Submissions by TheTaplow (RSA)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just another one
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2015 6:13pm
18th Jul 2015 6:13pm
Used To Be
The texting, the talking, the phone calls,
would it kill us to do them over
and over again
without losing interest in one another?
The flirting, the blushing, the giggling,
what would it cost us
to keep them as constant
as day and night
without doubting each other's might?
The kissing, the touching, the mingling,
why is it fading?
We used to love it,
now we getting used to loving it
so much now that it feels useless
We used to fall asleep
in each other's arms,
now we losing grip of each other's palms.
...
would it kill us to do them over
and over again
without losing interest in one another?
The flirting, the blushing, the giggling,
what would it cost us
to keep them as constant
as day and night
without doubting each other's might?
The kissing, the touching, the mingling,
why is it fading?
We used to love it,
now we getting used to loving it
so much now that it feels useless
We used to fall asleep
in each other's arms,
now we losing grip of each other's palms.
...
651 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2015 7:22pm
12th Jul 2015 7:22pm
Short Memories
Why make promises of the future
when it's not even garanteed?
Why create memories with the love of your life
when you know later they'll be forgotten?
How do you even call them the love of your life
when you barely know what life has in store for you?
It's all a one moment thing that fades with trends,
comes with seasons and changes with moods.
It's data that can be stored and erased anytime,
like formatting a hard drive full of memorable pictures,
with no back-up...no reset.
Love is one thing on its own,
falling inlove is another,...
when it's not even garanteed?
Why create memories with the love of your life
when you know later they'll be forgotten?
How do you even call them the love of your life
when you barely know what life has in store for you?
It's all a one moment thing that fades with trends,
comes with seasons and changes with moods.
It's data that can be stored and erased anytime,
like formatting a hard drive full of memorable pictures,
with no back-up...no reset.
Love is one thing on its own,
falling inlove is another,...
719 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 9:01pm
31st Mar 2015 9:01pm
Under Freed
Eyes blurry, lips dry, tongue white and teeth grinding,
Like Jack in Titanic dying with frozen emotions
But eyes burning and I mean burn as bleed
And I mean bleed as the red sea,
As eyes bleed in need of eye-drops
As I cry my eyes out
but ice drops drip and melt on the grounds
where I stand firm as my feet burn from this hell I call
earth
Where wolves wear wool over fur
And snakes are reffered to as people by birth.
Where crime crosses rivers of ash waters, cold coals
and liquid flames,
And disguise itself as a crime with no charge...
Like Jack in Titanic dying with frozen emotions
But eyes burning and I mean burn as bleed
And I mean bleed as the red sea,
As eyes bleed in need of eye-drops
As I cry my eyes out
but ice drops drip and melt on the grounds
where I stand firm as my feet burn from this hell I call
earth
Where wolves wear wool over fur
And snakes are reffered to as people by birth.
Where crime crosses rivers of ash waters, cold coals
and liquid flames,
And disguise itself as a crime with no charge...
722 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 9:26am
22nd Mar 2015 9:26am
Written
I'm going to write something.
It might sound like a poem
like a rap like a song
by the flow or the tempo or rythm of its movement
from tongue to brain or words to eyes
and truly no lies or honesty in disguise
like parasites who want a bigger slice of your bread
or the bigger side of the bed
like they were there as helping hands
or with help in their hands
when you made it happen,
hence they misuse it like they do with what we write
or recite or decide to share
because we care to bless their souls
and bring peace to their...
It might sound like a poem
like a rap like a song
by the flow or the tempo or rythm of its movement
from tongue to brain or words to eyes
and truly no lies or honesty in disguise
like parasites who want a bigger slice of your bread
or the bigger side of the bed
like they were there as helping hands
or with help in their hands
when you made it happen,
hence they misuse it like they do with what we write
or recite or decide to share
because we care to bless their souls
and bring peace to their...
668 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 9:13am
22nd Mar 2015 9:13am
He Was A Brother
I was 10years when he was 18. I had him by my side
all the time coz he was my only brother,
a friend and he inspired me.
I always feared to ask but I always wondered
how this nigga makes money on a regular,
he always had fresh new sneakers piled in boxes in his cupboard.
He always had the cupboard locked up and kept the key in his pocket.
I always promised
not to get any close to that cupboard or anything in it.
He kept the garden clean
and took out trash everyday
but the trash truck only came once a week.
Every morning the trash...
all the time coz he was my only brother,
a friend and he inspired me.
I always feared to ask but I always wondered
how this nigga makes money on a regular,
he always had fresh new sneakers piled in boxes in his cupboard.
He always had the cupboard locked up and kept the key in his pocket.
I always promised
not to get any close to that cupboard or anything in it.
He kept the garden clean
and took out trash everyday
but the trash truck only came once a week.
Every morning the trash...
791 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 5:20pm
8th Mar 2015 5:20pm
Dreams Over Dreams
What you want to have is what you wish for
And what you want to be is what you live for,
Because hope is a goal and faith is a dream
But a dream can only be real if you believe.
You thought you had a dream when you dreamt last night
But that might just be what your mind wants in life
As a mark of existence or a sample of success
For example, getting a daily taste of your fortune in form of a daydream
Or your future wife in a wet dream
Or your future salary in a fantasy
Of which is a benefit for optimistics
Because they can buy riches from any...
And what you want to be is what you live for,
Because hope is a goal and faith is a dream
But a dream can only be real if you believe.
You thought you had a dream when you dreamt last night
But that might just be what your mind wants in life
As a mark of existence or a sample of success
For example, getting a daily taste of your fortune in form of a daydream
Or your future wife in a wet dream
Or your future salary in a fantasy
Of which is a benefit for optimistics
Because they can buy riches from any...
