Submissions by WHERES_WALDO (Zackary Cull)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 9:21am
28th Aug 2012 9:21am
Rough Sailing
Let me take you there,
To that place you have never been.
You say you are scared.
This is unusual.
It's crazy.
Different.
Scary.
I know how it is, the way you feel.
I am in the same boat but what is the difference?
My boat isn't sinking.
I can keep it up in the deep waters.
You need help I see that.
Sometimes you just can't do things on your own.
Accept it.
Embrace it.
I can show you how to overcome it.
I want to show you how.
Waiting can't solve everything.
Time isn't always the right answer.
Sometimes you have...
To that place you have never been.
You say you are scared.
This is unusual.
It's crazy.
Different.
Scary.
I know how it is, the way you feel.
I am in the same boat but what is the difference?
My boat isn't sinking.
I can keep it up in the deep waters.
You need help I see that.
Sometimes you just can't do things on your own.
Accept it.
Embrace it.
I can show you how to overcome it.
I want to show you how.
Waiting can't solve everything.
Time isn't always the right answer.
Sometimes you have...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 10:12am
23rd Jul 2012 10:12am
Royalty Deserves Loyalty
In the castle is a majestic being
She sits on her throne.
Big, beatuiful brown eyes that see everything,
and lips that speak in a soft tone.
She wishes for a story but I give her more,
A poem she will love.
It's a poem of passion,
A feeling I was given from above.
She sits on her throne.
Big, beatuiful brown eyes that see everything,
and lips that speak in a soft tone.
She wishes for a story but I give her more,
A poem she will love.
It's a poem of passion,
A feeling I was given from above.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2011 1:16am
6th Dec 2011 1:16am
Seen Better Days
A cold night, at least colder than most.
I am on my way home to a party I am soon to host.
A leisurely walk to the nearest convenience store
I take my time enjoying the cool silence more and more.
Chips, soda, and frozen pizza fill my bag to the top
almost as if I am a walking snack shop.
Thinking about the upcoming events of the night
I begin to drift back to reality and regain my sight.
People with no belongings crowd the street,
they have nothing, not even shoes on their feet.
Christmas is in the air, i just have that feeling.
I feel awful...
I am on my way home to a party I am soon to host.
A leisurely walk to the nearest convenience store
I take my time enjoying the cool silence more and more.
Chips, soda, and frozen pizza fill my bag to the top
almost as if I am a walking snack shop.
Thinking about the upcoming events of the night
I begin to drift back to reality and regain my sight.
People with no belongings crowd the street,
they have nothing, not even shoes on their feet.
Christmas is in the air, i just have that feeling.
I feel awful...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2011 10:22pm
14th Jul 2011 10:22pm
Departure
Its almost like i knew i was going to leave.
Deep down i always knew.
The clock was counting down but i thought nothing of it.
I expected this to happen.
But i ignored it.
The reality of leaving i let escape me.
I just enjoyed what i had for the time being.
Now that i have a reason to stay i also have a reason to leave.
Apparently it was not meant to be.
Although i wish it was.
A man once said from one bad thing come five good things.
Too bad i only want one girl.
Deep down i always knew.
The clock was counting down but i thought nothing of it.
I expected this to happen.
But i ignored it.
The reality of leaving i let escape me.
I just enjoyed what i had for the time being.
Now that i have a reason to stay i also have a reason to leave.
Apparently it was not meant to be.
Although i wish it was.
A man once said from one bad thing come five good things.
Too bad i only want one girl.
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2011 8:44am
6th Jul 2011 8:44am
The Bliss of Ignorance
Is it possible to lie to myself?
I know the answer yet I pretend I don't.
Can I schackle the truth so it never escapes?
Am i protecting myself or hurting others?
Do I care if they hurt or if I hurt so they don't have to?
My mind does work of its own.
A hidden scientist with chemicals unknown.
Although I know what they do... I don't.
I take the drug and im off to this place.
A place of nothing but everything im looking for.
