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 :)
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 6:49pm
10th Aug 2012 6:49pm
Reflection (Old Friend)
Hey there, old friend, It's been a while
I see you're changing much like me
unfamiliar reflection who is this man I see?
This mirror's cracked and smudged leaving my reflection in blurry fragments
How suiting
I can only wish to make sense of what I'm seeing
Hey there, old friend, it's been some time now
I see you're broken just like me
I cut my hand on the broken mirror as I wipe away the dust
Blood stained reflection
Painted red fragments
Now I'll never see that familiar face again
Now I may never know who's staring back
Clear away these...
I see you're changing much like me
unfamiliar reflection who is this man I see?
This mirror's cracked and smudged leaving my reflection in blurry fragments
How suiting
I can only wish to make sense of what I'm seeing
Hey there, old friend, it's been some time now
I see you're broken just like me
I cut my hand on the broken mirror as I wipe away the dust
Blood stained reflection
Painted red fragments
Now I'll never see that familiar face again
Now I may never know who's staring back
Clear away these...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 6:39pm
10th Aug 2012 6:39pm
The Goddess
She was a goddess
Her calming voice healed me
She relaxed and nurtured me
She called me, tempted me, pulled me in and lifted me out of my suffering
She was perfection
She was everything I'd ever wanted
She had soft sugar lips, bright inviting eyes, and a body made for love
She wanted more
I knew she wanted more
So she took me, she took all of me, but was still thirsty for affection
Spinning, twirling, winding bodies entwined
She arched her back in ecstasy
Called out to me and the collapsed breathless on top of me, biting my chest as I too...
Her calming voice healed me
She relaxed and nurtured me
She called me, tempted me, pulled me in and lifted me out of my suffering
She was perfection
She was everything I'd ever wanted
She had soft sugar lips, bright inviting eyes, and a body made for love
She wanted more
I knew she wanted more
So she took me, she took all of me, but was still thirsty for affection
Spinning, twirling, winding bodies entwined
She arched her back in ecstasy
Called out to me and the collapsed breathless on top of me, biting my chest as I too...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2012 3:28pm
9th Aug 2012 3:28pm
Icarus
I close my eyes and then I take wing
I fly too high and come crashing down
Wings of hope held together by wax
Are no match for the scorching sun
"Maybe my ambitions were too ambitious."
I think to myself as I make my descent
"Or maybe these are wings of arrogance"
"And my haste has in turn become my demise."
These thoughts are haunting me
As I spiral down I hope to land in a sea or dreams
The gift bestowed upon me I have squandered
I should have heeded my fathers words
"Don't fly so high, lest you fall back...
I fly too high and come crashing down
Wings of hope held together by wax
Are no match for the scorching sun
"Maybe my ambitions were too ambitious."
I think to myself as I make my descent
"Or maybe these are wings of arrogance"
"And my haste has in turn become my demise."
These thoughts are haunting me
As I spiral down I hope to land in a sea or dreams
The gift bestowed upon me I have squandered
I should have heeded my fathers words
"Don't fly so high, lest you fall back...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 2:33am
6th Aug 2012 2:33am
Wasteland
I'm choking on the dust and ashes of a dream
What have I done?
I take a step back to examine the damage
This one is in no shape to salvage
I fall to my knees as the realization sweeps over me
Acceptance is such a cold word, and it's showing its ugly face
I think it's sad how I hold so tightly to the fragments of a shattered hope
The shards cut deep into my skin
Yet I still won't loosen up my grip
I clear the ash from my lungs but the air's too thick to draw a fresh breath
So many pages left unwritten and I'm so close to giving up
I scream
This...
What have I done?
I take a step back to examine the damage
This one is in no shape to salvage
I fall to my knees as the realization sweeps over me
Acceptance is such a cold word, and it's showing its ugly face
I think it's sad how I hold so tightly to the fragments of a shattered hope
The shards cut deep into my skin
Yet I still won't loosen up my grip
I clear the ash from my lungs but the air's too thick to draw a fresh breath
So many pages left unwritten and I'm so close to giving up
I scream
This...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 9:07am
4th Aug 2012 9:07am
Reminisce
I remember those long walks I'd take to your house
It was usually dusk and the tree tops would snuff what little sunlight that was left
I'd always have butterflies in my stomach
I have some now just thinking about it
I always had a good bit of time between my place and yours to just think
But even then all that was on my mind was you
I bet passersby thought I was crazy because I'd often be smiling to myself just thinking about how, when I got there, our lips would meet, and bliss and heaven would carry us away
I remember those beautiful summer nights when...
It was usually dusk and the tree tops would snuff what little sunlight that was left
I'd always have butterflies in my stomach
I have some now just thinking about it
I always had a good bit of time between my place and yours to just think
But even then all that was on my mind was you
I bet passersby thought I was crazy because I'd often be smiling to myself just thinking about how, when I got there, our lips would meet, and bliss and heaven would carry us away
I remember those beautiful summer nights when...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 2:18am
3rd Aug 2012 2:18am
Tears and Cigarettes
Sitting on my steps, I take a drag of my cigarette, and as the smoke fills my lungs I reflect on my day.
I've had a rather unproductive one.
I've had a rather unproductive life.
I expel the smoke along with my loathing and then draw in a heavy breath.
My eyes begin to well up, my throat begins to swell.
I know what is coming and it's been quite some time since I last felt this way.
I let the tears fall.
I let the tears run down my cheeks.
And when I flick off the ashes I watch as the embers fade in the wind.
That's how I feel.
In between sobs my...
I've had a rather unproductive one.
I've had a rather unproductive life.
I expel the smoke along with my loathing and then draw in a heavy breath.
