Submissions by cassie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not a poet, but hope to be.
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Broken Promise
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ME AND JACK
Feeling a bit down and wearing a frown,
Went and picked Jack up, out the other side of town,
Returned home, to my place on the mountain,
With Jack the only one I can count on,
to change my hue from blue.
Fire crackling in the hearth
After our luxurious, scented oil bath,
Settled on the couch with Jack close by my side,
Of him I did Imbibe, my thirst no need hide,
A long drawn out plan to dissolve my depression,
We go way back Jack and I,
He is my favorite obsession,
Deriving great pleasure,
When we are together,
No man can put asunder...
Went and picked Jack up, out the other side of town,
Returned home, to my place on the mountain,
With Jack the only one I can count on,
to change my hue from blue.
Fire crackling in the hearth
After our luxurious, scented oil bath,
Settled on the couch with Jack close by my side,
Of him I did Imbibe, my thirst no need hide,
A long drawn out plan to dissolve my depression,
We go way back Jack and I,
He is my favorite obsession,
Deriving great pleasure,
When we are together,
No man can put asunder...
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14 Comments
Disturbed mind
Myrtle, Myrtle, where are you Myrtle,
why does she not answer,
stop pulling me and pushing me,
leave my pants alone, I don't need the toilet,
where is my mother, she left me here,
I want to go home, that is not my bed,
NO i am waiting for the bus to take me home,
stop yelling at me that is not my bed,
I have to get the bus to Kensington
mum and dad are waiting,
i am not eating that,
I have to go home for tea, it is nearly dark
I am only seven you silly thing
who is Ken?
Alice, yes she is my baby,...
why does she not answer,
stop pulling me and pushing me,
leave my pants alone, I don't need the toilet,
where is my mother, she left me here,
I want to go home, that is not my bed,
NO i am waiting for the bus to take me home,
stop yelling at me that is not my bed,
I have to get the bus to Kensington
mum and dad are waiting,
i am not eating that,
I have to go home for tea, it is nearly dark
I am only seven you silly thing
who is Ken?
Alice, yes she is my baby,...
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Egotist
You think everything on this earth is about you,
You think the world has little else but to be obsessed with you,
Hey,
Grow up fool, and let go of your tiny tool,
The sooner you realize I don't want you anymore,
You have proved over and over, you are rotten to the core,
Nothing I do or say does to you pertain,
I kinda wish you would get hit by a train,
All I want is to be out of your zone,
So piss off now and leave me the f__k alone.
You think the world has little else but to be obsessed with you,
Hey,
Grow up fool, and let go of your tiny tool,
The sooner you realize I don't want you anymore,
You have proved over and over, you are rotten to the core,
Nothing I do or say does to you pertain,
I kinda wish you would get hit by a train,
All I want is to be out of your zone,
So piss off now and leave me the f__k alone.
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