Submissions by forgodsake
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want my words to shatter your former life I want my words to open your saddened eyes
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2013 8:26am
16th Jun 2013 8:26am
i walk
scattered thoughts write shattered words
drizzle them like glass in a hallway
walk to me, i promise it hurts
but you will see what it's like to take my way
i teleport from picture frames to colors
shots, and scenes and typography
words and pictures stapled together
chaos composes a lot of me
scattered light and broken prisms
through my eyes of shatter vision
drizzle through my weary thoughts
walk the path on which i walk
saying nothing, silence heavy
approach a suspended door,
midair reaching, catch it lefty
i...
drizzle them like glass in a hallway
walk to me, i promise it hurts
but you will see what it's like to take my way
i teleport from picture frames to colors
shots, and scenes and typography
words and pictures stapled together
chaos composes a lot of me
scattered light and broken prisms
through my eyes of shatter vision
drizzle through my weary thoughts
walk the path on which i walk
saying nothing, silence heavy
approach a suspended door,
midair reaching, catch it lefty
i...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2013 1:16am
10th Jun 2013 1:16am
style
my notebook is a forest fire,
a waste of breath my pens all die for,
i never win, i dont get tired,
still not sure what im alive for.
i scratch through the pages like madmen,
burning down a neighborhood,
my body is in pain but im laughing,
i dont think, i notice that im not very good.
back and forth until my neck snaps,
i cant straighten out one thought,
images in my head smear and clash,
certain things just cant be taught.
ghostly images, hammer and tong,
im invisible and part of the foreground,
empty syllogism, broken...
a waste of breath my pens all die for,
i never win, i dont get tired,
still not sure what im alive for.
i scratch through the pages like madmen,
burning down a neighborhood,
my body is in pain but im laughing,
i dont think, i notice that im not very good.
back and forth until my neck snaps,
i cant straighten out one thought,
images in my head smear and clash,
certain things just cant be taught.
ghostly images, hammer and tong,
im invisible and part of the foreground,
empty syllogism, broken...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 10:00pm
8th Jun 2013 10:00pm
freeform pick-a-part
stand on my neck
break
your
fall
your spine is made of foam
your heart is made of glass
i can make you quit
this too shall pass
make a case for world peace
standing
on one
piece of the globe
you claw the wreckage
you got nothing to hold
what case
do you make?
what claim do you stake?
CLAIM
you would never maim
but someone needs to be smashed to calm the mobs
calm
the
mobs
calm
the
mobs
feed them your body
dissect your...
break
your
fall
your spine is made of foam
your heart is made of glass
i can make you quit
this too shall pass
make a case for world peace
standing
on one
piece of the globe
you claw the wreckage
you got nothing to hold
what case
do you make?
what claim do you stake?
CLAIM
you would never maim
but someone needs to be smashed to calm the mobs
calm
the
mobs
calm
the
mobs
feed them your body
dissect your...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 6:48am
8th Jun 2013 6:48am
Waves with the faces of old men
The green tide is out to sea,
My shore is yawning wide;
I hope my waves will carry me,
Paper water; wash me dry.
My shore is yawning wide;
I hope my waves will carry me,
Paper water; wash me dry.
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 5:14am
2nd Jun 2013 5:14am
The Awful Thing That Sort of Happened
Stab my problems in the back,
I need to face things with my front.
Walking backwards just pretending
I'm like the people I'm among.
[I stand out when I'm siting down, well, no matter what I do. I chafe against humanity, glow with toxic light, and hope for a stampede.]
I catch myself in my favorite mistake,
that "anything is better than this",
then I look behind me,
to remember how much better it is.
I want to scream off buildings,
I want to kick through walls,
I want chaos,
I want war.
Problems dont...
I need to face things with my front.
Walking backwards just pretending
I'm like the people I'm among.
[I stand out when I'm siting down, well, no matter what I do. I chafe against humanity, glow with toxic light, and hope for a stampede.]
I catch myself in my favorite mistake,
that "anything is better than this",
then I look behind me,
to remember how much better it is.
I want to scream off buildings,
I want to kick through walls,
I want chaos,
I want war.
Problems dont...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2013 10:43pm
31st May 2013 10:43pm
dancing with the details
shooting at the feet of the dancers
and no one hears the music
the handicaps that get us ahead
are the worst when you wanna relate
so you pray for hard times
but times don't come any other way
i can make myself hate
but you already love
why not take whats inside you
and paint whats above?
so you take advice clear and loud
and stick a gun in your mouth
you didn't listen, now you're dead
i don't care whats inside your head
its all over me
and it looks just like i thought it would
you mean nothing but...
and no one hears the music
the handicaps that get us ahead
are the worst when you wanna relate
so you pray for hard times
but times don't come any other way
i can make myself hate
but you already love
why not take whats inside you
and paint whats above?
so you take advice clear and loud
and stick a gun in your mouth
you didn't listen, now you're dead
i don't care whats inside your head
its all over me
and it looks just like i thought it would
you mean nothing but...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2013 10:41pm
31st May 2013 10:41pm
Falling in Real Life
Her hair was in my face, her eyes were in my eyes,
her smile on my face, but only in my mind.
I never said a word, I never wanted to.
Maybe I'd ruin it, I kinda wanted to.
She has a hangup, but i might chance it.
She hates my guts, ya think that could hurt my chances?
I never wanted anyone, but I think I might need you.
I need a lot of things, but I think I need you too.
