Submissions by Mo57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
TV ZOO
I see you,
and I hate you,
TV Zoo with your unashamed take on life,
I press on the remote as you make my life; quids in,
important?!?
as I have to watch
as I see it's real,
this slice of society I don't see on my working class estate..
tears and
shame..part of the game...I can't swallow my drink gameshow, the public peepshow, we all watch with 1 eye and gringe bravo...the shame the thrills,
I bring it back
it is just tv
people
society
why is it still a fucking zoo?
and I hate you,
TV Zoo with your unashamed take on life,
I press on the remote as you make my life; quids in,
important?!?
as I have to watch
as I see it's real,
this slice of society I don't see on my working class estate..
tears and
shame..part of the game...I can't swallow my drink gameshow, the public peepshow, we all watch with 1 eye and gringe bravo...the shame the thrills,
I bring it back
it is just tv
people
society
why is it still a fucking zoo?
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yoof
I have feathered light on skin,
been told more,
yet scolded,
heard the game sing, sputtered, mirrored,
but it moulded,
me,
I've been unkind, unwise, obtuse
yet learnt the truth,
of the unfettered kind,
poetry not dancing,
God stands in the shade kinda stances.
I made in my youth.
been told more,
yet scolded,
heard the game sing, sputtered, mirrored,
but it moulded,
me,
I've been unkind, unwise, obtuse
yet learnt the truth,
of the unfettered kind,
poetry not dancing,
God stands in the shade kinda stances.
I made in my youth.
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to the inspiration on DUP
She held her hands,
but still waved me away,
she showed me love,
but I was, way,
way
way
weigh
past looking
and i tucked my heart for you to never grip,
but I sat gorping, just..
me and you.
watching...away...
overcome but not unstuck,
more pierce hit,
like little trucks their little tracks i focused in...
they chose the line..my arm was your to bleed,
our Papal our Saint. Plessington
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Plessington
but still waved me away,
she showed me love,
but I was, way,
way
way
weigh
past looking
and i tucked my heart for you to never grip,
but I sat gorping, just..
me and you.
watching...away...
overcome but not unstuck,
more pierce hit,
like little trucks their little tracks i focused in...
they chose the line..my arm was your to bleed,
our Papal our Saint. Plessington
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Plessington
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the tie
Cord wasted at the seams,
seems just enough to pull us apart,
and part with gift I spit on you, I do, I do no care.
Oceans tempered by your gift and so I see; this is it,
it really is it, I spat on you.
Forevermore has burned away, 7 years we can touch,
we split the ties,
I split the ties,
holding me,
holding you,
Like her that cried wolf, I am her new born son,
I split the ties,
I split the ties,
I split the ties,
I know, I am far too late.
Beckon beckons all do hail,
I gave my life and soul...
seems just enough to pull us apart,
and part with gift I spit on you, I do, I do no care.
Oceans tempered by your gift and so I see; this is it,
it really is it, I spat on you.
Forevermore has burned away, 7 years we can touch,
we split the ties,
I split the ties,
holding me,
holding you,
Like her that cried wolf, I am her new born son,
I split the ties,
I split the ties,
I split the ties,
I know, I am far too late.
Beckon beckons all do hail,
I gave my life and soul...
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Poetry for you?
As i think like..
fuck me man, I'm just writing,
does Stephen King dress up as a clown killing kids when they grow up that is actually a spider thing in the film...
and how Hannibal lector actuallies marries Darling in the book..and they end happpily ever afar,
and they're just words
and you think I'm doing this so people can hear me,
and u cry thinking, no i want no-one else to notice me different...
anyone else?
fuck me man, I'm just writing,
does Stephen King dress up as a clown killing kids when they grow up that is actually a spider thing in the film...
and how Hannibal lector actuallies marries Darling in the book..and they end happpily ever afar,
and they're just words
and you think I'm doing this so people can hear me,
and u cry thinking, no i want no-one else to notice me different...
anyone else?
