Submissions by drogedarain (CriticalMass)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Jaded? No … Death Wish? Maybe … Sharp Tongue? Definitely … Must tread on me at own risk!"
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 5:26am
3rd Aug 2012 5:26am
Excuses or Fear
When you get all your situations straightened out,
your sickness, financial issues, weight issues
and your focus on life in order…
Let me know, because the rest of us poor slobs
live life and live love as a gift, that should be in
each and every one of our days first and foremost...
And the majority looks at love not as an
inconvenience, but divinity...
your sickness, financial issues, weight issues
and your focus on life in order…
Let me know, because the rest of us poor slobs
live life and live love as a gift, that should be in
each and every one of our days first and foremost...
And the majority looks at love not as an
inconvenience, but divinity...
914 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Aug 2012 9:15am
1st Aug 2012 9:15am
Sleep Needs To Come
Oh sleep, where are you when I need you
The most?
You're as illusive as Sasquatch...
I try to count those noisy little sheep....
All they do is make me want to scream...
Don't know why I bother? they remind
Me of the sheeple jumping into the
brainwashing cesspool of governmental
deceit...
What can I do to make slumber come?
This has become a rather bothersome
Nightly conundrum....
Tossing and turning no paradoxical sleep
For me...
Mind won't stop turning to much thinking
Going on for me to catch some...
The most?
You're as illusive as Sasquatch...
I try to count those noisy little sheep....
All they do is make me want to scream...
Don't know why I bother? they remind
Me of the sheeple jumping into the
brainwashing cesspool of governmental
deceit...
What can I do to make slumber come?
This has become a rather bothersome
Nightly conundrum....
Tossing and turning no paradoxical sleep
For me...
Mind won't stop turning to much thinking
Going on for me to catch some...
854 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jul 2012 4:45am
24th Jul 2012 4:45am
WHERE THE HELL ARE MY RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES???
You know the things that make life worth while…
Mine seem to all disintegrate in the blink of an eye…
One minute things are wonderful like seeing a beautiful
Firework explode and just as fast all fades to smoke and
Plunges in the darkness never to be seen again…
On this now dreadful Monday my ‘BD’s” Eighteenth
Birthday I worked endlessly to make it all so perfect…
Making a video of his life, put off the finishing to add
Photos of his party and just like the firework smoke
Plunging into the darkness of the night all the pictures
Of him and me are not...
Mine seem to all disintegrate in the blink of an eye…
One minute things are wonderful like seeing a beautiful
Firework explode and just as fast all fades to smoke and
Plunges in the darkness never to be seen again…
On this now dreadful Monday my ‘BD’s” Eighteenth
Birthday I worked endlessly to make it all so perfect…
Making a video of his life, put off the finishing to add
Photos of his party and just like the firework smoke
Plunging into the darkness of the night all the pictures
Of him and me are not...
824 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Jul 2012 8:27pm
22nd Jul 2012 8:27pm
Landmarks In Time
center]
We’re all landmarks in time…
We are landmarks in the time of others,
Each person we have spoken to, shared a smile
with, each kiss given, each person we have held in
our arms, these and countless more things shared in our
daily journey through life are all landmarks in time,,,
We need to look at life from multiple perspectives and
Not any one particular way,,,
For this is more than important to one’s ultimate happiness
And flourishing in life,,,
Even nature depends on all the seasons to exist,,,
One season cannot happen if...
We’re all landmarks in time…
We are landmarks in the time of others,
Each person we have spoken to, shared a smile
with, each kiss given, each person we have held in
our arms, these and countless more things shared in our
daily journey through life are all landmarks in time,,,
We need to look at life from multiple perspectives and
Not any one particular way,,,
For this is more than important to one’s ultimate happiness
And flourishing in life,,,
Even nature depends on all the seasons to exist,,,
One season cannot happen if...
804 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 9:48pm
3rd Jun 2012 9:48pm
What Doesn't Kill You
a collaboration by kriticool & Critical Mass
What doesn’t kill you..
You will probably most likely try again
And then…try it again, and..again try, and
Sins, they just grin. The deadliest of sins
They suck draw and…they just pull you in
Serenading; right into your consciousness
Singing to you promising everything will be fine
One time…surely that’s enough, but is it?
These things in essence
They’re an attempt to replace something
Some items lost along your way
Things that you wanted to forever...
What doesn’t kill you..
You will probably most likely try again
And then…try it again, and..again try, and
Sins, they just grin. The deadliest of sins
They suck draw and…they just pull you in
Serenading; right into your consciousness
Singing to you promising everything will be fine
One time…surely that’s enough, but is it?
These things in essence
They’re an attempt to replace something
Some items lost along your way
Things that you wanted to forever...
1021 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jun 2012 10:01pm
2nd Jun 2012 10:01pm
~Not So Pleasant Saturday~
691 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jun 2012 2:46am
2nd Jun 2012 2:46am
Materialistic Whores Masquerading As Ladies
Materialistic Whores Masquerading As Ladies
They will woo you, wearing the simplest of clothes,
Looking like Ellie Mae on a hot day…
While underneath that sweetness and small town gaze,
Is a money grubbing materialistic whore looking
For a free ride at your expense…
Men beware they’re cunning and always looking scrumptious,
Not a hair out of place or an smear on their lying ass face…
They will devour you like fine wine and chocolate on a first
Date…
I know women like this and they make me more than sick,
Always bragging...
