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.
SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2016 1:49pm
15th May 2016 1:49pm
Some days
Words will be nothing
read this like nothing
no interpretation
no hidden metaphors
pointless words
some days
It finds me trembling
in my mouth and blast my brains away
some days
test driving a new 911,
and crashing it into a wall at 220km/h
making me a bloodied mess
some days
abandon the metric system,
use inches and feet to become lost in translation
some days
I would rather walk into college,
with a fistful of grenades and blow shit up
Truth is
existence mocks me ...
read this like nothing
no interpretation
no hidden metaphors
pointless words
some days
It finds me trembling
in my mouth and blast my brains away
some days
test driving a new 911,
and crashing it into a wall at 220km/h
making me a bloodied mess
some days
abandon the metric system,
use inches and feet to become lost in translation
some days
I would rather walk into college,
with a fistful of grenades and blow shit up
Truth is
existence mocks me ...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2016 7:38pm
6th May 2016 7:38pm
The descent into madness
Doing pointless things
exhibit A-writing
Why?
not sure
just cause
perhaps the repetitive taps
add to a routine relaxation
an irony within itself
as repetitiveness becomes relentless
Exhibit B-creating counter arguments
a desperate attempt playing devils advocate
arguing over stupid little thing
making them seem like the end of humanity
all for what...
worse then that
is arguing for the other side
nullifying my own argument
Exhibit C-fiddling
no matter what something must always be done ...
exhibit A-writing
Why?
not sure
just cause
perhaps the repetitive taps
add to a routine relaxation
an irony within itself
as repetitiveness becomes relentless
Exhibit B-creating counter arguments
a desperate attempt playing devils advocate
arguing over stupid little thing
making them seem like the end of humanity
all for what...
worse then that
is arguing for the other side
nullifying my own argument
Exhibit C-fiddling
no matter what something must always be done ...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#myself
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2016 8:17pm
4th May 2016 8:17pm
blood bath
Naked in the tub
gently scrubbing away all the dirt
"such a lovely evening" she thought
the scented candles
in the necks of beheaded bodies,
a scent strong enough to please
but not strong enough to overwhelm her friends
each hanging on a wall,
such lovely canvases each portraying
their artwork of scars and bruises
around her tub
reaching for soap made of fat
a fat that had no use in her world
a fat wasted by others merely adding more fat
a fat that would finally ooze out its purpose
over all her curves to keep...
gently scrubbing away all the dirt
"such a lovely evening" she thought
the scented candles
in the necks of beheaded bodies,
a scent strong enough to please
but not strong enough to overwhelm her friends
each hanging on a wall,
such lovely canvases each portraying
their artwork of scars and bruises
around her tub
reaching for soap made of fat
a fat that had no use in her world
a fat wasted by others merely adding more fat
a fat that would finally ooze out its purpose
over all her curves to keep...
603 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2016 6:25pm
3rd May 2016 6:25pm
Questions lead to more questions
Why?
When?
How?
Explain?
Why all the questions?
never ending questions
to never ending answers
if any at all
why bother with these questions
When will it be enough?
when will then answers finally answer
when will these questions stop?
the past, the present and the future
will fail satisfy your search
When will the right truth be found?
How does the mind sleep?
knowing all of the unknown
constantly conjuring up solutions
yet doubling up the debates
How does one live on knowing that one can never know...
When?
How?
Explain?
Why all the questions?
never ending questions
to never ending answers
if any at all
why bother with these questions
When will it be enough?
when will then answers finally answer
when will these questions stop?
the past, the present and the future
will fail satisfy your search
When will the right truth be found?
How does the mind sleep?
knowing all of the unknown
constantly conjuring up solutions
yet doubling up the debates
How does one live on knowing that one can never know...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 9:00pm
2nd May 2016 9:00pm
A sad soul
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
Born
"...no its not right"
forced
"...no its not right"
Unwelcome from day 1
ironic how happy his birthday is
10 000 days ago his daily problem persists
"All hope is lost" he writes to himself
"All hope is lost" he writes to himself
"All hope is lost" he writes to himself
"All hope is...
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
"All hope is lost" he says to himself
Born
"...no its not right"
forced
"...no its not right"
Unwelcome from day 1
ironic how happy his birthday is
10 000 days ago his daily problem persists
"All hope is lost" he writes to himself
"All hope is lost" he writes to himself
"All hope is lost" he writes to himself
"All hope is...
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 4:55pm
2nd May 2016 4:55pm
If objects had necks
If objects
not fancy objects
ordinary run of the mill on Monday objects
had necks
the necks needed to keep them alive
Well...
they won't survive
the wifi router
for example
simply decides not to work
CHOKE
the laptop
chooses to do as it pleases
CHOKE
the kettle
refusing to boil the water properly
CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE
the bag
that will not properly close its zip
CHO-
WAAAAIT!
consider this
consider this consideration
please consider this complicated complex consideration concerning...
not fancy objects
ordinary run of the mill on Monday objects
had necks
the necks needed to keep them alive
Well...
they won't survive
the wifi router
for example
simply decides not to work
CHOKE
the laptop
chooses to do as it pleases
CHOKE
the kettle
refusing to boil the water properly
CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE
the bag
that will not properly close its zip
CHO-
WAAAAIT!
