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
22nd May 2014 2:29am
22nd May 2014 2:29am
Here Lies My Friend
He was seventeen with a strong head on his shoulders.
A boy becoming a man too early.
Childhood stolen by sin.
He was hanging on by a single thread.
Raised by a family of tragedy.
He sought for a better strategy.
Looking for solace in the arms of many.
A prince not ready to take the throne.
His kingdom fell before his eyes.
My dear friend, where is your fire?
The longing and desperate desire.
Now all I see is agony.
But hush now child, it's my turn to help.
In return for the...
A boy becoming a man too early.
Childhood stolen by sin.
He was hanging on by a single thread.
Raised by a family of tragedy.
He sought for a better strategy.
Looking for solace in the arms of many.
A prince not ready to take the throne.
His kingdom fell before his eyes.
My dear friend, where is your fire?
The longing and desperate desire.
Now all I see is agony.
But hush now child, it's my turn to help.
In return for the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 1:26am
23rd Dec 2013 1:26am
Everyone Lies
Time and time again.
I thought they would go.
The people who I thought I could trust again.
But it seems god has other plans.
Not knowing what to believe.
Why this happens when life starts sparking in my eyes.
When my white skin starts to feel again.
All I've found in this life is that everyone lies.
And I know that I am not any better.
But when things start to shatter.
I try my best not to cry.
Because I know that everyone lies.
I thought they would go.
The people who I thought I could trust again.
But it seems god has other plans.
Not knowing what to believe.
Why this happens when life starts sparking in my eyes.
When my white skin starts to feel again.
All I've found in this life is that everyone lies.
And I know that I am not any better.
But when things start to shatter.
I try my best not to cry.
Because I know that everyone lies.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 1:59am
22nd Dec 2013 1:59am
Slumber Again
Falling in my bed as deep slumber tries to take place.
Keeping toes from going too close to the edge.
Because I'm still scared of the monsters under my bed.
They creep.
They crawl into my head.
Grab my ankles and drag me under again.
Clawing my skin.
Sometimes the visions seem so real.
Call it schizophrenia and laugh instead.
But when night comes, I'll be the one you dread.
Waiting for you to slumber again.
Keeping toes from going too close to the edge.
Because I'm still scared of the monsters under my bed.
They creep.
They crawl into my head.
Grab my ankles and drag me under again.
Clawing my skin.
Sometimes the visions seem so real.
Call it schizophrenia and laugh instead.
But when night comes, I'll be the one you dread.
Waiting for you to slumber again.
867 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 6:33pm
14th Oct 2013 6:33pm
Motor Oil
The roaring.
The purring.
My baby's got me going.
Thousands miles an hour.
Oh honey, it don't matter.
Speeding past cop cars.
Darling, you are the only o
Berlin far behind.
America we may find.
With rushing wind and crashing in.
We sped until the midnight end.
The purring.
My baby's got me going.
Thousands miles an hour.
Oh honey, it don't matter.
Speeding past cop cars.
Darling, you are the only o
Berlin far behind.
America we may find.
With rushing wind and crashing in.
We sped until the midnight end.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 2:49am
31st Aug 2013 2:49am
Little Stalker Boy
I await a proper answer.
Not a twist of words.
Not a cheshire smile.
Not a smirk behind the scenes.
You evil boy.
What have you done to me?
I never said hello or waved a hand goodbye.
Why do you stalk me?
Why oh why.
The intensity makes me breathe heavily.
I'm on my last word.
Leave alone boy.
Don't say another simple word.
I know where you are and I know what you do.
Dear god, oh help me.
This boy is driving me crazy.
Little stalker boy.
...
Not a twist of words.
Not a cheshire smile.
Not a smirk behind the scenes.
You evil boy.
What have you done to me?
I never said hello or waved a hand goodbye.
Why do you stalk me?
Why oh why.
The intensity makes me breathe heavily.
I'm on my last word.
Leave alone boy.
Don't say another simple word.
I know where you are and I know what you do.
Dear god, oh help me.
This boy is driving me crazy.
Little stalker boy.
...
619 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 10:50am
30th Jun 2013 10:50am
My Secrets have Secrets
As time went on, I found myself fading away and then gone.
Melting onto the pavement in cold degrees.
Sinking to a level where I've never been.
Drowning in utter sin.
My dear god, what have I done?
Too scared to confess the murders and rum.
Smoke inhaling lungs.
The cancer in my head, feeding the monster residing in.
Trembling fingers and shivering bones.
Quivering lips that feel no warmth.
My face is filled with outer laughter because I'm too scared to cry.
Only sleep and violence will ease...
Melting onto the pavement in cold degrees.
Sinking to a level where I've never been.
Drowning in utter sin.
My dear god, what have I done?
Too scared to confess the murders and rum.
Smoke inhaling lungs.
The cancer in my head, feeding the monster residing in.
Trembling fingers and shivering bones.
Quivering lips that feel no warmth.
My face is filled with outer laughter because I'm too scared to cry.
Only sleep and violence will ease...
710 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2013 6:49am
28th Jun 2013 6:49am
Wallowing in Gray
I've seen my world in different shades.
Every color becoming my own personal parade.
I've seen flowers wilt in spring.
The sun turning black, making it so hard to see.
Ignorance was my bliss before you taught me this.
You taught me things that I shouldn't know.
I walk the street with a plastic mask.
