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!"
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 2:03pm
3rd Apr 2012 2:03pm
A Kiss From The Sky
Cloud to ground, lightning striking all around,,,
These mass charges of natures colossal
electricity, UN-harnessed perfect energy ,,,
I'll step in their path, trying to catch a jolt,
I need a surge,,,
Slowly fading, I need a bolt to bring me
back to life,,,
I’ve tried every method known to man,,,
Harnessing nature’s energy, is my ultimate plan,,,
Dead already, nothing to fear, nothing to lose,,,
The bolt I catch, may be the one to give me hope?
Maybe not, but I’m up for the this,,,
A kiss from the sky...
These mass charges of natures colossal
electricity, UN-harnessed perfect energy ,,,
I'll step in their path, trying to catch a jolt,
I need a surge,,,
Slowly fading, I need a bolt to bring me
back to life,,,
I’ve tried every method known to man,,,
Harnessing nature’s energy, is my ultimate plan,,,
Dead already, nothing to fear, nothing to lose,,,
The bolt I catch, may be the one to give me hope?
Maybe not, but I’m up for the this,,,
A kiss from the sky...
#sky
#myself
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 3:45am
31st Mar 2012 3:45am
My Love For You
At times my love for you can be so
livid,
on days that you tend to be frigid.
Sometimes I feel you’re a broken
gadget,
that has simply come to reek a
little havoc.
There are days I want to drop you like
a bad habit,
but my heart and soul they
just won’t have it.
You’re the love of my life,
the one I adore,
Loving you my dear,
will never be a chore.
livid,
on days that you tend to be frigid.
Sometimes I feel you’re a broken
gadget,
that has simply come to reek a
little havoc.
There are days I want to drop you like
a bad habit,
but my heart and soul they
just won’t have it.
You’re the love of my life,
the one I adore,
Loving you my dear,
will never be a chore.
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 3:03am
31st Mar 2012 3:03am
Rain
Rain shatters the things that fill my mind,,,
Each drop cleansing my soul,,,
Refreshing my skin,,,
Seemingly making me whole,,,
I pray for rain, so I can dance,
so I can sing, so I can hide the
tears that flow from my eyes and
to wash away the pain,,,
Rain is all the therapy I need,
the perfect drug for me indeed,,,
Each drop cleansing my soul,,,
Refreshing my skin,,,
Seemingly making me whole,,,
I pray for rain, so I can dance,
so I can sing, so I can hide the
tears that flow from my eyes and
to wash away the pain,,,
Rain is all the therapy I need,
the perfect drug for me indeed,,,
840 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 1:30am
20th Mar 2012 1:30am
The Sting
My heart is scorned, by this sting
the universe has delivered to me,,,
I won’t give up even though I am
drowning in this sea of torture,,,
Treading the water for what seems
like an eternity,,,
Hoping this sting will soon end,,,
Growing weaker by the second,
restrained by its veracious appetite,,,
Rock bottom is where it sent me,
trouncing and flailing, imploring
for a rope to be cast in,,,
Out of this obscurity, came a
brilliant...
the universe has delivered to me,,,
I won’t give up even though I am
drowning in this sea of torture,,,
Treading the water for what seems
like an eternity,,,
Hoping this sting will soon end,,,
Growing weaker by the second,
restrained by its veracious appetite,,,
Rock bottom is where it sent me,
trouncing and flailing, imploring
for a rope to be cast in,,,
Out of this obscurity, came a
brilliant...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Mar 2012 5:00am
7th Mar 2012 5:00am
Silence Will Come
STOP, THINK, NO I CAN‘T…
The atrocious noises of the world
demand my attention…
They hearken, day in and day out…
Calling my name as a child calls to
their mother…
WHY? Because they need me to hear
what they say in order to exist…
I thwart all I can, but there will forever
be sounds that lure me in…
Sounds I can’t help but succumb to…
Noises that are better off left for others
to decipher…
Silence will come, when I take my final breath…
The atrocious noises of the world
demand my attention…
They hearken, day in and day out…
Calling my name as a child calls to
their mother…
WHY? Because they need me to hear
what they say in order to exist…
I thwart all I can, but there will forever
be sounds that lure me in…
Sounds I can’t help but succumb to…
Noises that are better off left for others
to decipher…
Silence will come, when I take my final breath…
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 3:05am
27th Feb 2012 3:05am
Painting Words
We all go through life painting words on one
an-others souls, all the while we do it with a
very specific goal.
Careful, those words you paint for they simply
cannot be erased,
A lasting impression they all tend to make,
words of laughter, words of pain,
they leave a lasting impression just the same.
Painting words should be like fine art,
without malice and always full of heart.
an-others souls, all the while we do it with a
very specific goal.
Careful, those words you paint for they simply
cannot be erased,
A lasting impression they all tend to make,
words of laughter, words of pain,
they leave a lasting impression just the same.
Painting words should be like fine art,
without malice and always full of heart.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 5:08am
24th Feb 2012 5:08am
This Bi - Polar Love Affair
You know, it has it’s highs and lows…
Much more drastic than most…
I love you, NO! I HATE YOU,
All in the same day…
There’s not a drug that will
ever make it clear..
