Submissions by lewis_hc (Lewis Brooks)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
'life at a distance is comedy, in close up a tragedy' (Charlie Chaplin)
SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 2:52pm
29th Sep 2013 2:52pm
y not
people think I think too
much, but I'm just
trying to think
and
the sky and the
ceiling are always going to be tough, even
on a sunday and when you're on
an up,
but I've got to choose
one of them, and life is
always going to be
X
and that can kill you or
kiss you, I'll take
both, but
not necessarily in that
order, can I
get back
to
you,
because the ups are tough too,
thinking goes to your
head so much
anyway how are you, I
hope you're very
good on your way to
the rest
of...
much, but I'm just
trying to think
and
the sky and the
ceiling are always going to be tough, even
on a sunday and when you're on
an up,
but I've got to choose
one of them, and life is
always going to be
X
and that can kill you or
kiss you, I'll take
both, but
not necessarily in that
order, can I
get back
to
you,
because the ups are tough too,
thinking goes to your
head so much
anyway how are you, I
hope you're very
good on your way to
the rest
of...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 2:44pm
29th Sep 2013 2:44pm
no time for
here they come again, the living
dead, jealous of the living, they can only
serve death,
the devil sends them
but us, we
laugh at them, then get them out of our heads
we fill up with life,
there's no time for death.
dead, jealous of the living, they can only
serve death,
the devil sends them
but us, we
laugh at them, then get them out of our heads
we fill up with life,
there's no time for death.
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Sep 2013 4:31pm
28th Sep 2013 4:31pm
a show
the trouble with liking
a bit of trouble
is that it gets you
into a lot more trouble
as the planet
keeps us all a bit dizzy
and even the sunlight
can bring a darkness with it,
as I smoke
one of those crazy twigs
on sunday here on the
grass in a crowd of electricity
and terror and dogs and
waves of
dying and living and
winning and
not
winning, she might be alive
and she might phone.
a bit of trouble
is that it gets you
into a lot more trouble
as the planet
keeps us all a bit dizzy
and even the sunlight
can bring a darkness with it,
as I smoke
one of those crazy twigs
on sunday here on the
grass in a crowd of electricity
and terror and dogs and
waves of
dying and living and
winning and
not
winning, she might be alive
and she might phone.
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Sep 2013 4:23pm
28th Sep 2013 4:23pm
blocking some blows
here
where we hang onto and from
while here
the dead neighbours
sit under the sun
I think about
drinking,
inside, alone
but I go and walk around, out
in the town, hoping to be
stopped by a crazy
cock-mad blonde
as cans of people
fuck up the roads.
where we hang onto and from
while here
the dead neighbours
sit under the sun
I think about
drinking,
inside, alone
but I go and walk around, out
in the town, hoping to be
stopped by a crazy
cock-mad blonde
as cans of people
fuck up the roads.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 11:14pm
15th Sep 2013 11:14pm
them
in a world where there's
never
been a short-
fall in walking corpses,
you have to never forget
to fuck them up
by laughing at their attempts at soul-pollution
the living are stronger than
them
of course, so it's not usually too
hard
to do
here the rain so beautiful,
go to see Jim and Debbie and they're good,
and their kids
excited
about everything as
usual
talking too fast,
tumbling out of them
sanity, or something, why name
it if it's cool
a beer later
on
science is...
never
been a short-
fall in walking corpses,
you have to never forget
to fuck them up
by laughing at their attempts at soul-pollution
the living are stronger than
them
of course, so it's not usually too
hard
to do
here the rain so beautiful,
go to see Jim and Debbie and they're good,
and their kids
excited
about everything as
usual
talking too fast,
tumbling out of them
sanity, or something, why name
it if it's cool
a beer later
on
science is...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 11:02pm
15th Sep 2013 11:02pm
gush
feeling good, music keeps on
speaking to me, I
enjoy that when
I'm well
the autumn leaves they kissed me too,
walked
by the river, there the
early september
sun
falling
pour
ing into
swimming along.
speaking to me, I
enjoy that when
I'm well
the autumn leaves they kissed me too,
walked
by the river, there the
early september
sun
falling
pour
ing into
swimming along.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2013 4:03pm
26th Aug 2013 4:03pm
yes/
sunday morning, shit
tea in bags,
the
gods in their wisdom created each
of
us
and, well, they bothered,
yep
headworldspacehumanity
is
I don't seem to, it's
yeah.
