Submissions by Allen_crown
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want to become a rising star and show everyone my skills in the written word area.
Off the rails:
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Oscularis Infame
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She Probably Has A Boyfriend.
She Probably Has A Boyfriend.
"Hello, I'm that creep that posted something on your new picture last week.
Why haven't you gotten back to me?"
If you think that is creepy, then you are right.
I you think that is exaggerated, you must not have been to the Internet before.
I can not imagine what it would be like, to be a woman and surfing the web.
I can not imagine, what it would feel like to see the comment, "babe I love you" at least ten times per day.
Or "girl you're so pretty", for every picture you upload.
I...
"Hello, I'm that creep that posted something on your new picture last week.
Why haven't you gotten back to me?"
If you think that is creepy, then you are right.
I you think that is exaggerated, you must not have been to the Internet before.
I can not imagine what it would be like, to be a woman and surfing the web.
I can not imagine, what it would feel like to see the comment, "babe I love you" at least ten times per day.
Or "girl you're so pretty", for every picture you upload.
I...
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Overly Attached Boyfriend (a manifesto of my fears.)
Maybe, I should just strap a bandanna around my forehead like a hippie.
To stop this scratching and let it heal.
Because it's itching on my brain,
is this the way of how I feel?
For there are butterflies in my stomach and I have lost my appetite.
I'm afraid that I'm too clingy,
but it felt like we were tight.
Am I right?
Maybe I'm just paranoid, or preparing for the worst.
When will I learn to fight?
I flee before the final act.
Call for the curtains, over stage fright.
I love you, that I'm sure of.
But I'm too poor to buy new...
To stop this scratching and let it heal.
Because it's itching on my brain,
is this the way of how I feel?
For there are butterflies in my stomach and I have lost my appetite.
I'm afraid that I'm too clingy,
but it felt like we were tight.
Am I right?
Maybe I'm just paranoid, or preparing for the worst.
When will I learn to fight?
I flee before the final act.
Call for the curtains, over stage fright.
I love you, that I'm sure of.
But I'm too poor to buy new...
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A world between Internet and reality
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Black sludge, drips from the pen, onto the canvas.
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The witch who wanted to play god.
"They come alive." She says, as she strikes the paper with her brush, redefining painting.
Anna has a lot of imagination and her drawings are amazing .
They seem to come alive, when the light hits them in the right way.
She defines new species of creatures, almost every day.
She sits in her room drawing a new world, a new planet, a new earth.
She's fed up with this ugly world,
it's time for a rebirth.
Close the world, txen eht nepO.
Anna has a lot of imagination and her drawings are amazing .
They seem to come alive, when the light hits them in the right way.
She defines new species of creatures, almost every day.
She sits in her room drawing a new world, a new planet, a new earth.
She's fed up with this ugly world,
it's time for a rebirth.
Close the world, txen eht nepO.
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molecule for molecule
Daily I meet new people.
Daily a new victim, who I will subject to heavy analyses, who I will break down molecule for molecule,
till I reach there core and see their real face.
Because humans are only just monsters, day in day out dressed up like it's Halloween.
A pack of wolves in sheep clothing, where I as a snake slither between their stamping feet.
Ears open, nose held high, my clear minds eye observes their behaviors en my sweet tongue copies their words.
Too which they later will listen to as though they were hypnotized.
Under the company of these...
Daily a new victim, who I will subject to heavy analyses, who I will break down molecule for molecule,
till I reach there core and see their real face.
Because humans are only just monsters, day in day out dressed up like it's Halloween.
A pack of wolves in sheep clothing, where I as a snake slither between their stamping feet.
Ears open, nose held high, my clear minds eye observes their behaviors en my sweet tongue copies their words.
Too which they later will listen to as though they were hypnotized.
Under the company of these...
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Say priest, what do you think you're doing:
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A clever girl once told me, good poetry can do without a title, it makes the poem ambiguous
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maar priester, wat doet u nou?
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THE WHOLE WORLD IS on Facebook/ #FlyAway:
Do you think I am not testing you?
Please think again.
Don't stop thinking, don't you...
DARE!
*I glare*
Why did you stop?
Who told you to?
Who said, that I was done with you.
I haven't found your button yet...
To restart your brain.
You maybe thought, you had me all figured out.
Well sir,
I call you INSANE.
A first impression is good.
But I bet things have changed,
since you looked away.
I'll give it one more day...
You'll come back to me...
You'll revise your opinion, just wait and...
Please think again.
Don't stop thinking, don't you...
DARE!
*I glare*
Why did you stop?
Who told you to?
Who said, that I was done with you.
I haven't found your button yet...
To restart your brain.
You maybe thought, you had me all figured out.
Well sir,
I call you INSANE.
A first impression is good.
But I bet things have changed,
since you looked away.
I'll give it one more day...
You'll come back to me...
You'll revise your opinion, just wait and...
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