Submissions by cheesypocket (Ken)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is ken. I am my own wall constantly climbing in life. I wish to re-kick start my love(as well as my hate) for writing and get some content going.
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 2:15pm
22nd Sep 2012 2:15pm
Toxic Austerity
Run for your life as if it were at the seems
Pick up the pace as work beckons at its time of greed
Down flows the toxic chaos
flowing down like a river
Contaminating the masses
Slaves and Zombies alike angry and sad
While the "normal" have much to their stash
Crack the whip! No chit chatting!
Work harder work harder! You have one hour!
Down into the skin of the people the hatred seeps
Sapped of the dignity once kept in a tightly assured grup
Down, down it goes yet...
Pick up the pace as work beckons at its time of greed
Down flows the toxic chaos
flowing down like a river
Contaminating the masses
Slaves and Zombies alike angry and sad
While the "normal" have much to their stash
Crack the whip! No chit chatting!
Work harder work harder! You have one hour!
Down into the skin of the people the hatred seeps
Sapped of the dignity once kept in a tightly assured grup
Down, down it goes yet...
620 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2012 6:12am
17th Sep 2012 6:12am
Plastic Faces
Give me your tired, your mournful, your heartbroken expression
Give me your joyous, your ecstatic emotional tears
Your faces change at such fast pace, and almost as fast as the
cars on the highway seem to race. Your form has become forgotten
and melted into the shadows, yet I can still see your face.
Behind the curtains changes the veil, and ghost of humanity
still lingers along side. switched is the mask and how easy it looks to
handle the next task. The winkles don't show and the brows don't move as
the body goes to the grove of its repertoire. ...
Give me your joyous, your ecstatic emotional tears
Your faces change at such fast pace, and almost as fast as the
cars on the highway seem to race. Your form has become forgotten
and melted into the shadows, yet I can still see your face.
Behind the curtains changes the veil, and ghost of humanity
still lingers along side. switched is the mask and how easy it looks to
handle the next task. The winkles don't show and the brows don't move as
the body goes to the grove of its repertoire. ...
670 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 8:57pm
10th Sep 2012 8:57pm
The Mannequins Lead
See the curtains rise!
The show is about to begin!
[Applaud]
Here are your gods
Your makers
The dealers at hand
Those who hold the the all-mighty pen
To draw and write entire landscapes
They come in peace.
[Applaud]
And let us say our grace and preach our solutions,
For we are in bad times; we fall like flies.
Don't worry be happy. It's under control.
We just need your tax dollars to fix this
It will trickle-down later.
Down
Down (echos)
Down (echos)
Everyone will work together somehow....
The show is about to begin!
[Applaud]
Here are your gods
Your makers
The dealers at hand
Those who hold the the all-mighty pen
To draw and write entire landscapes
They come in peace.
[Applaud]
And let us say our grace and preach our solutions,
For we are in bad times; we fall like flies.
Don't worry be happy. It's under control.
We just need your tax dollars to fix this
It will trickle-down later.
Down
Down (echos)
Down (echos)
Everyone will work together somehow....
616 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 3:55pm
8th Sep 2012 3:55pm
Now I See Why
Foul is the attitude.
What did I do?
Insulted and berated
Are these names for me true?
Morals seem crushed.
Crushed...
Out it comes at the speed of light!
Like a runaway train it goes.
The tracks dont seem to end in sight.
Should I sit here and take this heat.
While your friends watch my dignity go in blight.
should I fight?
So loud is your voice as it twists my ears.
The echos still continue in motion.
My stomach cringes with my feelings of fear.
Why did I see you what was the point.
You wanted help, but you...
What did I do?
Insulted and berated
Are these names for me true?
Morals seem crushed.
Crushed...
Out it comes at the speed of light!
Like a runaway train it goes.
The tracks dont seem to end in sight.
Should I sit here and take this heat.
While your friends watch my dignity go in blight.
should I fight?
So loud is your voice as it twists my ears.
The echos still continue in motion.
My stomach cringes with my feelings of fear.
Why did I see you what was the point.
You wanted help, but you...
872 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 7:27am
3rd Sep 2012 7:27am
Venture the Universal Self.
Have you seen the fire in your eyes and the stars of your mind? Have you yet opened yourself to the very depths of your heart? I have seen you make your mistakes of crashing and burning so many times. To re-iterate the falling star that wishes only for peace, but yet continues to flow in space with in a burning cone-of-hell.
Ever take as step back from your world looked at what was outside the boundaries beyond the vast plains away. To see the ever infinite things that could be as the portals to the other parallel planes become conceived in the mind. It is not like the...
Ever take as step back from your world looked at what was outside the boundaries beyond the vast plains away. To see the ever infinite things that could be as the portals to the other parallel planes become conceived in the mind. It is not like the...
689 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 4:40pm
30th Aug 2012 4:40pm
Welcome and Thanks for Shopping
One man operations
with the weight of the world
Is the work that we shoulder
Amounting to quite a scare
Its such a disgrace
Angry faces
Shaken voices
What inconceivable service
Almost barren of its employees
A waste of time and space
No common sense
A place all too tense
Little problems ever solved
Making faith in humanity fall
Don't have your hopes up
We still have our low prices
"Provide" to the community
Our workers in good health
Everyone is "happy"
Then again...
with the weight of the world
Is the work that we shoulder
Amounting to quite a scare
Its such a disgrace
Angry faces
Shaken voices
What inconceivable service
Almost barren of its employees
A waste of time and space
No common sense
A place all too tense
Little problems ever solved
Making faith in humanity fall
Don't have your hopes up
We still have our low prices
"Provide" to the community
Our workers in good health
Everyone is "happy"
Then again...