They will woo you, wearing the simplest of clothes,
Looking like Ellie Mae on a hot day…
While underneath that sweetness and small town gaze,
Is a money grubbing materialistic whore looking
For a free ride at your expense…
Men beware they’re cunning and always looking scrumptious,
Not a hair out of place or an smear on their lying ass face…
They will devour you like fine wine and chocolate on a first
Date…
I know women like this and they make me more than sick,
Always bragging...
856 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2012 1:23am
2nd Jun 2012 1:23am
~OH; You Know Who I Am~
You know I’m always here lingering around like a
Scent you deplore,,,
Waiting for that beautiful wreck in rush hour traffic,
Or the biggest mistake a weekend party drunk will
Ever make by getting behind the wheel,,,
I love floating around in the clouds above the
Highest mountain peeks, hoping for a not so
Graceful fall,,,
You’ll find me hanging around the sidewalks below
Tall city apartment buildings and skyscrapers,
Looking up to see who’s on their way down and
Welcoming them with open arms,,,
I carry a gun and a bottle of...
Scent you deplore,,,
Waiting for that beautiful wreck in rush hour traffic,
Or the biggest mistake a weekend party drunk will
Ever make by getting behind the wheel,,,
I love floating around in the clouds above the
Highest mountain peeks, hoping for a not so
Graceful fall,,,
You’ll find me hanging around the sidewalks below
Tall city apartment buildings and skyscrapers,
Looking up to see who’s on their way down and
Welcoming them with open arms,,,
I carry a gun and a bottle of...
738 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 2:45am
1st Jun 2012 2:45am
Poppies, Dotted Satin And Psychedelic Skies OH MY;
font=Geneva][i][b]
HEY YOU, IT'S ME the one you
Left behind slumbering in the poppy field of peace,
Filled with happiness further than my sleeping
Eyes could see…
I know not where this field is as it’s origin
Is undefined, must indeed be why you left me
Behind…
Oh the psychedelic skies I had envisioned
So many times before, they were everything I’d hoped
For and even more…
The shades of reds, pinks, oranges and hues of purple too,
Here and there a delicate touch of sweet...
HEY YOU, IT'S ME the one you
Left behind slumbering in the poppy field of peace,
Filled with happiness further than my sleeping
Eyes could see…
I know not where this field is as it’s origin
Is undefined, must indeed be why you left me
Behind…
Oh the psychedelic skies I had envisioned
So many times before, they were everything I’d hoped
For and even more…
The shades of reds, pinks, oranges and hues of purple too,
Here and there a delicate touch of sweet...
711 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2012 00:22am
31st May 2012 00:22am
Tell Me My Love;
I still taste you, smell you and feel you touching my skin,,,
When is this entrapment of you ever going to end???
I want nothing more than to be in your arms just as it was
before,,,
You’re my hearts desire, my heats flame, no man could ever
possibly touch the memory of you,,,
I want so bad to make it all go away, I just can’t seem to
put this time with you to bed,,,
Your crystal eyes of blue are haunting me daily,,,
They're affixed to all I see donning similar shades,,,
I love and adore you like no other ever will,,,
I know you still...
When is this entrapment of you ever going to end???
I want nothing more than to be in your arms just as it was
before,,,
You’re my hearts desire, my heats flame, no man could ever
possibly touch the memory of you,,,
I want so bad to make it all go away, I just can’t seem to
put this time with you to bed,,,
Your crystal eyes of blue are haunting me daily,,,
They're affixed to all I see donning similar shades,,,
I love and adore you like no other ever will,,,
I know you still...
880 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th May 2012 1:39pm
30th May 2012 1:39pm
Pigs Masquerading As Chivalrous Gentlemen
Slight of hand, twists of fate
So many things in life to contemplate
What is real, what is fake
My mind reels with every second of
every breath of my destined fate
I’ve had my fill of all the men in this world
past, present and future it seems
Got no more time to waste on anymore meaningless
first dates
These men seem to turn out the same whether I meet
them on my own or set up on a blind date
Pigs masquerading as chivalrous gentlemen
Feeding me the fat instead of the meat
I’ll now wait to be discovered if in fact there is...
So many things in life to contemplate
What is real, what is fake
My mind reels with every second of
every breath of my destined fate
I’ve had my fill of all the men in this world
past, present and future it seems
Got no more time to waste on anymore meaningless
first dates
These men seem to turn out the same whether I meet
them on my own or set up on a blind date
Pigs masquerading as chivalrous gentlemen
Feeding me the fat instead of the meat
I’ll now wait to be discovered if in fact there is...
813 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th May 2012 12:18pm
30th May 2012 12:18pm
~A Words Delight~
I’m in a reading frenzy I just can’t seem to stop,,,
Writing follows suit right down to the last ink drop,,,
If I don’t let this all out and take this all in, I feel as though
My head is going to explode like a ripened pimple pop,,,
It’s knowledge I readily crave that’s led me there, it’s knowledge
To share that’ll keep me here,,,
From a beautiful poem to a macabre love story, I’ll write until
My fingers cramp, blister and callus,,,
I’ve done this since age six and I don’t think I’ll ever stop,,,
If indeed I do, then you’ll know I’m six...
Writing follows suit right down to the last ink drop,,,
If I don’t let this all out and take this all in, I feel as though
My head is going to explode like a ripened pimple pop,,,
It’s knowledge I readily crave that’s led me there, it’s knowledge
To share that’ll keep me here,,,
From a beautiful poem to a macabre love story, I’ll write until
My fingers cramp, blister and callus,,,
I’ve done this since age six and I don’t think I’ll ever stop,,,
If indeed I do, then you’ll know I’m six...
648 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by drogedarain (CriticalMass)
