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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2016 6:23pm
5th Jan 2016 6:23pm
The perfect philosophy
Many philosophies have been developed
thought about
thought about in more thought
questioned
proven wrong
and then another philosophy turns up
What if there was a perfect philosophy?
one that is understandable
likeable
attractive
enjoys long walks on the beach
and loves world peace
It is summed up in three words
Do Something Pointless
How?
See that computer there
in the dark corner
calling you
now turn the power button on
and discover the internet
Find a large lake
a few flat stones...
thought about
thought about in more thought
questioned
proven wrong
and then another philosophy turns up
What if there was a perfect philosophy?
one that is understandable
likeable
attractive
enjoys long walks on the beach
and loves world peace
It is summed up in three words
Do Something Pointless
How?
See that computer there
in the dark corner
calling you
now turn the power button on
and discover the internet
Find a large lake
a few flat stones...
515 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 5:00pm
2nd Jan 2016 5:00pm
Writing is the root of madness
If the root of evil
comes from money
then the root of madness
surely comes from writing
Edgar Allen Poe
the world's greatest horror poet
was an alcoholic
never had a lot money
his whole imagination was about
death, horror and gore
We praise him for that
Douglas Addams
the maddest science fiction writer
42 was the answer to everything
towels were a must have
in the big scary galaxy
and to top it off...a depressed robot
along with mice the most intelligent life on earth
Stieg Larsson
possibly the greatest...
comes from money
then the root of madness
surely comes from writing
Edgar Allen Poe
the world's greatest horror poet
was an alcoholic
never had a lot money
his whole imagination was about
death, horror and gore
We praise him for that
Douglas Addams
the maddest science fiction writer
42 was the answer to everything
towels were a must have
in the big scary galaxy
and to top it off...a depressed robot
along with mice the most intelligent life on earth
Stieg Larsson
possibly the greatest...
#LifeAsAWriter
600 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2016 6:02pm
1st Jan 2016 6:02pm
Films and television
25 frames per second
that is my heart rate
pumping frame after frame
through my veins
My eyes are my cameras
it sees things differently
and seeing different things
whether it is from
panning,
tracking,
craning,
tilting,
aperture,
and focus
they see things that
others thought were impossible
My language is film
from yelling action to cut
from telling the actor that they are shiny
to asking about the steadycam rig
It seems strange to others
but for me it is ...
that is my heart rate
pumping frame after frame
through my veins
My eyes are my cameras
it sees things differently
and seeing different things
whether it is from
panning,
tracking,
craning,
tilting,
aperture,
and focus
they see things that
others thought were impossible
My language is film
from yelling action to cut
from telling the actor that they are shiny
to asking about the steadycam rig
It seems strange to others
but for me it is ...
488 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 1:28pm
31st Dec 2015 1:28pm
Women
The biggest mystery to man
is a woman
People we're wired differently
Wrong!
that is assuming too much
think of men as having gears
tough on the inside
rough on the outside
walking with pride
wired tight women
a complicated mess
to our gear orientated guy
blue or red
one shuts her down
one blows her up
blue or red!!!
Makes perfect sense,
to another wiry woman
to gear head it only makes the pressure more intense
quick where are the hammers
just one spanner?
to work at her heart
is...
is a woman
People we're wired differently
Wrong!
that is assuming too much
think of men as having gears
tough on the inside
rough on the outside
walking with pride
wired tight women
a complicated mess
to our gear orientated guy
blue or red
one shuts her down
one blows her up
blue or red!!!
Makes perfect sense,
to another wiry woman
to gear head it only makes the pressure more intense
quick where are the hammers
just one spanner?
to work at her heart
is...
608 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 00:18am
31st Dec 2015 00:18am
Evolution
Lets pick a light topic
evolution
The Christians evil e
not as evil
but a close second
as we can see
If God created an earth in 7 days
surely it was made
to survive
if not thrive
assuming that he made nature chaotic
this chaos would ensure a need
to survive or thrive
Unto us came the storm
that is evolution
denying dinosaurs
cursing carbon dating
which reveals an age older
well older
than earth's 7000 candles on its birthday cake
Along came a spider
a spider with a large beard
a manly...
evolution
The Christians evil e
not as evil
but a close second
as we can see
If God created an earth in 7 days
surely it was made
to survive
if not thrive
assuming that he made nature chaotic
this chaos would ensure a need
to survive or thrive
Unto us came the storm
that is evolution
denying dinosaurs
cursing carbon dating
which reveals an age older
well older
than earth's 7000 candles on its birthday cake
Along came a spider
a spider with a large beard
a manly...
586 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2015 11:22am
30th Dec 2015 11:22am
The girl that hums
The night draws nearer
as she draws nearer to home
Her utopia from darkness
"always humming; always humming" says the butcher
"but what for?"
"We always see her come daybreak" says a cleaner
"does she have a name?" asked John
"oh no little master" explains the butcher
"we just know her as the girl who hums" answered the butcher
He relentlessly searches for her daily
he only ever finds corpses
all skinned
without their hides
John always missed her by a few minutes
she leaves a track but never a trail ...
as she draws nearer to home
Her utopia from darkness
"always humming; always humming" says the butcher
"but what for?"
"We always see her come daybreak" says a cleaner
"does she have a name?" asked John
"oh no little master" explains the butcher
"we just know her as the girl who hums" answered the butcher
He relentlessly searches for her daily
he only ever finds corpses
all skinned
without their hides
John always missed her by a few minutes
she leaves a track but never a trail ...
