 00:07am
Bill Granger, the Greedy Ass Politician From Utah
Bill Granger eats baby dolphins for breakfast by morning, and sells faulty Special Ed buses to low-income schools by lunch time. Bill Granger is an asshole from Hell who rips nursing babies from the teet of their mother's breasts and sucks on them in their stead. Bill Granger murdered my brother for a crooked ass coin they simultaneously spotted on the street when my brother called dibs. He called it, and Bill Granger shot his ass dead.
Bill Granger has to die.
Bill Granger has to die.
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 4:07am
14th Mar 2014 4:07am
Being Alien
Turning off her bedroom light
She sits, she crys
Like every night
She's an alien
He walks down an empty street
he looks, around
No one to meet
he's an alien
they're an alien
she looks out the window pane
a slight reflection half insane
he walks within the freezing rain
the fridgid air, it numbs the pain
of being alien
the rain pours down like her teary eyes
he sings his heart out to the night
hearing his soul's heart outside
she looks, and sees to her suprise
it's an alien ...
She sits, she crys
Like every night
She's an alien
He walks down an empty street
he looks, around
No one to meet
he's an alien
they're an alien
she looks out the window pane
a slight reflection half insane
he walks within the freezing rain
the fridgid air, it numbs the pain
of being alien
the rain pours down like her teary eyes
he sings his heart out to the night
hearing his soul's heart outside
she looks, and sees to her suprise
it's an alien ...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 3:40am
14th Mar 2014 3:40am
What looks back
I look inside a mirror and a ghost is staring back at me
Its hard to see but if I try will the world just throw it back at me
I'm actually
Just another one at the academy
You're mad at me
This life is tearing at my hearts anatomy
Actually
I don't want an apology
It's too far gone for me
To see the way our lives we live in harmony
This world is harming me
Reality
Nearing over capacity
The center of our gravity
The calling of our tragedy
I'm losing my morality
Casually
This pain escapes gradually
With this...
Its hard to see but if I try will the world just throw it back at me
I'm actually
Just another one at the academy
You're mad at me
This life is tearing at my hearts anatomy
Actually
I don't want an apology
It's too far gone for me
To see the way our lives we live in harmony
This world is harming me
Reality
Nearing over capacity
The center of our gravity
The calling of our tragedy
I'm losing my morality
Casually
This pain escapes gradually
With this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 2:57am
13th Mar 2014 2:57am
Doubt
The world...
Shaking to the core
The sea...
Pounding at the shore
The ground...
Shaking at my feet
The sky...
where troubled angels meet
The stars...
Falling down to earth
Tell me brother...
What is it all worth.
Shaking to the core
The sea...
Pounding at the shore
The ground...
Shaking at my feet
The sky...
where troubled angels meet
The stars...
Falling down to earth
Tell me brother...
What is it all worth.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 2:47am
13th Mar 2014 2:47am
Under the Avalanche
Never dreaming
Sleepless Nights
The world swallows me
I've strayed from all the lights
Where does the black road end
This thing I'll never know
I fight the bitter cold
But buried in an avalanche of snow
I never seen a shooting star
So I just used the sun instead
I can't believe my only friends
Are the ones inside my head
Sleepless Nights
The world swallows me
I've strayed from all the lights
Where does the black road end
This thing I'll never know
I fight the bitter cold
But buried in an avalanche of snow
I never seen a shooting star
So I just used the sun instead
I can't believe my only friends
Are the ones inside my head
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 1:00am
12th Mar 2014 1:00am
The Broken Bard
Help me send away the demons
Tell me it's alright
It's been so long since the moon has come
Sick of this everlasting night
I can't see the edge of reality
Nothing is what it seems
I can't trust my own advice
I can't even trust my dreams
To know that I'm alone in time
Maybe for a second I can escape
I don't want to be a product of a broken world
That molds my every shape
I just wish for an ounce of happiness
To know my demons are gone
I'm just a broken bard singing to stars
With the tune of a broken song
Tell me it's alright
It's been so long since the moon has come
Sick of this everlasting night
I can't see the edge of reality
Nothing is what it seems
I can't trust my own advice
I can't even trust my dreams
To know that I'm alone in time
Maybe for a second I can escape
I don't want to be a product of a broken world
That molds my every shape
I just wish for an ounce of happiness
To know my demons are gone
I'm just a broken bard singing to stars
With the tune of a broken song
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Mar 2014 00:52am
12th Mar 2014 00:52am
Anna Lee pt.1 American Tragedy
Daddy,
I just wanted to write and say
that I am doing good
they are trying to say that mom is crazy
but she's just misunderstood
I found a nice new trick for blankets
I just use my dirty clothes
I can no longer wear the shoes you gave me
They started bending back my toes
But you don't have to worry
I found some others in the alley
right where mama gets her medicine
but the shoes are marked with the name Gabby
I have to go soon, Daddy
Uncle Ted wants me to shower
I don't like it when he watches though ...
I just wanted to write and say
that I am doing good
they are trying to say that mom is crazy
but she's just misunderstood
I found a nice new trick for blankets
I just use my dirty clothes
I can no longer wear the shoes you gave me
They started bending back my toes
But you don't have to worry
I found some others in the alley
right where mama gets her medicine
but the shoes are marked with the name Gabby
I have to go soon, Daddy
Uncle Ted wants me to shower
I don't like it when he watches though ...
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