Submissions by Valley
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a Growing ground for the Sons of Ole
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2014 00:52am
6th Aug 2014 00:52am
Mirror's backside
Mirrors are a thing to see.
It's the strange side of you or me.
What is on the back side?
This leads me to the drug ride,
where I saw the back of mirror's back side.
I then see all my friends.
The mirror gives me no leads.
Everyone is talk to each other
as if he's a friend or brother.
Another is yelling and screaming,
am I dreaming?
The screaming make my ears bleed
To get away is what I need.
I trip and fall with my legs do snap.
The screaming continues as my friends talk.
I wish I could walk.
The walls are turning red,
I am...
It's the strange side of you or me.
What is on the back side?
This leads me to the drug ride,
where I saw the back of mirror's back side.
I then see all my friends.
The mirror gives me no leads.
Everyone is talk to each other
as if he's a friend or brother.
Another is yelling and screaming,
am I dreaming?
The screaming make my ears bleed
To get away is what I need.
I trip and fall with my legs do snap.
The screaming continues as my friends talk.
I wish I could walk.
The walls are turning red,
I am...
651 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 6:02am
5th Aug 2014 6:02am
Best of Friends
Disappointment and addiction are the best of friends
addictions start and disappointment ends.
Losing a Person in your life,
such as a friend or wife.
This is a perfect disappointment.
Missing an appointment is
Disappointment as well.
An addiction to speed's often whiz.
Addictions make life hard as hell
but disappointment leaves not for long
The solution is wrong.
Disappointment and addiction are the best of friends
addictions start and disappointment ends.
addictions start and disappointment ends.
Losing a Person in your life,
such as a friend or wife.
This is a perfect disappointment.
Missing an appointment is
Disappointment as well.
An addiction to speed's often whiz.
Addictions make life hard as hell
but disappointment leaves not for long
The solution is wrong.
Disappointment and addiction are the best of friends
addictions start and disappointment ends.
562 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 5:49am
5th Aug 2014 5:49am
Glass Gem with a crack
Broken things are all in the world
every person has once has heard.
But cracks are different then they seem,
half way broken like a dream.
Cracks are fixable in many ways,
though it might take years or days.
Glass cracks a lot of time
and cost more than just a dime.
Gems are worth much more
but the age is higher in the core.
A Glass gem breaks quickly and fast
and is rarely fixed. The damage is too last.
every person has once has heard.
But cracks are different then they seem,
half way broken like a dream.
Cracks are fixable in many ways,
though it might take years or days.
Glass cracks a lot of time
and cost more than just a dime.
Gems are worth much more
but the age is higher in the core.
A Glass gem breaks quickly and fast
and is rarely fixed. The damage is too last.
528 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 3:48pm
4th Aug 2014 3:48pm
Blood, Bones, and Lacking Skin
554 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 3:37pm
4th Aug 2014 3:37pm
People of the Poem
Armies of men and women
as I am stuck in a den,
a den of people who lie and are Judgmental.
As the other call me insane and mental
you guys are thinking.
Oh the way the words work with my drinking.
It fills me with delight
and I can now sleep in the night.
The doors open and shut
that and the fact my old girlfriend was a slut,
reminds me of the fabric
of the strange tactic.
The tactic of people,
The people of the poems without equal.
as I am stuck in a den,
a den of people who lie and are Judgmental.
As the other call me insane and mental
you guys are thinking.
Oh the way the words work with my drinking.
It fills me with delight
and I can now sleep in the night.
The doors open and shut
that and the fact my old girlfriend was a slut,
reminds me of the fabric
of the strange tactic.
The tactic of people,
The people of the poems without equal.
480 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 5:43am
4th Aug 2014 5:43am
The keypad to nothing
You see it their
but you don't care,
it isn't a harm to you
so you ignore it through and through.
Later you see it again.
It seems different but you think it will end.
Later when you wake you come back,
the object seems to have something to lack.
You look in sky and see a number
and you ponder and wounder.
What is the meaning to this number in the sky,
does it have a meaning or is it something with my eye?
Well you look back to the object with lack
you then think why you came back.
You go over and enter the number you saw
a...
but you don't care,
it isn't a harm to you
so you ignore it through and through.
Later you see it again.
It seems different but you think it will end.
Later when you wake you come back,
the object seems to have something to lack.
You look in sky and see a number
and you ponder and wounder.
What is the meaning to this number in the sky,
does it have a meaning or is it something with my eye?
Well you look back to the object with lack
you then think why you came back.
You go over and enter the number you saw
a...
473 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 5:32am
4th Aug 2014 5:32am
Three need flowers
One, Two and Three
are all the flowers as we see.
The First is for you,
the second is for me,
and the Third is for thee.
The first withers quickly never spreads seed
your lost like your need.
The second is pulled and picked
as I am lied to and tricked.
The third stays alive
though with the lost of the others it is to rive.
Look for the third Flower on the right
as with the others you have lost all light.
These are Ambein, Dope and Weed
These are the things that you need.
are all the flowers as we see.
The First is for you,
the second is for me,
and the Third is for thee.
The first withers quickly never spreads seed
your lost like your need.
The second is pulled and picked
as I am lied to and tricked.
The third stays alive
though with the lost of the others it is to rive.
Look for the third Flower on the right
as with the others you have lost all light.
These are Ambein, Dope and Weed
These are the things that you need.
568 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2014 2:54pm
3rd Aug 2014 2:54pm
Flower behind the Broken glass
Broken glass behind a flower
By Valley of the son of Ole
Beauty is trapped
something we all have lacked.
The glass stops us
pouring out blood and puss,
cracking out
the blood goes through and about.
Trying to think
lost on the final brink.
The beauty is still trapped
still the thing that has to be lacked,
your stuck away from beauty like the mass
with the flower behind the broken glass.
By Valley of the son of Ole
Beauty is trapped
something we all have lacked.
The glass stops us
pouring out blood and puss,
cracking out
the blood goes through and about.
Trying to think
lost on the final brink.
The beauty is still trapped
still the thing that has to be lacked,
your stuck away from beauty like the mass
with the flower behind the broken glass.
527 reads
5 Comments
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