Submissions by its_not_that_bad
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2012 9:41am
14th Aug 2012 9:41am
Marquette Street
Often, I think back to times much simpler than this
When I was carefree, with a smile on my lips
My friends were by my side,
Letting out laughs we all couldn’t hide, when we’d
Pass around the bottle
With an excess of “remember that time”
Now those days have somehow passed us by
We’re all getting older, and leading separate lives
Most of them are starting families, having babies,
going to war, leaving the state,
gettin' married and havin wives...
When I was carefree, with a smile on my lips
My friends were by my side,
Letting out laughs we all couldn’t hide, when we’d
Pass around the bottle
With an excess of “remember that time”
Now those days have somehow passed us by
We’re all getting older, and leading separate lives
Most of them are starting families, having babies,
going to war, leaving the state,
gettin' married and havin wives...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2012 9:30am
14th Aug 2012 9:30am
With a Bitter Tongue
it'll get better in time is what they all say
but what they dont know is ive had nothing but time
22 years ive been living day by day
waiting for that some day day, that some sunny day
as if I'm foolish enough to believe
that there is a Messiah coming my way
I just wanna feel some sunshine
just to feel like it's my time
to flourish when is it my time
I have no hope left and with every inch of my charred breath
all I wanna do is have my soul reborn and nourished
Cherished, but I'm washed up and buried
ALONE
in a dark light ...
but what they dont know is ive had nothing but time
22 years ive been living day by day
waiting for that some day day, that some sunny day
as if I'm foolish enough to believe
that there is a Messiah coming my way
I just wanna feel some sunshine
just to feel like it's my time
to flourish when is it my time
I have no hope left and with every inch of my charred breath
all I wanna do is have my soul reborn and nourished
Cherished, but I'm washed up and buried
ALONE
in a dark light ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 11:47am
10th Aug 2012 11:47am
The Number 13
I am being stalked.
not by a man,
not by any person
but by a number
To be specific,
the number is 13.
It shows up everywhere,
I have yet to figure out
what it all means,
if anything.
It shows up in the weirdest places,
from carvings on piers, concert tickets,
restaurant slips,
gas pump prices, tattoos,
flight tickets on my trips,
Airplane arrangements,
Stock cars, t-shirts
radios, hospital rooms,
prices, apartment numbers,
banners on internet clickers,
signs for billboards on the highway.
even times on...
not by a man,
not by any person
but by a number
To be specific,
the number is 13.
It shows up everywhere,
I have yet to figure out
what it all means,
if anything.
It shows up in the weirdest places,
from carvings on piers, concert tickets,
restaurant slips,
gas pump prices, tattoos,
flight tickets on my trips,
Airplane arrangements,
Stock cars, t-shirts
radios, hospital rooms,
prices, apartment numbers,
banners on internet clickers,
signs for billboards on the highway.
even times on...
2605 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 11:08am
10th Aug 2012 11:08am
Vicodin and the Unemployed Summer
Oh Vicodin,
that sweet opiate smile
Indeed,
it has been a while.
I don't like my hair today.
I just want to lay in bed all day.
Watch the rain falling from my window.
Eat Cheez-Its and watch the sun come up
I should get up
Clean my apartment
make some coffee
What's the point?
I don't know.
after all it will just get messy again.
dirty dishes, and trash laid out all sloppy.
I'm the only one that lives here.
A one bedroom, quaint, hole in the wall.
my sweet box of freedom.
which is ironic, because I feel trapped.
Wait, ...
that sweet opiate smile
Indeed,
it has been a while.
I don't like my hair today.
I just want to lay in bed all day.
Watch the rain falling from my window.
Eat Cheez-Its and watch the sun come up
I should get up
Clean my apartment
make some coffee
What's the point?
I don't know.
after all it will just get messy again.
dirty dishes, and trash laid out all sloppy.
I'm the only one that lives here.
A one bedroom, quaint, hole in the wall.
my sweet box of freedom.
which is ironic, because I feel trapped.
Wait, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 3:47pm
6th Aug 2012 3:47pm
Predator Vs. Prey
Here's that feeling once again
That isolation deep within my chest again
That pinprick tickled pink
that rusty needle making me wish I had a drink
or ten
leaving me with the taste of dead leaves and blood in my mouth
You've gotta be kidding me, I can't handle this right now
thought it took a vacation but its back again and I feel vacated and that feeling is heading south
through my body make me want it
like a swelled purple popped balloon at a childs birthday party, innocently, I feel like
I'm back at the start see, because I'm becoming deflated...
That isolation deep within my chest again
That pinprick tickled pink
that rusty needle making me wish I had a drink
or ten
leaving me with the taste of dead leaves and blood in my mouth
You've gotta be kidding me, I can't handle this right now
thought it took a vacation but its back again and I feel vacated and that feeling is heading south
through my body make me want it
like a swelled purple popped balloon at a childs birthday party, innocently, I feel like
I'm back at the start see, because I'm becoming deflated...
683 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 9:10am
3rd Apr 2012 9:10am
The Addicts Chronic Insomnia
I've got 22 years of experience,
old for some, young for most.
depending on how you look at it.
I'm still a well qualified representative - formerly obsessed with it - That gentle kiss that never comes during the night, a true poet's delight and an addict's cross to bear: Insomnia.
It's dissolved now to a mild problem, but still a curse none the less, highlighted by daily struggles and perpetual mental stress.
Yes - my gilded curse which was bestowed upon me way back when- I wear it in my skin, and I fucking pray it doesn't get passed to my future...
old for some, young for most.
depending on how you look at it.
I'm still a well qualified representative - formerly obsessed with it - That gentle kiss that never comes during the night, a true poet's delight and an addict's cross to bear: Insomnia.
It's dissolved now to a mild problem, but still a curse none the less, highlighted by daily struggles and perpetual mental stress.
Yes - my gilded curse which was bestowed upon me way back when- I wear it in my skin, and I fucking pray it doesn't get passed to my future...
858 reads
5 Comments
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