Submissions by TrippyScarecrow (David Frank II)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi, I'm Dave, I've been a poet (or try to be) since I was 14. This is only one of many of my outlets of stress, pain, hate, and self loathing. I'm always happy to meet new poets and read others work. Please, don't be shy :)
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Published
1st May 2014 6:40pm
1st May 2014 6:40pm
Thoughts 29
I almost had a nasty accident at work
I was pulling an auto transport
You know
The ones people use to tow vehicles
We move them by hand
With a tow jack
I had to muscle it over a curb
Then it rolled down the curb
Pushed me
Knocked me down
It continued to barrel towards me
I rolled out of the way
It crashed into a wall
Destroying the towing jack
Taking a chunk out of the wall
I saw the footage of it on the security feed
It's wild how close it came
How fast it all happened
The guys at work got a kick out of it
They...
I was pulling an auto transport
You know
The ones people use to tow vehicles
We move them by hand
With a tow jack
I had to muscle it over a curb
Then it rolled down the curb
Pushed me
Knocked me down
It continued to barrel towards me
I rolled out of the way
It crashed into a wall
Destroying the towing jack
Taking a chunk out of the wall
I saw the footage of it on the security feed
It's wild how close it came
How fast it all happened
The guys at work got a kick out of it
They...
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Published
18th Apr 2014 3:50pm
18th Apr 2014 3:50pm
Thoughts 28
I'm liking my new job
I'm getting exercise
My skin bakes in the sun
The guys I'm working with are great
Haven't written in over a week
I smoked some chronic a couple weeks ago
I got way too high
To the point where nothing made sense
I tried to write then
But everything catered to human living seemed pointless
I felt worthless
Fake
Meaningless
Then I went to sleep
Sometimes when I'm trying to sleep I can feel my dreams dying
I see myself stuck at a dead end job
Never doing what I love
Never achieving what I want...
I'm getting exercise
My skin bakes in the sun
The guys I'm working with are great
Haven't written in over a week
I smoked some chronic a couple weeks ago
I got way too high
To the point where nothing made sense
I tried to write then
But everything catered to human living seemed pointless
I felt worthless
Fake
Meaningless
Then I went to sleep
Sometimes when I'm trying to sleep I can feel my dreams dying
I see myself stuck at a dead end job
Never doing what I love
Never achieving what I want...
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Published
4th Apr 2014 6:31pm
4th Apr 2014 6:31pm
Thoughts 27
My dreams are getting weirder
Last night's was no exception
I've been getting pretty good at interpreting them
When I remember them
Last night's, however, was hard to figure out
I was living in some sort of experimental living facility
A government social experiment of sorts
I was living with my family and best friend
Other participants of the experiment inhabited the complex as well
The building consisted of many floors connected by spiral stair cases
It was a really clean and streamline facility
Futuristic
Something happened
I...
Last night's was no exception
I've been getting pretty good at interpreting them
When I remember them
Last night's, however, was hard to figure out
I was living in some sort of experimental living facility
A government social experiment of sorts
I was living with my family and best friend
Other participants of the experiment inhabited the complex as well
The building consisted of many floors connected by spiral stair cases
It was a really clean and streamline facility
Futuristic
Something happened
I...
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Published
1st Apr 2014 11:09pm
1st Apr 2014 11:09pm
Thoughts 26
Every day I wake up
I put on my mask
I open my bedroom door
And step out
This mask has a neutral gaze
This mask conceals everything
This mask cracks a bit more each day
I don't know how much longer I can do this
This is a cry for help
This is me screaming silently
I've been having thoughts of suicide again
I haven't told anyone because I hate making my family upset
If I knew that no one would care, I wouldn't be here anymore
I don't know what love is
What it feels like
But I assume suffering through each day just...
I put on my mask
I open my bedroom door
And step out
This mask has a neutral gaze
This mask conceals everything
This mask cracks a bit more each day
I don't know how much longer I can do this
This is a cry for help
This is me screaming silently
I've been having thoughts of suicide again
I haven't told anyone because I hate making my family upset
If I knew that no one would care, I wouldn't be here anymore
I don't know what love is
What it feels like
But I assume suffering through each day just...
