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
12th May 2013 7:21pm
12th May 2013 7:21pm
Thoughts18
Asked a girl for her number today
She said she has a boyfriend and that she was sorry
I didn't mind
Really I didn't care if I got her number or not
I really just wanted to take that first step
Push myself
Step past the fear
Smother my nerves
Snuff the sweat upon my brow
Speak up
And ask the question
Only this time I walked with confidence
With no sweat upon my brow
No quiver in my voice
No fear of rejection
Just curiosity of who I am becoming
Am I just growing up?
Maybe tomorrow I'll see another
Maybe I'll ask...
She said she has a boyfriend and that she was sorry
I didn't mind
Really I didn't care if I got her number or not
I really just wanted to take that first step
Push myself
Step past the fear
Smother my nerves
Snuff the sweat upon my brow
Speak up
And ask the question
Only this time I walked with confidence
With no sweat upon my brow
No quiver in my voice
No fear of rejection
Just curiosity of who I am becoming
Am I just growing up?
Maybe tomorrow I'll see another
Maybe I'll ask...
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Published
9th May 2013 8:25am
9th May 2013 8:25am
Thoughts2 (a thing I didn't post earlier)
Just smoked a bowl
My mind is numb
Clear
But in a bit of disorder
Watching TV while high is interesting
You can really tell what people are feeling
You can tell when a person is faking
When they're hiding something
Sometimes you know what they're going to say
Before
They
My mouth is dry
I have the stale taste of cigarettes in the back of my throat
As I type this on my phone I wonder
How many people that glance over this little piece of shit
This little journal entry
Truly
Give
A fuck
I know I...
My mind is numb
Clear
But in a bit of disorder
Watching TV while high is interesting
You can really tell what people are feeling
You can tell when a person is faking
When they're hiding something
Sometimes you know what they're going to say
Before
They
My mouth is dry
I have the stale taste of cigarettes in the back of my throat
As I type this on my phone I wonder
How many people that glance over this little piece of shit
This little journal entry
Truly
Give
A fuck
I know I...
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Published
27th Apr 2013 10:13pm
27th Apr 2013 10:13pm
Thoughts16
There's not much that I'm proud of
My "poems" disappoint me after a while
Every song I write and record I grow to hate
Lately I've found pride in drawing
It's comforting because of how ugly they are
They represent me
My fears
My insecurities
If someone hates one of my drawings I can say
"Good, I hate it too."
When I finally wake up and come to the harsh reality that I'm no good at anything I want to do, where do I go from there?
Bottom
Down
I crash
Hard
How beautiful
How romantic
The story of a...
My "poems" disappoint me after a while
Every song I write and record I grow to hate
Lately I've found pride in drawing
It's comforting because of how ugly they are
They represent me
My fears
My insecurities
If someone hates one of my drawings I can say
"Good, I hate it too."
When I finally wake up and come to the harsh reality that I'm no good at anything I want to do, where do I go from there?
Bottom
Down
I crash
Hard
How beautiful
How romantic
The story of a...
1070 reads
4 Comments
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Published
27th Apr 2013 6:40am
27th Apr 2013 6:40am
Reflection (9/???)
It's time to wake up
It's been quite a while, hasn't it?
Did you really think you could get rid of me?
Do you want to?
You need me, kid
You know that
Your crazy shit up in Indiana really helped me out
You woke me back up
An old familiar friend
Came back out to play
Did you miss me?
This time I'm here to stay
But you like the idea of that
It's time to get back to work, my friend
There's still a lot to be done
It's been quite a while, hasn't it?
Did you really think you could get rid of me?
Do you want to?
You need me, kid
You know that
Your crazy shit up in Indiana really helped me out
You woke me back up
An old familiar friend
Came back out to play
Did you miss me?
This time I'm here to stay
But you like the idea of that
It's time to get back to work, my friend
There's still a lot to be done
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Published
26th Apr 2013 7:21pm
26th Apr 2013 7:21pm
Thoughts15
Here we go
This is so familiar
I've had time to settle back in at "home"
And I remember all too well why I hate it here
I'm having a writer's block
Like always
I can write journal entries no problem
But I just typed and deleted four poems
Consecutively
Maybe I'm not a poet
I just don't want to admit it to myself
And no one is cold enough to tell me
To rip my hear out
Show it to me
Go for it
I've noticed a trend on this site
If you're an attractive female member
You'll most likely rake in a lot...
