Submissions by Gonzo69 (AnthonyHendrix)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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L.S.D.
I am no longer trapped in my head,
My mind is now in the world around me.
Looking down, I can see my arms breathe--
Glowing clear energy flowing in and out
Of them as I struggle to understand.
I don't feel oneness with the universe,
Just anxiety over my walls melting.
I keep trying to make it to the
Fridge to grab a beer but I always
End up on the wrong side of the kitchen.
I must of lost track of my movements and
Now I'm lost in my own fucking home. ...
My mind is now in the world around me.
Looking down, I can see my arms breathe--
Glowing clear energy flowing in and out
Of them as I struggle to understand.
I don't feel oneness with the universe,
Just anxiety over my walls melting.
I keep trying to make it to the
Fridge to grab a beer but I always
End up on the wrong side of the kitchen.
I must of lost track of my movements and
Now I'm lost in my own fucking home. ...
69 reads
6 Comments
Amber
You ran away at eighteen--
From youself and
From your tragic past.
You found yourself while
Dancing alongside a pole
With money all around you.
Never desired the way you deserved,
You became the epitamy of desire.
You spin, slip, and strip--
Lights flashing in your eyes
Making you glow for those alone.
You hide the deep razor cuts and
Bruises on your arms with heavy make up.
You put on the fake smile and
Play the part like a professional.
You act as if you're all he...
From youself and
From your tragic past.
You found yourself while
Dancing alongside a pole
With money all around you.
Never desired the way you deserved,
You became the epitamy of desire.
You spin, slip, and strip--
Lights flashing in your eyes
Making you glow for those alone.
You hide the deep razor cuts and
Bruises on your arms with heavy make up.
You put on the fake smile and
Play the part like a professional.
You act as if you're all he...
53 reads
14 Comments
Laissez Tomber Les Filles
I looked across the table at her,
Wondering what she was thinking.
Then, shook my head at a memory of
A girl that broke my heart long ago.
She fidgeted in confusion and anger.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
“As much as I could love any girl”, I said.
“Why can’t you just say yes”, she pried?
“I’m not the person for you”, I replied.
“I’m tired of trying so hard”, she fired.
“I wish you didn’t love me”, I sighed.
“Did you have to cheat on me?” she cried.
I didn’t answer. I just looked down.
She took a deep breath...
Wondering what she was thinking.
Then, shook my head at a memory of
A girl that broke my heart long ago.
She fidgeted in confusion and anger.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
“As much as I could love any girl”, I said.
“Why can’t you just say yes”, she pried?
“I’m not the person for you”, I replied.
“I’m tired of trying so hard”, she fired.
“I wish you didn’t love me”, I sighed.
“Did you have to cheat on me?” she cried.
I didn’t answer. I just looked down.
She took a deep breath...
65 reads
8 Comments
Not a Love Story
I think about you all the time.
I wonder if you ever think of me.
This is not a love story.
You say you find
Pleasure in pain,
So do I.
You think you're
Headed nowhere,
So am I.
You have to fight to
Know the love is real,
So do I.
You tell me
You're dead inside,
So am I.
You told me you don't find
Too much pleasure In a kiss,
Neither do I.
When I met you,
You wore a black dress--
Bags under your eyes and
Bruises on your arms.
I knew what I was getting into.
I wanted...
I wonder if you ever think of me.
This is not a love story.
You say you find
Pleasure in pain,
So do I.
You think you're
Headed nowhere,
So am I.
You have to fight to
Know the love is real,
So do I.
You tell me
You're dead inside,
So am I.
You told me you don't find
Too much pleasure In a kiss,
Neither do I.
When I met you,
You wore a black dress--
Bags under your eyes and
Bruises on your arms.
I knew what I was getting into.
I wanted...
131 reads
10 Comments
Below My Window
I looked below--
One story down and
A world away.
I was coked out,
Watching my friends
Trip in the back yard
While smoking a cig and
Peering out of my window.
I could see cars driving by
On the streets beyond the
Fence that reminded me of
The real world-- my friends
Reminded me of the fantasy.
I told them things I
Thought they wanted to hear--
The good in thier essences ...
One story down and
A world away.
I was coked out,
Watching my friends
Trip in the back yard
While smoking a cig and
Peering out of my window.
I could see cars driving by
On the streets beyond the
Fence that reminded me of
The real world-- my friends
Reminded me of the fantasy.
I told them things I
Thought they wanted to hear--
The good in thier essences ...
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8 Comments
A World Without Hope
City streets filled
With degradation--
Sadomasochists,
Sodomists, and
Sadistic bastards
All around us.
A chemical fog
Turned what was
Left of our days into
An eternal night.
We roam, lost in our
Apathy, quivering and
Shivering--no prayers.
Cults of religious fanatics
Try to convince us there is
Something better waiting ...
With degradation--
Sadomasochists,
Sodomists, and
Sadistic bastards
All around us.
A chemical fog
Turned what was
Left of our days into
An eternal night.
