Submissions by highwaytohell (Greg)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am at a very confused place in life and I am not sure why.
DARK POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 7:23pm
28th Sep 2015 7:23pm
Bozo the clown
To children's parties he went
So that he could afford his rent
But truth be told
He was getting old
from those little Monsters!
They would happily squeal and pull at his hair
Things were not right
They never seemed fair
Truth be told
He truly was getting old
from those little Monsters!
One day he went home and decided to plot
but soon his plan was forgot
Finally he wrote it down
and began to smile with a frown
At each party he would make the birthday boys and girls disappear
The parents simply said "they must be...
So that he could afford his rent
But truth be told
He was getting old
from those little Monsters!
They would happily squeal and pull at his hair
Things were not right
They never seemed fair
Truth be told
He truly was getting old
from those little Monsters!
One day he went home and decided to plot
but soon his plan was forgot
Finally he wrote it down
and began to smile with a frown
At each party he would make the birthday boys and girls disappear
The parents simply said "they must be...
676 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 6:24pm
27th Sep 2015 6:24pm
Tribute to horror films
Psycho
Scream
Saw
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
The Ring
Nightmare on Elm Street
Final Destination
Friday the 13th
Hannibal
Jaws
To name a few
These films have decapitated, sawn off, cut down, bit into ,sliced, diced, trapped
and haunted their ways into our memories
Never forget
Beloved Jason and his hockey mask
The video in The ring
Hannibal Lector
A two note sound track from Jaws
The shower scene in Psycho
Leatherman and his chainsaw
The unexpected events in Final Destination ...
Scream
Saw
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
The Ring
Nightmare on Elm Street
Final Destination
Friday the 13th
Hannibal
Jaws
To name a few
These films have decapitated, sawn off, cut down, bit into ,sliced, diced, trapped
and haunted their ways into our memories
Never forget
Beloved Jason and his hockey mask
The video in The ring
Hannibal Lector
A two note sound track from Jaws
The shower scene in Psycho
Leatherman and his chainsaw
The unexpected events in Final Destination ...
645 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 5:51pm
27th Sep 2015 5:51pm
Natural causes
When a person dies in their 90's
It's of natural causes
We brush it off by saying "At least they lived a long and happy life"
Really about 100 years of suffering before one gets to meet one's maker
100 years of being screwed around with others
100 years of doing work that in underappreciated
100 years of dealing with stupid social habits
100 years of pleasing others
100 years of living off paycheck to paycheck
Natural causes
Nature's nature is by default a cruel bastard
The food chain that all life must adhere to is cruel...
It's of natural causes
We brush it off by saying "At least they lived a long and happy life"
Really about 100 years of suffering before one gets to meet one's maker
100 years of being screwed around with others
100 years of doing work that in underappreciated
100 years of dealing with stupid social habits
100 years of pleasing others
100 years of living off paycheck to paycheck
Natural causes
Nature's nature is by default a cruel bastard
The food chain that all life must adhere to is cruel...
609 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 9:30pm
26th Sep 2015 9:30pm
Don't forget to smile
You walk into a garage
The last thing you see
Is a base
ball
bat
From the darkness your eyes open
There's in blurry figure
Shifting in and out of focus
On your cheeks are two metal rods
Your feet in a bucket of water
With a generator
The figure flips on a switch
240 volts of surging electricity
Flowing from the wires and into your cheeks
Muscle spasms all over
Sniff...sniff
That's the smell of
Burning flesh
You try to scream but can't
You're too busy smiling
The volts are killing you...
The last thing you see
Is a base
ball
bat
From the darkness your eyes open
There's in blurry figure
Shifting in and out of focus
On your cheeks are two metal rods
Your feet in a bucket of water
With a generator
The figure flips on a switch
240 volts of surging electricity
Flowing from the wires and into your cheeks
Muscle spasms all over
Sniff...sniff
That's the smell of
Burning flesh
You try to scream but can't
You're too busy smiling
The volts are killing you...
557 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 7:49pm
26th Sep 2015 7:49pm
Hi....
