Submissions by fuckeduppoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 6:57pm
6th Dec 2012 6:57pm
give 'em a fight...
Mister happy go hungry.
King of the road
To a lovely recovery.
Under me is nothing.
Starring at the sky.
And I’m feelin like
Shes starring back at mine.
im inside her eyes
and instantly
everything prior
was ancient history.
took a witness
and painted a mystery.
hooked the fishes
and tasted a victory.
so fuckin small
its nothing at all.
completely enthralled.
gunnin runnin tall.
stay sober hang over.
anticipating days
the monsters take over.
the land of lore.
scorched and made colder.
broken...
King of the road
To a lovely recovery.
Under me is nothing.
Starring at the sky.
And I’m feelin like
Shes starring back at mine.
im inside her eyes
and instantly
everything prior
was ancient history.
took a witness
and painted a mystery.
hooked the fishes
and tasted a victory.
so fuckin small
its nothing at all.
completely enthralled.
gunnin runnin tall.
stay sober hang over.
anticipating days
the monsters take over.
the land of lore.
scorched and made colder.
broken...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2010 9:48pm
24th Jun 2010 9:48pm
freshly developed
if i couldn't hear i couldn't take my medicine
i wanna go where it goes if i could i'd wed the wind
if we keep knocking their bound to let us in
please loosen up the vice that my head is in
i had another dream the cops found me dead again
the moon holds us in place while we're floating in space
i put a note on my face i'll be back around ten
eyes in the back of my head
a ferris wheel ride through my circus of a mind
seven legged lizards eleven headed wizards
there's a gym full of kids playing dodge ball with scissors
i'm a greasy stinky word smith...
i wanna go where it goes if i could i'd wed the wind
if we keep knocking their bound to let us in
please loosen up the vice that my head is in
i had another dream the cops found me dead again
the moon holds us in place while we're floating in space
i put a note on my face i'll be back around ten
eyes in the back of my head
a ferris wheel ride through my circus of a mind
seven legged lizards eleven headed wizards
there's a gym full of kids playing dodge ball with scissors
i'm a greasy stinky word smith...
915 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2010 6:26pm
31st Jan 2010 6:26pm
invention
another blank work document
an awkward sound of rottenness
SILENCE
some say it's mighty priceless
truth? who knows
i know this honey wine might just
fall into that line with
other beautiful things like knife less
HUMANS
no offense if you have one
it just would have been better
if you didn't have to pack one
honestly i don't blame you
and if you stabbed me
i wouldn't have time to hate you
or your moment of
SILENCE
that you enjoyed while i lie
and just try to fight for my life
but the colors too vivid
their lives...
an awkward sound of rottenness
SILENCE
some say it's mighty priceless
truth? who knows
i know this honey wine might just
fall into that line with
other beautiful things like knife less
HUMANS
no offense if you have one
it just would have been better
if you didn't have to pack one
honestly i don't blame you
and if you stabbed me
i wouldn't have time to hate you
or your moment of
SILENCE
that you enjoyed while i lie
and just try to fight for my life
but the colors too vivid
their lives...
958 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Jan 2010 3:55pm
29th Jan 2010 3:55pm
map tat
i watched the tainted man sculpt the season
with his impatient hands and revolting reasons
primitive clay tools cave man made rules hard to follow
sick skin I'm in scared and hollow
the tattooed map
i can find my way back
and when I'm not around you'll know where I'm at
by memorizing my tat but thats alot to ask
and might take some time
so bring your watch learn to fly and refuse to stop
no matter what they tell you
tried to rebuild the floor before you fell through
but i was too late only placed two rafters
forgot your two faced try to save...
with his impatient hands and revolting reasons
primitive clay tools cave man made rules hard to follow
sick skin I'm in scared and hollow
the tattooed map
i can find my way back
and when I'm not around you'll know where I'm at
by memorizing my tat but thats alot to ask
and might take some time
so bring your watch learn to fly and refuse to stop
no matter what they tell you
tried to rebuild the floor before you fell through
but i was too late only placed two rafters
forgot your two faced try to save...
