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
20th Apr 2013 3:23am
20th Apr 2013 3:23am
Thoughts10
Ah yes
Here we are
We smoked the good stuff tonight
Then we smoked the resin
It feels good
It came from California
They know what they're doing over there
I made my daily mistake of checking out Facebook
I scrolled through all of the teen drama
Kids who think they have the answers
All of the "blaze it up" kind of posts
I smoke weed, yes
But
I do not relate to you
Who cares what you had for lunch
Who you're dating
The "inspirational" little quote your friend said
We're people
Monkeys...
Here we are
We smoked the good stuff tonight
Then we smoked the resin
It feels good
It came from California
They know what they're doing over there
I made my daily mistake of checking out Facebook
I scrolled through all of the teen drama
Kids who think they have the answers
All of the "blaze it up" kind of posts
I smoke weed, yes
But
I do not relate to you
Who cares what you had for lunch
Who you're dating
The "inspirational" little quote your friend said
We're people
Monkeys...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 11:14pm
17th Apr 2013 11:14pm
Blue
I've found myself captured by vibration
The rhythm is getting through
Transfixed by the dancing smoke
Black light casting blue waves in my eyes
Hazy thoughts of you and me
Sensory overload every time you look my way
The way you moved I thought you were leaving me
So
Come back down
Stay with me
Come back down and
Stay with me a while
The rhythm is getting through
Transfixed by the dancing smoke
Black light casting blue waves in my eyes
Hazy thoughts of you and me
Sensory overload every time you look my way
The way you moved I thought you were leaving me
So
Come back down
Stay with me
Come back down and
Stay with me a while
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Published
17th Apr 2013 8:44pm
17th Apr 2013 8:44pm
Thoughts9
Dear diary
I woke up this morning
Still had a buzz from the bowl I smoked last night
Took a shower
Had a smoke
My friend gave me a shot of Jack
Then I had another
I don't drink
Jack is disgusting
It tastes like cough medicine
But, here I sit
Two shots of Jack swimming in my belly
I'm tired
This trip is starting to take its tole on me
I've had a really good time
I got what I came for
I think
Now I'm ready to get home
Sleep in my bed again
Sleep for days, even
My train of thought isn't very...
I woke up this morning
Still had a buzz from the bowl I smoked last night
Took a shower
Had a smoke
My friend gave me a shot of Jack
Then I had another
I don't drink
Jack is disgusting
It tastes like cough medicine
But, here I sit
Two shots of Jack swimming in my belly
I'm tired
This trip is starting to take its tole on me
I've had a really good time
I got what I came for
I think
Now I'm ready to get home
Sleep in my bed again
Sleep for days, even
My train of thought isn't very...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 9:18pm
16th Apr 2013 9:18pm
Untitled
And there she was
An angel amongst wolves
Gnashing teeth and eyes full of lust
She floated
She tamed them
And I was the wolf too
And I wanted her just as bad
In her innocence there was beauty
She had fallen on broken wings
In the middle of beasts ready to feed
I saw myself in her
She weaved through us without fear
Calming me
Giving me everything I needed
I was alive
An angel amongst wolves
Gnashing teeth and eyes full of lust
She floated
She tamed them
And I was the wolf too
And I wanted her just as bad
In her innocence there was beauty
She had fallen on broken wings
In the middle of beasts ready to feed
I saw myself in her
She weaved through us without fear
Calming me
Giving me everything I needed
I was alive
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Published
16th Apr 2013 7:46pm
16th Apr 2013 7:46pm
Thoughts8
Wow, I barely remember posting those last two entries
Yesterday was a blur
Seemed like a dream
Maybe this whole vacation has been a dream
Maybe I was in an accident on my way up from Tennessee and I'm in a coma right now
Met a girl in my dreams
We made love
I woke up
I'm a mad scientist and this trip is my experiment
Who am I?
What am I going to be?
I'm finding myself
Or at least looking
I think I'm young and foolish
I'm too busy looking for myself
Basements seem to be the place to be
That's where I've...
Yesterday was a blur
Seemed like a dream
Maybe this whole vacation has been a dream
Maybe I was in an accident on my way up from Tennessee and I'm in a coma right now
Met a girl in my dreams
We made love
I woke up
I'm a mad scientist and this trip is my experiment
Who am I?
What am I going to be?
I'm finding myself
Or at least looking
I think I'm young and foolish
I'm too busy looking for myself
Basements seem to be the place to be
That's where I've...
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Published
15th Apr 2013 5:39pm
15th Apr 2013 5:39pm
Thoughts7
Just had a weird thought
Not to say that any of these previous entries have been normal
I wonder if I'm anyone's masturbatory fantasy
Do any girls touch themselves to me?
Do any guys?
Either one would be flattering, really
Eh maybe that's kind of egotistical
Has anyone ever been turned on by any of my poems?
Or do they just think
"Aww, he thinks this is erotic."
I have no clue where I'm going with this one
And this train of thought has come to a full stop
Shit
Right now all I can think about is sex...
Not to say that any of these previous entries have been normal
I wonder if I'm anyone's masturbatory fantasy
Do any girls touch themselves to me?
Do any guys?
Either one would be flattering, really
Eh maybe that's kind of egotistical
Has anyone ever been turned on by any of my poems?
Or do they just think
"Aww, he thinks this is erotic."
I have no clue where I'm going with this one
And this train of thought has come to a full stop
Shit
Right now all I can think about is sex...