I can tell you how it feels to love someone,
I once traded my heart for someone else's lungs,
My one true shock, was a face i forget,
the way you block things out.. when...
her smile on my face, but only in my mind.
I never said a word, I never wanted to.
Maybe I'd ruin it, I kinda wanted to.
She has a hangup, but i might chance it.
She hates my guts, ya think that could hurt my chances?
I never wanted anyone, but I think I might need you.
I need a lot of things, but I think I need you too.
I can tell you how it feels to love someone,
I once traded my heart for someone else's lungs,
My one true shock, was a face i forget,
the way you block things out.. when...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2013 6:20am
31st May 2013 6:20am
Half of what you see, none of what you read
This is nothing like what they said.
Freezing to death is nothing like I read,
it's frigid stinging frostbite, and queasy blue insides,
it's not warm like I read.
it's searing frozen knives, echoing through hollow me,
it's hopeless, timeless finality,
the cold sun moves in backwards dog years; solid comes to mind;
Fixed and broken, you and me, the sky says.
This is surgery, this operation, I scream but they don't pretend not to hear me.
The wind says shush and continues working,
assuring me like doctors,
as they pull the top...
Freezing to death is nothing like I read,
it's frigid stinging frostbite, and queasy blue insides,
it's not warm like I read.
it's searing frozen knives, echoing through hollow me,
it's hopeless, timeless finality,
the cold sun moves in backwards dog years; solid comes to mind;
Fixed and broken, you and me, the sky says.
This is surgery, this operation, I scream but they don't pretend not to hear me.
The wind says shush and continues working,
assuring me like doctors,
as they pull the top...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th May 2013 5:26am
30th May 2013 5:26am
an angry prayer
I pray the fire in my bones pours out my mouth,
and the pockets in my skin, to splash their acid,
the clouds are catching fire,
the heat of the moment,
I see the sun flicker.
I see death everywhere I look,
ignore my life and ask about my book,
judge from a distance,
with no real interest,
like you got the world's address,
I only stand out cause nothing (else) makes sense.
Going nowhere,
they have a cure but the patients don't care.
A terminal world in denial,
and only mouth to mouth brings revival.
No eyes, ...
and the pockets in my skin, to splash their acid,
the clouds are catching fire,
the heat of the moment,
I see the sun flicker.
I see death everywhere I look,
ignore my life and ask about my book,
judge from a distance,
with no real interest,
like you got the world's address,
I only stand out cause nothing (else) makes sense.
Going nowhere,
they have a cure but the patients don't care.
A terminal world in denial,
and only mouth to mouth brings revival.
No eyes, ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th May 2013 6:11am
29th May 2013 6:11am
We've only just begun to live
There is a tower,
i hiding place no man can devour
she doesn't exist here
and when i go home things become clear.
I dont cry, cause things begin to make sense
going back to the world i turn around to make sure you'll be there when i get back
my tower walks with me
my tower's so bright
and if i needed to see
my tower would burn down the night
the son rose
the sun rises
i can't hurt anymore
i know its what you want too
but when i fall from the top
the bottom is rocks
i wake up in sweats,
fall back...
i hiding place no man can devour
she doesn't exist here
and when i go home things become clear.
I dont cry, cause things begin to make sense
going back to the world i turn around to make sure you'll be there when i get back
my tower walks with me
my tower's so bright
and if i needed to see
my tower would burn down the night
the son rose
the sun rises
i can't hurt anymore
i know its what you want too
but when i fall from the top
the bottom is rocks
i wake up in sweats,
fall back...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2013 5:55am
29th May 2013 5:55am
Face value
Stare all the way to the bottom,
Seeing nothing new.
Snatching out my imperfection,
With disease all over my hands.
Obsessive,
Compulsive,
No blemish will survive while I'm alive,
Drawn, like gravity,
Itching till it bleeds,
Pain is welcome in perfection,
Dreaming in real time.
Coming to hours later,
You're a blood mess,
Think of a quick excuse,
Smile like there's something left,
This is all for you, and you don't even notice,
You cant rush perfection, I don't care if we're here all...
Seeing nothing new.
Snatching out my imperfection,
With disease all over my hands.
Obsessive,
Compulsive,
No blemish will survive while I'm alive,
Drawn, like gravity,
Itching till it bleeds,
Pain is welcome in perfection,
Dreaming in real time.
Coming to hours later,
You're a blood mess,
Think of a quick excuse,
Smile like there's something left,
This is all for you, and you don't even notice,
You cant rush perfection, I don't care if we're here all...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th May 2013 7:26am
28th May 2013 7:26am
The Typist and I
The man typing next to me is obnoxious, but it took me till just now to notice. It sounds as if every time he hits a key he's making some grand point in a verbal argument by poking me in the chest. It annoys me. My sunken eyes feel swollen
* *
My veins are tight, my skin doesn't fit, wound around a pinky with a pedicure. My soul feels like leather and my gums feel raw. The itch is pushing on the back of my eyes. I want this fire out. I'm well rested but I need a coma, local anastesia. My tongue is tied in dry knots but I speak like a poet.
* *
There's my best friend the...
* *
My veins are tight, my skin doesn't fit, wound around a pinky with a pedicure. My soul feels like leather and my gums feel raw. The itch is pushing on the back of my eyes. I want this fire out. I'm well rested but I need a coma, local anastesia. My tongue is tied in dry knots but I speak like a poet.
* *
There's my best friend the...
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