696 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 9:59am
4th Mar 2015 9:59am
Justice Ignored
What are we to a planet
that has no shame?
A place where one word in a verse is believed
to make the world change
regardless of who said it and why
while we the so called citizens are sitting losing patience
with our minds imprisoned
by the government
for the same reason why aliens wont pay us a visit.
We want answers,
explanations on why our forefathers are held in detention
for claiming their pension,
why our leaders are kept in custody
for fighting for development of the country.
Why do we have to be held back behind the bad...
that has no shame?
A place where one word in a verse is believed
to make the world change
regardless of who said it and why
while we the so called citizens are sitting losing patience
with our minds imprisoned
by the government
for the same reason why aliens wont pay us a visit.
We want answers,
explanations on why our forefathers are held in detention
for claiming their pension,
why our leaders are kept in custody
for fighting for development of the country.
Why do we have to be held back behind the bad...
677 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 7:41am
18th Feb 2015 7:41am
Fornever
You see traces of conclusions
on an endless track,
When looking for a destination
on an infinite road
To a not so trusted relationship
between two souls
Connected with doubtful love
and hatred in disguise,
Trying too hard to spite the heart
and touch feelings
But feeling too weak in the knees
to walk further
with lies between your teeth
Till you spit the truth and break the chain
That kept you captive
under a rock of sadness
And holding you guilty
for all the bad that has happened
But rumour...
on an endless track,
When looking for a destination
on an infinite road
To a not so trusted relationship
between two souls
Connected with doubtful love
and hatred in disguise,
Trying too hard to spite the heart
and touch feelings
But feeling too weak in the knees
to walk further
with lies between your teeth
Till you spit the truth and break the chain
That kept you captive
under a rock of sadness
And holding you guilty
for all the bad that has happened
But rumour...
631 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2015 4:25pm
15th Feb 2015 4:25pm
Count Me Out
A round of applause for my senseless behaviour,
nobody cared and neither do I try hard to fit in where
I'm not welcomed.
No room for hatred and
no stomach for selfishness.
No flashing lights no glam no red carpets
to let my soul pass with respect.
Rotten cupcakes and forbidden fruits
cutting my tongue with sweet curses
casting my happiness and viewing my deja vu in reverse,
turning the was to the has and the is to the will.
Will I remember not to care
what the world thinks of me?
or will...
nobody cared and neither do I try hard to fit in where
I'm not welcomed.
No room for hatred and
no stomach for selfishness.
No flashing lights no glam no red carpets
to let my soul pass with respect.
Rotten cupcakes and forbidden fruits
cutting my tongue with sweet curses
casting my happiness and viewing my deja vu in reverse,
turning the was to the has and the is to the will.
Will I remember not to care
what the world thinks of me?
or will...
742 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 8:31am
6th Feb 2015 8:31am
Your Own
See the thing is
in life not everyone will like you
and not everyone will be on your side,
some will cast your happiness upon rocks
just to test your anger
and some will poke your love
just to create hatred in you.
Not everyone loves what you do,
some are here to support
and some to abort,
some will buy your dreams
just to spite you
and some will discourage your wishes
just to blow your mission.
Not every person is your person...
You are your own
By purpose not by luck.
And not every heart will like you......
in life not everyone will like you
and not everyone will be on your side,
some will cast your happiness upon rocks
just to test your anger
and some will poke your love
just to create hatred in you.
Not everyone loves what you do,
some are here to support
and some to abort,
some will buy your dreams
just to spite you
and some will discourage your wishes
just to blow your mission.
Not every person is your person...
You are your own
By purpose not by luck.
And not every heart will like you......
724 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 2:18pm
2nd Oct 2014 2:18pm
Close Enough Yet Far-Fetched
It sucks to be an eye witness,
I once witnessed and never witnessed no more,
a legless dancer on the bar,
a blind fortune teller telling zombies when they gonna die,
a deaf prophet in a court hearing
and a dying poet preaching life to the dead
the scene I saw left me speechless,
with my eyes closed and heart frozen as ice
as I slowly walked away from the scene
but closer to the nearest exit
which unfortunately was closed
blocked by bones of extinct creatures
that previous preachers kept in store
as sacrifice for the...
I once witnessed and never witnessed no more,
a legless dancer on the bar,
a blind fortune teller telling zombies when they gonna die,
a deaf prophet in a court hearing
and a dying poet preaching life to the dead
the scene I saw left me speechless,
with my eyes closed and heart frozen as ice
as I slowly walked away from the scene
but closer to the nearest exit
which unfortunately was closed
blocked by bones of extinct creatures
that previous preachers kept in store
as sacrifice for the...
619 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 10:07pm
28th Sep 2014 10:07pm
Wrong Impressions
Living life in the fast lane
but pushing on the last gear
with fear in your eyes coz you all up in the mist
created by the pressure you press upon yourself
trying to do what others do coz they look cool.
Doing the happy dance coz they call you their friend
But come to think it, it all makes no sense.
You struggle to put together something to chew,
but once you get the opportunity to escape poverty
you lose your senses and blow up the chances of a good income,
night time, homecoming disaster
with a hand full of...
but pushing on the last gear
with fear in your eyes coz you all up in the mist
created by the pressure you press upon yourself
trying to do what others do coz they look cool.
Doing the happy dance coz they call you their friend
But come to think it, it all makes no sense.
You struggle to put together something to chew,
but once you get the opportunity to escape poverty
you lose your senses and blow up the chances of a good income,
night time, homecoming disaster
with a hand full of...
740 reads
0 Comments
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