tea in bags,
the
gods in their wisdom created each
of
us
and, well, they bothered,
yep
headworldspacehumanity
is
I don't seem to, it's
yeah.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2013 3:58pm
26th Aug 2013 3:58pm
what slash not
rain, must
be saturday, I must be living
it
punk
classics loud, 'I'm stranded on my
own', and I
suppose I am, hard to say,
or to
face it, is that it?
alcohol creeping, walk around out,
go round and entertain Carole's
kids, I'm sillier
than them, and I like that also,
it's nice to be of
use
rain, don't know
why people fuck up,
but we do,
and then the
sky and stuff
yeah, saturday
yeah, oh
no or yes or
all of me is this, or
it's not
but
I guess it's...
be saturday, I must be living
it
punk
classics loud, 'I'm stranded on my
own', and I
suppose I am, hard to say,
or to
face it, is that it?
alcohol creeping, walk around out,
go round and entertain Carole's
kids, I'm sillier
than them, and I like that also,
it's nice to be of
use
rain, don't know
why people fuck up,
but we do,
and then the
sky and stuff
yeah, saturday
yeah, oh
no or yes or
all of me is this, or
it's not
but
I guess it's...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2013 5:13pm
25th Aug 2013 5:13pm
2 the rain
the rain makes
me think of drinking,
same as the
sun does,
grey
skies just make me
want to give up,
while dreamers are done
for of course, but who the
hell
wants to give
dreaming
up
dreaming is such a giving
drug, and the rain is
so excitingly pretty, and I'm
trying to hang on
to,
I'm trying to move on to,
perhaps it's get back.
me think of drinking,
same as the
sun does,
grey
skies just make me
want to give up,
while dreamers are done
for of course, but who the
hell
wants to give
dreaming
up
dreaming is such a giving
drug, and the rain is
so excitingly pretty, and I'm
trying to hang on
to,
I'm trying to move on to,
perhaps it's get back.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2013 5:03pm
25th Aug 2013 5:03pm
..like you
I always think kids are cool, and
some adults are interesting too,
as for experiencing some
others of
the latter
category,
death can appeal a little bit more to me than
it might otherwise do
sat in my garden for a
little bit, it was nice until
there was -
well, I thought, soon after that, even
death I suppose will
include you
sometimes one just
can't win
you hated me at first sight, I
don't hate you though,
I'm just tired, so
tired, tired of -
you are your piss-weak bitterness,
I...
some adults are interesting too,
as for experiencing some
others of
the latter
category,
death can appeal a little bit more to me than
it might otherwise do
sat in my garden for a
little bit, it was nice until
there was -
well, I thought, soon after that, even
death I suppose will
include you
sometimes one just
can't win
you hated me at first sight, I
don't hate you though,
I'm just tired, so
tired, tired of -
you are your piss-weak bitterness,
I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 11:34pm
25th Jul 2013 11:34pm
trying to not drink, again
it's July, it's
too hot to think, so
here's a poem, I find that life
is a feeling anyway,
and robots are
weird, man,
don't you think?
sorry, thinking again,
must get
back to the other thing,
thinking just doesn't make sense
sat on my grass, weak
end, things to
not
do
only seen one
wasp, a strange guy
walks strangely past, stares, same
as yesterday,
hope you like this,
writing
it is doing my back
in
2 pissed-off guys
keep shouting
about something awful
this garden...
too hot to think, so
here's a poem, I find that life
is a feeling anyway,
and robots are
weird, man,
don't you think?
sorry, thinking again,
must get
back to the other thing,
thinking just doesn't make sense
sat on my grass, weak
end, things to
not
do
only seen one
wasp, a strange guy
walks strangely past, stares, same
as yesterday,
hope you like this,
writing
it is doing my back
in
2 pissed-off guys
keep shouting
about something awful
this garden...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2013 11:23pm
25th Jul 2013 11:23pm
defeat
I like music and alcohol,
words,
the
people I like
she was pretty much the
same
we used to chat and laugh and drink and she
was so THERE, with me, with her
she knew she
was my dream girl and so
did I
she was gorgeous and
sophisticated and clever and kind and exciting and everything
else,
I never imagined
that she could
have wanted me
WTF?
everybody was jealous,
they told me she was no good
while the greatest opportunity...
words,
the
people I like
she was pretty much the
same
we used to chat and laugh and drink and she
was so THERE, with me, with her
she knew she
was my dream girl and so
did I
she was gorgeous and
sophisticated and clever and kind and exciting and everything
else,
I never imagined
that she could
have wanted me
WTF?
everybody was jealous,
they told me she was no good
while the greatest opportunity...
605 reads
2 Comments
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