Submissions by puppycrotch
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Failing in the race for spritual acceptance,drifting behind wherever the masses lead,feeling confused.just words with a meaning of questions, the form of statements,from many perspectives
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2015 1:16am
14th Oct 2015 1:16am
alteration of faith
I feel so strong in my faith
The possibilities are endless
I lower my head in shame of my past, only knowing
Its the the same place my head is when I'm praying
I fall,to my knees knowing that its the same place I'm at when I'm begging
I cry
I feel so tempted
And try
Guess she doesn't like me
Who cares
I thought my problems were in my feelings
Or lack thereof
So I supplemented smiling
With drinking
Only to find out ultimately
That the flesh is far more powerful than my heart
Especially when she has tattoos,and a smile I talk...
The possibilities are endless
I lower my head in shame of my past, only knowing
Its the the same place my head is when I'm praying
I fall,to my knees knowing that its the same place I'm at when I'm begging
I cry
I feel so tempted
And try
Guess she doesn't like me
Who cares
I thought my problems were in my feelings
Or lack thereof
So I supplemented smiling
With drinking
Only to find out ultimately
That the flesh is far more powerful than my heart
Especially when she has tattoos,and a smile I talk...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 1:27am
11th Apr 2013 1:27am
the dad she had
While im too busy worrying about what i should have already done,
Her hair grows to a length ive never felt,im empty at the "attempts" ive claimed to have made.
The days go by ,and still i find myself regressing to growing up and not bein what i miss the most about my adolecents.
look at me.
I have good days.
I have days that i laugh. I have days that the more and more i act like im not trying,i could actually start to believe myself. Then when i realize im the same, i break under the weight of shame piled in on my shoulders.
The Penatentry has...
Her hair grows to a length ive never felt,im empty at the "attempts" ive claimed to have made.
The days go by ,and still i find myself regressing to growing up and not bein what i miss the most about my adolecents.
look at me.
I have good days.
I have days that i laugh. I have days that the more and more i act like im not trying,i could actually start to believe myself. Then when i realize im the same, i break under the weight of shame piled in on my shoulders.
The Penatentry has...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 3:46pm
6th Apr 2013 3:46pm
another April without me..
well two red lines..im finally going to try and be a father
"aren't you already a dad,"
no,
im a dissapointment with a daughter.
im a winner without risk,
I keep bruises without fighting,
losing my will to make this point,so i try and find a place to buy them..
bridesmaids brandishing posies
a ring around your trigger finger,
wishing i could fire against my memories,
making ashes of what i hate to remember.
a joke to fit in with day,
cause i know being a dad is cool
but my absent because of my actions
has made me...
"aren't you already a dad,"
no,
im a dissapointment with a daughter.
im a winner without risk,
I keep bruises without fighting,
losing my will to make this point,so i try and find a place to buy them..
bridesmaids brandishing posies
a ring around your trigger finger,
wishing i could fire against my memories,
making ashes of what i hate to remember.
a joke to fit in with day,
cause i know being a dad is cool
but my absent because of my actions
has made me...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 7:02pm
16th Mar 2013 7:02pm
a judgmented hope.
He will lower his head in shame
outside of vegas
We will mock his death for us a chance at forgiveness,
and continue on in this wastland of freedom and debt.
Children will ask why,
While the elders,
Play no role in what ,they, commit the highest love for .
and you feel reminded of a Brady Bunch flashback of just wishing you could be half the father, hollywood can create.
Im right feelin sick at my stomach
with a drive.
Im left looking for the shiny green N ,
coastin along to barely surviving.
With a belife in...
outside of vegas
We will mock his death for us a chance at forgiveness,
and continue on in this wastland of freedom and debt.
Children will ask why,
While the elders,
Play no role in what ,they, commit the highest love for .
and you feel reminded of a Brady Bunch flashback of just wishing you could be half the father, hollywood can create.
Im right feelin sick at my stomach
with a drive.
Im left looking for the shiny green N ,
coastin along to barely surviving.
With a belife in...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 4:21pm
14th Mar 2013 4:21pm
30 days of learning.
I wish they had a certificate i could get when i pass at life.
I wish it didnt hurt when i miss her cause i wont tuck her in tonight.
I wish i wasnt once the man that i no longer see,
Like i wish i couldve been the father
that i hope i soon will be.
I wish i could remember what i cant because of drugs.
While shes missing getting tucked in,chocolate milk and hugs,
Im missing her smile,her first day at school,a bike without training wheels,and no floaties in the pool.
I took the first step,and got higher on my doubt
Admitting i was unmanagable...
I wish it didnt hurt when i miss her cause i wont tuck her in tonight.
I wish i wasnt once the man that i no longer see,
Like i wish i couldve been the father
that i hope i soon will be.
I wish i could remember what i cant because of drugs.
While shes missing getting tucked in,chocolate milk and hugs,
Im missing her smile,her first day at school,a bike without training wheels,and no floaties in the pool.
I took the first step,and got higher on my doubt
Admitting i was unmanagable...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 5:24am
7th Mar 2013 5:24am
daily
I lay back ,relax
Nod off on some smack
Reality is a shot away
And these demons from
Prison, mixed with the way ive been feeling
Is the main problem i have to break.
So i chill with a pill
Borrow and steal.