My eyes begin to well up, my throat begins to swell.
I know what is coming and it's been quite some time since I last felt this way.
I let the tears fall.
I let the tears run down my cheeks.
And when I flick off the ashes I watch as the embers fade in the wind.
That's how I feel.
In between sobs my...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 00:42am
1st Aug 2012 00:42am
Solving The Puzzle That is Me
In one hand I hold a dagger, in the other I hold my heart.
To Join hands would be the end of my hope, and the beginning of a forgotten yet familiar sorrow.
In my chest is a key, in my head is a lock.
Throughout my body twist the cogs and springs I hope to one day bring to synchronicity.
I am the enigmatic, the perplexing, the man who doesn't even know himself.
I am the reflection, an inverted image, a copy.
In one hand I hold my heart, in the other I hold a dagger. With the former I carve into myself and reach inside. Here I find the cogs in motion.
I take...
To Join hands would be the end of my hope, and the beginning of a forgotten yet familiar sorrow.
In my chest is a key, in my head is a lock.
Throughout my body twist the cogs and springs I hope to one day bring to synchronicity.
I am the enigmatic, the perplexing, the man who doesn't even know himself.
I am the reflection, an inverted image, a copy.
In one hand I hold my heart, in the other I hold a dagger. With the former I carve into myself and reach inside. Here I find the cogs in motion.
I take...
837 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 00:21am
1st Aug 2012 00:21am
That Morning
Looking out to a beautiful horizon.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
Orange, pink, red, and yellow bleeding through the trees.
The light of the rising sun flirts and kisses the dancing leaves.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
How can I capture such stunning beauty?
For you this will never be the same.
A moment that a photograph could never truly capture.
Rich deep colors trickle over tree tops, and I stand captivated by the view.
This vista steals the very breath from my lungs.
In this moment I am home.
The sun shines into me,...
This is what tomorrow looks like.
Orange, pink, red, and yellow bleeding through the trees.
The light of the rising sun flirts and kisses the dancing leaves.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
How can I capture such stunning beauty?
For you this will never be the same.
A moment that a photograph could never truly capture.
Rich deep colors trickle over tree tops, and I stand captivated by the view.
This vista steals the very breath from my lungs.
In this moment I am home.
The sun shines into me,...
756 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 00:18am
21st Jul 2012 00:18am
Meditation
Expel all doubt and negativity from your core.
Breath in new life, find your center.
Focus on the separation of body and mind.
Shed this old dying skin.
You're opening your eyes for the first time.
This sensitivity to light is expected.
Don't shield your eyes from the new found beauty.
Breath, evolve, breach the boundaries of your mind.
Achieve the consciousness you seek.
Push beyond the boundaries of you mind.
Awake.
Breath in new life, find your center.
Focus on the separation of body and mind.
Shed this old dying skin.
You're opening your eyes for the first time.
This sensitivity to light is expected.
Don't shield your eyes from the new found beauty.
Breath, evolve, breach the boundaries of your mind.
Achieve the consciousness you seek.
Push beyond the boundaries of you mind.
Awake.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 4:02am
16th Jul 2012 4:02am
Acceptance
The ache of this painful reality opens up my eyes.
I think I’ve been dreaming for far too long and now it’s time I wake.
Acceptance, just the thought of the word makes my heart sink into the abyss of my deepest fears.
I’ve been lying to myself for far too long; it’s time I accept the truth.
This is the skin I’m in.
This is the life handed to me. I can’t be anyone else.
I can’t be who I want to be. Brutal, painful, jarring awakening.
A cold numb ache of my acceptance.
I think I’ve been dreaming for far too long and now it’s time I wake.
Acceptance, just the thought of the word makes my heart sink into the abyss of my deepest fears.
I’ve been lying to myself for far too long; it’s time I accept the truth.
This is the skin I’m in.
This is the life handed to me. I can’t be anyone else.
I can’t be who I want to be. Brutal, painful, jarring awakening.
A cold numb ache of my acceptance.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2012 00:00am
15th Jul 2012 00:00am
Fetus
Formless, weightless, dormant, empty
Floating, waiting in the womb of a dying hope
Calm, and still before the twitch of life jars this vessel awake
Eyes so hopeful, young, and innocent
Beautiful naivety and curiosity brings this form to life
How very human how very fragile and oh so broken
Such an intricate web of compulsive complexities
Just give this time to grow before you reach inside; let its hope mature
I am formless, I am weightless here
I am dormant, I am empty here
Floating, waiting in the womb of a dying hope
Calm, and still before the twitch of life jars this vessel awake
Eyes so hopeful, young, and innocent
Beautiful naivety and curiosity brings this form to life
How very human how very fragile and oh so broken
Such an intricate web of compulsive complexities
Just give this time to grow before you reach inside; let its hope mature
I am formless, I am weightless here
I am dormant, I am empty here
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 11:58pm
14th Jul 2012 11:58pm
Womb
So warm, and welcoming sustaining life in this vessel
Open eyed I seem to remember why I'm here
I'm home
Hello, I'm still inside and weak
Hey, I feel like you're still here
Warm embracing arms holding me inside I'm whole
Oh I think I see the light
Please don't let me go just yet
I can feel it all I think I found myself drifting and suddenly I'm the one I chose to be
No wait I'm still inside please don't leave me
Hello, can you even hear me?
Open eyed I seem to remember why I'm here
I'm home
Hello, I'm still inside and weak
Hey, I feel like you're still here
Warm embracing arms holding me inside I'm whole
Oh I think I see the light
Please don't let me go just yet
I can feel it all I think I found myself drifting and suddenly I'm the one I chose to be
No wait I'm still inside please don't leave me
Hello, can you even hear me?
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