Submissions by pousson (jake)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The High Life
So we all want the high life,
It’s hard to define
Some call it the best life,
I just call it mine.
I wake up everyday
No trouble in my head
Some say it’s empty,
But it’s focused on the bread.
Life comes at you fast, money slows it down,
Trouble comes your way; kick it out of town,
Money is the reason that the world goes round,
Pull the right strings, bring anybody down
To their knees, to your level,
Even six feet in a box
Money makes life better,
Keeps all the doors unlocked
They say it can’t bring joy,
Nothing...
It’s hard to define
Some call it the best life,
I just call it mine.
I wake up everyday
No trouble in my head
Some say it’s empty,
But it’s focused on the bread.
Life comes at you fast, money slows it down,
Trouble comes your way; kick it out of town,
Money is the reason that the world goes round,
Pull the right strings, bring anybody down
To their knees, to your level,
Even six feet in a box
Money makes life better,
Keeps all the doors unlocked
They say it can’t bring joy,
Nothing...
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A beast
I see the look in
your eyes when you look at me, and I hope that you are wrong
True I’ve made
mistakes in my life, but now the past is dead and gone
I can’t change all
the things I regret; but I’ll at least do my best
My best to learn from
the past, from all the people I’ve upset
I can hope they will
forgive me, for whatever I may have done
Stop me from living
as the beast I have become
Not a beast that
feeds on the flesh of man, or a beast that longs to kill
But a beast that
destroys his own life, his pride, and his own will
A...
your eyes when you look at me, and I hope that you are wrong
True I’ve made
mistakes in my life, but now the past is dead and gone
I can’t change all
the things I regret; but I’ll at least do my best
My best to learn from
the past, from all the people I’ve upset
I can hope they will
forgive me, for whatever I may have done
Stop me from living
as the beast I have become
Not a beast that
feeds on the flesh of man, or a beast that longs to kill
But a beast that
destroys his own life, his pride, and his own will
A...
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The Alphabet
Answer adventure.
Believe bobcats borrow bullets.
Chase catastrophe carefully.
Don’t devour data, debate.
Everything emancipates emptiness.
Followers fail fathers.
Governments gather gods.
Hate hangs happiness.
It incessantly insists interest in imagination.
Justice jeopardizes jihad.
Karma knows.
Lately law lacks love.
Mighty men move mountains.
News never needs normality.
Opposites oddly often oppose.
People pretend peace provides.
Queens question qualified
quantities.
Rise, ready romantics!
See...
Believe bobcats borrow bullets.
Chase catastrophe carefully.
Don’t devour data, debate.
Everything emancipates emptiness.
Followers fail fathers.
Governments gather gods.
Hate hangs happiness.
It incessantly insists interest in imagination.
Justice jeopardizes jihad.
Karma knows.
Lately law lacks love.
Mighty men move mountains.
News never needs normality.
Opposites oddly often oppose.
People pretend peace provides.
Queens question qualified
quantities.
Rise, ready romantics!
See...
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he speaks
He said let me speak, so we let him.
You’ll never guess what came next.
He spoke, and what he said then,
Made my heart skip a beat in my chest
He said, “life goes on, even when we stop living it,
But death only comes and goes.
We gotta take advantage of what we’ve been giving it,
Can disappear before you know
What’s going on. What’s going on?
That’s a good question to ask.
If you would’ve been listening you’d already know,
Instead of sitting there on your ass
You got your hand in the air cause you want my attention,
Then you wave it,...
You’ll never guess what came next.
He spoke, and what he said then,
Made my heart skip a beat in my chest
He said, “life goes on, even when we stop living it,
But death only comes and goes.
We gotta take advantage of what we’ve been giving it,
Can disappear before you know
What’s going on. What’s going on?
That’s a good question to ask.
If you would’ve been listening you’d already know,
Instead of sitting there on your ass
You got your hand in the air cause you want my attention,
Then you wave it,...
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2 Comments
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