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*the published diaries of consenting desperation*
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Dream
It is not the words which close our eyes that let us sleep,
it is our waking dream that is our voice.
it is our waking dream that is our voice.
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When will our love meet........
When we only just fell out and the inspiration you had on me,
I realise this slightly dry hill, is not mine
I'm next door..
And how to feel..can't you for leave me now I've forgotten you;
You have requested our steps…the way you kissed and my hand so near my own lips
I was,
And there underneath the light fronting the garden; I reminded myself not to keep on.
You only showed your back,
didn't I show all to you?
Surely I did else we wouldn't be
here;
now.
I said the door was open as i entered…73 seconds later you came in,...
I realise this slightly dry hill, is not mine
I'm next door..
And how to feel..can't you for leave me now I've forgotten you;
You have requested our steps…the way you kissed and my hand so near my own lips
I was,
And there underneath the light fronting the garden; I reminded myself not to keep on.
You only showed your back,
didn't I show all to you?
Surely I did else we wouldn't be
here;
now.
I said the door was open as i entered…73 seconds later you came in,...
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you to me
dream,
steal,
burn a part of me,
cut,
work,
tear my half from me,
bow,
cry,
want a bit of me,
lie,
take,
steal away from me.
steal,
burn a part of me,
cut,
work,
tear my half from me,
bow,
cry,
want a bit of me,
lie,
take,
steal away from me.
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The deeper sense of us
To see,
the world in troubled state
is our
perpetual,emotion.
To you
yourself,
I dream of you,
in,
which I call devotion.
And with our shaking
d-r-e-a-m-s,
rises
SHOWDOWN and
I don't know..some kinda motion
And touch
is weak
a claim to fame
I HATE your encroachment
we met in mind
and fought a lot
but we found each other
in proportion
but then we let our fight infect
and sink
in God's unfogiving
ocean
the world in troubled state
is our
perpetual,emotion.
To you
yourself,
I dream of you,
in,
which I call devotion.
And with our shaking
d-r-e-a-m-s,
rises
SHOWDOWN and
I don't know..some kinda motion
And touch
is weak
a claim to fame
I HATE your encroachment
we met in mind
and fought a lot
but we found each other
in proportion
but then we let our fight infect
and sink
in God's unfogiving
ocean
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peaceful days
See through this thrombus,
A second more's our plus,
What derivate demise you march,
Stella warning, shattered touch.
STOP!
oh
no
no
way.
CONTINUE:
Devil taking word sippng covenant of me,
you still can’t get high or screw,
you just can't fucking be;
God don’t touch your shoulder more,
you ain't the chosen one,
Sins are cast from the same old net,
from father to son.
A second more's our plus,
What derivate demise you march,
Stella warning, shattered touch.
STOP!
oh
no
no
way.
CONTINUE:
Devil taking word sippng covenant of me,
you still can’t get high or screw,
you just can't fucking be;
God don’t touch your shoulder more,
you ain't the chosen one,
Sins are cast from the same old net,
from father to son.
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Homengym
Flair, flare,
and light the way with style; I see polka dots burn into hot spots, of lightly frayed what if what nots.
Stair, stare,
just let me rise without your eyes tripping me, pass on the pipe and we'll both see what you're giving me, stitch my patchwork please continue as it's meant to be.
Steal, steel,
our temperted time taken in a blaze, as it leaves my soul and drips my passing pain, our industry tonight in smoke is plain; to build this temple of inhale.
Night, knight,
the darkness settles beneath my heavy...
and light the way with style; I see polka dots burn into hot spots, of lightly frayed what if what nots.
Stair, stare,
just let me rise without your eyes tripping me, pass on the pipe and we'll both see what you're giving me, stitch my patchwork please continue as it's meant to be.
Steal, steel,
our temperted time taken in a blaze, as it leaves my soul and drips my passing pain, our industry tonight in smoke is plain; to build this temple of inhale.
Night, knight,
the darkness settles beneath my heavy...
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