Submissions by TheNewImpostor
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Never sat down to write a poem ever - they just bubble up from my unconscious mind, and I have to write them down to make them shut the fuck up
SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Aug 2012 4:56pm
4th Aug 2012 4:56pm
Song-Poems
I prefer poems that rhyme
I guess that is what makes them songs
And I also prefer poems with drum-like rhythms
Where the words don't seem to fall awkwardly over each other, and stuff
Yeah
I guess that is what makes them songs
And I also prefer poems with drum-like rhythms
Where the words don't seem to fall awkwardly over each other, and stuff
Yeah
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 4:22pm
4th Aug 2012 4:22pm
Cravings
Steel resistance
Real persistent
Still insistent I can change
But inconsistent
Thoughts can instance
Relapsed acts beyond my range
Urges pester
Hurt dreams fester
Irksome yesterdays remain
Yet I still guess the
Thoughts so messed are
Grave cravings for absent stain
Real persistent
Still insistent I can change
But inconsistent
Thoughts can instance
Relapsed acts beyond my range
Urges pester
Hurt dreams fester
Irksome yesterdays remain
Yet I still guess the
Thoughts so messed are
Grave cravings for absent stain
1078 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2012 8:04pm
30th Jun 2012 8:04pm
The House
The bells keep on chiming
But I’ve lost my timing
My words feel like miming
And not some sublime thing
The rain weeps by falling
Dark voices are calling
As my thoughts start stalling
Over some beast crawling
So take your eyes away
If you blink you must stay
In night-land with no day
So run off and go play
Don’t follow what I know
It’s not some fake dream-show
But some place where freaks go:
The house of Dementico
But I’ve lost my timing
My words feel like miming
And not some sublime thing
The rain weeps by falling
Dark voices are calling
As my thoughts start stalling
Over some beast crawling
So take your eyes away
If you blink you must stay
In night-land with no day
So run off and go play
Don’t follow what I know
It’s not some fake dream-show
But some place where freaks go:
The house of Dementico
699 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 2:15pm
28th Jun 2012 2:15pm
Cloud
Kept secrets of the past, denied
That was me, my brains were fried;
Faces merge within the crowd
That one’s me, up on the cloud.
Your face rings bells, were you my lover?
Or is that something I’ll discover?
This place feels strange, like déjà vu
Or is that stuff I’ve yet to do?
I don’t hide things, but they do get lost,
I don’t buy rings, but still pay the cost;
This place is mine, you’ll find me here
Within walls of love built from bricks of fear.
Whenever I’m backed into a corner
I always lie, it’s the way I mourn; their...
That was me, my brains were fried;
Faces merge within the crowd
That one’s me, up on the cloud.
Your face rings bells, were you my lover?
Or is that something I’ll discover?
This place feels strange, like déjà vu
Or is that stuff I’ve yet to do?
I don’t hide things, but they do get lost,
I don’t buy rings, but still pay the cost;
This place is mine, you’ll find me here
Within walls of love built from bricks of fear.
Whenever I’m backed into a corner
I always lie, it’s the way I mourn; their...
686 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 1:53pm
28th Jun 2012 1:53pm
f**k it All
Fate, the ugly bitch and bastard,
Hides behind the cloak of destiny,
While privately in glee from garmonbozia
Boasts their hands did alter things once free.
Free will, the hoped-for god of intellectuals;
Causality, the god of science and its sons -
Be still, these gods are false like all those worshipped shitbags,
Quality was sacrificed for this joke of mine:
A broken sign deliberately bereft of rhyme.
Hides behind the cloak of destiny,
While privately in glee from garmonbozia
Boasts their hands did alter things once free.
Free will, the hoped-for god of intellectuals;
Causality, the god of science and its sons -
Be still, these gods are false like all those worshipped shitbags,
Quality was sacrificed for this joke of mine:
A broken sign deliberately bereft of rhyme.
1197 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 7:39pm
10th Jun 2012 7:39pm
The Secret
The Secret is much more than just a thing that you can’t say
It’s a burden and a freedom, and a jagged broken link
The Secret is so special that it can’t be washed away
It’s a critical deception, so much more than you might think.