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Published
15th Apr 2013 5:01pm
15th Apr 2013 5:01pm
Thoughts6
Smoked too much last night
Got a bit scary
I felt sound moving inside me
You'd think that would feel good
This did not
I'm laying in bed
I'm still trying to decide if I want to get up for the day
The windows are open again
Birds chirping
Breeze blowing in
Wind chimes
Painting pictures with words
I've kind of gotten back in touch with an old friend
Awkward
She'll probably read this
She'll know it's about her
Truth is we had our good times
We had our bad
Sad thing is
The bad tended to outweigh the...
Got a bit scary
I felt sound moving inside me
You'd think that would feel good
This did not
I'm laying in bed
I'm still trying to decide if I want to get up for the day
The windows are open again
Birds chirping
Breeze blowing in
Wind chimes
Painting pictures with words
I've kind of gotten back in touch with an old friend
Awkward
She'll probably read this
She'll know it's about her
Truth is we had our good times
We had our bad
Sad thing is
The bad tended to outweigh the...
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Published
12th Apr 2013 9:33pm
12th Apr 2013 9:33pm
Thoughts5
I feel like crying
I want to
I have a lump in my throat
But I can't
I don't know why I feel like crying
I just do
It's been over a year since I cried
I remember it well
It had been so long before that
I had smoked weed for the first time
Smoked way too much
Had a bad trip
And broke down
It felt amazing
I needed it
I'm not sad
Today, so far, has been an alright day
I just want to cry
I just want a little sign that I'm still human
Something that will tell me I'm okay
Maybe while I cry, I...
I want to
I have a lump in my throat
But I can't
I don't know why I feel like crying
I just do
It's been over a year since I cried
I remember it well
It had been so long before that
I had smoked weed for the first time
Smoked way too much
Had a bad trip
And broke down
It felt amazing
I needed it
I'm not sad
Today, so far, has been an alright day
I just want to cry
I just want a little sign that I'm still human
Something that will tell me I'm okay
Maybe while I cry, I...
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Published
12th Apr 2013 6:50pm
12th Apr 2013 6:50pm
Thoughts4
I'm supposed to see Megan while I'm up here in Indy
She keeps saying she's busy and isn't sure when she'll be free
I don't think she wants to hang out with me
She just won't say it
I kind of want her to
I know it would probably hurt
I want something to hurt me
Something new to play around with
Last night I moved in echos
I would move
But I would still feel my body's movement being played back
Chelsea looked me in the eyes
That's her name
The girl I've been talking about
Bright blue eyes
Dark red hair
Porcelain skin...
She keeps saying she's busy and isn't sure when she'll be free
I don't think she wants to hang out with me
She just won't say it
I kind of want her to
I know it would probably hurt
I want something to hurt me
Something new to play around with
Last night I moved in echos
I would move
But I would still feel my body's movement being played back
Chelsea looked me in the eyes
That's her name
The girl I've been talking about
Bright blue eyes
Dark red hair
Porcelain skin...
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Published
12th Apr 2013 1:33am
12th Apr 2013 1:33am
Thoughts3
I'd be looking at a beautiful sunset if it weren't so cloudy
Clouds never really ruin beauty for me though
They just make the day a bit darker
I think that's why people think cloudy days are so ugly
They cover everything in shadow
The beauty is still there
You just have to know where to look
My friend is picking up that girl so we can hang out
I can't stop thinking about her
I know nothing will happen between us
Yet I find myself fantasizing about her a lot
Just being around the opposite sex makes me feel better
It's all...
Clouds never really ruin beauty for me though
They just make the day a bit darker
I think that's why people think cloudy days are so ugly
They cover everything in shadow
The beauty is still there
You just have to know where to look
My friend is picking up that girl so we can hang out
I can't stop thinking about her
I know nothing will happen between us
Yet I find myself fantasizing about her a lot
Just being around the opposite sex makes me feel better
It's all...
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Published
12th Apr 2013 00:07am
12th Apr 2013 00:07am
Thoughts2
I woke up a 5 pm today
It's funny
Most people don't seem to know what am and pm are
Ante Meridiem
Post Meridiem
The neighbors at my friend's house fight a lot
The woman in the house screams about cigarettes a lot
And they yell at "Bobbie" most of the time
Makes it hard to think sometimes
They don't sound like the most intelligent people
I wonder if they know what am and pm is
We smoked a lot yesterday
We smoked everything I had left
A copious amount, that's for sure
Enough to put me in a numb state of mind
...
It's funny
Most people don't seem to know what am and pm are
Ante Meridiem
Post Meridiem
The neighbors at my friend's house fight a lot
The woman in the house screams about cigarettes a lot
And they yell at "Bobbie" most of the time
Makes it hard to think sometimes
They don't sound like the most intelligent people
I wonder if they know what am and pm is
We smoked a lot yesterday
We smoked everything I had left
A copious amount, that's for sure
Enough to put me in a numb state of mind
...
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Published
9th Apr 2013 6:32pm
9th Apr 2013 6:32pm
Thoughts
I woke up feeling like shit today. You see, my diet, these last couple weeks, has consisted of weed, cigarettes, and junk food. My brain has felt all fuzzy this whole time. I feel like I'm dreaming. Some days I have trouble telling what conversations have taken place and which ones were in my head.
Let me start at the beginning.
I'm visiting Indianapolis, Indiana for a month. I needed to get away from home, from my parent's arguing, from my boring life. I needed something new.
I feel free, although, some days I feel like vomiting and passing out. I'm exhausted and things are...
Let me start at the beginning.
I'm visiting Indianapolis, Indiana for a month. I needed to get away from home, from my parent's arguing, from my boring life. I needed something new.
I feel free, although, some days I feel like vomiting and passing out. I'm exhausted and things are...
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