618 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2015 6:16pm
29th Dec 2015 6:16pm
The amount of shit I write
To say that I write
lovely, wonderful and awe inspiring poems
is lies!
lies, lies and more lies
what I write is shit
I write shit in spadesful
to give you something tangible
picture all the farms on earth
if the shit I write became real stinking shit
it would fertilize farms
to the end of mankind's days
If talking shit became academic
that day will come
I would have a doctorate in talking shit
I'd be named the discoverer or the inventor
of speaking shit
No imposter claiming to talk shit
could talk the shit...
lovely, wonderful and awe inspiring poems
is lies!
lies, lies and more lies
what I write is shit
I write shit in spadesful
to give you something tangible
picture all the farms on earth
if the shit I write became real stinking shit
it would fertilize farms
to the end of mankind's days
If talking shit became academic
that day will come
I would have a doctorate in talking shit
I'd be named the discoverer or the inventor
of speaking shit
No imposter claiming to talk shit
could talk the shit...
637 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2015 4:22pm
28th Dec 2015 4:22pm
Words
Words
both love and hate can define you
along with
confusion
complication
cleverness
and ignorance
You have so much power
yet none at all
you call to action
yet nevermore
You are profound
yet simple
you create images
and no images all at once
The only question that should matter
is whether to use you?
manipulate or abuse
for better or worse
that is our curse
Unless it is never to be used
to be forbidden,
locked away,
kept secret,
hidden,
and made into legend
another...
both love and hate can define you
along with
confusion
complication
cleverness
and ignorance
You have so much power
yet none at all
you call to action
yet nevermore
You are profound
yet simple
you create images
and no images all at once
The only question that should matter
is whether to use you?
manipulate or abuse
for better or worse
that is our curse
Unless it is never to be used
to be forbidden,
locked away,
kept secret,
hidden,
and made into legend
another...
566 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Dec 2015 10:43pm
27th Dec 2015 10:43pm
Look daddy
Along she grabbed me through park
through a tunnel so very dark
all the way into a graveyard
which made my head bombard
the tombstones all had names and a date
when the person has truly me their fate
these dates are for a time to come
the time for more fun
Penny aged 5
very much alive
dragged me here
to meet my fear?
or are these tombstones fake that I am seeing?
surely it can't happen to a human being?
she drags me along to show my own tombstone
where all I can muster is a a groaaan
Penny is 5 years old
5...
through a tunnel so very dark
all the way into a graveyard
which made my head bombard
the tombstones all had names and a date
when the person has truly me their fate
these dates are for a time to come
the time for more fun
Penny aged 5
very much alive
dragged me here
to meet my fear?
or are these tombstones fake that I am seeing?
surely it can't happen to a human being?
she drags me along to show my own tombstone
where all I can muster is a a groaaan
Penny is 5 years old
5...
509 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2015 4:35am
27th Dec 2015 4:35am
How the hell
Excuse the hidden bitterness
trying to spite down
on talented poets
which have worked hard
There is just a simple question that
needs answering
how the hell?
do some people get more views
Again excuse my hidden bitterness
just
How?!?
Is it the topics?
the classics such as
IT
Bozo the clown
Santa is a junkie
My dear sausage
I mean being beaten
by a 19 year old
a kick to the balls much
what's worse
I follow her
Aw fuck!
maybe I should
just quit now
find a shallow grave...
trying to spite down
on talented poets
which have worked hard
There is just a simple question that
needs answering
how the hell?
do some people get more views
Again excuse my hidden bitterness
just
How?!?
Is it the topics?
the classics such as
IT
Bozo the clown
Santa is a junkie
My dear sausage
I mean being beaten
by a 19 year old
a kick to the balls much
what's worse
I follow her
Aw fuck!
maybe I should
just quit now
find a shallow grave...
548 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 1:08pm
26th Dec 2015 1:08pm
Sam
stupid bitch
who does she think she is
Oh shit!...Sam?"
bang!
your first dress was red,
one strap,
C cup breasts,
Red hair and
Ice cold blue eyes
you sure gave me a great night
I had to kill your ex for it
pity he did not know that he too had an x
only it was through my scope
I blew his brains out
you fucked my brains out
memories
sweet memories
shame you blew it
always spying on me
being too protective around other girls ...
who does she think she is
Oh shit!...Sam?"
bang!
your first dress was red,
one strap,
C cup breasts,
Red hair and
Ice cold blue eyes
you sure gave me a great night
I had to kill your ex for it
pity he did not know that he too had an x
only it was through my scope
I blew his brains out
you fucked my brains out
memories
sweet memories
shame you blew it
always spying on me
being too protective around other girls ...
699 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 12:35pm
26th Dec 2015 12:35pm
Upside down world
think about our morals
our ideas
what we value
now flip it upside down
think of it as opposite day
as a child
an eternal opposite day
opposite week
opposite month
opposite year
opposite age
instead of yes being no
no being yes
stand being sit
what happens when our morals are reversed
making the wrong right
the absurd logic
wicked prospering
righteous failing
makes sense?
perhaps the horror of nature
the world
ourselves
is truly beautiful
our only obstacle truly being
is...
our ideas
what we value
now flip it upside down
think of it as opposite day
as a child
an eternal opposite day
opposite week
opposite month
opposite year
opposite age
instead of yes being no
no being yes
stand being sit
what happens when our morals are reversed
making the wrong right
the absurd logic
wicked prospering
righteous failing
makes sense?
perhaps the horror of nature
the world
ourselves
is truly beautiful
our only obstacle truly being
is...
615 reads
3 Comments
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