Submissions by glut
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 8:15pm
4th Nov 2014 8:15pm
An Attic In The Summer
it took me a good few minutes to climb the old abandoned houses spiraled staircase. I wasn't sure which steps would hold my weight, but with courage I slowly made my way to the ,attic. Minding every step I attempted to put most of my weight on the railing. finally I made it to the attic. It looked like its walls used to be white, but it was kinda hard to tell from all the water damage and dust. Almost every bit of that room was covered in dust, I wouldn't have been able to tell if it wasn't for the single circular stained glass window on the opposite end of the room that illuminated in a...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Oct 2014 7:41pm
29th Oct 2014 7:41pm
How We Became What We Are Now
It had been a short summer for me. Each summer is shorter than the last it seems. Anyways, I had something to look forward to through my vacation. School. Well...kinda look forward to. Its kinda been a love hate relationship with me and school. I've never really went to learn much, its always been more of a...social experience. I dread the part about meeting my teachers...they always seem to hate me. But nevermind that. The first day of school was here! I had gotten up early that morning. Had my clothes picked out the night before. And took a shower that night and in the morning...to make the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2014 9:04pm
17th Oct 2014 9:04pm
little thoughts on religion
Hard to grasp religion
when my money starts slippin'
what my father called faith
became fiction
people in other countries have died for there traditions
are you ready to be gunned down for your opinion?
I doubt it
As soon as what your preachen makes you become a victim
You will walk away from what you were always taught to listen
when my money starts slippin'
what my father called faith
became fiction
people in other countries have died for there traditions
are you ready to be gunned down for your opinion?
I doubt it
As soon as what your preachen makes you become a victim
You will walk away from what you were always taught to listen
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2014 7:56pm
16th Oct 2014 7:56pm
i kinda dislike you a little
I despise you
Id like to
deprive you of life
you disgust me
and trust me
you must be
a fucking
worthless worm
on the earth
that squirms
in the dirt
just burn
you've earned it
im being firm and earnest
Its your turn to turn this
wheel of misfortune
You fucking living abortion
I wanna get an assortment
of scissors and swords then
Split and rip you up
youre a sickly and morbid
combination of vomit, hate and
I wanna make you a trauma patient
You're so disgusting that obamas nation
should bomb...
Id like to
deprive you of life
you disgust me
and trust me
you must be
a fucking
worthless worm
on the earth
that squirms
in the dirt
just burn
you've earned it
im being firm and earnest
Its your turn to turn this
wheel of misfortune
You fucking living abortion
I wanna get an assortment
of scissors and swords then
Split and rip you up
youre a sickly and morbid
combination of vomit, hate and
I wanna make you a trauma patient
You're so disgusting that obamas nation
should bomb...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2014 2:25am
16th Oct 2014 2:25am
No point to this, Just thoughts
Im just a dumb kid from a small town
Raised by meth-addicts and a rough crowd
Everyone I know calls me LoudMouth
I guess they already heard enough now
But fuck it right?
way to dumb to kick the bucket right?
But id kick the bucket out from under
any motherfucker saying I "should shove it" right?
Im that Skinny little white boy whose tryna be the coolest
But come on lets face the facts Im kinda being foolish
its cause im not a rich kid now isn't that some bullshit
plus all my teachers hate me so I always hated schoolin'
...
Raised by meth-addicts and a rough crowd
Everyone I know calls me LoudMouth
I guess they already heard enough now
But fuck it right?
way to dumb to kick the bucket right?
But id kick the bucket out from under
any motherfucker saying I "should shove it" right?
Im that Skinny little white boy whose tryna be the coolest
But come on lets face the facts Im kinda being foolish
its cause im not a rich kid now isn't that some bullshit
plus all my teachers hate me so I always hated schoolin'
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 11:12pm
13th Oct 2014 11:12pm
I forgot
I forgot how to care so I stare at the ceiling
I'm sealing my fate with this despair that im feeling
They're filling me with dread, scared of what's to come
Come to think about I think im feeling numb
Numb to the games that they're playing with my head
Numb to all the words that they're saying have been said
I used be his friend but I forgot how to care
and now I forgot the sweet smell of her hair
I'm sealing my fate with this despair that im feeling
They're filling me with dread, scared of what's to come
Come to think about I think im feeling numb
Numb to the games that they're playing with my head
Numb to all the words that they're saying have been said
I used be his friend but I forgot how to care
and now I forgot the sweet smell of her hair
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SONG LYRICS
Published
13th Oct 2014 8:59pm
13th Oct 2014 8:59pm
Abit about me
Came from a broken home
and they say home is where the heart is
guess thats why i'm broken hearted
started from the bottom now im here...the garbage
Doesn't have any ambitions
always making bad decisions
always talking never listens
always this is always that
always spittin' all these raps
trying to impress the class
he's always gonna show his ass
and there ask-ing
what the past brings
why all the scars
and why the slack-ing
guess i'm lack-ing
so common sense
cracking on my dads tolerance
so he try to make me talk...
and they say home is where the heart is
guess thats why i'm broken hearted
started from the bottom now im here...the garbage
Doesn't have any ambitions
always making bad decisions
always talking never listens
always this is always that
always spittin' all these raps
trying to impress the class
he's always gonna show his ass
and there ask-ing
what the past brings
why all the scars
and why the slack-ing
guess i'm lack-ing
so common sense
cracking on my dads tolerance
so he try to make me talk...
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