Submissions by staggerlee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 5:40am
5th Sep 2014 5:40am
plastic truth
we are all illusionists
creating masterpieces
of self-deception.
it's up to you to make the choice
whether there is any truth in all this hype.
those enticing beauties
on magazine covers,
ask just one question.
what are you worth?
becauae someone somewhere
as gotta pay.
creating masterpieces
of self-deception.
it's up to you to make the choice
whether there is any truth in all this hype.
those enticing beauties
on magazine covers,
ask just one question.
what are you worth?
becauae someone somewhere
as gotta pay.
26 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 2:58am
26th Aug 2014 2:58am
islamic state scum
this aint going to be a nice middle class poem
full of cosy and colourful metaphors
no,this is for islamic state scum
lower than a microbe crawling around a sewer rat's bum
they are not human,not even animals
parasites have qualaties that some may like
they are the black death virus
sweeping across a nation
narrow minded delusional fools
blinded by descrection of the holy book
slaughtering beheading crucifing peaceful civilians
sending infants and children to die upon frosty hills
their brainwashed minds taught to ignore ...
full of cosy and colourful metaphors
no,this is for islamic state scum
lower than a microbe crawling around a sewer rat's bum
they are not human,not even animals
parasites have qualaties that some may like
they are the black death virus
sweeping across a nation
narrow minded delusional fools
blinded by descrection of the holy book
slaughtering beheading crucifing peaceful civilians
sending infants and children to die upon frosty hills
their brainwashed minds taught to ignore ...
42 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 4:28am
21st Aug 2014 4:28am
i want my legs back
all i want is my legs back
you can stick your honour
and you can stick your glory
you can stick your medals
and your milatry parades
i make no excuses
for the courage that i lack
i just want my bloody legs back
i dont want to hear
about no moral high ground
how we were right
they were wrong
and how victory was almost won
but it was me that signed the form
it was me that made the choice
it was me that wanted to fight
it was me that drank the beer
who laughed and cheered
with the words of the...
you can stick your honour
and you can stick your glory
you can stick your medals
and your milatry parades
i make no excuses
for the courage that i lack
i just want my bloody legs back
i dont want to hear
about no moral high ground
how we were right
they were wrong
and how victory was almost won
but it was me that signed the form
it was me that made the choice
it was me that wanted to fight
it was me that drank the beer
who laughed and cheered
with the words of the...
41 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 2:35am
15th Aug 2014 2:35am
shooting to high
She had the brain the size of a planet
That lesser minds orbited like foolish satellites
And tongue that could dessicate a man's hope
As easily as slicing onions
Why she choose me and I her
Only those that studied
The chemistry of pheromones
And the laws that govern the physics of the soul
Could solve such a equation
She was no looker
With flabby thighs and small tits
And hair that danced to an independent beat
but her voice was nectar;golden syrup
To soothe the darkness of the empty...
That lesser minds orbited like foolish satellites
And tongue that could dessicate a man's hope
As easily as slicing onions
Why she choose me and I her
Only those that studied
The chemistry of pheromones
And the laws that govern the physics of the soul
Could solve such a equation
She was no looker
With flabby thighs and small tits
And hair that danced to an independent beat
but her voice was nectar;golden syrup
To soothe the darkness of the empty...
63 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 2:07pm
11th Aug 2014 2:07pm
Salvation Blues
You don't miss your papa
Until he is slamming the gate
You don't weep for your mama
Until she lying in the grave
You don't stop drinking whiskey
Until the funds have all gone
You don't pray to Jesus
Until there's something to be won
You don't laugh
Until you fall on to your face
And all of God's children
Carry a sack of chains
You don't sing,
Until your full to the brim
You don't feel free
Until your tied to a chair
In the county jail
You can't dream
Unless you sleep
On a bed of nails
O God what have...
Until he is slamming the gate
You don't weep for your mama
Until she lying in the grave
You don't stop drinking whiskey
Until the funds have all gone
You don't pray to Jesus
Until there's something to be won
You don't laugh
Until you fall on to your face
And all of God's children
Carry a sack of chains
You don't sing,
Until your full to the brim
You don't feel free
Until your tied to a chair
In the county jail
You can't dream
Unless you sleep
On a bed of nails
O God what have...
