Submissions by ds3371 (david spears)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started at age 13 fueled by angst and anger, not for poetry, but to describe the scenes and characters and their raw reality, to get it written to remember, this happened. this is not a work of fiction, this, sadly is my reality.
SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2012 11:36pm
19th Oct 2012 11:36pm
looking forward to the end
I hate this person I've become
Susceptible to all these fears
Staring down the barrel of this gun
Knowing it will end in tears
God look at how far this has come
Fighting through the drug benged years
To watch myself and know
Their is no other choice
How I wish it wasn't so
How I wish you could hear my voice
Susceptible to all these fears
Staring down the barrel of this gun
Knowing it will end in tears
God look at how far this has come
Fighting through the drug benged years
To watch myself and know
Their is no other choice
How I wish it wasn't so
How I wish you could hear my voice
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 6:35am
18th Oct 2012 6:35am
what it means to be different
i know i'm not the first
and i definately wont be the last
to feel the pain getting worse
to stare at torment and laugh
instead of throwing down my pride
i'll let you walk all over me
and commit mental suicide
watching what i love burn to ash
too afraid of help
too afraid to ask
passion gives pleasure to pain
it's always better if its wrong
my logic may seem insane
so i box my views up and put them where they belong
was this not what you wanted
was this not what you asked for
you cant have love if you don't have pain
and i definately wont be the last
to feel the pain getting worse
to stare at torment and laugh
instead of throwing down my pride
i'll let you walk all over me
and commit mental suicide
watching what i love burn to ash
too afraid of help
too afraid to ask
passion gives pleasure to pain
it's always better if its wrong
my logic may seem insane
so i box my views up and put them where they belong
was this not what you wanted
was this not what you asked for
you cant have love if you don't have pain
665 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2012 11:51pm
26th Sep 2012 11:51pm
Steps
Look at you, perched above on your stoop,
Watching us, with looks of disgust you cast down
On every passer-by,as if those steps, those steps,
Some how made you above every one else, i agree,
Those steps are extravegent, with their marble finish.
Don't you know, many before have set on that same stoop,
Before you where even conceived, people went up and down
That stoop, some stopping, and having the same opinion,
Yet when they step foot off those lovely marble steps,
Their nothing but steps. And your no more than a man.
Watching us, with looks of disgust you cast down
On every passer-by,as if those steps, those steps,
Some how made you above every one else, i agree,
Those steps are extravegent, with their marble finish.
Don't you know, many before have set on that same stoop,
Before you where even conceived, people went up and down
That stoop, some stopping, and having the same opinion,
Yet when they step foot off those lovely marble steps,
Their nothing but steps. And your no more than a man.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 3:01am
20th Jul 2012 3:01am
who do we serve?
you've come to say your prayers
just walk up right their
wait in line until your numbers called
no drum roll. no appluase.
too much miscommunication
and so many flaws
why cant we just communicate
as soon as i get a picture of you
it evaporates
why are you so hidden
or is it just me
because im trapped in this prison
and you have the key
why cant i grasp everything i seek to understand
why so many unanswered questions
for your big plan
now they...
just walk up right their
wait in line until your numbers called
no drum roll. no appluase.
too much miscommunication
and so many flaws
why cant we just communicate
as soon as i get a picture of you
it evaporates
why are you so hidden
or is it just me
because im trapped in this prison
and you have the key
why cant i grasp everything i seek to understand
why so many unanswered questions
for your big plan
now they...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 00:45am
20th Jul 2012 00:45am
realization
There is a realization that always gets ignored
Death sweeps away young and old
It’s not that we don’t grasp it, we just get bored
Sort of drifting around waiting to be told
Not to speak about what happens after you transition
From the confines of this life, in to the hands of the next
We confuse the promise of eternal happiness with religion
When this life isn’t merely life at all, in fact it’s just a test
You were given all you needed, to make your own decision
Go ahead, scoff at the thought that you might have made a mistake
Buying in to the theory...
