Submissions by twurminator
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Hunted down
Those aren't footsteps,
And that's not work.
This is it, a miserable failure.
The very best program.
Resurrect the beautiful jewel.
Excuse me excuse me, hello hello!
I am your guide.
You'll be sleeping here tonight.
This is bound to happen.
What did you just see?
Stay in the lines or get hunted down.
Poachers are natures way of keeping the balance.
And that's not work.
This is it, a miserable failure.
The very best program.
Resurrect the beautiful jewel.
Excuse me excuse me, hello hello!
I am your guide.
You'll be sleeping here tonight.
This is bound to happen.
What did you just see?
Stay in the lines or get hunted down.
Poachers are natures way of keeping the balance.
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What are you writing for?
If I ever fell back
I would have thought it was a relapse,
Growing older by the dime bags.
Except that's 20 and I'm 7 years past that.
Is it easy as they say or are you afraid of your self?
Stand up for your rights, or sit down and write.
I would have thought it was a relapse,
Growing older by the dime bags.
Except that's 20 and I'm 7 years past that.
Is it easy as they say or are you afraid of your self?
Stand up for your rights, or sit down and write.
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Stuck
Stuck in a world where I can never sleep.
A place where I never make choices.
Starring madly at the ceiling waiting for an answer.
Who will ever have the time?
Maybe we are lifeless and a dull breed.
Just sometimes I'd like to keep going and not think.
Some have fallen and most are still drifting.
A psychotic stroll around the house...
Living in the now because it's not what I dreamed of...
I cannot live a life time without conclusions.
A place where I never make choices.
Starring madly at the ceiling waiting for an answer.
Who will ever have the time?
Maybe we are lifeless and a dull breed.
Just sometimes I'd like to keep going and not think.
Some have fallen and most are still drifting.
A psychotic stroll around the house...
Living in the now because it's not what I dreamed of...
I cannot live a life time without conclusions.
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Empty hearts and cob webbed wallets
It's the illusion that shines through the curtains...
It's what gets me up in the morning...
A constant reminder that I am free to choose my deadline...
The biggest problem to have are no problems at all.
Around here empty hearts and cob webbed wallets go hand in hand..
It's what gets me up in the morning...
A constant reminder that I am free to choose my deadline...
The biggest problem to have are no problems at all.
Around here empty hearts and cob webbed wallets go hand in hand..
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Speaking in code
Qs and As between U and I,
As we peel back the curtains.
Behind the scenes speaking in code,
It's a VIP for two persons.
Like old black n white movies,
The time passes by in choppy frames.
If there was time to kill and weed to grow,
Id cash it in for change.
As we peel back the curtains.
Behind the scenes speaking in code,
It's a VIP for two persons.
Like old black n white movies,
The time passes by in choppy frames.
If there was time to kill and weed to grow,
Id cash it in for change.
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Back to the drawing board
The sky showers down a hundred wishes upon a star.
I go inside the house and close the blinds.
The air is almost as polluted as my infested soul.
I smoke till I cough just for the joy of gasping for air.
Goals and achievements just become where abouts,
And hard work gets you nothing but more hard work.
They always wanna say they know how to rule the world.
While the honest man kicks up dust until he's buried alive.
Back to thee ol' drawing board with nothing but erasers.
Times are hard, but hard times are saviors.
I go inside the house and close the blinds.
The air is almost as polluted as my infested soul.
I smoke till I cough just for the joy of gasping for air.
Goals and achievements just become where abouts,
And hard work gets you nothing but more hard work.
They always wanna say they know how to rule the world.
While the honest man kicks up dust until he's buried alive.
Back to thee ol' drawing board with nothing but erasers.
Times are hard, but hard times are saviors.
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Alone
Oddly enough it's true
About all the things they say.
The tests of time and mismatched pieces
are quite the game to play.
A secret list of actions attacking your attention,
Just like written code or a picture set in stone.
Careless as a riddle and crazy as a genius,
Walking the path alone.
