Story Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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arcade grenade
arcade grenade
or a sudden dream of sundering
the blood pulls us
zig-zag
counterclockwise
unfolding as we go
bodies dislocating against the locks and bars
cracking precisely at the particle
and like steam we sigh
ghostly into ethereal night
arching against eachother,
achingly metamorphosed.
...
or a sudden dream of sundering
the blood pulls us
zig-zag
counterclockwise
unfolding as we go
bodies dislocating against the locks and bars
cracking precisely at the particle
and like steam we sigh
ghostly into ethereal night
arching against eachother,
achingly metamorphosed.
...
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ZMUE (written in Haiku verse)
Fear not the ghost, Zmue
Human dragon beautiful
He will protect you
He only feasts on evil
Vampires, witches, werewolves, ghouls
They top his menu
Yet maidens beware
This apparition of blue
Is love spirit true
Then when he is through
And all passion are subdued
Broken hearts ensue
So as he guards you
Look not into his indigo eyes
Bright with desire's light
You’ll be smitten
So your soul yearning
...
Human dragon beautiful
He will protect you
He only feasts on evil
Vampires, witches, werewolves, ghouls
They top his menu
Yet maidens beware
This apparition of blue
Is love spirit true
Then when he is through
And all passion are subdued
Broken hearts ensue
So as he guards you
Look not into his indigo eyes
Bright with desire's light
You’ll be smitten
So your soul yearning
...
40 reads
1 Comment
Swans Song
Do you remember
when we were kids
staying up late,
playing music,
eating Cheetos and cake.
Always playful,
we were quite the pair
no tragedy no worries,
we didn't care.
Keeping each others secrets
we didn't give a damn,
my face next to his
while holding hands.
...
when we were kids
staying up late,
playing music,
eating Cheetos and cake.
Always playful,
we were quite the pair
no tragedy no worries,
we didn't care.
Keeping each others secrets
we didn't give a damn,
my face next to his
while holding hands.
...
56 reads
2 Comments
yOur Pot Is Cracked in A Most Strategic Locale
how could it would be being
as it is greatlike doin'
everything d'world
requires on
manly man
to k'ill
it's self,
in thee name
posthaste gospels
where Jesus sold real
real reallyreal e'state to
them Roman gentry mo
therfuckers wit
cyberbibles
on they
belts ---
this
is naught
but fo'what th'
treble-headed ass
monkey diablos y them
laughing kookaburra birds
eatin' they's fish wit nary a ...
as it is greatlike doin'
everything d'world
requires on
manly man
to k'ill
it's self,
in thee name
posthaste gospels
where Jesus sold real
real reallyreal e'state to
them Roman gentry mo
therfuckers wit
cyberbibles
on they
belts ---
this
is naught
but fo'what th'
treble-headed ass
monkey diablos y them
laughing kookaburra birds
eatin' they's fish wit nary a ...
58 reads
9 Comments
The Land Within
I lay my head down
as I close my eyes.
Thoughts were racing
through my mind.
Now draining,
with each breath I take.
I feel the magic
my restful mind can make.
A kingdom of love,
filled with soft-guiding hands.
A peaceful place
where nothing can hurt me.
The thing I love most,
Is that my soul is a plane
that can always take flight.
And I can fly freely
throughout the entire night.
People say that this is heaven,
to me, it's just a second world
created within ourselves.
A world...
as I close my eyes.
Thoughts were racing
through my mind.
Now draining,
with each breath I take.
I feel the magic
my restful mind can make.
A kingdom of love,
filled with soft-guiding hands.
A peaceful place
where nothing can hurt me.
The thing I love most,
Is that my soul is a plane
that can always take flight.
And I can fly freely
throughout the entire night.
People say that this is heaven,
to me, it's just a second world
created within ourselves.
A world...
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Kitty in a box
Kitty in a box
Gonna cry
Gonna cry
Dwindling down
Drop of water
Light the fire
Down does the drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
..Shhh
Kitty in a box
Wanna shine
Wanna shine
Wheres the lighter?
