Submissions by hungrypan74 (LyricofAngst)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't know about a poet. I think that appellation belongs to honored individuals; past present and future. If I achieve something, "Poetic," then I have accomplished something amazing. I am passionate about many things.
Riddle me this, if you wish.
I sit here and fumble with the keys
Hoping that somehow, they'll speak thru me
Kinda like an, "Ouija-Board,"
Hoping that something will come forward
Possess my soul
Speak an, Oracle
Why do we attempt to rise to heights unimagined
When history revealed, we usually descend into the fathomless
Pits of despair
Fits that are contrary
Even if we become great intellectualist
We walk hand in hand with madness
Why does sadness envelop our souls
Choke-slam us
Put us out with a choke-hold
Forces pulling us down...
Hoping that somehow, they'll speak thru me
Kinda like an, "Ouija-Board,"
Hoping that something will come forward
Possess my soul
Speak an, Oracle
Why do we attempt to rise to heights unimagined
When history revealed, we usually descend into the fathomless
Pits of despair
Fits that are contrary
Even if we become great intellectualist
We walk hand in hand with madness
Why does sadness envelop our souls
Choke-slam us
Put us out with a choke-hold
Forces pulling us down...
75 reads
2 Comments
The Hurt
I've got this heaviness
Pressing-down unrelentlessly
Upon my heart
Blowing it up
Eventually
Shredding it
Leaving shards
So if at times I lash-out and cut
Please don't take it personal
It's not against you
You're beautiful
And to me, mean the world
It's just that sometimes
The hurt
Sometimes the pain
Sometimes I remember, the former things
And it comes again
You've married a man, that has a past
And who like you, my dear wife
Had love that was smashed
Cause the finger upon which you put my ring...
Pressing-down unrelentlessly
Upon my heart
Blowing it up
Eventually
Shredding it
Leaving shards
So if at times I lash-out and cut
Please don't take it personal
It's not against you
You're beautiful
And to me, mean the world
It's just that sometimes
The hurt
Sometimes the pain
Sometimes I remember, the former things
And it comes again
You've married a man, that has a past
And who like you, my dear wife
Had love that was smashed
Cause the finger upon which you put my ring...
131 reads
2 Comments
Anal beads will do the trick
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440 reads
4 Comments
Eros, within our heart
This earth spins and twirls
1,040 miles per hour
Creating gravity, that keeps us all firmly planted to this world
We see, day and night
Night and day
Sun comes up, and then goes away
In 23.93 hours this all happens, they say
This is an amazing thing
But something infinately, and amazingly more far-reaching still
Is
How
Our hearts beat in our chest
Separately
But as one
Per our request
Creating a magnetism that keeps us bound
Within each others arms
Safe and sound
No-one...
1,040 miles per hour
Creating gravity, that keeps us all firmly planted to this world
We see, day and night
Night and day
Sun comes up, and then goes away
In 23.93 hours this all happens, they say
This is an amazing thing
But something infinately, and amazingly more far-reaching still
Is
How
Our hearts beat in our chest
Separately
But as one
Per our request
Creating a magnetism that keeps us bound
Within each others arms
Safe and sound
No-one...
85 reads
2 Comments
Obama's ode to America.
I am," Your Furahh," I am a thief Feed on all that is yours, and as long as you allow, I'll keep taking I am, "Your Furahh," I don't give a shit about all that you, Americans hold sacred I'm gonna see you, see into, can you see me, you can never see me, here I am, peek-a-boo I have a confesshin, I don't do my viewing of you for your protection ...
72 reads
0 Comments
Materialization of thought-forms from the within the Heart.
Every word that we've spoken, had its origination from somewhere deep within us
Deep within us, in that, "Vast Ocean,"
That ocean that is always churning and creating Something
That, "Vast Ocean," of emotion and thought-forms
Then it begins the process of, Materializing into something tangible
It begins as a feeling, then proceeds on into becoming a life form that you're aware of, in your chest and you can usually discern as to what shape it is
It is then felt in the thorax desiring to be uttered
But this we must know, that the words...
Deep within us, in that, "Vast Ocean,"
That ocean that is always churning and creating Something
That, "Vast Ocean," of emotion and thought-forms
Then it begins the process of, Materializing into something tangible
It begins as a feeling, then proceeds on into becoming a life form that you're aware of, in your chest and you can usually discern as to what shape it is
It is then felt in the thorax desiring to be uttered
But this we must know, that the words...
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0 Comments
Darkness Comes in my room at Night.
Sometime I'd like to transcend, this fucked-up place
See the worlds thru the, "Gods," eyes
So much appeal in their distance
Disconnectedness
Their nine worlds away
Sometime I'd like to peel the skin from my external face
Watch the real me emerge, as this illusion, fades away
Watch all that we think exists
Disappear from this plain
Sometime I'd like to trans-descend to the abode of, "Hel,"
And taste the sights and smells
Hear the nightmares they have to tell
Lately in my dreams at night
This realm to me is being...
See the worlds thru the, "Gods," eyes
So much appeal in their distance
Disconnectedness
Their nine worlds away
Sometime I'd like to peel the skin from my external face
Watch the real me emerge, as this illusion, fades away
Watch all that we think exists
Disappear from this plain
Sometime I'd like to trans-descend to the abode of, "Hel,"
And taste the sights and smells
Hear the nightmares they have to tell
Lately in my dreams at night
This realm to me is being...
101 reads
9 Comments
U.F.C (Ultimate f**king Championship)
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611 reads
6 Comments
Introspection thru Experience.
Walking the line-
Tearing away everything that holds me down-
Analyze-
Scrutinize-
Search myself, until I realize-
Realigned-
Just in time-
Didn't see the future nearing-
That would have been my demise-
Paralyzed-
But it opened my eyes-
Needed the slap in the face-
To get me back-
To walking the line-
To get me back to doing, what I should have done, the whole time-
Head-strong-
Almost did me in-
Thought it a good quality-
Not always my friend-
Listening-
Better to sit and listen-
Gain wisdom-
Than to open...
Tearing away everything that holds me down-
Analyze-
Scrutinize-
Search myself, until I realize-
Realigned-
Just in time-
Didn't see the future nearing-
That would have been my demise-
Paralyzed-
But it opened my eyes-
Needed the slap in the face-
To get me back-
To walking the line-
To get me back to doing, what I should have done, the whole time-
Head-strong-
Almost did me in-
Thought it a good quality-
Not always my friend-
Listening-
Better to sit and listen-
Gain wisdom-
Than to open...
72 reads
2 Comments
Jaded Love
She commands forces-
She demands sources-
To know where you're coming from-
She puts up fences-
And is always defensive-
Cause somebody's tore her down-
She needs more than just, "You're Pretty,"-
To give her assurance-
Cause long ago, someone told her that, but made her feel shitty-
She's been jilted by lying eyes-
Heard all the alibis-
So treat her good my friend, or she'll sever ties-
She's been broken-
She's been broken-
So you want get to far if you treat her wrong-
Cause she's done with hoping-
She needs a strong...
She demands sources-
To know where you're coming from-
She puts up fences-
And is always defensive-
Cause somebody's tore her down-
She needs more than just, "You're Pretty,"-
To give her assurance-
Cause long ago, someone told her that, but made her feel shitty-
She's been jilted by lying eyes-
Heard all the alibis-
So treat her good my friend, or she'll sever ties-
She's been broken-
She's been broken-
So you want get to far if you treat her wrong-
Cause she's done with hoping-
She needs a strong...
111 reads
7 Comments
The Twilight.
Where do we go from here, how do we know-
Maybe I've written my last poem-
Sowed the last of my wild oats-
What do we do when we see the roads end-
Made our last friend-
Think of all the bridges burned-
And friends with whom we didn't make amends-
When the twilight beckons-
And all the songs we hear, incites reminiscence-
Where do we go from here, I'm not the only one-
Cause inside we all know this, and share a common-bond-
When the photographs in the scrap-book take on that old worn-out look-
Seems like a lifetime ago, but you...
Maybe I've written my last poem-
Sowed the last of my wild oats-
What do we do when we see the roads end-
Made our last friend-
Think of all the bridges burned-
And friends with whom we didn't make amends-
When the twilight beckons-
And all the songs we hear, incites reminiscence-
Where do we go from here, I'm not the only one-
Cause inside we all know this, and share a common-bond-
When the photographs in the scrap-book take on that old worn-out look-
Seems like a lifetime ago, but you...
113 reads
1 Comment
Magick.
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0 Comments
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