Go away,
NO! COME HERE…
Hug me,
NO! DON‘T TOUCH ME…
I waited all day for you to get here,
NO! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE…
Talk to me,
NO! SHUT UP…
Kiss me,
NO! DON’T….
This Bi-Polar love affair, is an emotional ...
Much more drastic than most…
I love you, NO! I HATE YOU,
All in the same day…
There’s not a drug that will
ever make it clear..
Go away,
NO! COME HERE…
Hug me,
NO! DON‘T TOUCH ME…
I waited all day for you to get here,
NO! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST LEAVE…
Talk to me,
NO! SHUT UP…
Kiss me,
NO! DON’T….
This Bi-Polar love affair, is an emotional ...
826 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 11:54pm
23rd Feb 2012 11:54pm
These Wrinkles
These wrinkles on our faces
are wonderful treasures,
created by times in our lives
meant to remind us where we've been,
who we are, and accepted as gift’s,
not to be erased by some cosmetic
surgeon’s procedure...
They each tell a story of many
places traveled, the trials of one’s
life slowly revealed and unraveled...
Our wrinkles are a reminder from God,
that much knowledge was gained with each
and every wrinkle that came.
And each new wrinkle that appears, will be
received with humility and grace, not
an...
are wonderful treasures,
created by times in our lives
meant to remind us where we've been,
who we are, and accepted as gift’s,
not to be erased by some cosmetic
surgeon’s procedure...
They each tell a story of many
places traveled, the trials of one’s
life slowly revealed and unraveled...
Our wrinkles are a reminder from God,
that much knowledge was gained with each
and every wrinkle that came.
And each new wrinkle that appears, will be
received with humility and grace, not
an...
857 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 7:34pm
23rd Feb 2012 7:34pm
By The Dark Of The Day
By the dark of the day and light of the night..
Yes, that’s it… Everyone has life horribly wrong…
My minds light and vision increase when dark sets in..
Light of day no more exists… For in this light,
that has now become dark, I feel the strife, the
torment I see on everyone’s face.…
This more than saddens me…
We are meant to love and help one another, not
to be vultures picking each other clean of that
which we are, leaving rotting carcasses behind…
Where is the sanctity of love among us?
It’s become so unclear…
By the dark...
Yes, that’s it… Everyone has life horribly wrong…
My minds light and vision increase when dark sets in..
Light of day no more exists… For in this light,
that has now become dark, I feel the strife, the
torment I see on everyone’s face.…
This more than saddens me…
We are meant to love and help one another, not
to be vultures picking each other clean of that
which we are, leaving rotting carcasses behind…
Where is the sanctity of love among us?
It’s become so unclear…
By the dark...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 11:18am
23rd Feb 2012 11:18am
Oblivion
Oblivion is my resting ground
for i'm not lost, nor can I be found...
I was conditioned for distance
by my parents at birth, so full
of anger, frustration and fear...
Never letting anyone truly near...
Lacking self worth and trying to
hide from the pity of other people
and their messed up pride,
while I perpetually die..
Blame my parents for the person
I am, after all they conditioned
and molded me with their warped
minds and twisted hands, OH lets'
not forget to mention our demented...
for i'm not lost, nor can I be found...
I was conditioned for distance
by my parents at birth, so full
of anger, frustration and fear...
Never letting anyone truly near...
Lacking self worth and trying to
hide from the pity of other people
and their messed up pride,
while I perpetually die..
Blame my parents for the person
I am, after all they conditioned
and molded me with their warped
minds and twisted hands, OH lets'
not forget to mention our demented...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 11:11pm
22nd Feb 2012 11:11pm
I Fell Asleep
I fell asleep at the wheel and woke up
a wreck.
Wondering how I got here and how I could
get back,to things I had been steering
towards.
The places, people and things
that I knew would add
zing to my life.
Was it the right or the left that
took me down that wrong path.
The path of self destruction that
caused the exhaustion, inducing
lethargy and made me so weak.
I grasped the wheel trying hard not
to sleep but the exhaustion had
taken such hold of me, making my eyes, ...
a wreck.
Wondering how I got here and how I could
get back,to things I had been steering
towards.
The places, people and things
that I knew would add
zing to my life.
Was it the right or the left that
took me down that wrong path.
The path of self destruction that
caused the exhaustion, inducing
lethargy and made me so weak.
I grasped the wheel trying hard not
to sleep but the exhaustion had
taken such hold of me, making my eyes, ...
869 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 10:33pm
22nd Feb 2012 10:33pm
Date With The Reaper
Enthralled in bleeding emotion,
deadness takes my brain hostage…
I feel the Reaper knocking,
he wants to take me on a
permanent date…
What should I wear?
OH, I know what will be most
fitting, a black body bag adorned
with a shiny silver zipper…
deadness takes my brain hostage…
I feel the Reaper knocking,
he wants to take me on a
permanent date…
What should I wear?
OH, I know what will be most
fitting, a black body bag adorned
with a shiny silver zipper…
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2 Comments
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