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)
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 3:33am
1st Jun 2013 3:33am
bus driven by drugs
I am out of soup and the
carpet isn't speaking to me
my youth is gone and
I am a diminishing possibility
I am
not much more than a beer,
not worth a tear
or anybody's poetry
dawn crawls into a coffee,
light pours
into my reality.
carpet isn't speaking to me
my youth is gone and
I am a diminishing possibility
I am
not much more than a beer,
not worth a tear
or anybody's poetry
dawn crawls into a coffee,
light pours
into my reality.
583 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2013 2:26am
30th May 2013 2:26am
suppose 2
the sun goes down and it
comes back up again
I suppose it's alright, I
suppose it's nice, but
it's kind of dumb
thinking is hard,
feeling is hard, there's
nothing hardly
that a human
can rely on
the sky hangs, what
does it want from anyone?
the impossibility
of a reality
that escapes insanity,
so
it appears to me,
may be something
that a person can rely
on.
comes back up again
I suppose it's alright, I
suppose it's nice, but
it's kind of dumb
thinking is hard,
feeling is hard, there's
nothing hardly
that a human
can rely on
the sky hangs, what
does it want from anyone?
the impossibility
of a reality
that escapes insanity,
so
it appears to me,
may be something
that a person can rely
on.
550 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 1:18am
22nd May 2013 1:18am
here, things
I think that the best
thing about life
is that there is
always
some sort of
chance to be a human being
while absence
of self-belief will
kill
you in the end
you will find that if
you live a time,
that time will
be spent in your skin
and
some times also in
someone else's skin
if you
can manage it
me, I'm just
fucked
in my head
but I'm here, I
try hard
to want to
be
too.
thing about life
is that there is
always
some sort of
chance to be a human being
while absence
of self-belief will
kill
you in the end
you will find that if
you live a time,
that time will
be spent in your skin
and
some times also in
someone else's skin
if you
can manage it
me, I'm just
fucked
in my head
but I'm here, I
try hard
to want to
be
too.
595 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 00:52am
22nd May 2013 00:52am
juice
another day has
risen, the light reigned,
and now it's dark,
now it's gone
what I think is that the
only truly
beautiful thing
is a chance
a
chance to live, a
chance to
find somebody that
loves you back
a chance to
escape pain
a chance to be happy
stuff
like that.
risen, the light reigned,
and now it's dark,
now it's gone
what I think is that the
only truly
beautiful thing
is a chance
a
chance to live, a
chance to
find somebody that
loves you back
a chance to
escape pain
a chance to be happy
stuff
like that.
635 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2013 2:28pm
14th May 2013 2:28pm
life etc.
without friends
I'd
die
I've turned
49
I've already seen a
lot of people I knew,
and who
had never hurt anybody,
take the last journey
it's springtime and it's
warm and
it's sunny
the leaves are
back on the trees
it comes back, some
of it
I don't like
to say it, but
I don't want to, myself
this life
will be enough
I'm not alone, that
must be
fucking terrible.
I'd
die
I've turned
49
I've already seen a
lot of people I knew,
and who
had never hurt anybody,
take the last journey
it's springtime and it's
warm and
it's sunny
the leaves are
back on the trees
it comes back, some
of it
I don't like
to say it, but
I don't want to, myself
this life
will be enough
I'm not alone, that
must be
fucking terrible.
630 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2013 12:31pm
14th May 2013 12:31pm
saturday in sellwood
dawn arrives, stabs, attacks
this
estate is the old and the
poor and
the mad
some of us are
all 3, if
real life hasn't found
you yet, you might
want to
think about
watching your back
but some of us are
still here, yep, yes
some folks see life as a
competition, that trip
I suppose for them, it is
as for us, our days
are about not dying, and for
another day
living, living, living a bit
not dead, and not
forgetting that.
this
estate is the old and the
poor and
the mad
some of us are
all 3, if
real life hasn't found
you yet, you might
want to
think about
watching your back
but some of us are
still here, yep, yes
some folks see life as a
competition, that trip
I suppose for them, it is
as for us, our days
are about not dying, and for
another day
living, living, living a bit
not dead, and not
forgetting that.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2013 00:02am
4th May 2013 00:02am
these and that
I've always liked words,
but not people or
the world or trying
to speak to folks
as much
well, anyway words
are cheap, I've learnt, and
so is nearly
everything else
what is, is
it has to be
seen as real, or real in
some way at least
if it's in your life
and you want or need
to pursue it, that is
or a person you like
or
love
that's the best success
if you
can manage
to find that they
love you back
but as for me, now,
the thing I
don't
want is terrible...
but not people or
the world or trying
to speak to folks
as much
well, anyway words
are cheap, I've learnt, and
so is nearly
everything else
what is, is
it has to be
seen as real, or real in
some way at least
if it's in your life
and you want or need
to pursue it, that is
or a person you like
or
love
that's the best success
if you
can manage
to find that they
love you back
but as for me, now,
the thing I
don't
want is terrible...
583 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd May 2013 11:52pm
3rd May 2013 11:52pm
body
here, now, feeling chilled
I've found that life comes
around to a person
on this living planet
that's got you
and it's got me
on it
fighting pain seems
to be the gist
of it, and there's
a lot
of it
complaining about
it
will not help it
and I haven't
had a text from God yet
I get a lot of funny
messages, but so far they're
strictly anonymous
I must stay sane
and not die
yet, tonight it's
alright,
on saturday, I'm
going down the road
to see somebody.
I've found that life comes
around to a person
on this living planet
that's got you
and it's got me
on it
fighting pain seems
to be the gist
of it, and there's
a lot
of it
complaining about
it
will not help it
and I haven't
had a text from God yet
I get a lot of funny
messages, but so far they're
strictly anonymous
I must stay sane
and not die
yet, tonight it's
alright,
on saturday, I'm
going down the road
to see somebody.
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 1:34am
13th Apr 2013 1:34am
Thatcher's funeral
you loved money and power
you don't deserve
a poem, but anyway
you're a new resident
where the liars,
thieves and murderers go
the weak-minded
were fooled, and I
suppose they always
will be,sadly
new bastards lead us now
as for you -
as for me for writing
this, probably -
go to hell.
you don't deserve
a poem, but anyway
you're a new resident
where the liars,
thieves and murderers go
the weak-minded
were fooled, and I
suppose they always
will be,sadly
new bastards lead us now
as for you -
as for me for writing
this, probably -
go to hell.
570 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 00:33am
13th Apr 2013 00:33am
jesus don't jump
I sit and look
up
at the only
church that's left in town
for once it's not pissing down
I got introduced to a
neo-nazi who
used to live right
near here a few years ago, I
don't know if
he's still here
I'm white so he
didn't put me
on his list I suppose
I can only see the
eternal war
to be between rich and
poor,
myself
that kind of
thing, y'know
I despise rapists, abusers,
killers, cowardly corrupt
(mis)leaders
so much hate,
so
many bastards
so...
up
at the only
church that's left in town
for once it's not pissing down
I got introduced to a
neo-nazi who
used to live right
near here a few years ago, I
don't know if
he's still here
I'm white so he
didn't put me
on his list I suppose
I can only see the
eternal war
to be between rich and
poor,
myself
that kind of
thing, y'know
I despise rapists, abusers,
killers, cowardly corrupt
(mis)leaders
so much hate,
so
many bastards
so...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 3:04am
4th Apr 2013 3:04am
zimmer frame baby
God doesn't like us very
much, does he?
bits of glitter
stuck to the sky
livers live, livers die
people in pain, here the
next line, I
don't know why
we each see things,
and we are each so blind
falling into a mind.
much, does he?
bits of glitter
stuck to the sky
livers live, livers die
people in pain, here the
next line, I
don't know why
we each see things,
and we are each so blind
falling into a mind.
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 2:25am
31st Mar 2013 2:25am
something sings
bored people are
so very boring, I feel, but
really nothing is
anything, such as
living and dying, we
fool ourselves that we
have nailed things
however, I find
that I like to decide
that I'm alive,
that to me
is to me
a silly personal satisfying
something.
so very boring, I feel, but
really nothing is
anything, such as
living and dying, we
fool ourselves that we
have nailed things
however, I find
that I like to decide
that I'm alive,
that to me
is to me
a silly personal satisfying
something.
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