Submissions by drigz49
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
scibbles on paper , or keyboard , How fake , but that's how we now relate , A flat screen and a monthly rate for the machine to take.
Doing Fine!!!
Glad someone asked! The sadness , The madness ,
It was some kind of joke , Right from the start
badly wrote, But I'm doing fine absorbing every moment
getting lost in the track of time ,Now stop with all the
excuses can't wait and hide for the situtation to subcide.
Face your demons and spit into their eyes.
Smile as it is heard...one simple word,
What could it be ?
From the brain, deep in ones skull up from the soul
That one word ....Is simply......Free!
J.Driggers
It was some kind of joke , Right from the start
badly wrote, But I'm doing fine absorbing every moment
getting lost in the track of time ,Now stop with all the
excuses can't wait and hide for the situtation to subcide.
Face your demons and spit into their eyes.
Smile as it is heard...one simple word,
What could it be ?
From the brain, deep in ones skull up from the soul
That one word ....Is simply......Free!
J.Driggers
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My mother , His wife
Today it happend , My heart was blackend.
Cold my soul has become with emotions now numb ,
Without passion , What had I done?
Said without purpose , Not even a reason to live,With
each day more a bore , My demise I can't ignore.
At the age of 6 , My mother , the life bearer to me
closed her eyes. I sometimes wonder if there was even
a good-bye?
At 17, I embrassed the look I last saw upon my fathersface , He knew the days left where few,Looking
at a childhood I never knew..Left motherless in the hands
of a father ...A man... that had lost too....
Cold my soul has become with emotions now numb ,
Without passion , What had I done?
Said without purpose , Not even a reason to live,With
each day more a bore , My demise I can't ignore.
At the age of 6 , My mother , the life bearer to me
closed her eyes. I sometimes wonder if there was even
a good-bye?
At 17, I embrassed the look I last saw upon my fathersface , He knew the days left where few,Looking
at a childhood I never knew..Left motherless in the hands
of a father ...A man... that had lost too....
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Time for quiet please
Everybody will say they have the answers ,
When the question is what their really after.
Can they see ? Is it real? Is the truth told?
Within ones mind , body and soul.
Was there any regreats?
Hope no apologies owed.
When you are judged , Only ask if
what has been brought forth was ever in
your control.For ones destiny can't be sold.
More precious than gold , Down your road
you must go only to find where it ends.
Now you'll take your last few breaths
watching the last few grains that the hour
glass holds.Do you feel the coldness...
When the question is what their really after.
Can they see ? Is it real? Is the truth told?
Within ones mind , body and soul.
Was there any regreats?
Hope no apologies owed.
When you are judged , Only ask if
what has been brought forth was ever in
your control.For ones destiny can't be sold.
More precious than gold , Down your road
you must go only to find where it ends.
Now you'll take your last few breaths
watching the last few grains that the hour
glass holds.Do you feel the coldness...
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Not to smart
Time to change or perhaps rearrange
to soon find a place we calledsane.
Now , No one to blame , another lost
frame , say are you anymore derranged?
Let's just walk away....
-second frame-
The director yells-CUT-the scenefades.
Now black & white
We see the dark shades that phases the
passsion from with in ones tanted eyes
their soul filled with saddness , Their pain
can't subcide for ever running with no place
to hide.Said truth will always surface,
It can't simply die....Even when you told
such...
to soon find a place we calledsane.
Now , No one to blame , another lost
frame , say are you anymore derranged?
Let's just walk away....
-second frame-
The director yells-CUT-the scenefades.
Now black & white
We see the dark shades that phases the
passsion from with in ones tanted eyes
their soul filled with saddness , Their pain
can't subcide for ever running with no place
to hide.Said truth will always surface,
It can't simply die....Even when you told
such...
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For Shannie (my wife)
Thinking of words I might want to say....so you'll
never shy away.can't imagine us apart..me and you till the end,my very best freind,my lover i trust this was never pretend
only together we can heel the pain from our past,to witness what the future has to hold,finally to write our storey , a happy ending,i think we are owed!our journey has just begun,our bond can't be undone,only stronger shall we become,just like the beauty of a silk web a spider has spun,from our past we can no longer run,those days are done.
each day will spend spilling our emotions absorbing them in,...
never shy away.can't imagine us apart..me and you till the end,my very best freind,my lover i trust this was never pretend
only together we can heel the pain from our past,to witness what the future has to hold,finally to write our storey , a happy ending,i think we are owed!our journey has just begun,our bond can't be undone,only stronger shall we become,just like the beauty of a silk web a spider has spun,from our past we can no longer run,those days are done.
each day will spend spilling our emotions absorbing them in,...
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