Submissions by wearefools350 (Gun Powder)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello, I am a fellow so called poet who likes to write poetry from time to time. I;m not on here as often so you'll probably only hear from me once in a blue moon.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 00:30am
4th Feb 2015 00:30am
Drunk Bride
Your used to living large
with wine and boys in gold
Slurred through the vows and
now your on a tough break
Going head on open road
The dress turns to ashes and
mascara doesn't touch the lashes
The lips go crack from the
cigarette stashes
White turns yellow from the
beverage that brought you down
Nails soiled from all the blood
and open tin foil
Heels without a dress
You find yourself walking the tight rope
and if you...
with wine and boys in gold
Slurred through the vows and
now your on a tough break
Going head on open road
The dress turns to ashes and
mascara doesn't touch the lashes
The lips go crack from the
cigarette stashes
White turns yellow from the
beverage that brought you down
Nails soiled from all the blood
and open tin foil
Heels without a dress
You find yourself walking the tight rope
and if you...
647 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 00:18am
4th Feb 2015 00:18am
Fast Living
In the womb where my bother
and sister once lay
In the womb where my life began and
thrown from the cradle to the grave
In the bed, where almost nothing happens
because I can't help but be a little queer
In the school where the kids play and say
that others around them make it all seem strange
Knees knocking on seats because the height
makes the being scrunch and crunch
Making myself laugh at night because I come
off to myself as weird and soothing when the water breaks
...
and sister once lay
In the womb where my life began and
thrown from the cradle to the grave
In the bed, where almost nothing happens
because I can't help but be a little queer
In the school where the kids play and say
that others around them make it all seem strange
Knees knocking on seats because the height
makes the being scrunch and crunch
Making myself laugh at night because I come
off to myself as weird and soothing when the water breaks
...
545 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 00:56am
27th Jan 2015 00:56am
More Words
Equally made of flesh
with veins and bones
Organs that function
by a simple patterned beat
All simple minded yet
brilliant at best
All connected by the mind of beasts
Young and old
black and white
Colors faded into an
ugly unlawful trite
Boys in skirts and girls in jeans
Lots of dolls and trucks
for temporary disease
Scratches on my back
Running from a night attack
breathing in sickening breeze
...
with veins and bones
Organs that function
by a simple patterned beat
All simple minded yet
brilliant at best
All connected by the mind of beasts
Young and old
black and white
Colors faded into an
ugly unlawful trite
Boys in skirts and girls in jeans
Lots of dolls and trucks
for temporary disease
Scratches on my back
Running from a night attack
breathing in sickening breeze
...
800 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2014 9:55am
26th Dec 2014 9:55am
Continue in Time
Not gonna lie or
sugarcoat this line
Never sweat a fever
when the weather is cold
I'm shaking in my boots and
it all because of you
Uncomfortable with information
of the recent devastation among
the kids
Or the radio blaring our
countries devastation
Sickened with the illness
of family ties and unholy affairs
Between black and white
Leaving the gray tear
A white sheet stained in blood
and the molestation of the civilization
Cross breed with...
sugarcoat this line
Never sweat a fever
when the weather is cold
I'm shaking in my boots and
it all because of you
Uncomfortable with information
of the recent devastation among
the kids
Or the radio blaring our
countries devastation
Sickened with the illness
of family ties and unholy affairs
Between black and white
Leaving the gray tear
A white sheet stained in blood
and the molestation of the civilization
Cross breed with...
818 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 12:09pm
15th Dec 2014 12:09pm
I Will Heal
I was better at lying
than telling the truth
I have regrets from
yesterday and now
I've seen my brothers and
sisters drown
Held underwater with their
arms up high
I spent countless nights
with a monster at my side
Days writing numbers and
drawing pictures in pen
Minutes with a lot on my mind
Decades of lost time
Hours of never leaving my bed
and the stench of smoke on skin
My body, my garbage
was out on display
It was one man's...
than telling the truth
I have regrets from
yesterday and now
I've seen my brothers and
sisters drown
Held underwater with their
arms up high
I spent countless nights
with a monster at my side
Days writing numbers and
drawing pictures in pen
Minutes with a lot on my mind
Decades of lost time
Hours of never leaving my bed
and the stench of smoke on skin
My body, my garbage
was out on display
It was one man's...
895 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2014 2:08am
4th Dec 2014 2:08am
Guts in the Cupboard
I saw them drag my mother
by her hair
She screamed and kicked
but they didn't care
She left guts in the
cupboard
Skin under her nails
A cigarette lit
A father without a care
And a trail of bleach
and oil cans
She wasn't there when
her child was abused
Or when a man touched
her daughter in a sinful way
She left guts in
the cupboard
Sand on a grave
A spoon full of
salt in the opened wound
A...
by her hair
She screamed and kicked
but they didn't care
She left guts in the
cupboard
Skin under her nails
A cigarette lit
A father without a care
And a trail of bleach
and oil cans
She wasn't there when
her child was abused
Or when a man touched
her daughter in a sinful way
She left guts in
the cupboard
Sand on a grave
A spoon full of
salt in the opened wound
A...
