Submissions by Tombird
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2020 9:45pm
3rd Mar 2020 9:45pm
King
Going through cigarettes like candy
Now I’m telling the truth
Corrode my insides baby steal all my youth
But it’s cool, I’ve always been so uncouth
I’m disgusting
And I’m trusting you too
The aces, may always be up your sleeve
I got a royal flush babe you better believe I’m the king
Now I’m telling the truth
Corrode my insides baby steal all my youth
But it’s cool, I’ve always been so uncouth
I’m disgusting
And I’m trusting you too
The aces, may always be up your sleeve
I got a royal flush babe you better believe I’m the king
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2020 11:35pm
12th Feb 2020 11:35pm
Bertha
She’s quite the creature I’m tellin ya now
Got big block 440 and plenty of power
Her name is old Bertha, at least that’s what I caller
She was made with great vision, half beast half machine
I know that at one point she was called Charlie Sheen
So let’s shift down to second and rip off this line
Cause there’s winners and losers and I’m the first kind
There was one time ol bertha got covered in
Mud
See, she was so damn colossal I got nice and stuck
But a buddy came round and help
Me pull her out
And she was leapin and...
Got big block 440 and plenty of power
Her name is old Bertha, at least that’s what I caller
She was made with great vision, half beast half machine
I know that at one point she was called Charlie Sheen
So let’s shift down to second and rip off this line
Cause there’s winners and losers and I’m the first kind
There was one time ol bertha got covered in
Mud
See, she was so damn colossal I got nice and stuck
But a buddy came round and help
Me pull her out
And she was leapin and...
#nostalgia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 3:13pm
11th Feb 2020 3:13pm
On my own
There’s frosting on my window pane
Frost on my toes
It’s filling in the cracks again seeping to my bones
I don’t know how I got here
And I don’t know where I’m goin
My campfires gonna gonout soon
It’s almost Sunday morn
I know I’ve got to get to her
She calls me though the night
The thought of reaching her again
It fills me with delight
I know that I’ll be sick and tired
When my journeys done
So baby won’t you take me back
When daylight breaks the morn
The dawn brakes slow and lazily
I’m light...
Frost on my toes
It’s filling in the cracks again seeping to my bones
I don’t know how I got here
And I don’t know where I’m goin
My campfires gonna gonout soon
It’s almost Sunday morn
I know I’ve got to get to her
She calls me though the night
The thought of reaching her again
It fills me with delight
I know that I’ll be sick and tired
When my journeys done
So baby won’t you take me back
When daylight breaks the morn
The dawn brakes slow and lazily
I’m light...
#UnrequitedLove
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 5:33am
1st Feb 2020 5:33am
Nice and slow
Here’s how this is gonna go
Take that shirt of nice and slow
Kick your pants down to the floor
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve had my eye on you for years
And now you’re sittin over here
I’m gonna love you here and now
Just come with me I’ll show ya how
This really ain’t about romance
Nah, I just wanna see you dance
So dance around now
Take that shirt of nice and slow
Kick your pants down to the floor
I can’t take it anymore
I’ve had my eye on you for years
And now you’re sittin over here
I’m gonna love you here and now
Just come with me I’ll show ya how
This really ain’t about romance
Nah, I just wanna see you dance
So dance around now
#sex
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SONG LYRICS
Published
26th Jan 2020 6:05pm
26th Jan 2020 6:05pm
Graves
I walked up on three graves one night
While wandering alone
I looked down at the darkness and I saw what might have gone
The three of us laying low and cold inside the graves I saw
But after some contemplation lord
I wanted to lay down
I wanted to lay down oh lord!
And take my final rest
For this old world is wearin me down
I’m far from doing my best
The grave in front of me ran low
It’s sorrows washed away
The grief and pain of mortal life
What I would give to dance with death but only for one night
To...
While wandering alone
I looked down at the darkness and I saw what might have gone
The three of us laying low and cold inside the graves I saw
But after some contemplation lord
I wanted to lay down
I wanted to lay down oh lord!
And take my final rest
For this old world is wearin me down
I’m far from doing my best
The grave in front of me ran low
It’s sorrows washed away
The grief and pain of mortal life
What I would give to dance with death but only for one night
To...
#death
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Jan 2020 5:54pm
4th Jan 2020 5:54pm
5 o’clock
Oh I’d best be drunk by 5 this evening
Or I might go insane
Cause my wife has get her sister over and well, I can’t complain
She’s been here a lot these past few weeks and I, well I’ve been gone
But if I don’t get some liquor in me
I might not get along
Well if I don't get a little drunker then I’ll have to go downtown and be constantly bombarded by the folks who live around
It’s not a pretty business that I’m running here oh no, it’s an awful nasty habit that someday will have to go
And the hardest thing about it is deciding where...
