Submissions by ZexionKingdomHeart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If the grass is greener on the other side, then water your damn grass.
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 9:15pm
25th Jul 2013 9:15pm
A shot rang out
The day I was born,
A shot rang out.
I will be somebody.
I will make a difference.
A shot rang out.
I will be somebody.
I will make a difference.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2013 00:17am
24th Jul 2013 00:17am
The Tic-Tacs
I bought some tic tacs at the local gas station
Crazy-J offered me .35cents for each 'Pill'.
I sold them to him.
He took them home.
I took my 10 dollars and bought food for myself.
not much.
Just a bottle of pop, some chips and a chicken strip dinner.
I didn't think about the oncoming doom.
J would find out that they were fake pills.
I couldn't help it. Mom took on 2 jobs to pay the bills
Dad got laid off from the College he taught at.
They didn't have money to give me like they did.
I couldn't eat out everyday after school like my friends did....
Crazy-J offered me .35cents for each 'Pill'.
I sold them to him.
He took them home.
I took my 10 dollars and bought food for myself.
not much.
Just a bottle of pop, some chips and a chicken strip dinner.
I didn't think about the oncoming doom.
J would find out that they were fake pills.
I couldn't help it. Mom took on 2 jobs to pay the bills
Dad got laid off from the College he taught at.
They didn't have money to give me like they did.
I couldn't eat out everyday after school like my friends did....
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 9:21pm
23rd Jul 2013 9:21pm
The Crimson Drops
The euphoria is the silence of the dead lamb
the creationist leaves his post tonight.
He will select only one for the ritual.
The crimson will keep the life of the circle spinning.
The Satire of the evil laughs keeps the good ones on edge.
Here-say, the knife will cut deep into the purest heart.
The lies will be told, and they will be the most powerful.
the sincerity of the aftermath will be great.
and the last bit of the crimson drops will disappear.
*Inspired by a horror movie.
the creationist leaves his post tonight.
He will select only one for the ritual.
The crimson will keep the life of the circle spinning.
The Satire of the evil laughs keeps the good ones on edge.
Here-say, the knife will cut deep into the purest heart.
The lies will be told, and they will be the most powerful.
the sincerity of the aftermath will be great.
and the last bit of the crimson drops will disappear.
*Inspired by a horror movie.
646 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 3:19am
23rd Jul 2013 3:19am
Narcissistic Bitches
All I've seen are narcissistic bitches.
talking about how their views are better
and other people who see the situation differently lack value.
Why must they feel that way?
It's not like you're any better than them.
At least they have the decency to be polite.
all you do is bitch at them if they don't share the same piss poor attitude as you.
Sorry you feel that way.
some of us actually have empathy for others.
some of us actually care.
Mr. Pessimist, please take your shitty attitude elsewhere.
No one cares, nor do they want to hear it.
Also,...
talking about how their views are better
and other people who see the situation differently lack value.
Why must they feel that way?
It's not like you're any better than them.
At least they have the decency to be polite.
all you do is bitch at them if they don't share the same piss poor attitude as you.
Sorry you feel that way.
some of us actually have empathy for others.
some of us actually care.
Mr. Pessimist, please take your shitty attitude elsewhere.
No one cares, nor do they want to hear it.
Also,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 5:59am
21st Jul 2013 5:59am
The Black Crow; The Shovel; The Twilight Zone ~*Haiku's*~
i]The Black Crow has died
into a sea of despair
where he won't return.
The shovel digs deep
digging graves for the deceased
and burying them.
In the Twilight Zone
all reality is lost
into the dark voids.
into a sea of despair
where he won't return.
The shovel digs deep
digging graves for the deceased
and burying them.
In the Twilight Zone
all reality is lost
into the dark voids.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 9:06pm
20th Jul 2013 9:06pm
The Teen who Ruled the World
You say you wished you had been a teen idle?
You really did?
Burning up a bible, you say?
You want to be the damn center of attention?
Man, that must be so f*cking lonely.
You want to destroy the popular bitches?
The liars, the idiots, the snitches?
how the hell are you any different?
You wanted to be the prom queen?
did you seduce her boyfriend?
Like you said you wanted to?
You probably gave him a BJ.
That's all you're good for.
Popularity means nothing.
well, it does to you.
I guess you'll never change.
I suppose that's the way...
You really did?
Burning up a bible, you say?
You want to be the damn center of attention?
Man, that must be so f*cking lonely.
You want to destroy the popular bitches?
The liars, the idiots, the snitches?
how the hell are you any different?
You wanted to be the prom queen?
did you seduce her boyfriend?
Like you said you wanted to?
You probably gave him a BJ.
That's all you're good for.
Popularity means nothing.
well, it does to you.
I guess you'll never change.
I suppose that's the way...
721 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Jul 2013 8:57am
20th Jul 2013 8:57am
The Mime Talked to Me
Excerpt-idea for a short story I may write. If you keep up with me, you know that everything that gets uploaded, is made up on the spot. so whatever appears here, that is awful, distasteful, etc, then sorry!
