Submissions by Hallucinostic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"PEACE and LOVE" is my ever groovy slogan..... and then some.
Hope
I don't know why
I keep searching for the reason,
but I think I'll try my life for one more season.
I don't want to die,
not yet for any reason,
but I hope you'll buy
these sappy things I'm saying now.
I don't usually cry
at weddings and/or funerals.
I prefer it dry
in cities even rural.
When my mother died,
I've done things out of season.
I haven't even said goodbye.
I'm hoping she can hear me now.
But as time goes by,
Life plays the same old keys,
you bet I'll try
not to sing off key.
I still don't want...
I keep searching for the reason,
but I think I'll try my life for one more season.
I don't want to die,
not yet for any reason,
but I hope you'll buy
these sappy things I'm saying now.
I don't usually cry
at weddings and/or funerals.
I prefer it dry
in cities even rural.
When my mother died,
I've done things out of season.
I haven't even said goodbye.
I'm hoping she can hear me now.
But as time goes by,
Life plays the same old keys,
you bet I'll try
not to sing off key.
I still don't want...
55 reads
9 Comments
By The River
We all walk on down the road that leads to understanding so many things.
Strode a long, cold, lonely journey to a colored land where dreams never lie.
We've all been stranded by the river,
while searching for the answer.
Restless by river,
of hope.
We all wait for that someday, the chance or a break that'll make it alright.
Most of us expect it, but for some, those days never really come around.
It's the same old story, by the river,
begging for the answer.
Wading by the river,
of hope.
We all climb different slopes as our spirit tries...
Strode a long, cold, lonely journey to a colored land where dreams never lie.
We've all been stranded by the river,
while searching for the answer.
Restless by river,
of hope.
We all wait for that someday, the chance or a break that'll make it alright.
Most of us expect it, but for some, those days never really come around.
It's the same old story, by the river,
begging for the answer.
Wading by the river,
of hope.
We all climb different slopes as our spirit tries...
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10 Comments
All Things Must Pass
I've been here for almost a lifetime,
I don't always remember where I've been.
Spent my days on pain, dreams and wine.
But does it matter what I've done?
Does it matter what I'll do?
Live life close- eyed,
I met myself along the way.
Listened to free birds and let the wind show the way.
But does it matter where I've been?
Does it matter?
When all things must pass.
Love got lost, and then it found me,
then I felt it slipping through my hands.
I met a lot of friends in the shade of a fake plastic tree.
But does it matter who...
I don't always remember where I've been.
Spent my days on pain, dreams and wine.
But does it matter what I've done?
Does it matter what I'll do?
Live life close- eyed,
I met myself along the way.
Listened to free birds and let the wind show the way.
But does it matter where I've been?
Does it matter?
When all things must pass.
Love got lost, and then it found me,
then I felt it slipping through my hands.
I met a lot of friends in the shade of a fake plastic tree.
But does it matter who...
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7 Comments
Zs
There are times when I can't remember.
Now, more often than not, I can't forget.
The heart can't relate
when the mind is screaming "Hate?!". Is this fate?
Why betray me?
Why did you leave me all alone?
Lying in bed, here on my own.
Cold will be the night without you.
These are the times when all seems so wrong.
Longer, darker nights while my faith's not strong.
My soul can't stand it,
every part of me yearns for it.
Why betray me?
Why did you leave me all alone?
Lying in bed, here on my own.
Cold will be the...
Now, more often than not, I can't forget.
The heart can't relate
when the mind is screaming "Hate?!". Is this fate?
Why betray me?
Why did you leave me all alone?
Lying in bed, here on my own.
Cold will be the night without you.
These are the times when all seems so wrong.
Longer, darker nights while my faith's not strong.
My soul can't stand it,
every part of me yearns for it.
Why betray me?
Why did you leave me all alone?
Lying in bed, here on my own.
Cold will be the...
87 reads
11 Comments
Start From Where You Stand
Look at your right side,
there's no room for truth in politics.
Greed is now the leader.
Look at your left side,
even laymen lie for sustenance.
Dishonesty is the killer.
Look at your right side,
the man's selling peace and buying
war machines.
Pay tax in the form of bloodshed.
Look at your left side,
they feed them guns and grow as
patriots. (so-called)
Come back dead and you're a hero.
Look at your right side,
one religion screams "we're the one!",
while other claims that they are.