Or I might go insane
Cause my wife has get her sister over and well, I can’t complain
She’s been here a lot these past few weeks and I, well I’ve been gone
But if I don’t get some liquor in me
I might not get along
Well if I don't get a little drunker then I’ll have to go downtown and be constantly bombarded by the folks who live around
It’s not a pretty business that I’m running here oh no, it’s an awful nasty habit that someday will have to go
And the hardest thing about it is deciding where...
#wife
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DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2019 4:25pm
31st Dec 2019 4:25pm
Shipwrecked
Old Tom’s been going at it
The townsfolk cried aloud
He’s cooking up some rhymes and rhythms
He’s searching for that sound
They say he’s lost his mind you know
Down a creative hole
He’s tiptoed with the microphone
I’d bet he’s sold his soul
The writers craft is a place to start, but first I must confess
That music is my real muse and lyrics aren’t my best
Id rather dance on ivory
Or fret a rosewood neck
Then stare down a blank page for hours
I’d rather be shipwrecked
I rearrange my mental game to let the lyrics...
The townsfolk cried aloud
He’s cooking up some rhymes and rhythms
He’s searching for that sound
They say he’s lost his mind you know
Down a creative hole
He’s tiptoed with the microphone
I’d bet he’s sold his soul
The writers craft is a place to start, but first I must confess
That music is my real muse and lyrics aren’t my best
Id rather dance on ivory
Or fret a rosewood neck
Then stare down a blank page for hours
I’d rather be shipwrecked
I rearrange my mental game to let the lyrics...
#alcohol
#drugs
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2019 3:27pm
31st Dec 2019 3:27pm
Whilst laying on my deathbed
Whilst laying on my deathbed what will I know?
Will i go in peace, or be taken by war
Are there any answers behind that final door?
Will loved ones and family be around my bed?
Or will the room be empty, filled only with my head?
I feel the pressure building up
In my life day to day
I wonder if my time here is running awful late
I think about that bitter cup that one day I must drink
In all my days of living
I still will sometimes think;
Whilst laying on my deathbed what will I know?
Will i go in peace, or be taken by war
Are there any answers behind that final door?
Will loved ones and family be around my bed?
Or will the room be empty, filled only with my head?
I feel the pressure building up
In my life day to day
I wonder if my time here is running awful late
I think about that bitter cup that one day I must drink
In all my days of living
I still will sometimes think;
Whilst laying on my deathbed what will I know?
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Oct 2019 5:09pm
21st Oct 2019 5:09pm
Four cabin walls
The walls that hold my fragile mind have cracks and leaks and holes
And sometimes when I’m left alone they start to overflow
It’s not my problem so you see, I didn’t make the walls.
The bastards that constructed me were sleeping on the job!
And sometimes when I’m left alone they start to overflow
It’s not my problem so you see, I didn’t make the walls.
The bastards that constructed me were sleeping on the job!
#MentalHealth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2019 10:14pm
16th Oct 2019 10:14pm
Draft 1
I find myself alone in thought
Frightened and exposed
My eggshell like mind constantly questioning
My writing seems to lose it bite I’m thinking very slowly
The lines get crossed and fouled into nothing
A writer I am not
Frightened and exposed
My eggshell like mind constantly questioning
My writing seems to lose it bite I’m thinking very slowly
The lines get crossed and fouled into nothing
A writer I am not
#WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2019 9:59am
27th Jul 2019 9:59am
Helpless -Draft 3
I think abstractly
Outside the box
But usually I’m lost
Lost to thoughts of self destruction
Gone away with gluttony
All alone with masturbation
When can I get off this train
Seconds slipping through my fingers
Dollars dominate my mind
Payments
Due dates
Complications.
Fall away and fade
Rust infects my sleepless conscience
Decay my mortal memories
My answer for this restless question
Everyone is lost in time
Outside the box
But usually I’m lost
Lost to thoughts of self destruction
Gone away with gluttony
All alone with masturbation
When can I get off this train
Seconds slipping through my fingers
Dollars dominate my mind
Payments
Due dates
Complications.
Fall away and fade
Rust infects my sleepless conscience
Decay my mortal memories
My answer for this restless question
Everyone is lost in time
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2019 00:40am
19th Jul 2019 00:40am
Life of Leisure
Leaving my words behind
my stories bring me back to reality
You think about the past hour with me
Did I open your mind or
Nothing Completes me
I need to stay functional
Functionality
dysfunctional family tree sometimes
I thank god
can you believe in God with out law
without direction
without dictation
what is a God without command
without requests
without demands
Feels more like
my stories bring me back to reality
You think about the past hour with me
Did I open your mind or
Nothing Completes me
I need to stay functional
Functionality
dysfunctional family tree sometimes
I thank god
can you believe in God with out law
without direction
without dictation
what is a God without command
without requests
without demands
Feels more like
#art
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