About all the things they say.
The tests of time and mismatched pieces
are quite the game to play.
A secret list of actions attacking your attention,
Just like written code or a picture set in stone.
Careless as a riddle and crazy as a genius,
Walking the path alone.
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No such thing as a hero
Falling stars are the lights way of running,
Like a math equation that goes on forever.
Simple words are more complexed,
But it was all just a lie...
Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.
Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...
You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings.
The kid in the back who kept to himself,
Is at the front of the stage and has exited left.
Like a math equation that goes on forever.
Simple words are more complexed,
But it was all just a lie...
Im the nursery rhyme you'll sing to your child.
I'm the pharphoe of explanation.
Of all the things the people whisper,
The wind echoes my name...
You probably don't have time to learn of illuminous things.
Blinded by the sun and blood spilt rings.
The kid in the back who kept to himself,
Is at the front of the stage and has exited left.
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Strangled
If footsteps echo through the halls,
How loud do you think the screams will be?
If the walls are leaking from the rain,
How many tears does it take until you drowned?
If your behind bars with no bail, how long will you stay locked inside yourself?
Closing my eyes brings nothing but pain, and the waking world haunts me as if I were frightened.
My nightmares won't stop,
they pour over into the dawn.
I accept my fate,
For their is no hope.
Soon ill be pushing up daisies,
With my own hands around my throat.
How loud do you think the screams will be?
If the walls are leaking from the rain,
How many tears does it take until you drowned?
If your behind bars with no bail, how long will you stay locked inside yourself?
Closing my eyes brings nothing but pain, and the waking world haunts me as if I were frightened.
My nightmares won't stop,
they pour over into the dawn.
I accept my fate,
For their is no hope.
Soon ill be pushing up daisies,
With my own hands around my throat.
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Red carpet
I was knocking at the doors of a room
full of everything you've never wanted to know.
Back tracking my own secrets,
before we've gone too far.
Not all things are mysteries,
except for the mind that worries.
The silence whispers,
As it invites me through the door.
All my lies and all my evils spot me like a celebrity on the red carpet.
Jealous eyes scatter at the sight of my curiosity.
Closing the door behind me with a sinister smirk on my face,
I give thought to the future.
This is my Valhalla.
full of everything you've never wanted to know.
Back tracking my own secrets,
before we've gone too far.
Not all things are mysteries,
except for the mind that worries.
The silence whispers,
As it invites me through the door.
All my lies and all my evils spot me like a celebrity on the red carpet.
Jealous eyes scatter at the sight of my curiosity.
Closing the door behind me with a sinister smirk on my face,
I give thought to the future.
This is my Valhalla.
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My blade
They think they're so sharp,
Yet they can't even get under our skin.
Let's roll the dice and lick our wounds,
And give a toast to criticism.
It's short n sweet
But enough to make you full.
I draw my words so quickly,
My blade makes you dull.
Yet they can't even get under our skin.
Let's roll the dice and lick our wounds,
And give a toast to criticism.
It's short n sweet
But enough to make you full.
I draw my words so quickly,
My blade makes you dull.
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Life
Life is when you thought you made the right choice.
Always meeting approvals and dead lines.
Paying your dues and bills all up front.
Its when your motivated to go to bed early.
Waking up on time before your in your mid 30s.
Staying out of trouble and getting a high GPA,
Keeping to yourself n respecting what people say.
I'm making everybody happy and following all the rules.
I've got big business ties and a gang of fools.
Three degrees of accomplishments and trophies for show,
A garden full of spirits and a place for nightmares to grow....
Always meeting approvals and dead lines.
Paying your dues and bills all up front.
Its when your motivated to go to bed early.
Waking up on time before your in your mid 30s.
Staying out of trouble and getting a high GPA,
Keeping to yourself n respecting what people say.
I'm making everybody happy and following all the rules.
I've got big business ties and a gang of fools.
Three degrees of accomplishments and trophies for show,
A garden full of spirits and a place for nightmares to grow....
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