Have you ever wondered if a mime could talk? Of course they do, silly! Well, that's what Ben told me. He says they're mysterious for a reason, quiet and such. Maybe he's just jealous 'cuz he gets slapped in the face by his mama for never shuttin' up. He's a talker, I tell ya. Always tellin' lies and such. Alabama ain't got no room for his lies. He even think lyin's gonna get him...
Have you ever wondered if a mime could talk? Of course they do, silly! Well, that's what Ben told me. He says they're mysterious for a reason, quiet and such. Maybe he's just jealous 'cuz he gets slapped in the face by his mama for never shuttin' up. He's a talker, I tell ya. Always tellin' lies and such. Alabama ain't got no room for his lies. He even think lyin's gonna get him...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 7:08am
20th Jul 2013 7:08am
All You Gotta Do is get a *beep* job.
No, no, I'm tired of listening
Stop making excuses
Excuses of fake abuses
The beer is your damn problem
And pot
Can't you see?
What you make me?
What the fuck is your problem?
Putting shit off tomorrow?
Yeah, my ass
You just don't want to do it.
Why do you do this?
Is it your only bliss?
I guess so.
I guess you can't see the true you.
But I can.
I see you.
You're a coward.
A stupid fucking coward.
Stop lying.
Do what you need to do.
You have a family.
Its time to take care of it.
Stop making excuses
Excuses of fake abuses
The beer is your damn problem
And pot
Can't you see?
What you make me?
What the fuck is your problem?
Putting shit off tomorrow?
Yeah, my ass
You just don't want to do it.
Why do you do this?
Is it your only bliss?
I guess so.
I guess you can't see the true you.
But I can.
I see you.
You're a coward.
A stupid fucking coward.
Stop lying.
Do what you need to do.
You have a family.
Its time to take care of it.
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 00:18am
12th Jul 2013 00:18am
Aerodynamics
In a world where dreams are real
and life is fake
the world seems much more vague
Well, more creative.
I like to live there.
where anything you want comes true.
thats nice.
to have whatever you want.
to be whatever you want to be
to talk to whoever you want
to have powers
to fly
to be invisible
to be rich
to enjoy the better things in life
those are where dreams stay
and I like to go there.
and life is fake
the world seems much more vague
Well, more creative.
I like to live there.
where anything you want comes true.
thats nice.
to have whatever you want.
to be whatever you want to be
to talk to whoever you want
to have powers
to fly
to be invisible
to be rich
to enjoy the better things in life
those are where dreams stay
and I like to go there.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 00:14am
12th Jul 2013 00:14am
Just Another Day
When I feel like I am going insane
I just breathe
I let all the anger and negativity flow out of me
I set my hands on a surface, and breathe.
Just breathe.
and tell myself, It's Just another day.
you can do this.
I just breathe
I let all the anger and negativity flow out of me
I set my hands on a surface, and breathe.
Just breathe.
and tell myself, It's Just another day.
you can do this.
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 3:07am
10th Jul 2013 3:07am
Wish yourself away
Maybe I could change your mind
Maybe it could change in time
the world may not revolve around you
I may not care about the things you do
sincerity is the least of your traits
leaking someone in with rancid bait
the height of your hope is dark
sitting in the clouds of the highest stark
the moments of old come to pass
while I sit and watch and try to grasp
the tear trickles down your face
but don't get to happy, it's not your saving grace
the notions of devotion lack the faith
because it's them that you really hate
you sit and cry day by...
Maybe it could change in time
the world may not revolve around you
I may not care about the things you do
sincerity is the least of your traits
leaking someone in with rancid bait
the height of your hope is dark
sitting in the clouds of the highest stark
the moments of old come to pass
while I sit and watch and try to grasp
the tear trickles down your face
but don't get to happy, it's not your saving grace
the notions of devotion lack the faith
because it's them that you really hate
you sit and cry day by...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 2:03am
9th Jul 2013 2:03am
Back in the 50's
Roscoe got some bread
so he and his baby went and painted the town red
He stopped at a Barrrelhouse
He slammed 5 shots of whisky down
He and his baby went to Luxe De Ville
Bought his baby some diamonds, real.
She says "Roscoe, How'd ya get that bread?"
He says "Shutup baby, don't matter, we're paintin' the town red."
He hops in his Cadillac, and so does she.
"Wouldn't it be better, if there were three?"
"no, Roscoe, I just want it to be me and you."
"Nah, shutup baby, I make the desicions, if not, we're...
so he and his baby went and painted the town red
He stopped at a Barrrelhouse
He slammed 5 shots of whisky down
He and his baby went to Luxe De Ville
Bought his baby some diamonds, real.
She says "Roscoe, How'd ya get that bread?"
He says "Shutup baby, don't matter, we're paintin' the town red."
He hops in his Cadillac, and so does she.
"Wouldn't it be better, if there were three?"
"no, Roscoe, I just want it to be me and you."
"Nah, shutup baby, I make the desicions, if not, we're...
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