Oh a fire!
Pretty
Pretty
..Fire
Kitty in a box
So tired and alone
Have to sleep
Have to sleep
Hungry goes the bulb
Where is my sun?
Kitty cries
Bulb sighs
There is no sun
No more for you
My dear
Go to sleep
Rest for me
Kitty cries
And cries
But my dearest bulb
I...
Gonna cry
Gonna cry
Dwindling down
Drop of water
Light the fire
Down does the drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
..Shhh
Kitty in a box
Wanna shine
Wanna shine
Wheres the lighter?
Oh a fire!
Pretty
Pretty
..Fire
Kitty in a box
So tired and alone
Have to sleep
Have to sleep
Hungry goes the bulb
Where is my sun?
Kitty cries
Bulb sighs
There is no sun
No more for you
My dear
Go to sleep
Rest for me
Kitty cries
And cries
But my dearest bulb
I...
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Thankless
Perhaps the worst job
It leaves a strange taste in the mouth
And unreciprocated
What the fuck
Some appreciation
For the dedication
Or next time it's masturbation
I'm just saying thanks would be nice
Blow jobs suck
That's what I've heard
It leaves a strange taste in the mouth
And unreciprocated
What the fuck
Some appreciation
For the dedication
Or next time it's masturbation
I'm just saying thanks would be nice
Blow jobs suck
That's what I've heard
49 reads
3 Comments
Standard Model: Update
An Atom is mostly empty space, so's Granddads head. The most direct way to see what’s inside of a fruitcake is to poke your figure in it. Okay, here's what happened ― in earnest. This is only more of granddads new science. Granddad, after finding out in the days of Rutherford that the method to find what’s inside of an atom required using alpha particles as probes to catch the reaction of the electron and view its spontaneous nature, decided to do the same in finding the nuts & currant construct in grandma’s new fruitcake that was set for Sunday supper, so with all eyes in the...
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10 Comments
~Tribute To Walt~
I once knew a man
Who wore a grey suit
He had a stunning smile
And wonderful eyes to boot
His best friend was a mouse
He loved to draw
His characters left all
the children in awe
On his way to the pearly gates
He told me then
"Chin up; someday,
there will be happiness again."
Who wore a grey suit
He had a stunning smile
And wonderful eyes to boot
His best friend was a mouse
He loved to draw
His characters left all
the children in awe
On his way to the pearly gates
He told me then
"Chin up; someday,
there will be happiness again."
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Muerte Loco (Limerick)
There once was a husband who gave no fuck.
So, his wife left. He was out of luck.
Then, she wished him dead
And he went to bed.
Where his wife died from a hockey puc.
So, his wife left. He was out of luck.
Then, she wished him dead
And he went to bed.
Where his wife died from a hockey puc.
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~~ Miasma Theory AnatheMama~~
( like, even an ill-wind won't blow me)
aye! I piss peepee on to thee Weeds for[to]
hope make'em grow up
strait'n'strong....
Iyam anathema to this'ere subburpin creeeeeeed, \\ & & &&
& eye've no idear what 'anathema'
means
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aye! I piss peepee on to thee Weeds for[to]
hope make'em grow up
strait'n'strong....
Iyam anathema to this'ere subburpin creeeeeeed, \\ & & &&
& eye've no idear what 'anathema'
means
______________________________________________________
2014dkzk\orginalFOTObyDkzK::"dingledangWingwang"BYdkzk
41 reads
4 Comments
Ozark Charm
Granddad done got his science wrong again cause Uncle Joe'd read a book in one them magazine staples from down in a Carolina; he said it was the cure all for the ugly. And so there they were, running all over the neighborhood requiring fresh goat piss by the bottle and bucket for the livelihood and prosperity for the womens and their youngins. Yet forty nine days later the womens was ugly as ever, just standing there in their house dresses and white barrettes, heavy headed as-could-be. Come to find out, after looking up one of the original prescribers, it was for the falling hair, but...
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems Seeking Critique about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction