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
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th May 2012 7:11pm
15th May 2012 7:11pm
The Journey
Drive your ego like a Harley:
Sit far back, hold grips real gnarly,
Zoom on like Billy and Charlie -
Thank you Shulgins and Bob Marley.
Egos don't like meeting death,
They'll up the anti and spit out an F -
When you let the ego make your choices
It will shout down all your inner voices.
So grab the reins or handle-bars,
Then over-take those front-drive cars -
And don't forget this contemplation:
It's the journey that counts, not the destination.
Sit far back, hold grips real gnarly,
Zoom on like Billy and Charlie -
Thank you Shulgins and Bob Marley.
Egos don't like meeting death,
They'll up the anti and spit out an F -
When you let the ego make your choices
It will shout down all your inner voices.
So grab the reins or handle-bars,
Then over-take those front-drive cars -
And don't forget this contemplation:
It's the journey that counts, not the destination.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2012 7:08pm
15th May 2012 7:08pm
Bipolar BLues
The middle is a mystery
It's somewhere I've not been
It's not at either end of me
It's some place in-between.
The middle is a default zone
It's where most people are
It's where the soul feels most at home
From here, it's very far.
It's somewhere I've not been
It's not at either end of me
It's some place in-between.
The middle is a default zone
It's where most people are
It's where the soul feels most at home
From here, it's very far.
699 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2012 00:39am
15th May 2012 00:39am
EXIT
The Book of Lies, Book of the Dead,
The Book of Everything, I've read
The words, and drowned in disbelief:
Exit existence like a cheated thief.
So this is what is meant by evil:
Knowing hell is other people.
Working, talking, playing, screwing -
Nothing, ever, is worth doing.
The Book of Everything, I've read
The words, and drowned in disbelief:
Exit existence like a cheated thief.
So this is what is meant by evil:
Knowing hell is other people.
Working, talking, playing, screwing -
Nothing, ever, is worth doing.
747 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2012 00:32am
15th May 2012 00:32am
The Longing
Long time ago you found a key
Which opened up my hidden door,
But though you broke the spell on me
You never come back any more,
And all that's left are photographs
Forgotten in some dusty drawer.
Long years have seen my tortured gaze
Steam like hot blood on your bright snow,
But though I've lost you in this maze
Still see your face in my window,
And long to play that secret game
Of lifting masks with you again.
Which opened up my hidden door,
But though you broke the spell on me
You never come back any more,
And all that's left are photographs
Forgotten in some dusty drawer.
Long years have seen my tortured gaze
Steam like hot blood on your bright snow,
But though I've lost you in this maze
Still see your face in my window,
And long to play that secret game
Of lifting masks with you again.
521 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2012 4:35pm
14th May 2012 4:35pm
Questions from the Dark
What dark designs does destiny deign dearly to deliver?
Do all who hide in my shadow still crawl along and shiver?
What deep desires could make your eyes cry blood and body quiver?
Could it involve a trickster come to sell you down the river?
Think hard: do all you count as friends play truthfully and fairly?
Or do shards of unjust hate attack you in the face full squarely?
What keeps your inner fire alive, alight - do you yet dare me?
Relax: these days I invoke chaos magic oh so rarely...
Do all who hide in my shadow still crawl along and shiver?
What deep desires could make your eyes cry blood and body quiver?
Could it involve a trickster come to sell you down the river?
Think hard: do all you count as friends play truthfully and fairly?
Or do shards of unjust hate attack you in the face full squarely?
What keeps your inner fire alive, alight - do you yet dare me?
Relax: these days I invoke chaos magic oh so rarely...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2012 4:31pm
14th May 2012 4:31pm
Drumming in the Deep
Something that you said
Keeps circling round my head
Like leaves caught by a breeze.
You slam your angry door -
Cry: don't come back no more
As cars fly past beep beep.
I've lost the will to sleep:
Hear drumming in the deep,
A drum roll for a thief.
While waiting in your street
Earth quakes beneath my feet,
Night falls, I hear you weep.
My shadow’s on your floor -
Your jewels turn to straw
'Cause nothing is for keeps.
The new Moon lights the trail -
Feel: gust become a gale
As night begins to pale....