Look at your left...
there's no room for truth in politics.
Greed is now the leader.
Look at your left side,
even laymen lie for sustenance.
Dishonesty is the killer.
Look at your right side,
the man's selling peace and buying
war machines.
Pay tax in the form of bloodshed.
Look at your left side,
they feed them guns and grow as
patriots. (so-called)
Come back dead and you're a hero.
Look at your right side,
one religion screams "we're the one!",
while other claims that they are.
Look at your left...
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8 Comments
Live
Keep your distance away from the razor.
You don't really want to do this, I know.
Shed all tears, shed out time, seek the meaning.
A child, though a wayward, has a right here to stay.
The world did hurt you.
Scars and burns tell no lie.
And it's harder to heal the wounds within.
The ghost still haunts you,
for the years and the tears you did hide.
But they don't know it.
Make them all know it.
Live.
If in the morrow there's still sorrow, I will be there.
I don't mind if he saves some for me.
I'll be your candle even if the...
You don't really want to do this, I know.
Shed all tears, shed out time, seek the meaning.
A child, though a wayward, has a right here to stay.
The world did hurt you.
Scars and burns tell no lie.
And it's harder to heal the wounds within.
The ghost still haunts you,
for the years and the tears you did hide.
But they don't know it.
Make them all know it.
Live.
If in the morrow there's still sorrow, I will be there.
I don't mind if he saves some for me.
I'll be your candle even if the...
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8 Comments
Invisible
You've seen it all fall down,
when you're with me.
Don't blame it on yourself,
we'll make them all believe.
That we can rebuild a world,
and leave it all behind.
We'll sing our songs aloud,
and show they're oh so blind.
Your sadness comes and goes,
and comes back home again.
We'll rummage through the wreck,
and look for all we can mend.
I'll be hearing you,
neither of us needs a change.
Be seeing better days,
and reading the same page.
I know our visions clash,
we see nevertheless.
Remember all your past,...
when you're with me.
Don't blame it on yourself,
we'll make them all believe.
That we can rebuild a world,
and leave it all behind.
We'll sing our songs aloud,
and show they're oh so blind.
Your sadness comes and goes,
and comes back home again.
We'll rummage through the wreck,
and look for all we can mend.
I'll be hearing you,
neither of us needs a change.
Be seeing better days,
and reading the same page.
I know our visions clash,
we see nevertheless.
Remember all your past,...
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17 Comments
B/W
It seems as though,
he really wants to know what "life" is,
what it's all about.
Laid so low,
in the afterglow of his mourning.
A boy in shame,
each day's the same,
all his morrows are binded by sorrow.
"Comfort me", this he said to me in his silence.
Created a free world,
there he can never be so alone,
always intoned.
In a reverie where even "Misery" smiles at him.
He really wanna understand why?
If a blind man can see,
why can't he feel that he's been living in colours.
If this can never be, ...
he really wants to know what "life" is,
what it's all about.
Laid so low,
in the afterglow of his mourning.
A boy in shame,
each day's the same,
all his morrows are binded by sorrow.
"Comfort me", this he said to me in his silence.
Created a free world,
there he can never be so alone,
always intoned.
In a reverie where even "Misery" smiles at him.
He really wanna understand why?
If a blind man can see,
why can't he feel that he's been living in colours.
If this can never be, ...
74 reads
4 Comments
Sympathy
He waged a war with the world,
somehow he really wants to change it.
Those things that left him feeling cold,
tells him to be so cynical.
Can we blame him for the way that he feels?
Somehow we're very much like him.
Can you see him in you?
Can you see him?
She said goodbye to the world,
she's a girl with a dumb-blonde hair-do.
Took a lot of pills, did the works,
so sick and tired of being lonely.
Can we blame her for the way that she feels?
Somehow we're very much like her.
Have you seen her?
She never lived...
somehow he really wants to change it.
Those things that left him feeling cold,
tells him to be so cynical.
Can we blame him for the way that he feels?
Somehow we're very much like him.
Can you see him in you?
Can you see him?
She said goodbye to the world,
she's a girl with a dumb-blonde hair-do.
Took a lot of pills, did the works,
so sick and tired of being lonely.
Can we blame her for the way that she feels?
Somehow we're very much like her.
Have you seen her?
She never lived...
72 reads
4 Comments
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