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Dougie Simps Jul 2013
It's 2 am still not home
I know she hates sleepin alone
callin my phone
I don't reply
Brainstorming up, another lie
So much to hide
Never found
My minds blank, heart pounds
I hear the sounds
Of war
Love battlefield with who I love as I adore
Knees hit the floor
Drugs just hit
Do I get up?
Or do I quit?
These four walls moving in quick
Stomachs sick
Why can't I Handle this!?
An addicts mind
Creates u to be blind
Pills workin fast
Running out of time
(footsteps down the stairs)
Here she comes
To only see
The man she loved
Or....what use to be
Swore I thought she was a sleep
Dying slow
My heart deceits
Faking the truth
To console me
She touches me
Hugs me
Whispers that
She loves me
I tell her wait
Hesitate
Feel the rush of novacane
Bodies numb, Pulse cold
Lost our bond
Where did It go?!
Heart beatin faster
Close to my disaster
This fairy tale
has no Happily ever after
Eyes slowly shut
Before I leave
Her cryin face, Is what I see.
My final words to her were
Don't touch me.
In heaven I cry
Wish I could change time
Can't believe that I actually
*died by a lie.
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Dougie Simps Jul 2013
I don't hangout with normal people, they do not see me as their equal,
I'm a strange, deranged mind who to them represents evil...
A pigeon who needs to be fed or fed on by an eagle
I guess your rough perceptions, and strong question never really did ever make for a sequel.
So lets end your story, poetic hunters feigning for glory...
Who cut our words short, adjectives, ****** and gory
And my complex thinking, they simply ignore me!
But they'll cause an action as soon as their pockets scream "poor me!"
I wonder if we're heading for a direction that we were in before me?

Turn a skeptic into a believer..
Turn a failure into a achiever..
Turn a group of hopeless followers into brave and bold leaders
Approach a woman with caution
She just may be a deceiver
Who prays on naive men, rips their hearts out and then mentally eats em!
Take life 12 rounds, don't let the knockout beat ya
Be your own star, don't settle for someone else's feature

I tend to over-think
What most of society thinks
I also sometimes wonder
If they'd help me if I ever sink?
I can't be to concerned
Disaster strikes in a blink
Learn to survive, too stay alive
If you wanna avoid jumping off the plank.

Ready to finish this song off
With a mind that is usually wrote off
Cause I think of society as a place where, media rules and we're all a cost
Breathing in fresh exhaust
While feeling the burn of the world's frost
Leaving the good people, hurt, in a daze and just all lost
My hands are bleeding freedom as I pray and hope for freedom
Locked up as a poetic peasant
Stuck in a mindless kingdom...

Where the bad outweighs the good
Hunting on poetic thinking
Cause poetic minds are targeted and never understood!


-Dougie Simps
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Dougie Simps Jul 2013
If I told you I killed myself at 16 would you believe me?
Or just say "young Dougie is just miss behaving" slaving, as I am chained and serving society who is caving, and ask god for gifts that even he found entertaining...when a boy grows up his insides start changing and the tint of red in his heart dims and starts fading,
he felt pain at its highest, experienced the attitude of a liar and seen 1st hand what it means when a "GOOD THING" just expires. He grows tired and tense while blood drips from his hand, broken glass on the floor... he punched the reflection of a man…
who seems injustice and corrupt, always pushin his luck, and remains silent when addressed, he so easily erupts. Takin shots of big dreams with NyQuil in a cup, "good" imaginative girls around him, he's just too messed up...liquor doesn't help his mind, still stuck in a rut, and the shakes only means his temperatures gon up.
You see the high in his eyes, where he constantly lies, never looks you in the face, just looks on the other side, one of a kind guy, never been a afraid to die, don't ask this guy why? Cause he will never reply.
Communication he never lacked, he just speaks better over a track,
Give him a pen, white paper,
A smooth beat and watch him rap.
And listen closely to his story, pay close attention to the facts,
visualize all his words,
And dissect his true meaning
Of a brain dead poet who uses his pen filled of integrity with a pad made of dreaming.

