Submissions by digitigradeHiro
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 11:54pm
11th Dec 2011 11:54pm
There Is A Woman That I Know
There is a woman that I know.
When I am feeling very low.
She makes my emotions ebb and flow.
Even when she says I have to go.
She hurts me but I say "No".
I refuse, my anger'll grow.
There's the woman makes me feel.
like the slime scraped off an eel.
"Admit it, you're a heel".
"never!" up from the sidewalk I myself peel.
Time alone,nothing is real.
by myself more rational, deal.
With this lady causing pain.
My arguments she twists, her gain.
As futile I feel, arguing with rain.
Our...
When I am feeling very low.
She makes my emotions ebb and flow.
Even when she says I have to go.
She hurts me but I say "No".
I refuse, my anger'll grow.
There's the woman makes me feel.
like the slime scraped off an eel.
"Admit it, you're a heel".
"never!" up from the sidewalk I myself peel.
Time alone,nothing is real.
by myself more rational, deal.
With this lady causing pain.
My arguments she twists, her gain.
As futile I feel, arguing with rain.
Our...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 3:58am
11th Dec 2011 3:58am
Stone, Grass & Mud
I sit here evaluating my own worth.
Within the time I've been here on earth.
I had the sudden thought.
Productively, what have I wrought?
The earth herself is very shapeable.
Of what can I say I'm capable?
The planet has stone, grass & mud.
I beget bone, flesh and blood.
Nothing I have isn't borrowed from the earth.
my existence gains nothing since birth.
I try to create to show my power.
She outdoes me again with a "simple" flower.
there is no me without this planet.
I am a very poor steward, Damn it!
Within the time I've been here on earth.
I had the sudden thought.
Productively, what have I wrought?
The earth herself is very shapeable.
Of what can I say I'm capable?
The planet has stone, grass & mud.
I beget bone, flesh and blood.
Nothing I have isn't borrowed from the earth.
my existence gains nothing since birth.
I try to create to show my power.
She outdoes me again with a "simple" flower.
there is no me without this planet.
I am a very poor steward, Damn it!
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 1:45am
11th Dec 2011 1:45am
Longing for it from across the room
tawny and warm it sits taunting me
the longer I'm here it's haunting me
more that I wait around, wanting me
silently it waits so demanding
urgently sits not understanding
telepathically Reprimanding
Silently having longing fits
uncontrolled kneading bits
Mother-fucking house cat you're the shits.
the longer I'm here it's haunting me
more that I wait around, wanting me
silently it waits so demanding
urgently sits not understanding
telepathically Reprimanding
Silently having longing fits
uncontrolled kneading bits
Mother-fucking house cat you're the shits.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2011 5:53pm
10th Dec 2011 5:53pm
My soul
What is a soul, is it a personality?
A conscience,or morality?
Mine seems made of weakness and hope.
There's no room for concern
Even when you might get a burn
When you lose the functionality
Whose is it's principality?
Those cosmic Jesters say "Nope".
what can you ever learn?
when is it gonna be my turn?
Don't take the dare-
But then, why even care?
The two of you can just elope.
For me there once was a helping hand.
Traded she did for some other brand.
If I had mad such a boner,
Quickly told I'd be a...
A conscience,or morality?
Mine seems made of weakness and hope.
There's no room for concern
Even when you might get a burn
When you lose the functionality
Whose is it's principality?
Those cosmic Jesters say "Nope".
what can you ever learn?
when is it gonna be my turn?
Don't take the dare-
But then, why even care?
The two of you can just elope.
For me there once was a helping hand.
Traded she did for some other brand.
If I had mad such a boner,
Quickly told I'd be a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2011 5:11pm
10th Dec 2011 5:11pm
My life.....
MY LIFE IS WHAT
There once had to be a time when my life wasn’t bound up in misery and pain, but when was that? Childhood?, hah. Was it being a teen? Let me rethink ever saying that. My 20s? Not really. When I met this girl I thought loved me? I might have once thought it so. No my contentment can only span short eras of time, for it is a grand laugh between the Almighty, and the cosmos, that I could ever think I might be truly happy. They all discard me eventually.
And now, here I am, to be thrown away, Daily.
The woman I love does this quite, gayley. Oh, yes you heard right I...
There once had to be a time when my life wasn’t bound up in misery and pain, but when was that? Childhood?, hah. Was it being a teen? Let me rethink ever saying that. My 20s? Not really. When I met this girl I thought loved me? I might have once thought it so. No my contentment can only span short eras of time, for it is a grand laugh between the Almighty, and the cosmos, that I could ever think I might be truly happy. They all discard me eventually.
And now, here I am, to be thrown away, Daily.
The woman I love does this quite, gayley. Oh, yes you heard right I...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2011 3:13am
1st Dec 2011 3:13am
Second Chance At This
I lie here in disbelief. Wondering how and why. Didn't I die? Should I be awake? There is a strange man in a funny mask standing over me. In his hand is a scalpel.
My reflexes move my hand to remove the threat. the scalpel now lays in the floor across the room. The bones in his hand are broken and worthless.
He tries to point at me with flopping digits. "what are you?"
He begins to sob. I hear his heartbeat racing. the blood pulses through him. If I am a vampire I do not thirst. If a zombie I hold no hunger. I walk the earth yet I should be done.
I...
My reflexes move my hand to remove the threat. the scalpel now lays in the floor across the room. The bones in his hand are broken and worthless.
He tries to point at me with flopping digits. "what are you?"
He begins to sob. I hear his heartbeat racing. the blood pulses through him. If I am a vampire I do not thirst. If a zombie I hold no hunger. I walk the earth yet I should be done.
I...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 10:38pm
30th Nov 2011 10:38pm
Arrrgh!
Every time life looks right
Something happens and my world is fried
anything that I might try
always ends up shredding my heart
Oh, how brightly, shines the light
promises, I find, were lied
The moment I must cry
ugliness disguised as art
if ever another had been so betrayed
I doubt their own heart was the bastard
only for a moment I was the fool
that's a lesson not lightly taken
My heart for her had not delayed
an attack never felt as-hard
again I am cosmic tool
why, life, some choose fakin'?
Something happens and my world is fried
anything that I might try
always ends up shredding my heart
Oh, how brightly, shines the light
promises, I find, were lied
The moment I must cry
ugliness disguised as art
if ever another had been so betrayed
I doubt their own heart was the bastard
only for a moment I was the fool
that's a lesson not lightly taken
My heart for her had not delayed
an attack never felt as-hard
again I am cosmic tool
why, life, some choose fakin'?
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 2:10am
30th Nov 2011 2:10am
twisted mind
If I stand here it is because of her.
If I leave it is due to insanity.
If I suffer it is my lunatic mind.
If I flourish it is her ability to maintain.
If she stays with me that's on her.
If she left it would prove her sanity.
If she suffers a good reason I can't find.
If she flourishes it is something I can't explain.
If we last it's a quandry.
I am befuddled by our laundry.
If we fail it's so simple.
I'm no smarter than a pimple.
Joy is equal to pain.
Nothing sensible crosses my brain.
I see Sky in yellows, I am...
If I leave it is due to insanity.
If I suffer it is my lunatic mind.
If I flourish it is her ability to maintain.
If she stays with me that's on her.
If she left it would prove her sanity.
If she suffers a good reason I can't find.
If she flourishes it is something I can't explain.
If we last it's a quandry.
I am befuddled by our laundry.
If we fail it's so simple.
I'm no smarter than a pimple.
Joy is equal to pain.
Nothing sensible crosses my brain.
I see Sky in yellows, I am...
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