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 :)
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2011 7:07am
25th Jun 2011 7:07am
Siren
They follow at the wave of a finger. Her song makes them come.
She throws away the gifts they bring her, only keeping some.
Now they throw themselves into her arms, but she pushes them away.
The siren lets out the alarms, and with her, they must lay.
The warnings arising, she cries your name.
You follow and fall, right into her game.
You just can’t resist it, this firey lust.
You know that you shouldn’t, but know that you must.
She throws away the gifts they bring her, only keeping some.
Now they throw themselves into her arms, but she pushes them away.
The siren lets out the alarms, and with her, they must lay.
The warnings arising, she cries your name.
You follow and fall, right into her game.
You just can’t resist it, this firey lust.
You know that you shouldn’t, but know that you must.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2011 7:00am
25th Jun 2011 7:00am
Cocoon
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2011 00:24am
31st May 2011 00:24am
Angel
She sits softly waiting for something. She breathes lightly hoping for change.
I’ve come to give her meaning. I’ve come to make her move.
Still she sits blinded by her love for flaunting her self pity. She’s been sitting here for hours and contemplating suicide.
The razor’s in her hand and the scars are to her side. I’ve come to recollect I’ve come to take it back.
She’s scared and so alone. The razor kisses her skin so softly.
I guide her through the darkness. I pull her from her self loathing.
I hold her and show her love. I sing a song...
I’ve come to give her meaning. I’ve come to make her move.
Still she sits blinded by her love for flaunting her self pity. She’s been sitting here for hours and contemplating suicide.
The razor’s in her hand and the scars are to her side. I’ve come to recollect I’ve come to take it back.
She’s scared and so alone. The razor kisses her skin so softly.
I guide her through the darkness. I pull her from her self loathing.
I hold her and show her love. I sing a song...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2011 00:19am
31st May 2011 00:19am
Succubus
She found me when I was lost
She made black look so inviting
She came to me wanting more
Her voice was filled with desperation
She called for me and I came
She reached for me as I pulled away
I left her craving more
She made blue seem so inviting
I ended it with a sigh
I walked away feeling so reborn
Her connection to me was lost
I pulled away leaving her there empty
I spread my wings to fly
She cut me down with her soft breathing
She was...
She made black look so inviting
She came to me wanting more
Her voice was filled with desperation
She called for me and I came
She reached for me as I pulled away
I left her craving more
She made blue seem so inviting
I ended it with a sigh
I walked away feeling so reborn
Her connection to me was lost
I pulled away leaving her there empty
I spread my wings to fly
She cut me down with her soft breathing
She was...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th May 2011 6:09am
29th May 2011 6:09am
House of Mirrors
Here in this house of mirrors. Displaying all my fears. I have been here for years and now I’m throwing rocks.
The doors made of my demons. Behind them hide my secrets. Transparent walls reveal them all so come inside.
I call this home. This is my home I have come home and now I’m trapped inside.
Distorted dreams of you. Blurred images bleed through.I suddenly come to and now I’m aware.
My dreams are fed by prophecy. these lies have made my bed. Delusions fill my head I get this of dread when I look at you.
If I stare long enoughI can make you transparent. I can make you...
The doors made of my demons. Behind them hide my secrets. Transparent walls reveal them all so come inside.
I call this home. This is my home I have come home and now I’m trapped inside.
Distorted dreams of you. Blurred images bleed through.I suddenly come to and now I’m aware.
My dreams are fed by prophecy. these lies have made my bed. Delusions fill my head I get this of dread when I look at you.
If I stare long enoughI can make you transparent. I can make you...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th May 2011 6:06am
29th May 2011 6:06am
DMT
Spiritual irrigation
Tranquil meditation
A peaceful separation in this place of death and silence
Guided by confusion
Believing this delusion
You all seem quite amused as I’m fading into nothing
Tranquil meditation
A peaceful separation in this place of death and silence
Guided by confusion
Believing this delusion
You all seem quite amused as I’m fading into nothing
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2010 1:26pm
5th Mar 2010 1:26pm
The Faithfull Idiot
A christian man is working on his farm one blistering summer day. He is sad because the soil is so dry he can't plant anything. The christian looks to the sky and says. "God give me rain for your soil is too dry, I cant possibly rais any crops." In turn God gave him two days of rain. An atheist man however believes in no God but he still receives two days of rain. A month later the christian manis sitting at dinner head bowed and he said. "Oh lord thank you so much for my wife, my son and the bounty of crops, you give to me so much and I give nothing back. For this I am...
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