Submissions by Timeternal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I guess I can say that the rhymes I create Originate in the soul or the brain Or maybe they come from another plane whatever the case, I hope you embrace This infinite space in a miniscule place
Nowhere
Billy was a little boy who lived each day in hell
Mommy needed her daily fix and daddy was in jail
And each day when he would leave his house to go to school
In dirty rags, carrying holey bags he felt like such a fool
The saddest sight of his plight is that no one tried to care
All the kids, they hated him and to adults he wasn’t there
He always lived this way in sorrow and pain until one day it all came to a head
He walks into his home at 15 years old and finds his mother dead
Needles in her arms, he’s in a state of alarm and he cannot comprehend ...
Mommy needed her daily fix and daddy was in jail
And each day when he would leave his house to go to school
In dirty rags, carrying holey bags he felt like such a fool
The saddest sight of his plight is that no one tried to care
All the kids, they hated him and to adults he wasn’t there
He always lived this way in sorrow and pain until one day it all came to a head
He walks into his home at 15 years old and finds his mother dead
Needles in her arms, he’s in a state of alarm and he cannot comprehend ...
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Statistic
a date a time a place a name
it's all the same a common complaint
confusing pain with personal gain
you've lost the reigns for fighting shame
and what of the waste of personal space
there is no disgrace in finding a place
believed erased, just lost in the race
misplaced face no time to waste
don't negate your chance for bliss
loaded dice thrown in confidence
those who cheat cannot be the best
after death they're just statistics
a man walks through the streets in his town
seeing for himself that no ones around ...
it's all the same a common complaint
confusing pain with personal gain
you've lost the reigns for fighting shame
and what of the waste of personal space
there is no disgrace in finding a place
believed erased, just lost in the race
misplaced face no time to waste
don't negate your chance for bliss
loaded dice thrown in confidence
those who cheat cannot be the best
after death they're just statistics
a man walks through the streets in his town
seeing for himself that no ones around ...
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Harvest
One hundred million years ago or perhaps it was tomorrow
A farmers plow had struck the earth and found that it was hollow
Something from outside of time had fallen to scorch his farm
But what he saw the very next day had caused him great alarm
Somehow, someway this rock from space had dealt his land no harm
When just last night he saw something shot from a distant star
And hit the earth in the center of his giant field of corn
In the morning when he went out to reap what he had sown
He found that where the meteor struck, something else had grown
A...
A farmers plow had struck the earth and found that it was hollow
Something from outside of time had fallen to scorch his farm
But what he saw the very next day had caused him great alarm
Somehow, someway this rock from space had dealt his land no harm
When just last night he saw something shot from a distant star
And hit the earth in the center of his giant field of corn
In the morning when he went out to reap what he had sown
He found that where the meteor struck, something else had grown
A...
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SoulFlo
Once upon the now In the future past and present
I'll give ya a sound Ta represent my intentions
I'll smooth out the vibe
subscribe to the tribe of the sublime rhyme coming outta my mind
ya see I gotta little plan for this here jam
a diaphragm exam cuz damn! I'm no sham
I'm just a man with a story in his soul
who's gotta take control of the stories flow
So here I go and I'm ready to flow
but I'm not Mike, Jim, Dave,John or Joe
they call me math to the you
And I'm coming through
with no hullabaloo
I know what to do ...
I'll give ya a sound Ta represent my intentions
I'll smooth out the vibe
subscribe to the tribe of the sublime rhyme coming outta my mind
ya see I gotta little plan for this here jam
a diaphragm exam cuz damn! I'm no sham
I'm just a man with a story in his soul
who's gotta take control of the stories flow
So here I go and I'm ready to flow
but I'm not Mike, Jim, Dave,John or Joe
they call me math to the you
And I'm coming through
with no hullabaloo
I know what to do ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#emotional
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Timmy
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