Contemplating the present and past.
With every tear shed, hidden behind a wall of skin.
Every scar sewn with needle and thread.
All their imperfections are flawless instead.
Wallowing in gray is...
Every color becoming my own personal parade.
I've seen flowers wilt in spring.
The sun turning black, making it so hard to see.
Ignorance was my bliss before you taught me this.
You taught me things that I shouldn't know.
I walk the street with a plastic mask.
Contemplating the present and past.
With every tear shed, hidden behind a wall of skin.
Every scar sewn with needle and thread.
All their imperfections are flawless instead.
Wallowing in gray is...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 1:28am
26th Jun 2013 1:28am
I Wish for Silence
Broken spirit and iron bones.
Heart caged in solid stone.
Eyes with a shield of blue.
Behind lies gray from memories of who knows who.
Voices screaming down the halls.
Dark places that I call home.
Faces with many expressions but not a single word.
Honey voice that left me no choice.
I wish for silence day and night.
Sew velvet lips together that soon turn cold.
Ignorant girls saying how it ought to be.
Stupid boys who think they're king.
Numbers falling from the sky.
Out my...
Heart caged in solid stone.
Eyes with a shield of blue.
Behind lies gray from memories of who knows who.
Voices screaming down the halls.
Dark places that I call home.
Faces with many expressions but not a single word.
Honey voice that left me no choice.
I wish for silence day and night.
Sew velvet lips together that soon turn cold.
Ignorant girls saying how it ought to be.
Stupid boys who think they're king.
Numbers falling from the sky.
Out my...
670 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 6:23am
21st Jun 2013 6:23am
Beneath the Shower Spray
Beneath the shower spray, I go through my whole day.
What I did and what I didn't.
Pass regrets and forgiveness.
Drops of water thunder like a fall.
Soaking in my skin before rolling down the bottom drain.
Sitting down helps me think.
Cold porcelain chilling skin heat.
Soaking up memories and how I could've made it right.
Thoughts coming in my head that I usually have at night.
Closing eyes and breathing in.
Under the shower spray where everything hits.
What I did and what I didn't.
Pass regrets and forgiveness.
Drops of water thunder like a fall.
Soaking in my skin before rolling down the bottom drain.
Sitting down helps me think.
Cold porcelain chilling skin heat.
Soaking up memories and how I could've made it right.
Thoughts coming in my head that I usually have at night.
Closing eyes and breathing in.
Under the shower spray where everything hits.
764 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2013 7:34am
18th Jun 2013 7:34am
What You Do For Me When I'm Broken
You've done so much and it hurts to see you down.
When I had nowhere else to go you opened up the gates.
Fed me till I was full and clothed me in sunshine.
Wiping away tears my friends have never seen because I'm afraid of looking weak.
Broken bones that ache when I try to stand.
Scars that don't show on skin are as real as the ones shown on flesh.
Candles flickering, leaving a sweet incense behind.
Filling my head with a bitter aftertaste when the lights blown out into smoke.
Stars on my ceiling seemed to gt closer every...
When I had nowhere else to go you opened up the gates.
Fed me till I was full and clothed me in sunshine.
Wiping away tears my friends have never seen because I'm afraid of looking weak.
Broken bones that ache when I try to stand.
Scars that don't show on skin are as real as the ones shown on flesh.
Candles flickering, leaving a sweet incense behind.
Filling my head with a bitter aftertaste when the lights blown out into smoke.
Stars on my ceiling seemed to gt closer every...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 11:05am
4th Jun 2013 11:05am
Insomnia Again
I am sleeping with the lights off again.
Door closed tightly, a sliver of light may not come in.
Blankets pulled up to the chin.
Seeking all the warmth within.
But bad cases of insomnia keep me up all night.
I can shut my eyes and try to keep a clear mind but more flood within.
Thoughts that don't really matter and the imagination bursts again.
Sometimes I laugh and talk to people who are really there.
But it doesn't really matter because they aren't the cause.
This insomnia is killing me.
I'm...
Door closed tightly, a sliver of light may not come in.
Blankets pulled up to the chin.
Seeking all the warmth within.
But bad cases of insomnia keep me up all night.
I can shut my eyes and try to keep a clear mind but more flood within.
Thoughts that don't really matter and the imagination bursts again.
Sometimes I laugh and talk to people who are really there.
But it doesn't really matter because they aren't the cause.
This insomnia is killing me.
I'm...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 3:46am
2nd Jun 2013 3:46am
I've seen, heard, and screamed.
I've seen my loved ones die before birth.
I've seen the white knights fall when they said they never would.
I saw him leave when my beauty failed to show.
I see other kids cut themselves for a punishment they thought they deserved.
I've seen cigarette burns on skin that used to glow.
Bruises on faces of people I know.
I've heard sirens coming from my parents room.
I've heard foot steps walking out the door.
I've heard the phrase, I can't take it anymore.
I saw a boy kill himself.
I saw the shiny gun....
I've seen the white knights fall when they said they never would.
I saw him leave when my beauty failed to show.
I see other kids cut themselves for a punishment they thought they deserved.
I've seen cigarette burns on skin that used to glow.
Bruises on faces of people I know.
I've heard sirens coming from my parents room.
I've heard foot steps walking out the door.
I've heard the phrase, I can't take it anymore.
I saw a boy kill himself.
I saw the shiny gun....
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