Submissions by Zach_of_all_trades
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It is the highest goal of an artist to make someone feel something, whatever feeling it may be. Let it be pure and genuine in all of its imperfect glory.
SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Apr 2017 2:08am
21st Apr 2017 2:08am
The Good, the Bad, the Indifferent
Her love comes in seasons
At different points in the day
She can be warm as the sunshine
Or cold as the rain
I'll float away
Straight to outer space
With her lips touching mine
Or when I see her face
Just as I'm reaching
The highest I've been
She releases her dagger tongue
Cuts me back down again
And it seems so strange
To tremble at the sound of her name
After all this loss, there's still something
Something here to gain
She tastes of poison
Laced with something more sweet
But the...
At different points in the day
She can be warm as the sunshine
Or cold as the rain
I'll float away
Straight to outer space
With her lips touching mine
Or when I see her face
Just as I'm reaching
The highest I've been
She releases her dagger tongue
Cuts me back down again
And it seems so strange
To tremble at the sound of her name
After all this loss, there's still something
Something here to gain
She tastes of poison
Laced with something more sweet
But the...
598 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2017 3:45pm
20th Apr 2017 3:45pm
Second to Everyone
Empty words and topped off glasses
Disconnection as time passes
Social for sake of recognition
Desperate, seeking validation
Care not given to detail
Calm exterior, internal flail
Testament to the love of self
Empathy gathers dust on shelf
Weaving through this verbal nightmare
Assailing tongues set traps to ensnare
Unknowing lips, they meant no harm
Evident by their smiles and charm
Betrayal made by friendly ears
Corruption of faith built by years
Carry on as humans do
Rest in remains, faithful Number 2.
Disconnection as time passes
Social for sake of recognition
Desperate, seeking validation
Care not given to detail
Calm exterior, internal flail
Testament to the love of self
Empathy gathers dust on shelf
Weaving through this verbal nightmare
Assailing tongues set traps to ensnare
Unknowing lips, they meant no harm
Evident by their smiles and charm
Betrayal made by friendly ears
Corruption of faith built by years
Carry on as humans do
Rest in remains, faithful Number 2.
540 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2017 4:07am
20th Apr 2017 4:07am
For Granted
Discarded
Tossed like crumpled fast food wrappers
Left in cars in boiling summer heat
Melted chesee and mustard stains
Wasted
Not folded neatly and placed in boxes
Like clothes for a donation bin
Destined for repurpose
Erased
No kind words left on whiteboards
Nor Steno pads or Post-its
Only black smears and adhesive residue
Forgotten
As 4th grade water color art
Stuffed in a box in a dusty attic
Losing importance and meaning
Decaying
An unkept garden yields no crops
Barren...
Tossed like crumpled fast food wrappers
Left in cars in boiling summer heat
Melted chesee and mustard stains
Wasted
Not folded neatly and placed in boxes
Like clothes for a donation bin
Destined for repurpose
Erased
No kind words left on whiteboards
Nor Steno pads or Post-its
Only black smears and adhesive residue
Forgotten
As 4th grade water color art
Stuffed in a box in a dusty attic
Losing importance and meaning
Decaying
An unkept garden yields no crops
Barren...
503 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2017 6:23pm
18th Apr 2017 6:23pm
When I was Your Dad
I.
I used to hold your hand every time we’d cross the street
I used to show you how to tie your shoes tightly to your feet
I used to drop you off at school each morning on my way to work
I used to look in the rear view mirror and see your perfect little smirk
I taught you how to clean your room and put away your toys
I was even there watch you start to take an interest in boys
I took you to your softball games and watched you play your best
I encouraged you to push on through, when your resolve was put to test
I put you...
I used to hold your hand every time we’d cross the street
I used to show you how to tie your shoes tightly to your feet
I used to drop you off at school each morning on my way to work
I used to look in the rear view mirror and see your perfect little smirk
I taught you how to clean your room and put away your toys
I was even there watch you start to take an interest in boys
I took you to your softball games and watched you play your best
I encouraged you to push on through, when your resolve was put to test
I put you...
687 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2017 1:41pm
18th Apr 2017 1:41pm
Catching Eyes in an (Un)Friendly Face
Catching eyes of fire
At opposite ends of two extremes
Pretend to be a stranger
Reside within the heart
Defectively it beats, a flaw in a vital system
I thought I had it
Strange, this feeling inside
Excitement laced with fear
Incited by curiosity
Spurned by logical thought
In but a brief moment, spans the spectrum full
Is there anything left?
Breathing becomes a labor
A pounding heart
Cognition blurred
Collapse is imminent
Retreat into shadows, distance self from harm
Am I in...
At opposite ends of two extremes
Pretend to be a stranger
Reside within the heart
Defectively it beats, a flaw in a vital system
I thought I had it
Strange, this feeling inside
Excitement laced with fear
Incited by curiosity
Spurned by logical thought
In but a brief moment, spans the spectrum full
Is there anything left?
Breathing becomes a labor
A pounding heart
Cognition blurred
Collapse is imminent
Retreat into shadows, distance self from harm
Am I in...
534 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2017 5:17pm
17th Apr 2017 5:17pm
Lost Whispers
As lost as a whisper in a crowded conversation
Even the most eloquent words couldn’t save us
Haunting the depths of my mind
Her presence a permanent fixture in memory
I cannot yet smile when I think of her
A twisted smirk is all that can be managed
It is not sadness nor hate nor contempt
A mixture of curiosity and disappointment
Like a book, lost before finishing
Or one with an undesirable end
Even the most eloquent words couldn’t save us
Haunting the depths of my mind
Her presence a permanent fixture in memory
I cannot yet smile when I think of her
A twisted smirk is all that can be managed
It is not sadness nor hate nor contempt
A mixture of curiosity and disappointment
Like a book, lost before finishing
Or one with an undesirable end
524 reads
3 Comments
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