This is so familiar
I've had time to settle back in at "home"
And I remember all too well why I hate it here
I'm having a writer's block
Like always
I can write journal entries no problem
But I just typed and deleted four poems
Consecutively
Maybe I'm not a poet
I just don't want to admit it to myself
And no one is cold enough to tell me
To rip my hear out
Show it to me
Go for it
I've noticed a trend on this site
If you're an attractive female member
You'll most likely rake in a lot...
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Published
21st Apr 2013 9:11pm
21st Apr 2013 9:11pm
Thoughts14
Today's the day
I'm going back to Tennessee
I don't know if I'll continue these journal entries
Doesn't seem like many people read them or care for them anyway
So I'll probably drop the series
Things like this
Raw
Personal
Wide open
Are always easier for me to write while high
Once I'm sober I don't know if I'll have it in me
I did a silly thing the other day
I posted on one of the site's forums
"Looking For Friends"
I introduced myself
Told them a bit about myself
I don't know why
I guess out of...
I'm going back to Tennessee
I don't know if I'll continue these journal entries
Doesn't seem like many people read them or care for them anyway
So I'll probably drop the series
Things like this
Raw
Personal
Wide open
Are always easier for me to write while high
Once I'm sober I don't know if I'll have it in me
I did a silly thing the other day
I posted on one of the site's forums
"Looking For Friends"
I introduced myself
Told them a bit about myself
I don't know why
I guess out of...
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Published
21st Apr 2013 3:29am
21st Apr 2013 3:29am
Thoughts13
I'm bored
I'm at my friend's house but she's a work
My friend Zach went to hang out with his ex for a bit
So I'm at my friend Erin's house
With her parents
That's not awkward at all
Zach called me last minute and told me he couldn't pick me up
He already had plans for the night
Glad he told me ahead of time
He's probably getting laid
And here I sit
A room full of cats
Two parents that don't want me here
Fun
You never quite get used to being alone
I don't
Sometimes I tell myself I am
The boredom...
I'm at my friend's house but she's a work
My friend Zach went to hang out with his ex for a bit
So I'm at my friend Erin's house
With her parents
That's not awkward at all
Zach called me last minute and told me he couldn't pick me up
He already had plans for the night
Glad he told me ahead of time
He's probably getting laid
And here I sit
A room full of cats
Two parents that don't want me here
Fun
You never quite get used to being alone
I don't
Sometimes I tell myself I am
The boredom...
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Published
20th Apr 2013 6:41pm
20th Apr 2013 6:41pm
Thoughts12
Exhaustion
That's the only word that comes to mind right now
I feel like vomiting
Any time I take a drag from my cigarette I have to fight every urge to gag
I'm tired
I didn't sleep much last night
My friend's mom decided I needed to be out of the house for the day
So
I'm over at another friend's house
Still just as tired
Still trying not to throw up
What the hell did I do last night?
I somehow managed to toss myself into a really negative mood
Exhaustion
I'm heading back home on Sunday, tomorrow
Can't say that I'm...
That's the only word that comes to mind right now
I feel like vomiting
Any time I take a drag from my cigarette I have to fight every urge to gag
I'm tired
I didn't sleep much last night
My friend's mom decided I needed to be out of the house for the day
So
I'm over at another friend's house
Still just as tired
Still trying not to throw up
What the hell did I do last night?
I somehow managed to toss myself into a really negative mood
Exhaustion
I'm heading back home on Sunday, tomorrow
Can't say that I'm...
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Published
20th Apr 2013 5:19am
20th Apr 2013 5:19am
Thoughts11
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve
I rip it out and smear it on paper
Then shove it back in a rusty cage
Dusty from years of neglect
There it can decay a bit longer
Until it's needed again
I've never been good with sharing my emotions
I use poems and drawings
I sing
Or I think I do
Maybe I'm not good at anything I think I'm good at
I like to criticize myself
"You are your own worst critic."
I really enjoy seeing the other side of things
Through cynical eyes
It's numb
Everything is gritty
...
I rip it out and smear it on paper
Then shove it back in a rusty cage
Dusty from years of neglect
There it can decay a bit longer
Until it's needed again
I've never been good with sharing my emotions
I use poems and drawings
I sing
Or I think I do
Maybe I'm not good at anything I think I'm good at
I like to criticize myself
"You are your own worst critic."
I really enjoy seeing the other side of things
Through cynical eyes
It's numb
Everything is gritty
...
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