consider this
consider this consideration
please consider this complicated complex consideration concerning...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 8:58am
2nd May 2016 8:58am
1 am
surrounded by darkness
with the melody of traffic
passing by
what a time
a time that definitely is tomorrow
yet feels like today
or yesterday?
or no time at all
regardless
it moves slowly
the eyes become heavy
accompanied by a tired mind
yet insomnia remains
thinking deep meaningful thoughts
lacking a conclusion
handicapping deception
hopefully this makes sense
at 1am
with the melody of traffic
passing by
what a time
a time that definitely is tomorrow
yet feels like today
or yesterday?
or no time at all
regardless
it moves slowly
the eyes become heavy
accompanied by a tired mind
yet insomnia remains
thinking deep meaningful thoughts
lacking a conclusion
handicapping deception
hopefully this makes sense
at 1am
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DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2016 11:21am
1st May 2016 11:21am
the mind a toy
to find it ripe
and young
and gullible
willing to believe every word
breaking down the difference
between right and wrong
good and evil
sanity and insanity
making the absurd normal
the weird desirable
the ugly beautiful
forcing it to chant
"my teachings are wise
my thoughts normal
my questions all wrong
I am becoming a better person"
soon it will be mine
all dandy and fine
years of work
of moulding it to perfection
ready for the world
a mind played with
such a lovely toy...
and young
and gullible
willing to believe every word
breaking down the difference
between right and wrong
good and evil
sanity and insanity
making the absurd normal
the weird desirable
the ugly beautiful
forcing it to chant
"my teachings are wise
my thoughts normal
my questions all wrong
I am becoming a better person"
soon it will be mine
all dandy and fine
years of work
of moulding it to perfection
ready for the world
a mind played with
such a lovely toy...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st May 2016 10:17am
1st May 2016 10:17am
what a girl wears
all walks of life
every shape, size, age, colour, hair colour and eye colour
all are important
in the game of seduction
every item a piece
a piece
a pawn
to monopolize her men
in order to win
in order to pass begin
her variety unparalleled
infinite choices
infinite routes to take
the untold riddle hinting her true character
from the neck down
ass and tits
along with eyes and sex
are all the desires of her tasty flesh
old or fresh
how those desires are sealed up ...
every shape, size, age, colour, hair colour and eye colour
all are important
in the game of seduction
every item a piece
a piece
a pawn
to monopolize her men
in order to win
in order to pass begin
her variety unparalleled
infinite choices
infinite routes to take
the untold riddle hinting her true character
from the neck down
ass and tits
along with eyes and sex
are all the desires of her tasty flesh
old or fresh
how those desires are sealed up ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 6:20pm
22nd Feb 2016 6:20pm
Losing it
watching an ever changing world
with a non changing personality
watching cartoons
while others outgrow
and move with the crowd
hey,
just go with the flow
wearing crazy shirts
with crazy characters
while they are wearing suits
blank, empty and meaningless suits
creating absurd quotes from Mr Addams
while people quote from fucking Oprah
here is a question
am I losing it?
are others losing it?
are they losing?
Being in an older body
with a younger mind
makes me fucking...
with a non changing personality
watching cartoons
while others outgrow
and move with the crowd
hey,
just go with the flow
wearing crazy shirts
with crazy characters
while they are wearing suits
blank, empty and meaningless suits
creating absurd quotes from Mr Addams
while people quote from fucking Oprah
here is a question
am I losing it?
are others losing it?
are they losing?
Being in an older body
with a younger mind
makes me fucking...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 2:44pm
20th Feb 2016 2:44pm
Roofs
quite possibly the most boring thing to look at
the roof in all of its glory
working tirelessly to keep out the rain
and hold up the geyser for hot showers
Ah, fuck!
I meant to say ceilings
roofs are on the out side
idiot
well the fucking poem is called roofs
even though they are outside
keeping us warm in the night
So,
roofs,
interesting roofs,
very very interesting roofs,
Yes!
roofs
very very interesting roofs
that have a unique job
more unique
than any other appliance
their job is...
the roof in all of its glory
working tirelessly to keep out the rain
and hold up the geyser for hot showers
Ah, fuck!
I meant to say ceilings
roofs are on the out side
idiot
well the fucking poem is called roofs
even though they are outside
keeping us warm in the night
So,
roofs,
interesting roofs,
very very interesting roofs,
Yes!
roofs
very very interesting roofs
that have a unique job
more unique
than any other appliance
their job is...
471 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Feb 2016 7:35pm
14th Feb 2016 7:35pm
watching the murder
he had no mask
only black eyes,
a cleanly shaven face,
with jet black hair
looking through the crack in the closet
the man toying with her
cutting slowly across her throat with a blade
not enough to kill
but enough to make her scream
pulling out a hammer
saying "this is how you'll meet your maker"
raising it in his right hand
ready to strike
yet in his left hand
held he a butchers knife
dropping the hammer
stabbing into her neck
it was not a quick stab
he made the blade enter in slowly...
only black eyes,
a cleanly shaven face,
with jet black hair
looking through the crack in the closet
the man toying with her
cutting slowly across her throat with a blade
not enough to kill
but enough to make her scream
pulling out a hammer
saying "this is how you'll meet your maker"
raising it in his right hand
ready to strike
yet in his left hand
held he a butchers knife
dropping the hammer
stabbing into her neck
it was not a quick stab
he made the blade enter in slowly...
608 reads
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