Submissions by conscious36
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jun 2011 7:43am
20th Jun 2011 7:43am
The Scientology Commercials make life seem a lot better than it is.
Cut back. Retreat. Relive. Unbind me from this fierce
onslaught of emotion. Repress. Sear away. I’ll hid myself from. Cover. Hinder.
vanish this perception. Divulge. Uncover; appear. I can’t hide from this. My
thoughts lie in tattered ruins, scattered around me like dried leaves. They are
ready to ignite with the slightest ember. Anger, agitation, anxiety; try to
break out in self defense to wash away fear and confusion. My reality drops in
and squashes the like bugs. I know what is right, and how things should be.
Letting them be that way is another obstacle....
onslaught of emotion. Repress. Sear away. I’ll hid myself from. Cover. Hinder.
vanish this perception. Divulge. Uncover; appear. I can’t hide from this. My
thoughts lie in tattered ruins, scattered around me like dried leaves. They are
ready to ignite with the slightest ember. Anger, agitation, anxiety; try to
break out in self defense to wash away fear and confusion. My reality drops in
and squashes the like bugs. I know what is right, and how things should be.
Letting them be that way is another obstacle....
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 7:19am
20th Jun 2011 7:19am
Highway
I’m so far from where you are
And I’m standing out on this empty highway,
one we’ve all been on before
I’m all alone, except for the people on
the sidewalks who never made it through.
But you never knew I left,
so you won’t notice
I never returned
I don’t need another goodbye, this memory
is the best I’ll ever have. So please don’t
ask me why, because this is the best regret I
never had.
And I’m standing out on this empty highway,
one we’ve all been on before
I’m all alone, except for the people on
the sidewalks who never made it through.
But you never knew I left,
so you won’t notice
I never returned
I don’t need another goodbye, this memory
is the best I’ll ever have. So please don’t
ask me why, because this is the best regret I
never had.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jun 2011 5:44pm
17th Jun 2011 5:44pm
I’m so Sorry for all the weird Reasons and I wish I could do better for you because this is my self loathing
This beauty of yours is skin deep.
you’re falling apart, and I can’t sleep
close tightly your blackened eyes
nearer, nearer comes your demise.
It’s hard to save those who are lost and hide
It’s hard to save those who don’t care enough to die
Please hold on, I won’t let you go
You don’t care, but this is harder than you know
blood stained tissues and soaked through shirts
you’re getting worse and worse at hiding these hurts
I see the way your eyes linger, unclear
No longer do you see yourself in...
you’re falling apart, and I can’t sleep
close tightly your blackened eyes
nearer, nearer comes your demise.
It’s hard to save those who are lost and hide
It’s hard to save those who don’t care enough to die
Please hold on, I won’t let you go
You don’t care, but this is harder than you know
blood stained tissues and soaked through shirts
you’re getting worse and worse at hiding these hurts
I see the way your eyes linger, unclear
No longer do you see yourself in...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 5:39pm
17th Jun 2011 5:39pm
this home is not my home
"calm collected center"
heated hormonal
mess.
running fingers up and down,smearing walls with mud
you know I know you hate this,
but you'll love me all the same.
untill I call you crazy, and you'll lock your love away.
this life was never simple, this house is not my space.
i'll lie upstairs uneasy- till morning takes my place.
this home was never meant for me,
i call it not by name.
the same the same, you say
but lies they are the same.
four walls- a prison-
a fifth will make no difernce
(no more no more)
i speak of...
heated hormonal
mess.
running fingers up and down,smearing walls with mud
you know I know you hate this,
but you'll love me all the same.
untill I call you crazy, and you'll lock your love away.
this life was never simple, this house is not my space.
i'll lie upstairs uneasy- till morning takes my place.
this home was never meant for me,
i call it not by name.
the same the same, you say
but lies they are the same.
four walls- a prison-
a fifth will make no difernce
(no more no more)
i speak of...
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 4:58am
17th Jun 2011 4:58am
Liar's are Flammable
liar liar
You wear the same attire,
As you would to a funeral
or a banquet
Liar Liar
I used to admire
But now I see the finery
Is to hide the wickedness
Liar Liar
When did you reject the idea to aspire
past your ill deeds
and misfortune?
Liar Liar
When did your desire
enable you to
toss away our friendship?
LIAR LIAR
that’s all you are, and ever will be.
You’re a liar, and liar’s are flammable,
So stay away...