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Published
31st Mar 2014 4:03am
31st Mar 2014 4:03am
Thoughts 25
Sleep
If it could be bought I'd put a store out of stock
Haven't been able to get enough lately
Last few nights I've had to pop some pain pills to knock me out
Days blur together when you have insomnia
You forget what's real and what was just a thought
A dream
Been having trouble remembering my dreams lately
The ones I do remember aren't good ones
I'm tired but I can't sleep
I can't sleep and so I'm tired
I haven't been eating much lately
Maybe a meal a day
But that's it
I've lost more weight
My belt doesn't fit
Hasn't for a...
If it could be bought I'd put a store out of stock
Haven't been able to get enough lately
Last few nights I've had to pop some pain pills to knock me out
Days blur together when you have insomnia
You forget what's real and what was just a thought
A dream
Been having trouble remembering my dreams lately
The ones I do remember aren't good ones
I'm tired but I can't sleep
I can't sleep and so I'm tired
I haven't been eating much lately
Maybe a meal a day
But that's it
I've lost more weight
My belt doesn't fit
Hasn't for a...
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Published
29th Mar 2014 1:56am
29th Mar 2014 1:56am
Thoughts 24
Life gets dull when you feel too much
Then when it all stops you want it all back
The pain
The guilt
The sorrow
The anger
Then it comes back
I've been looking for something to lose
I'm getting tired of searching
Maybe I've been following my own tracks
It never seems to end
But what if it does?
Today's been like yesterday
And the day before that
And the day before that
Sometimes I think I've died
Sometimes I think I'm in Limbo
Can you want to die if you're already dead?
Had a dream about her last night...
Then when it all stops you want it all back
The pain
The guilt
The sorrow
The anger
Then it comes back
I've been looking for something to lose
I'm getting tired of searching
Maybe I've been following my own tracks
It never seems to end
But what if it does?
Today's been like yesterday
And the day before that
And the day before that
Sometimes I think I've died
Sometimes I think I'm in Limbo
Can you want to die if you're already dead?
Had a dream about her last night...
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Published
27th Mar 2014 1:47am
27th Mar 2014 1:47am
Thoughts 23
It's been a while
Can't say I missed this
So much has happened since the last time I posted here
Things seemed to be coming together
Things seemed alright
Then I had to have my mom rushed to the ER
Then I had to see her broken
Crying out with no one who would help her
I sat defenseless
Her hopelessness stained me
She was having panic attacks
One day they got really bad
She broke down
Hyperventilated
Screamed
Cried
"911. What's your emergency?"
We sat for 5 hours in the waiting room
I sat as she...
Can't say I missed this
So much has happened since the last time I posted here
Things seemed to be coming together
Things seemed alright
Then I had to have my mom rushed to the ER
Then I had to see her broken
Crying out with no one who would help her
I sat defenseless
Her hopelessness stained me
She was having panic attacks
One day they got really bad
She broke down
Hyperventilated
Screamed
Cried
"911. What's your emergency?"
We sat for 5 hours in the waiting room
I sat as she...
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Published
20th May 2013 4:01am
20th May 2013 4:01am
Thoughts22
Wake up
Why did I sleep in so late?
And wake up in such an odd mood
I tagged along with my sister and her friend to go thrift shopping
Walking through the aisles of worn flannel shirts
Plaid
Jeans
Thin dresses
Tacky shoes
Unwanted toys
I found a nice quiet isolated area and plopped down on a musty couch
I started writing this
I'm tired
I could have been up when I woke up at 10:30
But I decided I earned the rest
1:30 and I wake up and immediately regret my decision
My thoughts are those kind of hazy, numb sort of...
Why did I sleep in so late?
And wake up in such an odd mood
I tagged along with my sister and her friend to go thrift shopping
Walking through the aisles of worn flannel shirts
Plaid
Jeans
Thin dresses
Tacky shoes
Unwanted toys
I found a nice quiet isolated area and plopped down on a musty couch
I started writing this
I'm tired
I could have been up when I woke up at 10:30
But I decided I earned the rest
1:30 and I wake up and immediately regret my decision
My thoughts are those kind of hazy, numb sort of...