Hi I'm Greg
Hi Greg
Oh by the way the voice that said hi to me is my voice
I'll call it Frik or Frikkie
Or Fluffy
Some call my home Jozi
The city of gold
My country has a mountain
They call it a table
So...poetry
This...
This...
Thing?
Basically I know as much about as about something that knows nothing about nothing
Wait...a droplet knowing nothing about water
A weird thought
Ag Frik your turn
Thanks Greg
Fuck! Why poetry?
Greg you are up
Frikkie waar is jy?
Nee,ek kyk Rugby...
Hi Greg
Oh by the way the voice that said hi to me is my voice
I'll call it Frik or Frikkie
Or Fluffy
Some call my home Jozi
The city of gold
My country has a mountain
They call it a table
So...poetry
This...
This...
Thing?
Basically I know as much about as about something that knows nothing about nothing
Wait...a droplet knowing nothing about water
A weird thought
Ag Frik your turn
Thanks Greg
Fuck! Why poetry?
Greg you are up
Frikkie waar is jy?
Nee,ek kyk Rugby...
628 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 12:52pm
26th Sep 2015 12:52pm
The art of speaking rubbish
The language of Rubbish
must be an official one
The type of language
For the type of people who can speak rubbish
Not about rubbish that is
No one cares about the latest trends of a tin can or banana peel or rotten fruit or rotten vegetables
Wait? Where was I?
Oh yes I was talking rubbish about rubbish
Haha...that's funny
Is there a point?
Maybe
No not really
The point of speaking fluent rubbish is there isn't one
It could be used for flirting....
must be an official one
The type of language
For the type of people who can speak rubbish
Not about rubbish that is
No one cares about the latest trends of a tin can or banana peel or rotten fruit or rotten vegetables
Wait? Where was I?
Oh yes I was talking rubbish about rubbish
Haha...that's funny
Is there a point?
Maybe
No not really
The point of speaking fluent rubbish is there isn't one
It could be used for flirting....
638 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 8:12am
26th Sep 2015 8:12am
Lust
Walking to a door
Twist the knob
Gently push it forward
Breathe in
Then out
Smell the victim's scent
Is it perfume?
Is is sweat?
Vanilla or mint?
Now...savour it
Keep walking let the dark take over you
Pull out a knife
Stab the victim
Feel the cold steel
Cutting down
Muscles
Arteries
Veins
Organs
Breaking bones
Leaving a pool
Of blood
Then stab a second time
Watch the blood flow
Walk out the door
Lust
Twist the knob
Gently push it forward
Breathe in
Then out
Smell the victim's scent
Is it perfume?
Is is sweat?
Vanilla or mint?
Now...savour it
Keep walking let the dark take over you
Pull out a knife
Stab the victim
Feel the cold steel
Cutting down
Muscles
Arteries
Veins
Organs
Breaking bones
Leaving a pool
Of blood
Then stab a second time
Watch the blood flow
Walk out the door
Lust
712 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2015 8:36pm
24th Sep 2015 8:36pm
It
It makes you think
It makes you shake
It makes you blink
Left
Then
Right
Your heart rate races
First at 90
You look around
Call for someone
130
It appears
It walks towards you
150
It's eyes stare at you
100
It smiles
The smile that you'll never forget
Burnt into your mind
It does not kill
It is not It's will
All It can do is torment
190
It makes you shake
It makes you blink
Left
Then
Right
Your heart rate races
First at 90
You look around
Call for someone
130
It appears
It walks towards you
150
It's eyes stare at you
100
It smiles
The smile that you'll never forget
Burnt into your mind
It does not kill
It is not It's will
All It can do is torment
190
579 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2015 8:16pm
24th Sep 2015 8:16pm
Nothing
99.9% of an atom is nothing
So I'm told
Is earth
simply nothing?
Are my words
simply nothing?
Is life
simply nothing?
Interesting thought
People in their world's
Thinking that they are actually doing something
Or saying something
When their worlds
Actually are nothing
Great
I love nothing then
So I'm told
Is earth
simply nothing?
Are my words
simply nothing?
Is life
simply nothing?
Interesting thought
People in their world's
Thinking that they are actually doing something
Or saying something
When their worlds
Actually are nothing
Great
I love nothing then
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0 Comments
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