61 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 10:58am
27th Jul 2014 10:58am
An anarchist heart
A anarchist heart,
see's no flaws.
for man was born,
true and free.
untouched
by wanton greed.
an anarchist heart,
see's only hope.
waiting for humanity
to arise from it's slumber.
and leave this sorry mess behind.
an anarchist heart
only wants only yearns for justice.
without any flag waving
or a brainwashed youth,
killing for a convenient truth.
whitewashed in a patriots cloak
and holy books.
for god is always on the victorious side.
from the oil men in texas ,
who wants...
see's no flaws.
for man was born,
true and free.
untouched
by wanton greed.
an anarchist heart,
see's only hope.
waiting for humanity
to arise from it's slumber.
and leave this sorry mess behind.
an anarchist heart
only wants only yearns for justice.
without any flag waving
or a brainwashed youth,
killing for a convenient truth.
whitewashed in a patriots cloak
and holy books.
for god is always on the victorious side.
from the oil men in texas ,
who wants...
67 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 3:30am
16th Jul 2014 3:30am
Freemen have died
All the freemen have died.
committed suicide beneath a dollar sign.
and what are we left with now.
but hungry faces everywhere pleading look at me.
i'm special i'm really quite unique.
i have something important to say.
on how i loved and lost
and pain that it instilled in my heart
I grow weary my eyes heavy with grief of banality.
I tried to free my mind,
but my ass didn't follow.
mr smith was right,
when he said "we are all parasites"
devouring the earth,
for convenience sake.
and the stink of...
committed suicide beneath a dollar sign.
and what are we left with now.
but hungry faces everywhere pleading look at me.
i'm special i'm really quite unique.
i have something important to say.
on how i loved and lost
and pain that it instilled in my heart
I grow weary my eyes heavy with grief of banality.
I tried to free my mind,
but my ass didn't follow.
mr smith was right,
when he said "we are all parasites"
devouring the earth,
for convenience sake.
and the stink of...
61 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 11:59pm
22nd Jun 2014 11:59pm
DEADLY NIGHTSHADE
D on't do it
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
(entered in acrostic comp)
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
(entered in acrostic comp)
59 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 5:39am
21st Jun 2014 5:39am
the world is not for me
No the world is not for me.
it's for suburban hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle class wives
in camaro jeeps.
No the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
it's for politicians,
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No the world is not for me.
who shouldn't...
it's for suburban hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle class wives
in camaro jeeps.
No the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
it's for politicians,
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No the world is not for me.
who shouldn't...
82 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 4:20am
17th Jun 2014 4:20am
poetry
what are poems that nobody reads?
but withered autumn leaves that shrivel up and die
and must be consigned to the garbage can of the mind.
but withered autumn leaves that shrivel up and die
and must be consigned to the garbage can of the mind.
72 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 1:58pm
10th Jun 2014 1:58pm
The city darkens
Corpulent grey skies snare the dying sun.
Casting a somber complexion upon glass and stone.
The night is falling.
With pleasure seekers and secret rendezvous meeters,
Awakened from their slumbers.
I'll keep walking,keep walking until my feet start to bleed.
And my face is a mere illusion
I pass twitchy wizards and shadow sorcerers,
Selling chemical pleasure in plastic packets.
The eternal crawling cars and glassy eyed chattering hordes,
Do not see me do not notice me.
Even the...
Casting a somber complexion upon glass and stone.
The night is falling.
With pleasure seekers and secret rendezvous meeters,
Awakened from their slumbers.
I'll keep walking,keep walking until my feet start to bleed.
And my face is a mere illusion
I pass twitchy wizards and shadow sorcerers,
Selling chemical pleasure in plastic packets.
The eternal crawling cars and glassy eyed chattering hordes,
Do not see me do not notice me.
Even the...
65 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 5:05am
1st Jun 2014 5:05am
searching
these words may only be debris.
blown by the malstrom of my mind.
empty metaphors carried on the sea of obscurity.
fishing for fragile sentences to explain the thunder and the rain.
but are we not all in the same boat,
trying to scrape the facade
man has so cruelly painted.
our egotistical lies that we nourish.
find roots in fertile soil of our fears.
flourish and flower and become our reality.
blown by the malstrom of my mind.
empty metaphors carried on the sea of obscurity.
fishing for fragile sentences to explain the thunder and the rain.
but are we not all in the same boat,
trying to scrape the facade
man has so cruelly painted.
our egotistical lies that we nourish.
find roots in fertile soil of our fears.
flourish and flower and become our reality.
88 reads
1 Comment
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