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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2011 2:01am
21st Dec 2011 2:01am
what is it out their
who is this genius god
the light of a world covered in darkness
which is really kind of odd
considering
we humans where not created heartless
who is this manifestation
meant for the broken hearts to believe in
for the ones who have no education
with a hole in the brain
they actually think they see demons
what is that feeling
breaking me from deep within
because i lied and stole
letting me know what i did was a sin
is it god? is it man? is it nature?
you'll read it from all three ways in today's paper
hes a lie...
the light of a world covered in darkness
which is really kind of odd
considering
we humans where not created heartless
who is this manifestation
meant for the broken hearts to believe in
for the ones who have no education
with a hole in the brain
they actually think they see demons
what is that feeling
breaking me from deep within
because i lied and stole
letting me know what i did was a sin
is it god? is it man? is it nature?
you'll read it from all three ways in today's paper
hes a lie...
623 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2011 9:23am
9th Dec 2011 9:23am
Just another day as nobody
You may call me what you please,
Just don't infect me with your disease.
You take advantage of the ones who believe
their should be compensation to the victims of your greed.
It's suppose to be one of us on stage
instead of being trapped in your political cage where
I'm forced to listen to you rant and rave like we're
your horrible red headed step chilled who misbehaved.
We are the common folk who's stories never get told,
we don't get attention until it benefits you, until then
we're casually placed on hold.
Just leaving my house I panic from...
Just don't infect me with your disease.
You take advantage of the ones who believe
their should be compensation to the victims of your greed.
It's suppose to be one of us on stage
instead of being trapped in your political cage where
I'm forced to listen to you rant and rave like we're
your horrible red headed step chilled who misbehaved.
We are the common folk who's stories never get told,
we don't get attention until it benefits you, until then
we're casually placed on hold.
Just leaving my house I panic from...
759 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 3:08pm
9th Nov 2011 3:08pm
holding on
I hold to you like theirs no tomorrow
Were not promised it our time is borrowed
From the watch makers secret stash
When its empty we regret living so fast
So the moments I have with you I treasure
Because nothing on earth lasts forever
When our days are done we'll see the light
And pray to God he'll save our life
So if your tired of running because theirs no where to hide
I'll always love you in the reality all the way to the other side
Were not promised it our time is borrowed
From the watch makers secret stash
When its empty we regret living so fast
So the moments I have with you I treasure
Because nothing on earth lasts forever
When our days are done we'll see the light
And pray to God he'll save our life
So if your tired of running because theirs no where to hide
I'll always love you in the reality all the way to the other side
848 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2011 3:32pm
19th Oct 2011 3:32pm
justifications of the selfish
We make every excuse to justify our selfish actions
Why we rob and kill to fill our own satisfaction
Why are entire lives end up driven by greed
When we already have everything we need
And the mis-fortunate go to sleep in filth
While we toss and turn in our sheets of silk
We look up to men who are breaking our nation slowly
And turn our nose at the man who stole just to buy groceries
We build monuments dedicated to the men who should be blamed
And ignore the woman walking to and from work in the rain
We shake our heads at the girl selling her self to...
Why we rob and kill to fill our own satisfaction
Why are entire lives end up driven by greed
When we already have everything we need
And the mis-fortunate go to sleep in filth
While we toss and turn in our sheets of silk
We look up to men who are breaking our nation slowly
And turn our nose at the man who stole just to buy groceries
We build monuments dedicated to the men who should be blamed
And ignore the woman walking to and from work in the rain
We shake our heads at the girl selling her self to...
832 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 2:03pm
12th Oct 2011 2:03pm
thieves in the night
As the darkness comes and the dawn has passed
We sit in anticipation of a full hourglass
one whose sand will wash our thoughts
In through every crack through every little spot
Out of envy we watch so close
Trying to steal someone elses hope
We pray off misery
We pray on pain
We wrote our history
Under different names
We sit in anticipation of a full hourglass
one whose sand will wash our thoughts
In through every crack through every little spot
Out of envy we watch so close
Trying to steal someone elses hope
We pray off misery
We pray on pain
We wrote our history
Under different names
939 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 2:02pm
21st Sep 2011 2:02pm
control
Drugs control my brain
My heart controls my pain
that's who I am
What's left to understand
How many more blunts will it take
to learn how to fix my mistakes
My hand reaches for the pen
My mind doesn't know where to begin
fuck it
I'll just stop shooting blanks
And let you fill them in.
My heart controls my pain
that's who I am
What's left to understand
How many more blunts will it take
to learn how to fix my mistakes
My hand reaches for the pen
My mind doesn't know where to begin
fuck it
I'll just stop shooting blanks
And let you fill them in.
850 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 3:34am
21st Sep 2011 3:34am
Mardi gras
there is nothing better than to be original
too many people think its cool to be identical
losing yourself to pick up a face of someone else
degrading others just to put a notch in your belt
you might think no one knows your in a costume
the zipper on your neck is bound to show
Soon the sad thing is you forget that your acting
i bet the masquerade must get really distracting
how can you function when you have to pretend
the real word is calling dress up has to end
you do everything just to cover up who you are now
you dont even know the truth...
too many people think its cool to be identical
losing yourself to pick up a face of someone else
degrading others just to put a notch in your belt
you might think no one knows your in a costume
the zipper on your neck is bound to show
Soon the sad thing is you forget that your acting
i bet the masquerade must get really distracting
how can you function when you have to pretend
the real word is calling dress up has to end
you do everything just to cover up who you are now
you dont even know the truth...
770 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 1:54am
21st Sep 2011 1:54am
hanging by strings
If i was hanging by strings
i do would the same things
just like the rest
maybe im blessed
maybe im not even present
i might be just another one
Of the propaganda selling peasents
who hold your life in their gun
plus all that ice in those bags
go straight in the hands
of the ones wearing the badge
we get up on stands
and we worship our flag
we sell our souls for the cash
we love walking around
wearing one of those masks
who doesnt say a sound
who never wants to ask
because were scared to get shot down
we say where...
i do would the same things
just like the rest
maybe im blessed
maybe im not even present
i might be just another one
Of the propaganda selling peasents
who hold your life in their gun
plus all that ice in those bags
go straight in the hands
of the ones wearing the badge
we get up on stands
and we worship our flag
we sell our souls for the cash
we love walking around
wearing one of those masks
who doesnt say a sound
who never wants to ask
because were scared to get shot down
we say where...
650 reads
0 Comments
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