Keeps circling round my head
Like leaves caught by a breeze.
You slam your angry door -
Cry: don't come back no more
As cars fly past beep beep.
I've lost the will to sleep:
Hear drumming in the deep,
A drum roll for a thief.
While waiting in your street
Earth quakes beneath my feet,
Night falls, I hear you weep.
My shadow’s on your floor -
Your jewels turn to straw
'Cause nothing is for keeps.
The new Moon lights the trail -
Feel: gust become a gale
As night begins to pale....
645 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th May 2012 10:47pm
13th May 2012 10:47pm
It's A Wrap
your need to be freed
from the greed of your deed
is the seed you should feed
when you bleed as agreed
as the wheel does its peel
and you feel nothing's real
you just steal someone's meal
when the deal was to heal
but you chuck as you suck
muck it up, up it fuck
- life's got stuck, got no luck -
you're a schmuck like old Puck
from the greed of your deed
is the seed you should feed
when you bleed as agreed
as the wheel does its peel
and you feel nothing's real
you just steal someone's meal
when the deal was to heal
but you chuck as you suck
muck it up, up it fuck
- life's got stuck, got no luck -
you're a schmuck like old Puck
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th May 2012 10:45pm
13th May 2012 10:45pm
who Drugged My Trip?
I just planned to fly up high
not go past the end of sky
but when I got there
I knew nothing
about how to hit the brake
now I'm hoping to descend
if this journey ever ends
and when I get home
I'll know something
about how to be awake
not go past the end of sky
but when I got there
I knew nothing
about how to hit the brake
now I'm hoping to descend
if this journey ever ends
and when I get home
I'll know something
about how to be awake
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th May 2012 2:43pm
13th May 2012 2:43pm
The Impostor
Chemical addiction
Is an escapist affliction
It can codify your diction
And condition what you do.
To heal your freezing soul
Is a real goal, not a fiction,
It will modify with friction
The impostor who is you.
Is an escapist affliction
It can codify your diction
And condition what you do.
To heal your freezing soul
Is a real goal, not a fiction,
It will modify with friction
The impostor who is you.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th May 2012 2:38pm
13th May 2012 2:38pm
Frame Surfing
looking from outside it all
its seems like I'm plunging
fast freefall
through a wraparound movie
moving me about
out to where the inside's turning inside out
out where outsiders battle with
the outrage at the rage within
it's well past time to offer gifts of pity
i've reached the last outpost at the end of history
i'm at the gatehouse of Hell's night-cloaked city
where the future is known, and the past is a mystery
find the portal, make your move
take that path you feel unearthing
split time-space, vacate your groove...
its seems like I'm plunging
fast freefall
through a wraparound movie
moving me about
out to where the inside's turning inside out
out where outsiders battle with
the outrage at the rage within
it's well past time to offer gifts of pity
i've reached the last outpost at the end of history
i'm at the gatehouse of Hell's night-cloaked city
where the future is known, and the past is a mystery
find the portal, make your move
take that path you feel unearthing
split time-space, vacate your groove...
606 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2012 00:50am
12th May 2012 00:50am
Change
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
663 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2012 00:33am
12th May 2012 00:33am
The Chalice of Choice
Existence is wondrous, the chalice of choice
Has made gods out of beasts, so let’s all shout rejoice’!
Believe this and life’s brutal trap’s got you caught,
Because science shows choices come well before thought.
Categorization as winner or loser
Is unlinked to your belief you are a chooser;
Events unfold patterns of physical laws -
The illusion of free will is theirs, and all yours.
Our awareness of making up our mind’s a tale -
A story we tell ourselves, succeed or fail;
From galaxies down to the last superstring
We are all clockwork...
Has made gods out of beasts, so let’s all shout rejoice’!
Believe this and life’s brutal trap’s got you caught,
Because science shows choices come well before thought.
Categorization as winner or loser
Is unlinked to your belief you are a chooser;
Events unfold patterns of physical laws -
The illusion of free will is theirs, and all yours.
Our awareness of making up our mind’s a tale -
A story we tell ourselves, succeed or fail;
From galaxies down to the last superstring
We are all clockwork...
592 reads
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