You wear the same attire,
As you would to a funeral
or a banquet
Liar Liar
I used to admire
But now I see the finery
Is to hide the wickedness
Liar Liar
When did you reject the idea to aspire
past your ill deeds
and misfortune?
Liar Liar
When did your desire
enable you to
toss away our friendship?
LIAR LIAR
that’s all you are, and ever will be.
You’re a liar, and liar’s are flammable,
So stay away...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 4:53am
17th Jun 2011 4:53am
04/17/11
feed these purple sky’s
with half baked
promises.
peel these yellow
lies
with unopened dreams,
drain these bloodshot
eyes
with scenes
of things that could
never
ever
be
with half baked
promises.
peel these yellow
lies
with unopened dreams,
drain these bloodshot
eyes
with scenes
of things that could
never
ever
be
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 5:28pm
16th Jun 2011 5:28pm
words are useless
I’m selling my soul
but you’re selling your heart
And we’re both knowing
we will always be apart
I’m changing the locks,
and locking you in.
You’re knowing I’m right
And I won’t let you win.
I’m blowing the brains
All over the floor
It’s hotter and better
Than what we’ve done before
I’m bring you down
You’re holding me up
This string round your neck
Has ended your luck
but you’re selling your heart
And we’re both knowing
we will always be apart
I’m changing the locks,
and locking you in.
You’re knowing I’m right
And I won’t let you win.
I’m blowing the brains
All over the floor
It’s hotter and better
Than what we’ve done before
I’m bring you down
You’re holding me up
This string round your neck
Has ended your luck
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 5:26pm
16th Jun 2011 5:26pm
Sweet Dreams Parody
Sweet dreams,
abuse me
Sweet dreams,
use me
Sweet dreams that batter and bruise, me
and cut me and shove me
I smell the pain on your breath, liquor in my chest
you’re running rampant like wildfire, breaking through
restraining orders and kicking in my door.
Sweet dreams has this happened before?
Foggy, clouded mind of mine, what memories do you hide?
No matter. Comatose lapse- back into;
Sweet dreams you smell of sweat and flesh
This is hurting more than the rest.
Waking is too hard and...
abuse me
Sweet dreams,
use me
Sweet dreams that batter and bruise, me
and cut me and shove me
I smell the pain on your breath, liquor in my chest
you’re running rampant like wildfire, breaking through
restraining orders and kicking in my door.
Sweet dreams has this happened before?
Foggy, clouded mind of mine, what memories do you hide?
No matter. Comatose lapse- back into;
Sweet dreams you smell of sweat and flesh
This is hurting more than the rest.
Waking is too hard and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 8:29am
16th Jun 2011 8:29am
6:31 pm to the end
No one looks good under airport lights
the whites are too harsh and the yellows are sickly looking
People stand about, awkwardly alone; out of place
Everyone's hiding from something; usually who they are.
The darkness without presses within, breaking through the
barrier we try to put between the neighbors around us.
Departure windows flash "goodbye"
You where never here. Surprise. Surprise.
Ears plugged with wires we sleep. Another barrier for the
darkness to break down.
Time will eat us all....
the whites are too harsh and the yellows are sickly looking
People stand about, awkwardly alone; out of place
Everyone's hiding from something; usually who they are.
The darkness without presses within, breaking through the
barrier we try to put between the neighbors around us.
Departure windows flash "goodbye"
You where never here. Surprise. Surprise.
Ears plugged with wires we sleep. Another barrier for the
darkness to break down.
Time will eat us all....
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2011 8:21am
16th Jun 2011 8:21am
Hovering Over Insanity
This yellow light is turning me grey,
As I lay upon these made up beds.
Can it fill me in your absence?
I'm leaving the window open to make me miss you more.
The sirens roar through the stillness that is me being
alone.
I know the insects that crawl through the covers care,
but it's not the way you do.
Can you hear y foot falls down the hall?
I can imagine yours...
Do you see my face in your mirror? I feel your eyes on me
now.
The hotel phone doesn't ring, but I know you're thinking of
me.
...
As I lay upon these made up beds.
Can it fill me in your absence?
I'm leaving the window open to make me miss you more.
The sirens roar through the stillness that is me being
alone.
I know the insects that crawl through the covers care,
but it's not the way you do.
Can you hear y foot falls down the hall?
I can imagine yours...
Do you see my face in your mirror? I feel your eyes on me
now.
The hotel phone doesn't ring, but I know you're thinking of
me.
...
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