Submissions by Ace_Avery (Clint Avery)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words are my life. Writing poetry for 11 years. It's one of the greatest loves of mine. I have hopes of becoming a published/payed writer. Feel free to comment, or message me about my writing/questions you may have.I appreciate any interest in my work.
Hangover Status
Wasted minutes,
wasting away in a room
awaiting to be wasted
by a bottle of waste
re-used by a race wasting
all they have had
and all they will ever own.
Sold, or bargained property
to sell their sobriety
for a night of wasted memories.
Stumbling over inebriated
sentences and observations making no sense
in a state of sickness.
Brown beer bottles drained
down the hatch of a bomb shelter
stomach containing it all inside
until its capacity is blown wide open.
A spoiled meal of mess in a urinal...
wasting away in a room
awaiting to be wasted
by a bottle of waste
re-used by a race wasting
all they have had
and all they will ever own.
Sold, or bargained property
to sell their sobriety
for a night of wasted memories.
Stumbling over inebriated
sentences and observations making no sense
in a state of sickness.
Brown beer bottles drained
down the hatch of a bomb shelter
stomach containing it all inside
until its capacity is blown wide open.
A spoiled meal of mess in a urinal...
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A Dollar's Worth
I wait for her in the shining light,
the full moon,
its bright face
peering through the open window,
she enters our bedroom,
falling into my forgiving arms.
We stand silent,
staring into each others crying eyes;
tears stain the black marble floor.
Her trembling lips;
a hard passion left behind.
A familiar kiss that heals the wounds;
her whistled past.
So many shivering nights,
hunted by the predator after her
last dance.
Ravaged behind the alley,
raped of her free will,
tattered bills of...
the full moon,
its bright face
peering through the open window,
she enters our bedroom,
falling into my forgiving arms.
We stand silent,
staring into each others crying eyes;
tears stain the black marble floor.
Her trembling lips;
a hard passion left behind.
A familiar kiss that heals the wounds;
her whistled past.
So many shivering nights,
hunted by the predator after her
last dance.
Ravaged behind the alley,
raped of her free will,
tattered bills of...
235 reads
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A Blanket of Flesh
For so long I have sat
in this broken chair,
wood splintered
from the troublesome weight
of such burdens I hold
deep within my chest.
The sheer frailty of the chair’s legs
haunts me,
each moment drags on
and on;
I fear its last days of strength
have passed by
and all I shall be left with
is kindling for the fire.
My numb limbs will be
thawed in time
by the blaze inside my heart still
flickering.
I imagine I will sit here,
staring
into the embers to find a meaning
as to why my blood...
in this broken chair,
wood splintered
from the troublesome weight
of such burdens I hold
deep within my chest.
The sheer frailty of the chair’s legs
haunts me,
each moment drags on
and on;
I fear its last days of strength
have passed by
and all I shall be left with
is kindling for the fire.
My numb limbs will be
thawed in time
by the blaze inside my heart still
flickering.
I imagine I will sit here,
staring
into the embers to find a meaning
as to why my blood...
238 reads
2 Comments
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