Death sweeps away young and old
It’s not that we don’t grasp it, we just get bored
Sort of drifting around waiting to be told
Not to speak about what happens after you transition
From the confines of this life, in to the hands of the next
We confuse the promise of eternal happiness with religion
When this life isn’t merely life at all, in fact it’s just a test
You were given all you needed, to make your own decision
Go ahead, scoff at the thought that you might have made a mistake
Buying in to the theory...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 6:22pm
19th Jul 2012 6:22pm
traces of humanity
like a flower withering in its garden
pedals decaying and scattering with the wind
is a man who has talent but no ambition
like a child who grows bored with a toy
and picks up another
so is our pop culture with its fashion and trends
like the girl who throws up all her meals to fit in
...
pedals decaying and scattering with the wind
is a man who has talent but no ambition
like a child who grows bored with a toy
and picks up another
so is our pop culture with its fashion and trends
like the girl who throws up all her meals to fit in
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 3:26pm
19th Jul 2012 3:26pm
searching for sanity
in the absence of a definate answer
we sail through seas of questions
with stupidity spreading like cancer
we end up with no solutions, only suggestions
no concrete path only twists in a maze
watching others pass on roads already paved
leaving everything to chance but our own intuition
we embrace a future based on our own decisions
far from reaching a state of self security
we watch others...
we sail through seas of questions
with stupidity spreading like cancer
we end up with no solutions, only suggestions
no concrete path only twists in a maze
watching others pass on roads already paved
leaving everything to chance but our own intuition
we embrace a future based on our own decisions
far from reaching a state of self security
we watch others...
638 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 10:19am
24th Jun 2012 10:19am
Make it Count
decisions decisions decisions
Oh so many we make in just seconds
We decide to give in just for acceptance
Then the thoughts arise
The choices we've just made
Has it set us to arrive
Is that the road being paved?
Where we finally meet our demise?
The more we sit and ponder our choices
Our thoughts get drowned out by our own voices
Arrogance!
The thought of being so sly
No one would ever even know
The secrets after we finally die
Just one more impulsive action
Has brought us down to nothing
With silver spoons sitting...
Oh so many we make in just seconds
We decide to give in just for acceptance
Then the thoughts arise
The choices we've just made
Has it set us to arrive
Is that the road being paved?
Where we finally meet our demise?
The more we sit and ponder our choices
Our thoughts get drowned out by our own voices
Arrogance!
The thought of being so sly
No one would ever even know
The secrets after we finally die
Just one more impulsive action
Has brought us down to nothing
With silver spoons sitting...
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 9:14am
24th Jun 2012 9:14am
The crisis of man
in the middle of a sentence i sit and freeze
thinking about what it would be like to live in ease
where people made sense and the atmosphere gentle
the truth is that no one gets you and its improper to be sentimental
instead they walk in rows heads hanging to the ground
where no trace of a smile can even be found
lost in the own dillusion of what life really means
like thousand dollar purses and designer jeans
God, dont i love human beings
thinking about what it would be like to live in ease
where people made sense and the atmosphere gentle
the truth is that no one gets you and its improper to be sentimental
instead they walk in rows heads hanging to the ground
where no trace of a smile can even be found
lost in the own dillusion of what life really means
like thousand dollar purses and designer jeans
God, dont i love human beings
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 7:57pm
23rd Apr 2012 7:57pm
here and now
this war has already been waged
theirs a monster inside me
and it longs to be free of its cage
longing to come out of hiding
like death it hides by the vase
waiting to turn the beauty of the rose
to the shriveled up pedals
that have took its place
theirs a monster inside me
and it longs to be free of its cage
longing to come out of hiding
like death it hides by the vase
waiting to turn the beauty of the rose
to the shriveled up pedals
that have took its place
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2011 3:02am
25th Dec 2011 3:02am
days of my life
up to this day my times been spent on
getting the drugs my habit depends on
Everything in between has been just to get by
in fact i cant think clearly unless i get high
the closest people to me have had to turn away
hell i know if it was possible i wouldn't stay
who asks to spend their lives chained to misery
if i could go back i would do something differently
but then again maybe im in denial and this was meant to be
Ive been told i never lived up to my full potential
like i could of been the coldest to ever pick up a pencil
but fuck it
that...
getting the drugs my habit depends on
Everything in between has been just to get by
in fact i cant think clearly unless i get high
the closest people to me have had to turn away
hell i know if it was possible i wouldn't stay
who asks to spend their lives chained to misery
if i could go back i would do something differently
but then again maybe im in denial and this was meant to be
Ive been told i never lived up to my full potential
like i could of been the coldest to ever pick up a pencil
but fuck it
that...
636 reads
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