Submissions by wolfncrow777
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 5:35am
4th Sep 2014 5:35am
My Life Rhymes
I started off life not so boring
Hardly able to get up for school in the morning
Has all these thoughts of the past, present, and future
stuck in my head, they put me in a stupor
Thoughts of my dad
and I always was glad
to see him
but now I know I never wanna grow up to be him
because half the time he has a needle in his arm
Half the druggy as the alcoholic he’d been
When I was eight
I realized too late
What the drugs were doing when he OD
on some heroine
and my mom wasn't no heroine
she was on another smack
while we were flat...
Hardly able to get up for school in the morning
Has all these thoughts of the past, present, and future
stuck in my head, they put me in a stupor
Thoughts of my dad
and I always was glad
to see him
but now I know I never wanna grow up to be him
because half the time he has a needle in his arm
Half the druggy as the alcoholic he’d been
When I was eight
I realized too late
What the drugs were doing when he OD
on some heroine
and my mom wasn't no heroine
she was on another smack
while we were flat...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 10:06pm
3rd Oct 2013 10:06pm
To my knees
I can't take these notions.
Who is he? Do I know you?
Who are you talking to, Love?
Yes it's a big deal. What should I do?
I ball up my fists.
Brick of hate. I wish
That she wasn't stuck in my heart.
But she is. She's there
And she breaks me apart.
Piece by piece I crumble down,
My love dried up, Somehow.
I fall down to the cement ground,
And I slam down my fist.
It bleeds,
I bleed,
It's how I know I'm alive,
It's why tears fall from my eyes.
It's why the earth cracks my bones,
I'm so scared...
Who is he? Do I know you?
Who are you talking to, Love?
Yes it's a big deal. What should I do?
I ball up my fists.
Brick of hate. I wish
That she wasn't stuck in my heart.
But she is. She's there
And she breaks me apart.
Piece by piece I crumble down,
My love dried up, Somehow.
I fall down to the cement ground,
And I slam down my fist.
It bleeds,
I bleed,
It's how I know I'm alive,
It's why tears fall from my eyes.
It's why the earth cracks my bones,
I'm so scared...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 8:33am
10th Jul 2013 8:33am
A note from what was my heart.
Tell me how it feels when you lose,
because it feels numb to me.
I do nothing but smile,
over these suppressed memories.
Manic, insane!
People call me these names!
Just because I hold my heart.
Just because I hold my pain.
Do I cry? No! I'm a man.
Only alone do I show my pain.
When young on my wrist,
I lost my blades, now I'm insane.
Don't let these fools,
tell you to hold in inside,
or you'll end up like me,
or you won't be able to cry.
Please, cry! Use your tears!
Use your heart and let it feel!...
because it feels numb to me.
I do nothing but smile,
over these suppressed memories.
Manic, insane!
People call me these names!
Just because I hold my heart.
Just because I hold my pain.
Do I cry? No! I'm a man.
Only alone do I show my pain.
When young on my wrist,
I lost my blades, now I'm insane.
Don't let these fools,
tell you to hold in inside,
or you'll end up like me,
or you won't be able to cry.
Please, cry! Use your tears!
Use your heart and let it feel!...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 4:31am
23rd Apr 2013 4:31am
My infinite room
I sit in my room at my desk writing
wondering about the world I see.
I see it through my small window
but my heart remains inside.
At first I thought I was trapped.
Trapped in my small room.
But then it came, and I seen.
That the sunny day out in the world
was only an illusion.
it was raining, pouring, and strangely,
it was sunny inside.
I sought the answer, this was strange.
Sunny inside but outside rain.
As I paced my room,
in my mind I found the truth.
I opened the window and looked outside
expecting freedom...
wondering about the world I see.
I see it through my small window
but my heart remains inside.
At first I thought I was trapped.
Trapped in my small room.
But then it came, and I seen.
That the sunny day out in the world
was only an illusion.
it was raining, pouring, and strangely,
it was sunny inside.
I sought the answer, this was strange.
Sunny inside but outside rain.
As I paced my room,
in my mind I found the truth.
I opened the window and looked outside
expecting freedom...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2012 8:16am
22nd Nov 2012 8:16am
Loneliness
Why do they push me away?
I do not hate them for it,
I only wonder.
Why?
Why do they abuse the strange?
Tease the weak?
I am not weak, because I have a voice.
If only they heard it.
Why are they deft?
Deft to my silence.
Why do they hate?
I do not hate them.
But I can not discriminate,
Or else i will be like them.
Maybe if I discriminated they wouldn't hate.
But I can't.
It is not in my nature.
None of us should hate.
But we do.
Hate, I feel it.
You feel it.
Why?
It only causes...
I do not hate them for it,
I only wonder.
Why?
Why do they abuse the strange?
Tease the weak?
I am not weak, because I have a voice.
If only they heard it.
Why are they deft?
Deft to my silence.
Why do they hate?
I do not hate them.
But I can not discriminate,
Or else i will be like them.
Maybe if I discriminated they wouldn't hate.
But I can't.
It is not in my nature.
None of us should hate.
But we do.
Hate, I feel it.
You feel it.
Why?
It only causes...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2012 7:58am
22nd Nov 2012 7:58am
Call me a radical
I raise my fist
and slam it forward.
I fight for hate,
to cause disorder.
I break the line,
call me a radical.
For all I fight
I have a rationale.
They steal our money,
they steal our pride.
In our own homes
we cant even hide.
They hear our talks,
they watch us walk.
They crossed the line,
call me a radical.
Alone I'm Fierce!
Together we're divine!
All for our cause,
you'll see in time.
Join this battle,
for your already involved,
we fight for freedom, ...
and slam it forward.
I fight for hate,
to cause disorder.
I break the line,
call me a radical.
For all I fight
I have a rationale.
They steal our money,
they steal our pride.
In our own homes
we cant even hide.
They hear our talks,
they watch us walk.
They crossed the line,
call me a radical.
Alone I'm Fierce!
Together we're divine!
All for our cause,
you'll see in time.
Join this battle,
for your already involved,
we fight for freedom, ...
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