1014 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2010 3:45pm
29th Jan 2010 3:45pm
empty hook caster
snatch the backtracking slackers
who bashed the glass out the last gas lantern?
who passed the mask the can't laugh bastard?
black cat lap napping slash bad habits fast
or mass back stabbers laugh
attack whack magic with alligator tactics
that flags captured blast past masters
gas mask laughter...
he's in the can't hack it bracket
for bastards from bad pastures
asking subtraction
what is math if you add passion after
ration rafter
classic disaster
passive crafter
doesn't know he only hopes
he be the last in laughter
empty...
who bashed the glass out the last gas lantern?
who passed the mask the can't laugh bastard?
black cat lap napping slash bad habits fast
or mass back stabbers laugh
attack whack magic with alligator tactics
that flags captured blast past masters
gas mask laughter...
he's in the can't hack it bracket
for bastards from bad pastures
asking subtraction
what is math if you add passion after
ration rafter
classic disaster
passive crafter
doesn't know he only hopes
he be the last in laughter
empty...
896 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Jan 2010 1:57am
28th Jan 2010 1:57am
this gray lion
OK there's alot of ways to jump off a bridge and that's it
me I would choose the back flip so i did
hit the water feeling like a smashed arachnid
that lived a four year life without worrying
not sure what i would do for that but alot
four years without one worry
that would hurt my face
my teeth would see the outside of my mouth more
and i would probably stop using the cellar door
childhood is the answer...for some
too bad they never remember it
some of our best days tenderness and rough
depending on who you are i guess
and i am not a good...
me I would choose the back flip so i did
hit the water feeling like a smashed arachnid
that lived a four year life without worrying
not sure what i would do for that but alot
four years without one worry
that would hurt my face
my teeth would see the outside of my mouth more
and i would probably stop using the cellar door
childhood is the answer...for some
too bad they never remember it
some of our best days tenderness and rough
depending on who you are i guess
and i am not a good...
795 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2010 1:23am
28th Jan 2010 1:23am
bottled birds
another drop of words
from the bottle of birds
the ones that fly and can't die
the eternal bird the bird that is immune
the bird that sings every morning
the bird that is lucky enough
not to have to talk to a human
EVER
from the bottle of birds
the ones that fly and can't die
the eternal bird the bird that is immune
the bird that sings every morning
the bird that is lucky enough
not to have to talk to a human
EVER
915 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2010 4:31pm
27th Jan 2010 4:31pm
cut out my brain please...
my head needs an abortion i hope your ready for more mental extortion
only came for my portion rely on morbid sources
if i wasn't at work i'd do something mor productive
like try to find a hole in the wall to put my nuts in
i think i'll tell ya just to make the song longer
i know a kid that puts his dead mom in his bong water
hog slaughter get together spawn daughters
a steep climb your facing sweet life your chasing
sleep depravation weak education
i seeking the station to refill the patience
in debt to attention i have paid any
due for inspection...
only came for my portion rely on morbid sources
if i wasn't at work i'd do something mor productive
like try to find a hole in the wall to put my nuts in
i think i'll tell ya just to make the song longer
i know a kid that puts his dead mom in his bong water
hog slaughter get together spawn daughters
a steep climb your facing sweet life your chasing
sleep depravation weak education
i seeking the station to refill the patience
in debt to attention i have paid any
due for inspection...
1011 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2010 4:00pm
27th Jan 2010 4:00pm
america
i shit a brick when i was hit with that clip of information
here i sit with a fifth tipped and a fist for my creation
i drift into abyss and live in this nation
where we fucking kill each other and thrive on damnation
here i sit with a fifth tipped and a fist for my creation
i drift into abyss and live in this nation
where we fucking kill each other and thrive on damnation
844 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2010 7:05am
27th Jan 2010 7:05am
covered in day wear
cant find one drop of holiday spirit
got a bucket and a mop smelly and bearded
getting lost in my thoughts she someone to share my tears with
walking my hidden trail some tracks aren't mine
to keep it secret i failed
in two weeks time i'm drinking homebrewed ale
whats an alcoholic
i'm talking to my beer like its someone i write songs with
you could say i have a minor glitch
dreading the day it needs to be fixed
carving the grave with razor sharp lips
shattered the gauge and hit the wrong switch
rain on my parade just to test my wits...
got a bucket and a mop smelly and bearded
getting lost in my thoughts she someone to share my tears with
walking my hidden trail some tracks aren't mine
to keep it secret i failed
in two weeks time i'm drinking homebrewed ale
whats an alcoholic
i'm talking to my beer like its someone i write songs with
you could say i have a minor glitch
dreading the day it needs to be fixed
carving the grave with razor sharp lips
shattered the gauge and hit the wrong switch
rain on my parade just to test my wits...
738 reads
3 Comments
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