Submissions by drugfree1977
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have had block for a minute but love poetry and it is a release for me.
tied off
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When walls fall down
Guarded by my values, the ones I never had ,
A fool within my sadness , my enemies were glad,
The fallen one they called my, I had fallen from my thrown
And reviled in my foley, foolishness I owned
My head upon a platter , to the kings delight
Surrounded by my laughter, lead me to the light
Take me to your master, I want to show my face
Lead me into evil, its there I'll meet my fate
Behind the pills I'm hiding, my soul so stained and rotten
I'm on my knees and crawling,pureness long forgotten,
Taken from the top, brought low back down to earth...
A fool within my sadness , my enemies were glad,
The fallen one they called my, I had fallen from my thrown
And reviled in my foley, foolishness I owned
My head upon a platter , to the kings delight
Surrounded by my laughter, lead me to the light
Take me to your master, I want to show my face
Lead me into evil, its there I'll meet my fate
Behind the pills I'm hiding, my soul so stained and rotten
I'm on my knees and crawling,pureness long forgotten,
Taken from the top, brought low back down to earth...
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liberty or death
I spit senseless shit..........
jumbled words to disturb,,,, the morals within,
your proper up bringing, fuck ya I was raised in a barn,
And my pops is a piece of shit, was love to much to ask?
he could of at least hung around and beat my fuckin ass,
disfunctional would had been better than nothing,
now my life lacks fatherly guidance, I latch on to role models,
its so goddamn disgusting, but I is who I is,
And the counselor says I have personality issues,
a fatal prognosis, how did it happen?
with this fat sack of cannabis I entertain...
jumbled words to disturb,,,, the morals within,
your proper up bringing, fuck ya I was raised in a barn,
And my pops is a piece of shit, was love to much to ask?
he could of at least hung around and beat my fuckin ass,
disfunctional would had been better than nothing,
now my life lacks fatherly guidance, I latch on to role models,
its so goddamn disgusting, but I is who I is,
And the counselor says I have personality issues,
a fatal prognosis, how did it happen?
with this fat sack of cannabis I entertain...
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disconnected
a steady stream of nightmares and self-inflicted wounds.........overtaken
by desires...a desire to be free , free from self and time
but time still rolls and we all grow old... empty promises...unfullfilled
dreams..deception , a mental illusion..faking sucesss , thoughts of
granduer ... long nights in a land close to home.. concrete tombs and bad
memories.. surrounded by people and so all alone...exiled
talking to myself..facing exicution by my own hands.. minute by minute
hanging by a thread ... hysterical and mocking .. pointing out others...
by desires...a desire to be free , free from self and time
but time still rolls and we all grow old... empty promises...unfullfilled
dreams..deception , a mental illusion..faking sucesss , thoughts of
granduer ... long nights in a land close to home.. concrete tombs and bad
memories.. surrounded by people and so all alone...exiled
talking to myself..facing exicution by my own hands.. minute by minute
hanging by a thread ... hysterical and mocking .. pointing out others...
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lovers prose
Oh fallen man with pen in his hand,
broken by your sorrow,
faced with much and loved by few,
will you make it to the morrow?
Incline your poor ear, my destitute dear,
pay attention to the words that follow,
I have much to say but the words they are few,
my emotions are broken and hollow.
Give me your heart thats slap torn apart,
lift it from the misery in which you wallow,
my medication is raw truth,
lover of my youth, a bitter pill to swallow.
Theres nothing to discuss, this pain is enough,
you have proven yourself to be...
broken by your sorrow,
faced with much and loved by few,
will you make it to the morrow?
Incline your poor ear, my destitute dear,
pay attention to the words that follow,
I have much to say but the words they are few,
my emotions are broken and hollow.
Give me your heart thats slap torn apart,
lift it from the misery in which you wallow,
my medication is raw truth,
lover of my youth, a bitter pill to swallow.
Theres nothing to discuss, this pain is enough,
you have proven yourself to be...
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all I will ever be
what if what i am is all i will ever be?????
what if this is all there is to life the pinnacle 4 me?
what if i have to live like this.....
with hate deep down inside....
what if i thought the world would trip if it knew the thoughts i hide?
sometimes i hang out all alone...i scare myself sometimes
the world gets big i feel real small..dont worry i will be just fine....
you study me with your big degrees...dr. feelgood m.d. .....the dope u give
doesnt help at all ....it will never set me free....
what if i scream or if...
what if this is all there is to life the pinnacle 4 me?
what if i have to live like this.....
with hate deep down inside....
what if i thought the world would trip if it knew the thoughts i hide?
sometimes i hang out all alone...i scare myself sometimes
the world gets big i feel real small..dont worry i will be just fine....
you study me with your big degrees...dr. feelgood m.d. .....the dope u give
doesnt help at all ....it will never set me free....
what if i scream or if...
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seperation
SEPERATION
without a word or inclination..sensations fallowed by rapid thought...cant
stop..always the worst case scenerio....like sand makes glass ,love evolves
into hate.........
and seperation.......
loud slams and bangs...kisses and hugs now pushes and shoves , living life
at the limit....
--------------lines drawn ------------------
love is selfish and pain is real , it will have you talking to
yourself..ratitionalizing your weakness ,your happiness in someone elses
hands....now its the smiles I couldnt give...
without a word or inclination..sensations fallowed by rapid thought...cant
stop..always the worst case scenerio....like sand makes glass ,love evolves
into hate.........
and seperation.......
loud slams and bangs...kisses and hugs now pushes and shoves , living life
at the limit....
--------------lines drawn ------------------
love is selfish and pain is real , it will have you talking to
yourself..ratitionalizing your weakness ,your happiness in someone elses
hands....now its the smiles I couldnt give...
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