Submissions by intuitivelu13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am fueled by all things dark and twisted. Mainly the mere sight of something gives me inspiration.
Dig
Lets conversate. Take a seat. So I can have the time to pick and chip away.
Alienate and differiniate all that makes you, you.
All your hopes and dreams picked and chipped away in a pile beside you.
Alienate what makes you, you.
Would you give anything to wear the same shoes?
Now you’re naked.
Stripped of pride and dreams.
Nothing to fear. You’ve said your goodbyes.
Time to dream. So would you still wear the same shoes?
Did your illusion change?
Well I’ll dig some more.
Crawl beneath your veins.
You’re naked.
Would you still wear the same...
Alienate and differiniate all that makes you, you.
All your hopes and dreams picked and chipped away in a pile beside you.
Alienate what makes you, you.
Would you give anything to wear the same shoes?
Now you’re naked.
Stripped of pride and dreams.
Nothing to fear. You’ve said your goodbyes.
Time to dream. So would you still wear the same shoes?
Did your illusion change?
Well I’ll dig some more.
Crawl beneath your veins.
You’re naked.
Would you still wear the same...
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Ignorance
11-27-12
You call me evil cause’ I’m not like you.
You wear your necklace like you wear your neuse.
You believe in things one cannot see.
Isn’t that called make believe?
How can oneself possibly be so ignorant to accept
The fact that man can overrule the world?
For it is earth that damns us and puts us in our place.
Mother nature-she controls the sun in which we use the light to make our crops grow.
She sheds the rain when our tears are dry.
So how can you sit there and say she doesn’t feed us?
Eventually she gives way to a midnight sky. Time...
You call me evil cause’ I’m not like you.
You wear your necklace like you wear your neuse.
You believe in things one cannot see.
Isn’t that called make believe?
How can oneself possibly be so ignorant to accept
The fact that man can overrule the world?
For it is earth that damns us and puts us in our place.
Mother nature-she controls the sun in which we use the light to make our crops grow.
She sheds the rain when our tears are dry.
So how can you sit there and say she doesn’t feed us?
Eventually she gives way to a midnight sky. Time...
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