Submissions by casperandsoup
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write when I feel like it and inspiration hits. It's not a profession and it's probably mediocre at best.
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2013 10:54pm
19th Aug 2013 10:54pm
The Throwaways
Dreams come.
Weird, confused, jumbled memories
Or false memories
Or crystal fueled visions
Or heroin inspired dreams.
They all run together.
Crosses in my eyes
But no Jesus is on them.
They are crucifying junkies and tweakers
The stomped on and the discarded
The throwaways.
They, no we, are the ones dying
For societies sins.
Sins of neglect and abuse
of ignorance and apathy
of lost compassion and dying humanity.
We will be the...
Weird, confused, jumbled memories
Or false memories
Or crystal fueled visions
Or heroin inspired dreams.
They all run together.
Crosses in my eyes
But no Jesus is on them.
They are crucifying junkies and tweakers
The stomped on and the discarded
The throwaways.
They, no we, are the ones dying
For societies sins.
Sins of neglect and abuse
of ignorance and apathy
of lost compassion and dying humanity.
We will be the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2013 4:55am
25th May 2013 4:55am
Damn You Kerouac
Damn you Kerouac
But thank you for your inspiration
Ginsberg, Burroughs, Bukowski, Huncke
Reveling in the joys of life
Pleasure for the sake of pleasure itself
Daring to write your realities
Without the sugar coating required by society
“Obscenity” laden verses
Swear filled curses
Another junkie inspired vision of transcendence
By rail and by roads
Boxcars, grainers, and 48's
Carpool road trips and thumb waving hitching excursions
In court defending against so called sexual perversions
Thank you “Howl” and “Naked Lunch”
Thank you for...
But thank you for your inspiration
Ginsberg, Burroughs, Bukowski, Huncke
Reveling in the joys of life
Pleasure for the sake of pleasure itself
Daring to write your realities
Without the sugar coating required by society
“Obscenity” laden verses
Swear filled curses
Another junkie inspired vision of transcendence
By rail and by roads
Boxcars, grainers, and 48's
Carpool road trips and thumb waving hitching excursions
In court defending against so called sexual perversions
Thank you “Howl” and “Naked Lunch”
Thank you for...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 11:59am
22nd May 2013 11:59am
The spoon is cold
You went off while I was at work
And shot up with a stranger.
Now you're dead in an alley
While I'm living in hell.
It should have been me.
You never gave back my heart
Before you went and OD'd
And I'm too scared to dig up your corpse
To get it back on my own.
I wouldn't use it anyway.
Besides, I rather remember you like you were
Not bones and rotting flesh in a box.
Just so long as you don't see me
Like I've been since you died.
You'd be upset with me.
It's a bad day, on my last syringe
Now I actually need to leave the...
And shot up with a stranger.
Now you're dead in an alley
While I'm living in hell.
It should have been me.
You never gave back my heart
Before you went and OD'd
And I'm too scared to dig up your corpse
To get it back on my own.
I wouldn't use it anyway.
Besides, I rather remember you like you were
Not bones and rotting flesh in a box.
Just so long as you don't see me
Like I've been since you died.
You'd be upset with me.
It's a bad day, on my last syringe
Now I actually need to leave the...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2013 1:22pm
20th May 2013 1:22pm
Prison Guard
Please tell me
Why you keep coming around
While everyone else is leaving me.
Please tell me
Why you keep coming back to find me
Every time I run away and hide.
Don't tell me
You found someone beautiful inside
I keep him locked away for good cause.
Don't tell me
You found the prisoner in my mind
That persons to fragile to meet.
Get away from me!
I don't want you here ever again
You're too dangerous for me to see.
I don't want him to get hurt anymore
I can't let him get hurt anymore
So just leave me to...
Why you keep coming around
While everyone else is leaving me.
Please tell me
Why you keep coming back to find me
Every time I run away and hide.
Don't tell me
You found someone beautiful inside
I keep him locked away for good cause.
Don't tell me
You found the prisoner in my mind
That persons to fragile to meet.
Get away from me!
I don't want you here ever again
You're too dangerous for me to see.
I don't want him to get hurt anymore
I can't let him get hurt anymore
So just leave me to...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th May 2013 3:10am
18th May 2013 3:10am
A Choice
I'm not quite sure what I want
A bullet to my head
Or a needle in my arm.
One kills my body
The other kills my soul
Both have suffered far too long.
I'll probably do neither
I'll lie here and try to convince myself
Better days will be coming soon.
I've been down this road before
I know the better days are a lie
If they even come, they are fleeting.
I'm an agnostic, sometimes atheist
But I'm also a hypocrite
Denying God exists in one breath and cursing him the next
I'm nothing but a hypocrite
Because I...
A bullet to my head
Or a needle in my arm.
One kills my body
The other kills my soul
Both have suffered far too long.
I'll probably do neither
I'll lie here and try to convince myself
Better days will be coming soon.
I've been down this road before
I know the better days are a lie
If they even come, they are fleeting.
I'm an agnostic, sometimes atheist
But I'm also a hypocrite
Denying God exists in one breath and cursing him the next
I'm nothing but a hypocrite
Because I...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2013 10:23am
12th May 2013 10:23am
Form Eyes
My mind
A book
Written in a language
No one can understand.