608 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2012 1:05am
27th Aug 2012 1:05am
memories lost
Memories fall like snow
Softly without a sound
They make paths of pure white
glimmering like diamonds the sunlight
Fresh and frosty feelings to be embraced
Cold, but sweet is the taste
But watch as it turns to storms
Nightmares awaken and monsters spawn
Creatures of guilt and greed plague the mind
Sounds of the wind howling in rage
That one piece of you locked in the cage
Fear jabs right at the heart
All has calmed in the field of gray
The touch of blue sprinkles down
Only to become tears of sorrow
Ripples form in the...
Softly without a sound
They make paths of pure white
glimmering like diamonds the sunlight
Fresh and frosty feelings to be embraced
Cold, but sweet is the taste
But watch as it turns to storms
Nightmares awaken and monsters spawn
Creatures of guilt and greed plague the mind
Sounds of the wind howling in rage
That one piece of you locked in the cage
Fear jabs right at the heart
All has calmed in the field of gray
The touch of blue sprinkles down
Only to become tears of sorrow
Ripples form in the...
630 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 9:39pm
6th Aug 2012 9:39pm
The Climb
How does one live every with themselves everyday? Everyone does the wrong thing somehow in this fast paced society. Where do we start the debates that what we do is “right” and better for the whole of society. From fashion to passion, work and money, to peace and war. It seems as the the battle at the start of the day is what path to take, and at the end what path we should have taken.
It seems because of this that we have become our own wall. Our fears and our lies surround us. The height of our wall seems to be the peak of our stress. It is as thick as pessimism we as organic,...
It seems because of this that we have become our own wall. Our fears and our lies surround us. The height of our wall seems to be the peak of our stress. It is as thick as pessimism we as organic,...
853 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 4:55am
28th Jul 2012 4:55am
Summer's Feelings
There lays a special blanket over the lands.
This blanket tends to be called the season of summer.
It is mother natures warm side
Amorous and gentle is the quilt
It is mother natures special gift
Flowers bloom and creatures are alive
The winds hold a soothing breeze
The air is filled with bliss
Then comes a herd of thick, black clouds
Roaring like the beasts of ancient times
Striking with the lighting of Thor
Ever so deadly
Ever so beautiful
With luminous flashes of dancing dancing blue
Rain pouring like a powerful water fall...
This blanket tends to be called the season of summer.
It is mother natures warm side
Amorous and gentle is the quilt
It is mother natures special gift
Flowers bloom and creatures are alive
The winds hold a soothing breeze
The air is filled with bliss
Then comes a herd of thick, black clouds
Roaring like the beasts of ancient times
Striking with the lighting of Thor
Ever so deadly
Ever so beautiful
With luminous flashes of dancing dancing blue
Rain pouring like a powerful water fall...
617 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 1:56am
17th Jul 2012 1:56am
Broken Love
Entered in the poetry competition: Moving on
We have made mistakes
The word sorry is long past due
Please don't misconstrue
That I don't love you
My heart is broken too.
Pieces
Falling
Sharp
Cold
Deadly
Like a planet out of line
The orbit of our relationship
Deteriorates
Dissipates
Collapsing at the seam
Where to go?
What to do?
How to survive?
Why did this happen?
When could it get better?
This pain it hurts
The...
We have made mistakes
The word sorry is long past due
Please don't misconstrue
That I don't love you
My heart is broken too.
Pieces
Falling
Sharp
Cold
Deadly
Like a planet out of line
The orbit of our relationship
Deteriorates
Dissipates
Collapsing at the seam
Where to go?
What to do?
How to survive?
Why did this happen?
When could it get better?
This pain it hurts
The...
1011 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 1:28am
16th Jul 2012 1:28am
My Own Darkness
My own darkness strangles me. It eats me from the inside out. This is not the devils work. Such things are not believed in the world of my mind. A black whole would be over exaggerating. Such a force would make me implode and insanity would infringe on the world that I call normal. It is a parasite. Its the thoughts that lead to action, action that leads to consequences, and ultimately the fate chosen. You could say its the work of the voice. Its the one deep in the back of the mind echoing in the caves of guilt, fear, and the running gags of self torture.
If not for my own...
If not for my own...
762 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 4:04am
6th Jul 2012 4:04am
There is No Rush
Pow! Off at the speed of light.
Blurred is the vision
Time goes quick like a rabbit
Memories fade in the blink of an eye
Moments are mere twinkles
Faster spinning the world goes
Winter quickly turns to summer
And Summer to winter
Change at an impossible pace
All for that of a dangerous race
Too fast are we with our acquitted minds
Our shadows only know the way
Behind us. Silent yet observant.
The colors glow and dim
Information a constant barrage.
When will the world learn
Things are better...
Blurred is the vision
Time goes quick like a rabbit
Memories fade in the blink of an eye
Moments are mere twinkles
Faster spinning the world goes
Winter quickly turns to summer
And Summer to winter
Change at an impossible pace
All for that of a dangerous race
Too fast are we with our acquitted minds
Our shadows only know the way
Behind us. Silent yet observant.
The colors glow and dim
Information a constant barrage.
When will the world learn
Things are better...
731 reads
3 Comments
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