To support what ive come to hate, when a point is the fix
Ill never resist
The temptation is too much to take.
Im sorry i lied
My actions were a cry
For help i didnt want to receive.
So i sit near my box
With my pipe and rocks
Waiting patiently for you to leave.
Nod off on some smack
Reality is a shot away
And these demons from
Prison, mixed with the way ive been feeling
Is the main problem i have to break.
So i chill with a pill
Borrow and steal.
To support what ive come to hate, when a point is the fix
Ill never resist
The temptation is too much to take.
Im sorry i lied
My actions were a cry
For help i didnt want to receive.
So i sit near my box
With my pipe and rocks
Waiting patiently for you to leave.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 2:48am
3rd Mar 2013 2:48am
a worse habit.A.friendly detox.
When the only thing i miss is us
and everyone we liked
deleted me
I pushed on with what stuck me worst
Than the prick that
Makes you a Mrs.
Im that feeling you get
As you remember what it was like to cry
Im ashamed of my actions
Your that feeling
Where you wipe to hard after a number two,
a constant pain in the ass, my number one
Thought.and im labled
the dick.
and everyone we liked
deleted me
I pushed on with what stuck me worst
Than the prick that
Makes you a Mrs.
Im that feeling you get
As you remember what it was like to cry
Im ashamed of my actions
Your that feeling
Where you wipe to hard after a number two,
a constant pain in the ass, my number one
Thought.and im labled
the dick.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 00:03am
26th Feb 2013 00:03am
blue lines
The lines on this paper,
I chop up with my words.
Snorting my regrets,
Till my hand starts to hurt.
Like a constant trial
Where the jurys been hung.
I was sequstered with sobriety,
that was my drug.
Being lonely causes panic,depression,
Harm,
Wearing longsleeves in the summer,
Hiding my arms.
Turning lights off,
A candle to be lit,
Another spoon to the trash.
Im Not even fixed.
It doesnt have to be high- noon to draw.
SHOOT!
BANG!
Nodder.vomit and slobber.
Dog food for breakfast,
Bacon for...
I chop up with my words.
Snorting my regrets,
Till my hand starts to hurt.
Like a constant trial
Where the jurys been hung.
I was sequstered with sobriety,
that was my drug.
Being lonely causes panic,depression,
Harm,
Wearing longsleeves in the summer,
Hiding my arms.
Turning lights off,
A candle to be lit,
Another spoon to the trash.
Im Not even fixed.
It doesnt have to be high- noon to draw.
SHOOT!
BANG!
Nodder.vomit and slobber.
Dog food for breakfast,
Bacon for...
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7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 9:04pm
24th Feb 2013 9:04pm
suffering freedumb
You complain and judge on what my heart posts
however the firstime this wasteland we call america ammended
we got the freedom too
I put my voice on paper.
the upcoming threat to take arms has me realizing it must be weapon
i learn how to express my jealousy in a vocal manner.
In todays society you have to recharge what controls you
by using power you pay for
my utilties are
disconnected.
for the people by me
U change up what was constututed for us to base our foundation.
we crumble as a nation of regret....
however the firstime this wasteland we call america ammended
we got the freedom too
I put my voice on paper.
the upcoming threat to take arms has me realizing it must be weapon
i learn how to express my jealousy in a vocal manner.
In todays society you have to recharge what controls you
by using power you pay for
my utilties are
disconnected.
for the people by me
U change up what was constututed for us to base our foundation.
we crumble as a nation of regret....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 8:58pm
24th Feb 2013 8:58pm
sibilings
As they travel,
my sadness makes more distance away from my happiness
those miles mean more than just a feeling
if i could crawl on knifes to make up for the time
i wouldnt try to place them in their backs as they walk away
a heated disscusion
a passioniate embrace
an apology in the morning ,cause first one wasn't good enough
if your too busy thinking you notice how everyone else is fake
how do you know how real you are
you always take it back to who you choose to be
and yet we love you regardless.
stop being a critic on...
my sadness makes more distance away from my happiness
those miles mean more than just a feeling
if i could crawl on knifes to make up for the time
i wouldnt try to place them in their backs as they walk away
a heated disscusion
a passioniate embrace
an apology in the morning ,cause first one wasn't good enough
if your too busy thinking you notice how everyone else is fake
how do you know how real you are
you always take it back to who you choose to be
and yet we love you regardless.
stop being a critic on...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 5:47pm
23rd Feb 2013 5:47pm
a remembering loss
A grand mother she was.
my Mam Maw as well.
thankful she no longer suffers
in this life i know as hell.
i couldnt imagine not knowing my own name
a convelesent home
alhziemers to blame
trully missed, trully great
i want to tell her how much i love her
its a lil to late
but one day in heaven
we will sing Johnny Cash
rembering the great things in life
where your forgetfullness
dont last
so when you see this worried son
know im grand to you
ill pray to Jesus
you see that it gets through
i have...
my Mam Maw as well.
thankful she no longer suffers
in this life i know as hell.
i couldnt imagine not knowing my own name
a convelesent home
alhziemers to blame
trully missed, trully great
i want to tell her how much i love her
its a lil to late
but one day in heaven
we will sing Johnny Cash
rembering the great things in life
where your forgetfullness
dont last
so when you see this worried son
know im grand to you
ill pray to Jesus
you see that it gets through
i have...
566 reads
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