My voice
An overplayed song
That even I
Can't stand
My ideas
Trivial
Don't even make sense
To myself
My life
A library
That when you enter
Doesn't have a single book on a shelf.
-Casper
A book
Written in a language
No one can understand.
My voice
An overplayed song
That even I
Can't stand
My ideas
Trivial
Don't even make sense
To myself
My life
A library
That when you enter
Doesn't have a single book on a shelf.
-Casper
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th May 2013 10:16am
12th May 2013 10:16am
Passing Time
Twisted reality in a fucked up land
Working on its last grain of sand
In a broken hourglass of time
Where asking for change has become a crime
And children go to bed hungry at night
While on a corner, wingnuts fight
Over a 40 that they found
That now lays broken on the ground
Like the teenager's spirit lying in the gutter
Whom to himself has begun to mutter
About his alcoholic mother
And the convicted felon known as his brother
And how his life is devoid of hope
Which is why he turned to dope
And sold his soul just to get high
Now...
Working on its last grain of sand
In a broken hourglass of time
Where asking for change has become a crime
And children go to bed hungry at night
While on a corner, wingnuts fight
Over a 40 that they found
That now lays broken on the ground
Like the teenager's spirit lying in the gutter
Whom to himself has begun to mutter
About his alcoholic mother
And the convicted felon known as his brother
And how his life is devoid of hope
Which is why he turned to dope
And sold his soul just to get high
Now...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2013 1:20pm
8th May 2013 1:20pm
Killer Insults Bro.
The kid you just called gay
He really does like sucking cock
Now all that's left of him
Is an inscription on a rock
That girl you called a obese
Who weighs over 300 pounds
Killed herself last night
And is six feet underground
That developmentally disabled
Kid you called retarded
By his own hand
From this world departed
And then the girl you called a slut
Well, actually she was gang raped
Go check out you tube
And watch her suicide note that she taped
When someone takes their own life
Your words you can't...
He really does like sucking cock
Now all that's left of him
Is an inscription on a rock
That girl you called a obese
Who weighs over 300 pounds
Killed herself last night
And is six feet underground
That developmentally disabled
Kid you called retarded
By his own hand
From this world departed
And then the girl you called a slut
Well, actually she was gang raped
Go check out you tube
And watch her suicide note that she taped
When someone takes their own life
Your words you can't...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2013 10:19pm
3rd May 2013 10:19pm
Take me to sleep
Oh the sweetness of sleep
All too hard to come by these days
Insomnia, damn you
I'd love to sleep forever
To dream
For even the nightmares are better
Than the feelings, thoughts, and memories of being awake
Because at least I know the nightmares weren't real.
All too hard to come by these days
Insomnia, damn you
I'd love to sleep forever
To dream
For even the nightmares are better
Than the feelings, thoughts, and memories of being awake
Because at least I know the nightmares weren't real.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 4:49am
30th Apr 2013 4:49am
People
People speak
But nothing is said
People living
But they're already dead
People laugh
But nothing is funny
People shop
With fake plastic money
People hide
But there's nothing to fear
People cry
But don't shed a tear
People go to church
But don't practice what is preached
People set goals
That are impossible to reach
People have problems
And use medication to cope
People continue on
Devoid of any hope.
-Casper
But nothing is said
People living
But they're already dead
People laugh
But nothing is funny
People shop
With fake plastic money
People hide
But there's nothing to fear
People cry
But don't shed a tear
People go to church
But don't practice what is preached
People set goals
That are impossible to reach
People have problems
And use medication to cope
People continue on
Devoid of any hope.
-Casper
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 4:39am
30th Apr 2013 4:39am
I rarely title my writings
I look at this world
Through tainted eyes
And see a place
I should love, but despise.
I have seen too much
For my own good
But wouldn't change it
Even if I could.
My thoughts always
Seem to be jaded
Bright memories from the past
Now seem faded
I go into the future
With extreme hesitation
And view the past
With great frustration.
What you told me was truth
Was nothing but lies
That I couldn't see through
Until I broke the ties
That you said kept me safe
But did nothing but enslave
You said I was free...
Through tainted eyes
And see a place
I should love, but despise.
I have seen too much
For my own good
But wouldn't change it
Even if I could.
My thoughts always
Seem to be jaded
Bright memories from the past
Now seem faded
I go into the future
With extreme hesitation
And view the past
With great frustration.
What you told me was truth
Was nothing but lies
That I couldn't see through
Until I broke the ties
That you said kept me safe
But did nothing but enslave
You said I was free...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2013 5:19am
28th Apr 2013 5:19am
Sorry, God's busy, try again later.
A handful of Xanax
An empty pack of smokes
The fifth of whiskey's empty
Since I tried to drown my sorrows.
Unfortunately, my sorrows learned to swim.
Realistic dreams
With impossible standards
Serenaded by demons
While the angels remain silent
And God's too busy playing solitaire
To even pay attention.
An empty pack of smokes
The fifth of whiskey's empty
Since I tried to drown my sorrows.
Unfortunately, my sorrows learned to swim.
Realistic dreams
With impossible standards
Serenaded by demons
While the angels remain silent
And God's too busy playing solitaire
To even pay attention.
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