Submissions by ViktorLaurel (Michael Garner)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2009 9:29pm
17th Nov 2009 9:29pm
Four Lines Are Too Long
It just seems strange when
Empty words on a page
Can be used to explain
Another one's pain
Empty words on a page
Can be used to explain
Another one's pain
926 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2009 9:28pm
16th Nov 2009 9:28pm
The World Goes On,With Or Without You
The dominoes falling
Reflect broken lives
When the chain ends
We die
We are just all slaves to the guns
Pointed to our backs
Which we ourselves loaded
And are foolish enough to give to another
The suffocation of everyday
By the hands of respected authority
Out with the old in with the new
It's different yet exactly the same
We are just all slaves to the guns
Pointed to our backs
Which we ourselves loaded
And are foolish enough to give to another
We allow those who lie to live
To keep us...
Reflect broken lives
When the chain ends
We die
We are just all slaves to the guns
Pointed to our backs
Which we ourselves loaded
And are foolish enough to give to another
The suffocation of everyday
By the hands of respected authority
Out with the old in with the new
It's different yet exactly the same
We are just all slaves to the guns
Pointed to our backs
Which we ourselves loaded
And are foolish enough to give to another
We allow those who lie to live
To keep us...
953 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Nov 2009 8:09pm
16th Nov 2009 8:09pm
The Dead and the Damned
Broke down and broke up
Hung up and hungover
Your face is just makeup
Back to work, breaks over
In this absence of life
I wandered until I lost myself
I changed myself without a surgeon or a knife
My innocence gathers dust on my top shelf
Now the only ones who know me
The way I truly am
Are the ever so lonely
The Dead and the Damned
The Dead crave to live in flame
The Damned try to die
To end the sensation
As well as I
The parting of familiarities
Has left me cold
The...
Hung up and hungover
Your face is just makeup
Back to work, breaks over
In this absence of life
I wandered until I lost myself
I changed myself without a surgeon or a knife
My innocence gathers dust on my top shelf
Now the only ones who know me
The way I truly am
Are the ever so lonely
The Dead and the Damned
The Dead crave to live in flame
The Damned try to die
To end the sensation
As well as I
The parting of familiarities
Has left me cold
The...
1005 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2009 00:22am
14th Nov 2009 00:22am
Is it my turn?
How strange
Oh how strange
Like me
Just like you
Well how long
How long
Has it been one,one hundred years
You've been gone
You see me in the ceiling
Close your eyes and come to life
A shadow, to shed some light
Is it my turn to rescue you this time?
Oh how strange
Like me
Just like you
Well how long
How long
Has it been one,one hundred years
You've been gone
You see me in the ceiling
Close your eyes and come to life
A shadow, to shed some light
Is it my turn to rescue you this time?
737 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2009 00:19am
14th Nov 2009 00:19am
End of the Show
Laugh at the hearts breaking
Think I'd feel bad, they were mistaking
Me for someone else
Like you said before, I'm full of myself
Thought by now that they forgot
Another lie I haven't bought
I'm not like them
Was once but can't remember when
Friends go by, now gone
Or maybe I was the only one
Perhaps I'll never know
End of the show
Think I'd feel bad, they were mistaking
Me for someone else
Like you said before, I'm full of myself
Thought by now that they forgot
Another lie I haven't bought
I'm not like them
Was once but can't remember when
Friends go by, now gone
Or maybe I was the only one
Perhaps I'll never know
End of the show
870 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 9:33pm
12th Nov 2009 9:33pm
Barrel of a Gun
Justice comes from the barrel of a gun"
This sound wrong?
Or am I the only one?
War cry, or Death's song?
Rebels conspire
Goverment watches them roast
On a funeral pyre
The smoke blends with the ghosts
Barrel of a gun
A dead sons
Bodies dry up in the sun
Dogs eat
Dead meat
Blood mixed with sand
Too hard to talk
Too understand
So to war they walk
Live by the barrel of a gun
This sound wrong?
Or am I the only one?
War cry, or Death's song?
Rebels conspire
Goverment watches them roast
On a funeral pyre
The smoke blends with the ghosts
Barrel of a gun
A dead sons
Bodies dry up in the sun
Dogs eat
Dead meat
Blood mixed with sand
Too hard to talk
Too understand
So to war they walk
Live by the barrel of a gun
1076 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 9:30pm
12th Nov 2009 9:30pm
Cynic Rule the Sidewalk
"Cynics Rule The Sidewalk"
I met such a man one fateful afternoon
With a sign around his neck that read:
"The end is coming soon."
Thus strengthening my thoughts that
The true horor of humanity
Is it's confusion in everyday society
You see, the man was once a priest
Who now so pitifully blasphemed
And when I asked why he replied,
"I have no control
I must adapt to the constantly changing
Aesthetic choices of my God,
These are the rules I must live by."
Though there was cheap...
I met such a man one fateful afternoon
With a sign around his neck that read:
"The end is coming soon."
Thus strengthening my thoughts that
The true horor of humanity
Is it's confusion in everyday society
You see, the man was once a priest
Who now so pitifully blasphemed
And when I asked why he replied,
"I have no control
I must adapt to the constantly changing
Aesthetic choices of my God,
These are the rules I must live by."
Though there was cheap...
789 reads
6 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Nov 2009 9:31pm
11th Nov 2009 9:31pm
Parker Drive
She closes her eyes and starts the ignition
The gasoline mixes with the scent of her perfume
It's her last stand, her final mission
Her parents think she's in her room
But she's miles away, feeling alive
She knows it ends today, on Parker Drive
Through the suburbs,through the backstreets
Heading to the place where flesh and pavement meet
Past the cliched reasons and teen angst
Or so she thinks she races against
But perhaps the end is just the end
She'll know when she's around the bend
She's miles away, feeling...
The gasoline mixes with the scent of her perfume
It's her last stand, her final mission
Her parents think she's in her room
But she's miles away, feeling alive
She knows it ends today, on Parker Drive
Through the suburbs,through the backstreets
Heading to the place where flesh and pavement meet
Past the cliched reasons and teen angst
Or so she thinks she races against
But perhaps the end is just the end
She'll know when she's around the bend
She's miles away, feeling...
857 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2009 9:29pm
11th Nov 2009 9:29pm
Anarchy is an Establishment
If innocence can be lost than does it exist?
Graffiti is the same as billboards
Gangs are just cliques
A predator is a neighbor
If order can be broken than is there really order?
Green with envy or bills
A soul is priceless but every man has a price
Barred windows become barred cells at age18
If anarchy is a word than isn't it an establishment?
Obituaries are the new sports pages
A beautiful fire that keeps us warm is fueled by bodies
Graffiti is the same as billboards
Gangs are just cliques
A predator is a neighbor
If order can be broken than is there really order?
Green with envy or bills
A soul is priceless but every man has a price
Barred windows become barred cells at age18
If anarchy is a word than isn't it an establishment?
Obituaries are the new sports pages
A beautiful fire that keeps us warm is fueled by bodies
828 reads
2 Comments
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