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Published
17th May 2013 8:04pm
17th May 2013 8:04pm
Thoughts21(Birth)
I awoke this morning
Swathed in warmth
Bathed in darkness
I could hear muffled bump bump bumping from upstairs
I could hear rain coming from outside through my ventilation
And for a moment I wondered if this is what it was like for unborn babies
Warm
Dark
Peaceful
With odd muffled noises lulling you to sleep
I'm still fetal
I have yet to be born
I'm at the second trimester, at best
What miracles lie ahead?
Or perhaps life has felt so upside down because I'm on the verge of birth
I can still hear the storm outside...
Swathed in warmth
Bathed in darkness
I could hear muffled bump bump bumping from upstairs
I could hear rain coming from outside through my ventilation
And for a moment I wondered if this is what it was like for unborn babies
Warm
Dark
Peaceful
With odd muffled noises lulling you to sleep
I'm still fetal
I have yet to be born
I'm at the second trimester, at best
What miracles lie ahead?
Or perhaps life has felt so upside down because I'm on the verge of birth
I can still hear the storm outside...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th May 2013 7:16pm
16th May 2013 7:16pm
Thoughts20
Last night the cool air moved me
While I listened to Sunn O)))
Then I listened to Sonic Youth
Then to Electric Wizard
All while reading Fight Club
And texting my friend
It was, in hind sight, a peaceful night
I woke up from a dream today
Although, I can't recall it
Melancholy hung in the air of my room
So I laid there until it went away
So I laid there another hour longer
Got up
Got a clean shirt
Opened my door
Was greeted by the blinding sun
Pretty much every day is sunny with these little blue pills called Viibryd...
While I listened to Sunn O)))
Then I listened to Sonic Youth
Then to Electric Wizard
All while reading Fight Club
And texting my friend
It was, in hind sight, a peaceful night
I woke up from a dream today
Although, I can't recall it
Melancholy hung in the air of my room
So I laid there until it went away
So I laid there another hour longer
Got up
Got a clean shirt
Opened my door
Was greeted by the blinding sun
Pretty much every day is sunny with these little blue pills called Viibryd...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2013 12:35pm
13th May 2013 12:35pm
Seasonal Depression
It's like clawing your way to the surface for a breath
Just one breath
Before being dragged back down
Choking on all the dirt and mud as you descend
Purity leaving your lungs
The fresh breath doesn't last long
But you enjoy it while it does
Then winter rolls back around
And under the earth you'll lie dormant
Cold
Alone
Tired
Angry
Restless
Waiting for the time to come when you can climb back out of your pitiful little hole of self loathing
You sleep your days away to pass the time
Pills don't help so why bother?
You spend...
Just one breath
Before being dragged back down
Choking on all the dirt and mud as you descend
Purity leaving your lungs
The fresh breath doesn't last long
But you enjoy it while it does
Then winter rolls back around
And under the earth you'll lie dormant
Cold
Alone
Tired
Angry
Restless
Waiting for the time to come when you can climb back out of your pitiful little hole of self loathing
You sleep your days away to pass the time
Pills don't help so why bother?
You spend...
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Published
13th May 2013 11:49am
13th May 2013 11:49am
Thoughts19
5:32 am
Can't sleep
Why the fuck can't I sleep?
Two nights of this shit
No racing thoughts
Just
Restlessness
I read through some text messages from when I was up in Indy
From while I was high
I want to smoke again
Although, lately I've felt kind of high
Between the withdrawal from my antidepressants and the lack of sleep
I spent a few days in a state of euphoria
Spaced out
Slap happy
Goofy
5:38 am
I have the fan in my room on
I always have it on when I sleep
It serves a duel purpose
One, to keep...
Can't sleep
Why the fuck can't I sleep?
Two nights of this shit
No racing thoughts
Just
Restlessness
I read through some text messages from when I was up in Indy
From while I was high
I want to smoke again
Although, lately I've felt kind of high
Between the withdrawal from my antidepressants and the lack of sleep
I spent a few days in a state of euphoria
Spaced out
Slap happy
Goofy
5:38 am
I have the fan in my room on
I always have it on when I sleep
It serves a duel purpose
One, to keep...
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