681 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 3:57am
9th Nov 2014 3:57am
Steel Casket
A steel casket for two
A divider in the middle
to separate me and you
Both sinners from day one
Friends from beginning
to the end
Fools of the living
Fighting over food
I'll share a little
I swear
Kicking children to the dirt
Saving up for one last desert
Mother and father never seemed
to care
Doting over little sister with
no time to spare
Making a casket for me and you
So that in the afterlife
we can...
A divider in the middle
to separate me and you
Both sinners from day one
Friends from beginning
to the end
Fools of the living
Fighting over food
I'll share a little
I swear
Kicking children to the dirt
Saving up for one last desert
Mother and father never seemed
to care
Doting over little sister with
no time to spare
Making a casket for me and you
So that in the afterlife
we can...
664 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 3:36am
9th Nov 2014 3:36am
Teenage Hormones
Sunday evening with a
dash of disappointed dreams
Teenagers huffing from
old canteens
Father sleeping on the couch
Mother gets dressed and
flaunts about
Another douche with an
acoustic guitar
Trying to make a living
selling fancy scars
Performers dancing in
the street
About to get run over if
they don't dress discrete
Bells jingling in the wind
Mind getting hazy from the wine
and broken child within
An immature replica of...
dash of disappointed dreams
Teenagers huffing from
old canteens
Father sleeping on the couch
Mother gets dressed and
flaunts about
Another douche with an
acoustic guitar
Trying to make a living
selling fancy scars
Performers dancing in
the street
About to get run over if
they don't dress discrete
Bells jingling in the wind
Mind getting hazy from the wine
and broken child within
An immature replica of...
673 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2014 4:02pm
9th Oct 2014 4:02pm
Generation Extermination
Not a very happy girl living
in a self centered generation.
I can't find solace in any
parentation.
Nor the penetration of the needle found.
The blood curdling at every echoed sound.
Not another selfie from a stupid teen.
Trying to fit into the social scene.
Or criticism from the parent who acts younger than I.
And all they seem to know what to do is deny.
Because what it comes down to
is that we're feeding off the scraps.
The result of your faults.
Not ours.
Or the...
in a self centered generation.
I can't find solace in any
parentation.
Nor the penetration of the needle found.
The blood curdling at every echoed sound.
Not another selfie from a stupid teen.
Trying to fit into the social scene.
Or criticism from the parent who acts younger than I.
And all they seem to know what to do is deny.
Because what it comes down to
is that we're feeding off the scraps.
The result of your faults.
Not ours.
Or the...
500 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 5:58am
3rd Jul 2014 5:58am
Thought at the Moment
I've made those monsters
under my bed my friends.
Since it seems you've got
no time to spare.
And I just want you to know.
Those nights of screaming always
kept me awake.
Make no mistake.
And those nightmares that
used to make me cry.
Have become my greatest alibi.
To those angels buried beneath
the bedroom sheets.
So cold and lack of heat.
Making it so hard to breathe.
My thoughts now taste like sewer
and too much to bear.
...
under my bed my friends.
Since it seems you've got
no time to spare.
And I just want you to know.
Those nights of screaming always
kept me awake.
Make no mistake.
And those nightmares that
used to make me cry.
Have become my greatest alibi.
To those angels buried beneath
the bedroom sheets.
So cold and lack of heat.
Making it so hard to breathe.
My thoughts now taste like sewer
and too much to bear.
...
516 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2014 9:01pm
28th May 2014 9:01pm
Demeaning the Daughter
Even to this day, girls are
being called all sorts of names.
Don't demean your daughters
like your father did to you.
Let them feel loved like the
mother that looked after you.
Treat them like the doctor
who treated your open wound.
A superficial lover that kissed
every tear away.
Like the sun that warmed your face.
Don't let others cackle if there isn't
a space between her legs.
A splotch and scar here and there.
Protect and prepare your baby girl from
the world that says she can't do it....
being called all sorts of names.
Don't demean your daughters
like your father did to you.
Let them feel loved like the
mother that looked after you.
Treat them like the doctor
who treated your open wound.
A superficial lover that kissed
every tear away.
Like the sun that warmed your face.
Don't let others cackle if there isn't
a space between her legs.
A splotch and scar here and there.
Protect and prepare your baby girl from
the world that says she can't do it....
585 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd May 2014 2:41am
22nd May 2014 2:41am
Mother O Mother
When my mother tells me her problems.
I start to get solemn.
Or literally annoyed.
I'm only a child.
I should make life worth a while.
Yet I'm still listening to treason.
Mother O mother.
When will you stop.
I won't stay young
forever and neither will you.
So why talk about the past when
all it will do is bite you in the ass.
I know you're mad at father
for leaving you a loner.
But that's not my fault.
The star are getting brighter.
But mother O mother.
...
I start to get solemn.
Or literally annoyed.
I'm only a child.
I should make life worth a while.
Yet I'm still listening to treason.
Mother O mother.
When will you stop.
I won't stay young
forever and neither will you.
So why talk about the past when
all it will do is bite you in the ass.
I know you're mad at father
for leaving you a loner.
But that's not my fault.
The star are getting brighter.
But mother O mother.
...
631 reads
1 Comment
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