We roam, lost in our
Apathy, quivering and
Shivering--no prayers.
Cults of religious fanatics
Try to convince us there is
Something better waiting ...
81 reads
12 Comments
Sewer Kids
The sewer kids live
Beneath the streets of
Bogota, Colombia,
Suspended three feet
Above a river of shit
On make shift beds.
Due to an excess of
"feral children",
Death squads were
Hired by the rich
In the name of
"Social cleansing".
So they went below,
Only to come out at
Night to scrounge up
What they can.
They smoke a mixture of
Chemicals and crack,
Taking the good feelings
Left for them to have.
Never knowing better,
They live like that--...
Beneath the streets of
Bogota, Colombia,
Suspended three feet
Above a river of shit
On make shift beds.
Due to an excess of
"feral children",
Death squads were
Hired by the rich
In the name of
"Social cleansing".
So they went below,
Only to come out at
Night to scrounge up
What they can.
They smoke a mixture of
Chemicals and crack,
Taking the good feelings
Left for them to have.
Never knowing better,
They live like that--...
64 reads
6 Comments
Her Words
When I read
Her words,
I’m no longer
Numb.
A million
Fucking miles
Away, she still
Puts a smile
On my face.
She talks dirty
Better than
Any other
Girl I know,
All the while
Writing these
Love poems
That make me
Believe it could
Be true.
Mystery is a
Motherfucker
For a dreamer
Like me and
Her’s is the
Best I know.
She is like a
Star in the night
Seen through a
Smoke screen--
Fire through
Rose colored
Glasses.
She is
Pure beauty,...
Her words,
I’m no longer
Numb.
A million
Fucking miles
Away, she still
Puts a smile
On my face.
She talks dirty
Better than
Any other
Girl I know,
All the while
Writing these
Love poems
That make me
Believe it could
Be true.
Mystery is a
Motherfucker
For a dreamer
Like me and
Her’s is the
Best I know.
She is like a
Star in the night
Seen through a
Smoke screen--
Fire through
Rose colored
Glasses.
She is
Pure beauty,...
186 reads
15 Comments
Narcotic Rant
I got a phone
Full of names I
Don’t know--
Girls I can’t
Remember and
Nights won’t
Remember.
I lost count of the
Drinks I’ve drank
Long the fuck ago.
...
Full of names I
Don’t know--
Girls I can’t
Remember and
Nights won’t
Remember.
I lost count of the
Drinks I’ve drank
Long the fuck ago.
...
79 reads
8 Comments
Rx
Rx means a
Good time.
Rx means
Potency.
Rx for my
Sanity.
Rx for some
Focus.
Rx in a
Bump,
Rx in a
Shot.
Rx makes
My heart
Beat,
Rx makes
My mind
Race.
Rx keeps
My doctor
Rich,
Rx keeps
My grades
Up.
Rx paves
The way,
Rx drags
Me down.
Rx kills whats
Left of me,
Rx ruins whats
Left for me.
Rx or nothing.
Sobriety doesn't
Mix with our
Society.
Good time.
Rx means
Potency.
Rx for my
Sanity.
Rx for some
Focus.
Rx in a
Bump,
Rx in a
Shot.
Rx makes
My heart
Beat,
Rx makes
My mind
Race.
Rx keeps
My doctor
Rich,
Rx keeps
My grades
Up.
Rx paves
The way,
Rx drags
Me down.
Rx kills whats
Left of me,
Rx ruins whats
Left for me.
Rx or nothing.
Sobriety doesn't
Mix with our
Society.
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12 Comments
C.I.A. Call Girl
The year was 1957 and
I honestly can’t remember
What month it was.
I was heading back home from
My job working on a fishing boat.
I decided to stop at a bar and
Grab a few drinks before I
Made the trek on home.
I saw this amazing looking
Girl sitting at the other
End of the bar and she
Kept giving me the eyes.
I...
I honestly can’t remember
What month it was.
I was heading back home from
My job working on a fishing boat.
I decided to stop at a bar and
Grab a few drinks before I
Made the trek on home.
I saw this amazing looking
Girl sitting at the other
End of the bar and she
Kept giving me the eyes.
I...
99 reads
10 Comments
Twenty-One
Cigs, Cigs,
Cigs, all the
Cigs, they
Get me
Through my
Days.
I enjoy the
Sound of pills
Rattling in a
Freshly filled
Script.
Adderall
Gets me
Moving and
Xanax
Floats me
Back Down
To my
Pillow.
Day turns to
Night and I
Can’t feel the
Difference--
Just one
Continuous
Comatose
State I can’t ...
Cigs, all the
Cigs, they
Get me
Through my
Days.
I enjoy the
Sound of pills
Rattling in a
Freshly filled
Script.
Adderall
Gets me
Moving and
Xanax
Floats me
Back Down
To my
Pillow.
Day turns to
Night and I
Can’t feel the
Difference--
Just one
Continuous
Comatose
State I can’t ...
119 reads
10 Comments
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