The bliss of ignorance.
I know the answer yet I pretend I don't.
Can I schackle the truth so it never escapes?
Am i protecting myself or hurting others?
Do I care if they hurt or if I hurt so they don't have to?
My mind does work of its own.
A hidden scientist with chemicals unknown.
Although I know what they do... I don't.
I take the drug and im off to this place.
A place of nothing but everything im looking for.
The bliss of ignorance.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2011 7:52pm
4th Jul 2011 7:52pm
Misconception
He comes home a hero,
everyone knows he conquered a foe.
Sadly, he still feels like a zero,
what he went through, nobody will know.
The visions of gloom and death never leave his mind,
not everything heals in time.
No visions of people being kind,
no. Only towns with far too much crime.
Yet nobody sees what is beneath the surface.
A man young and full of life.
The life seems to have faded into nothingness,
executed with a quick jab of a knife.
The world goes on with his problems unkown,
a world more caring and understanding...
everyone knows he conquered a foe.
Sadly, he still feels like a zero,
what he went through, nobody will know.
The visions of gloom and death never leave his mind,
not everything heals in time.
No visions of people being kind,
no. Only towns with far too much crime.
Yet nobody sees what is beneath the surface.
A man young and full of life.
The life seems to have faded into nothingness,
executed with a quick jab of a knife.
The world goes on with his problems unkown,
a world more caring and understanding...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2011 11:54pm
30th Jun 2011 11:54pm
(Henry the Piggy's Life Trials Part Two) One Small Step for Man, One Huge Leap for Pig
They said I couldn't do a thing for I am a pig,
I beg to differ ill make it big.
American idol is my one chance to succeed,
A near win is all I need.
If I get close I think I can get signed
Fear and nervousness in my soul are combined.
The stage is calling my name.
I don't want to make myself a fool and feel shame.
Weeks pass and I slimly skate by
I slowly become less shy.
As I grow more comfortable and can open up
My character helps me rise to the top.
I don't want to forget the life I was living before.
To zack I owe my life and more....
I beg to differ ill make it big.
American idol is my one chance to succeed,
A near win is all I need.
If I get close I think I can get signed
Fear and nervousness in my soul are combined.
The stage is calling my name.
I don't want to make myself a fool and feel shame.
Weeks pass and I slimly skate by
I slowly become less shy.
As I grow more comfortable and can open up
My character helps me rise to the top.
I don't want to forget the life I was living before.
To zack I owe my life and more....
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2011 11:49pm
30th Jun 2011 11:49pm
Something New
Im not sorry I'm happy and I tend to smile.
I just haven't had a reason in a while.
Someone came into my life and she knows who she is,
I'm a soda and she makes me fizz.
I'm shook up and bursting with joy,
I'm so glad I can be her boy.
To us a day together isn't enough time.
I wish we could have seven days, even nine.
Forever is a long time but you never know,
Thats just how far we might go.
We might be young now but I feel its right,
Every morning when I wake up and when I go to bed at night.
You're exactly what I wanted more,
For you I...
I just haven't had a reason in a while.
Someone came into my life and she knows who she is,
I'm a soda and she makes me fizz.
I'm shook up and bursting with joy,
I'm so glad I can be her boy.
To us a day together isn't enough time.
I wish we could have seven days, even nine.
Forever is a long time but you never know,
Thats just how far we might go.
We might be young now but I feel its right,
Every morning when I wake up and when I go to bed at night.
You're exactly what I wanted more,
For you I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2011 9:19am
2nd May 2011 9:19am
A Sticky Situation
at both ends my wrapper is twisted tight.
i sit confined in the bag i feel no delight.
but wait! there is a light!
im surrounded by a hand, i fly like a kite.
i see a man and i close my eyes in fright.
he began unwrppaing my jolly rancher wrapper starting at one end,
there is absolutely nothing i can do to defend.
i sit, wrapper wide open knowing it can not be mend.
he hesitates to unroll the wrapping and thinks twice.
