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Original Poetry by Mary McIntyre-Terranson Once, when my soul was truly ensconced in the west So Present and Home I saw a Timber Wolf, who In the Infinite "wisdom" of those with thumbs

Wherefore art thou? It's been much too long Since last we met My lover awaits At my window The portal to another world In his heated embrace.

I'm scared of the dark, She says. In a wave of humble confession. No, I'm terrified of it.

You ooze confidence Seeping through that sleazy smile But I know just what you are Won't fool me anymore.

You are the scumbag king The narcissistic liar Manipulative coward Embodiment of Evil. The snake that slithered Hissing secrets That led to Eve's mortal mistake.

You look at me I avert my eyes It's like avoiding staring Straight into the sun. Like I will be blinded Should I look too long.

My mind may seem like a dark place to most Full of monsters, untold horrors That are present in my artistic expressions But I do not fear the same monsters that others might. I do not fear false monsters.

In a world where we worship False prophets and pop stars Instead of praising intelligence And peace makers...

I always get asked, "Why is your poetry so serious and dark? Why don't you write about something happy?" I could be wrong on this, but aren't poets supposed to be Somewhat angsty? The world isn't all rainbows and unicorns. It has real pain and suffering Sadness, disappointment, death....Sarah Palin.

You know that feeling Deep down in your gut That tells you When something isn't right? I ignored it.

I am that dying star Hurdling through space at unimaginable speeds Leaving a trail of light in my wake I will not let you see me fall...

A zombie courted a pirate wench Upon the seven seas Decaying smiles across the miles He only wished to please.

Day and night, I ref an internal fight. Nothing seems to win, nothing loses life. Of all the thoughts and all the prizes, I never once knew what a pointless life meant.

Chosen generation. It is time. Shout your victory and let it be Mine.




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Posted By : Cody Oglesbee
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I put it all on the
line and what happens happens.
Life screws you in the ass
and just gets up and leaves.
I put friends aside
and my past life.
I forgot about things
and I changed.
I gave up my religion.
I gave up my beliefs.
I gave up all I ever wanted to be
but it wasn't good enough
and I was never there.
I was never the one to hold your hand.
I was never the perfect for your eyes.
I was always the one to close the blinds.
But still in the end,
it never mattered.
Cause life is but a fairytell
cause it always gets splattered.
I give up all for only one...
I took a leap of faith
but it was only to find a new grave.
Life doesn't matter,
your going to die soon.
My life just got splattered
so please step on me with your shoe.
It doesn't hurt anymore
because pain doesn't exist.
Emotions are gone and
love is now a list
of what once was
and now what is...
life was all a dream
and now I am pissed.
So fuck my heart and
fuck my world.
Fuck the things I always told you
because it never worked.
You made a promise
and I made one too,
we never worked it out because you never wanted too...
run away and play your game...
keep running
and find your end one day.
Run away from all that hurts,
for all there is in life
is a bucket of short words.
Nothing really matters,
nothing ever did.
Apparently now I can see the future without a kid.
No family,
no life,
no love,
no wife.
Nothing but lies
and a pocket full of prides.
I worship myself now
and I am all that matters,
I am the only thing I trust
because life is now splattered.
My friends,
my family
all ran away.
And now as a reminder you just had to say...
"goodbye, you weren't there when I needed you"
and I was always trying
but forgivness is such a bitch to you.
Its okay, I understand...
your hurt and your life is worse...
I never had a father that even cared
but that is my curse.
He planted a seed
and with it came me...
a fuck up of a child
who would soon grow free.
A kid who would grow and
finally be as a tree...
one who lives for others
and they all eat from me.
But once he gives his life to a girl named lexii...
his roots become shorter
with such speed...
seems as though a curse had hit me
at once...
but then to find out
she cut me down
with the axe I handed to her...
made of all the hurts and pains
that I gave for her to see...
never again will I be for others
just as a tree grows free....


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