The Secret can be kept by more than kings, liars and fools
You don’t need a plan or goal, or any special kind of tools
It eats into your soul, and from the centre to the edge
The Secret is an everlasting fire-burning pledge.
But when you have the Secret and life lets you fall in love
The person who you love may want to...
It’s a burden and a freedom, and a jagged broken link
The Secret is so special that it can’t be washed away
It’s a critical deception, so much more than you might think.
The Secret can be kept by more than kings, liars and fools
You don’t need a plan or goal, or any special kind of tools
It eats into your soul, and from the centre to the edge
The Secret is an everlasting fire-burning pledge.
But when you have the Secret and life lets you fall in love
The person who you love may want to...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 2:16pm
10th Jun 2012 2:16pm
Living the Lie
Life’s a gas
She shows you shots of heaven
So you know how well gods shine
Then she kicks you up the arse
And tells you your love is a crime
That your life amounts to nothing but a foolish fucking farce
Life’s a grass
It grows so green and shiny
That we think that it’s our path
When secretly it’s slimy
And it’s dark and full of wrath
And doesn’t care if we are pushed to cry or pulled to fucking laugh
Life’s a mess
It shows the flowers blooming
But hides the shit behind the Sun
And hopes the blaze will gloom the glow...
She shows you shots of heaven
So you know how well gods shine
Then she kicks you up the arse
And tells you your love is a crime
That your life amounts to nothing but a foolish fucking farce
Life’s a grass
It grows so green and shiny
That we think that it’s our path
When secretly it’s slimy
And it’s dark and full of wrath
And doesn’t care if we are pushed to cry or pulled to fucking laugh
Life’s a mess
It shows the flowers blooming
But hides the shit behind the Sun
And hopes the blaze will gloom the glow...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 2:30pm
8th Jun 2012 2:30pm
Cage
been sinking so fast I just passed a stone,
been hurting so much my laugh killed a moan,
and though I am nought I now have a throne,
not something I sought just a cage I call home
been hurting so much my laugh killed a moan,
and though I am nought I now have a throne,
not something I sought just a cage I call home
631 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 2:07pm
6th Jun 2012 2:07pm
Drug Love
The only time I ever feel love
Is when I take some fucking drug
It fills me with a sunny glow
And makes the empty coldness go
And thru my life I sought this love
In other people, sis or bruv
But all they had was fool’s gold
Drugs are my love now I am old
Is when I take some fucking drug
It fills me with a sunny glow
And makes the empty coldness go
And thru my life I sought this love
In other people, sis or bruv
But all they had was fool’s gold
Drugs are my love now I am old
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 1:50pm
6th Jun 2012 1:50pm
Maze
I was born in a maze
Spent my life running round the maze
Found some places to rest and to raise
Found some spaces to be best and to blaze
Now I’ve found the centre of the maze
Where the grand orchestra plays
And where I get my prize for these days
Here lies the entrance to the maze
Spent my life running round the maze
Found some places to rest and to raise
Found some spaces to be best and to blaze
Now I’ve found the centre of the maze
Where the grand orchestra plays
And where I get my prize for these days
Here lies the entrance to the maze
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 00:33am
5th Jun 2012 00:33am
Testosterone Blues
the sexual urge is a torturous curse
don't make your life better, makes everything worse
I'll be doing my thing and enjoying my day
when it springs up from nowhere and won't go away
like, I walk down the street just content in myself
when along come's a bod oozing sexual stealth
and though I know without doubt that their charms are a farce
my head still turns round to check out their arse
love's not about grinding
I don't want to cum
for I have become a testosterone bum
so if you don't like lusting
and use drugs to un-screw
then...
don't make your life better, makes everything worse
I'll be doing my thing and enjoying my day
when it springs up from nowhere and won't go away
like, I walk down the street just content in myself
when along come's a bod oozing sexual stealth
and though I know without doubt that their charms are a farce
my head still turns round to check out their arse
love's not about grinding
I don't want to cum
for I have become a testosterone bum
so if you don't like lusting
and use drugs to un-screw
then...
778 reads
1 Comment
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