"eat now or eat later? i need advice"
my sweet aura has the tendency to entice.
finally he unwraps me and...
i sit confined in the bag i feel no delight.
but wait! there is a light!
im surrounded by a hand, i fly like a kite.
i see a man and i close my eyes in fright.
he began unwrppaing my jolly rancher wrapper starting at one end,
there is absolutely nothing i can do to defend.
i sit, wrapper wide open knowing it can not be mend.
he hesitates to unroll the wrapping and thinks twice.
"eat now or eat later? i need advice"
my sweet aura has the tendency to entice.
finally he unwraps me and...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2011 7:07am
18th Apr 2011 7:07am
Mystery Sale
i sit uneasy on my bed,
confused thoughts racing in my head.
all is silent with the exception of the ceiling fan,
i would stop it if only i can.
i sit paralyzed on my bed,
only one tear from my eye is shed.
i see the hourglass on the nightstand,
at the bottom sits every grain of sand.
my time is up for the task i was assigned,
i couldnt finsh, it i felt like i was doing it blind.
theyre coming for me, i know they are.
i feel awfully weak i can not spar.
i feel strained and pained,
from this ordeal, nothing i have...
confused thoughts racing in my head.
all is silent with the exception of the ceiling fan,
i would stop it if only i can.
i sit paralyzed on my bed,
only one tear from my eye is shed.
i see the hourglass on the nightstand,
at the bottom sits every grain of sand.
my time is up for the task i was assigned,
i couldnt finsh, it i felt like i was doing it blind.
theyre coming for me, i know they are.
i feel awfully weak i can not spar.
i feel strained and pained,
from this ordeal, nothing i have...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2011 4:18am
13th Apr 2011 4:18am
Underpaid and Under Praised
Thename is Gator,
Gatorthe refrigerator.
Ihave a cold heart and an even colder head.
Uneasyto anger, silence is my game,
analmost inaudible hum is all that I say for I am tame.
Barelynoticed for my work 24/7,
Idon’t think I’m appreciated not even in heaven.
Ican even serve beverages, cold water with ice,
cubesor crushed either way I’m precise.
Iposses a small light to light up your night,
youcan see in the dark, the darkness cannot fight.
I’mnot asking for thanks although that would be nice,
Ithink my constant silence is a vice.
Sonow I say...
Gatorthe refrigerator.
Ihave a cold heart and an even colder head.
Uneasyto anger, silence is my game,
analmost inaudible hum is all that I say for I am tame.
Barelynoticed for my work 24/7,
Idon’t think I’m appreciated not even in heaven.
Ican even serve beverages, cold water with ice,
cubesor crushed either way I’m precise.
Iposses a small light to light up your night,
youcan see in the dark, the darkness cannot fight.
I’mnot asking for thanks although that would be nice,
Ithink my constant silence is a vice.
Sonow I say...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Apr 2011 4:40am
11th Apr 2011 4:40am
(Henry the Piggy's Life Trials Part One) When Henry Meets Zackary
I once had a piggy,
he sang so well he sounded like Ziggy.
His name was Henry and he had a dream,
it was hard to follow without a team.
Unsupported and left behind,
his angelic voice slowly declined.
He searched and searched and searched for a friend,
it seemed his search would never come to an end.
One day at the supermarket in the slop section,
an unexpected boy appeared and the timing was perfection.
Henry held two bags of slop, one rhubarb, the other corn,
then he asked the boy, "which one? i am torn."
The boy was utterly...
he sang so well he sounded like Ziggy.
His name was Henry and he had a dream,
it was hard to follow without a team.
Unsupported and left behind,
his angelic voice slowly declined.
He searched and searched and searched for a friend,
it seemed his search would never come to an end.
One day at the supermarket in the slop section,
an unexpected boy appeared and the timing was perfection.
Henry held two bags of slop, one rhubarb, the other corn,
then he asked the boy, "which one? i am torn."
The boy was utterly...
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