Submissions by brokenlife
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write things that offend but dont give a fuck about it
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 8:43pm
6th Mar 2014 8:43pm
the girl
see i know this girl whos just so great,
never even met her but i'll leave that to fate,
if i ever get to see her face to face,
would give her hug that would make her feel safe,
i would say its love but i do quite like her,
know we met on a poem site and then on facebook,
where i seen her beauty for hours i could look,
look at her eyes so deep and brown,
looks like no other they could shape the ground,
but her eyes are nothing compared to her smile,
i could spend forever talking about her smile,
...
never even met her but i'll leave that to fate,
if i ever get to see her face to face,
would give her hug that would make her feel safe,
i would say its love but i do quite like her,
know we met on a poem site and then on facebook,
where i seen her beauty for hours i could look,
look at her eyes so deep and brown,
looks like no other they could shape the ground,
but her eyes are nothing compared to her smile,
i could spend forever talking about her smile,
...
962 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 2:35pm
18th Jan 2014 2:35pm
peace
brought up in hate,
in an emotional state,
cant you help me?
please set me free,
my pleads go unheard,
cause no-one cared,
my eyes wont see the same as you,
everyone askin whats new?
i put on a smile,
creepier than a pedophile,
just say all good,
no-one understood,
why i just wanted to be left alone,
dad died was on my own,
mums great but not real close,
i just put on my clothes,
head out the door,
once more,
walking non-stop,
...
in an emotional state,
cant you help me?
please set me free,
my pleads go unheard,
cause no-one cared,
my eyes wont see the same as you,
everyone askin whats new?
i put on a smile,
creepier than a pedophile,
just say all good,
no-one understood,
why i just wanted to be left alone,
dad died was on my own,
mums great but not real close,
i just put on my clothes,
head out the door,
once more,
walking non-stop,
...
816 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 11:03am
20th Nov 2013 11:03am
lost
swallowed up in a world full of people,
getting on with their lives,
all the hustle and bustle,
for them the world moves beneath their feet,
for me it stand still no matter who fast i run,
always in one spot,
where it feels like time stand still,
people have forgotten me,
cant hear me,
no matter how hard i scream,
surrounded in a crowd,
and i still all on my own,
rain comes down or i get some pain,
just to remind me that im still alive,
alone in this world,
...
getting on with their lives,
all the hustle and bustle,
for them the world moves beneath their feet,
for me it stand still no matter who fast i run,
always in one spot,
where it feels like time stand still,
people have forgotten me,
cant hear me,
no matter how hard i scream,
surrounded in a crowd,
and i still all on my own,
rain comes down or i get some pain,
just to remind me that im still alive,
alone in this world,
...
945 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 5:16pm
5th Nov 2013 5:16pm
disappear
one day is all it will take,
one little day, for fucks sake,
all my life i was the target,
pick on little poor stuart,
fuck it im used to the hurt,
why am i used to it?
used to a life of shit,
ive been down on my knees,
begging for help to help it end,
tried suicide more times than 3,
suicide and me,
arent the perfect team,
first time i tried was my dad,
see i was close to my dad,
he was my idol,
at this point i wasnt suicidal,
but then he fell ill,...
one little day, for fucks sake,
all my life i was the target,
pick on little poor stuart,
fuck it im used to the hurt,
why am i used to it?
used to a life of shit,
ive been down on my knees,
begging for help to help it end,
tried suicide more times than 3,
suicide and me,
arent the perfect team,
first time i tried was my dad,
see i was close to my dad,
he was my idol,
at this point i wasnt suicidal,
but then he fell ill,...
789 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2013 4:58pm
2nd Nov 2013 4:58pm
XXVII
then out spake brave horatius,
the captain of the gate,
to every man upon this earth,
death cometh soon or late,
and how can man die better,
than facing fearful odds,
for the ashes of his father,
and the temples of his gods.............
the captain of the gate,
to every man upon this earth,
death cometh soon or late,
and how can man die better,
than facing fearful odds,
for the ashes of his father,
and the temples of his gods.............
629 reads
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