Submissions by lanooz
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a poet who likes to take real life situations and mold them into poems. I write on my surroundings, and the everyday experience.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2021 8:14pm
23rd May 2021 8:14pm
Suspended in a sunbeam
I see the Earth!" I say.
But I nod. I see the beyond,
then
my eyeshadow collapses.
When I awake I hear a voice,
ears perked-nothing in sight.
I want to speak,
but no longer can I exclaim.
"Come."
I strut into the light.
But I nod. I see the beyond,
then
my eyeshadow collapses.
When I awake I hear a voice,
ears perked-nothing in sight.
I want to speak,
but no longer can I exclaim.
"Come."
I strut into the light.
#earth
#universe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2017 6:01pm
19th Dec 2017 6:01pm
That Thing
Love poured it
smelled it designer throw
blow it my low price.
Kisses handed
no job real life no
tears only smiles
in scene smoke of weed
for the Bonnie and Clyde.
No more and it hurts to
see it all drown. Power
in the couple yet nothing
stays the same. How odd.
smelled it designer throw
blow it my low price.
Kisses handed
no job real life no
tears only smiles
in scene smoke of weed
for the Bonnie and Clyde.
No more and it hurts to
see it all drown. Power
in the couple yet nothing
stays the same. How odd.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2016 1:36pm
16th Aug 2016 1:36pm
Red
I'm psycho, a lunatic ready
for that bullshit, expressing
hollow points, chest who
wants to test this criminal
minded like a savage all
about the cabbage.
That be the way of the land
Cuz they hate to see me lavage
Making money on the regular,
a menace creeping with the
swiftness, rendezvous with the
ladies so drastic as they hate.
Put on a mask at eight. Fin.
for that bullshit, expressing
hollow points, chest who
wants to test this criminal
minded like a savage all
about the cabbage.
That be the way of the land
Cuz they hate to see me lavage
Making money on the regular,
a menace creeping with the
swiftness, rendezvous with the
ladies so drastic as they hate.
Put on a mask at eight. Fin.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 5:25am
20th Feb 2016 5:25am
Bipolar Roller Coaster
I feel so joyful walking down this thick road, look at the way the
stars align and seem to only come back to Earth to stare at me in
the face without moving one inch. I swing arms in the air hoping
that whomever is up there can see me dance at night.
How beautiful is the low lit day running one hundred miles per
hour alongside the uncontrollable laughing of rhythm and
waves? Suddenly I feel a sadness overtake my body as I
realize the oceans and the sky will never formally meet.
The unfairness of life!
I sit here in a state of...
stars align and seem to only come back to Earth to stare at me in
the face without moving one inch. I swing arms in the air hoping
that whomever is up there can see me dance at night.
How beautiful is the low lit day running one hundred miles per
hour alongside the uncontrollable laughing of rhythm and
waves? Suddenly I feel a sadness overtake my body as I
realize the oceans and the sky will never formally meet.
The unfairness of life!
I sit here in a state of...
700 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2015 4:13pm
23rd Dec 2015 4:13pm
Domestic Values
I pushed you, you pushed me
now here we go again miss.
Why do we always have to settle
on punches and ridicule instead of
communication and understanding?
I had a rough childhood so I take it
out on you, your father was abusive,
now I have to bear that awful front
of tears and temporary goodbyes.
Why did we have to say goodbye to
the good times of smiles and kisses?
How did it ever get to this point?
How can a question posed in fault ever
be solved by the same people involved?
Question upon question, no answers
only...
now here we go again miss.
Why do we always have to settle
on punches and ridicule instead of
communication and understanding?
I had a rough childhood so I take it
out on you, your father was abusive,
now I have to bear that awful front
of tears and temporary goodbyes.
Why did we have to say goodbye to
the good times of smiles and kisses?
How did it ever get to this point?
How can a question posed in fault ever
be solved by the same people involved?
Question upon question, no answers
only...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2014 6:59am
2nd Jan 2014 6:59am
Suicide Note 2
categorized as a bad boy, I'm out of control
I have no choice, I have no ambitions or boats
living life under heavy scrutiny
happiness is my enemy, drinking is my way out
What do I have to live for?
No gold rings draped around my neck
I see your face full of distaste, smile now
I'm dead! Happy times are here forevermore
Paycheck to paycheck was a privilege
I couldn't afford, so poor I lived with mi amor
The only person I'll miss even though the look
On her face is the only reason this note exists.
I have no choice, I have no ambitions or boats
living life under heavy scrutiny
happiness is my enemy, drinking is my way out
What do I have to live for?
No gold rings draped around my neck
I see your face full of distaste, smile now
I'm dead! Happy times are here forevermore
Paycheck to paycheck was a privilege
I couldn't afford, so poor I lived with mi amor
The only person I'll miss even though the look
On her face is the only reason this note exists.
1016 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2014 6:58am
2nd Jan 2014 6:58am
Suicide Note
Through the years I fought and fought
and for what, to be torn apart?
I wish I didn't care what the world thought
But I do, the reason I'm feeling blue
Look at me, no fame or money in the bank
What would you do?
Consider yourself lucky to be alive?
Vulnerabilities on display frequently
Mystery in abundance, drenched in secrecy
How can you blame me for my misfortunes?
I didn't choose to be abandoned by everyone
I chose to leave on my own terms, lucky me
and for what, to be torn apart?
I wish I didn't care what the world thought
But I do, the reason I'm feeling blue
Look at me, no fame or money in the bank
What would you do?
Consider yourself lucky to be alive?
Vulnerabilities on display frequently
Mystery in abundance, drenched in secrecy
How can you blame me for my misfortunes?
I didn't choose to be abandoned by everyone
I chose to leave on my own terms, lucky me
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