Don't ask me to save your soul, or rescue your burning heart from a building...
I'm no superhero, just a modern day fake EVIL villain...


-Dougie Simps
Metaphoric monster
Dougie Simps Jul 2013
His hallucination, imagination and often non apologetic
These symptoms aren't illness...just a man who's poetic
Cause I see things in my mind that aren't human being
and imagine a world of non judgement in an imaginative dream...but I'm sorry for the fact,
that you see shades of black
In a distorted vision that is bleak and abstract...
maybe if you were more intuitive with your inner belief...ya soul would finally allow ya ignorance to be released...
or simply you'll decease
and fall to the complexity of life...
99% of earth creatures can't tell wrong from right,
we see all evil and blinded from the light.
Are the blind the ones who have the highest form of sight?
And I'm gone.

-Dougie simps #lostloveWriter
Think...
Dougie Simps Jul 2013
Lyrically it's a miracle event
When you allow metaphors to be your way to express, ways too vent.
Take all my accounts, even my two cents
As I place a love restraining order over a love I regret

I take all bets, and gamble on her  soul
The blackness of your heart, with a mind who thinks so cold

What happen? You use to be a person who's pride wasn't too hide
I guess ya ego committed a ******, an internal homicide...

You prey on the weak, you endure for the burn
You preach a sorrow story, you rarely give what you've earned

I will always pray for you
But I will never wait for you...
Cause it's future over past
I will never beg for you.

-Dougie Simps
Dougie Simps Jul 2013
It's been on your mind
You cringe from the thought of it
But you have been a victim...
A victim
Of wanting to do what you fear most,
******.
It's hated, controversial, and sinful
But everyone's has had it cross their mind
Everyone has thought
******.
-Dougie Simps
Hm
Dougie Simps Jul 2013
Dear father*
Let me start my hatred for you must end now and begone
If it wasn't for your horrible ways this man today I would've never become
Nothing's wrong
I developed the ability to convert anger into beautiful songs
I'll never forgive you for what you've done
I'm just glad that you're gone
It's been so long
Since the last time ya seen ya boy
I'm a whole lot more outgoing now
Gave up on being koi
Eye contact with people I tend to still avoid but
I inspire the world now
Less hate and more joy
And I'm a strong man too
No longer a scared lil boy!

Father why!? Why the ******* create this hurt inside?
Why the ******* teach me how to run but never how to ride?
Why you make me cry?!
Why!!?
Do you understand the pain and anger you ******* put me through?
Do you know how it feels to look in the mirror and hate the other half of you!?
Butter knife thoughts is something nobody ever knew
Turned me into a insecure weak boy that everybody can see through!
The misery of a young confused beatdown child
Who covered his face with a mask and put up a fake smile
Who's soul is tame less and heart so wild
who ignores his good side so he blocks it with denial
Through my life I ****** up and poured out a lot of tears
Used liquor to heal my pain and replaced my blood with light beers.
Working hard to better myself but
becoming you is still my biggest fear!

I told my mother the past is gone and the good life is now in our sights
Told her imma fly us there so mama please hold on tight
Because you can be stuck in the dark for so long and feel you'll never see the light
I believe we can survive anything
You just need to believe in you and always prepare to fight!
Allow my story to strengthen you when you feel you have no might
We gotta climb the highest mountains when we say we afraid of heights!

So dear father I'm not you, you was just a part of my creation
At times I swear you aren't real just a figment of my imagination
No more frustration!
Nor Pretending, Anyone can survive hard times that's just the message that I am sending
The end is never close it always just the beginning, We're all winning!
So I know my journey has just begun!
Mom and I  are doing fine now and we're living well.
Oh yeah....P.s your only son

-Dougie simps
They say when you cry while you write, it the most powerful stuff people will read. This was my hardest ever. Wrote it a year ago, needed to escape a forgive a man who is part of my imagination...not my life. I thank him for life...it easy to be a dad..it's a privilege to be a father.  Enjoy
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