Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
Land of the Free, Home of the Racists
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Shimmy
in the distance
if i squint, will i see you?
dancing away under the stars
before the eyes of those you allure
i have grown weaker in your presence
exposed and vulnerable
it's not your charm
that which i so admire
or your ferocious mind
that ever seeks answers
not even your thirst
for the world and its colors
your shimmy tilts me
a beautiful work of art in motion
it's those eyes that see truth in things
in the hearts
in innocence and impudence
if i could love a thought
i would think only of you
far away in the...
if i squint, will i see you?
dancing away under the stars
before the eyes of those you allure
i have grown weaker in your presence
exposed and vulnerable
it's not your charm
that which i so admire
or your ferocious mind
that ever seeks answers
not even your thirst
for the world and its colors
your shimmy tilts me
a beautiful work of art in motion
it's those eyes that see truth in things
in the hearts
in innocence and impudence
if i could love a thought
i would think only of you
far away in the...
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tongue in nose
lettuce re-deem ahh...selves
hear the reign falls plane
swimming threw the bodies ajar
that coal-lie-did infinitely
I saw pur-versions in half
and trepid-ey-shun full on intimid-eighting
the spy ying I of the sky oh-were
were all butt mewt
the four-front (g)listens
with REM-nints of Die-generate sea-curs
from A tie-im B 4 the prez-zent
are-rye-wing own lee to lur-urn
that re(a)demption kah-unt be sawt.
hear the reign falls plane
swimming threw the bodies ajar
that coal-lie-did infinitely
I saw pur-versions in half
and trepid-ey-shun full on intimid-eighting
the spy ying I of the sky oh-were
were all butt mewt
the four-front (g)listens
with REM-nints of Die-generate sea-curs
from A tie-im B 4 the prez-zent
are-rye-wing own lee to lur-urn
that re(a)demption kah-unt be sawt.
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The greatest lie
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Something I read
To reiterate,
Words filling contagious information
into the keener ears of degenerate people
While elsewhere,
leaving scars deep enough
to catch rain water
that can’t be drunk
to soothe the uneasiness
A girl was raped the day before
GANGED - the headlines boisterously boasted
my fine countrymen on their best behavior,
I thought
It’s not a mystery how lightly
they take to such things here
the average pot smoker rots for 10 years
while the rapist gets 4 before he walks
Capital justice ...
Words filling contagious information
into the keener ears of degenerate people
While elsewhere,
leaving scars deep enough
to catch rain water
that can’t be drunk
to soothe the uneasiness
A girl was raped the day before
GANGED - the headlines boisterously boasted
my fine countrymen on their best behavior,
I thought
It’s not a mystery how lightly
they take to such things here
the average pot smoker rots for 10 years
while the rapist gets 4 before he walks
Capital justice ...
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Gb Ab Bb Cb Db Eb F Gb
You won't affect me,
I'm in control"
The words that stoked the embers
Long ago-
laziness, my wife
fucked it all over
and ambition, my father
abandoned his son
the dogma rewrote itself
before my brother, conviction
was convicted of capriciousness
-my family was lost
Death is a powerful thing
it's transcendence, one could say
and when the future dies
the present is lost in disarray
to think so lightly of the end
is foolish, arrogant, in fact
If a bastard wishes to die,
does he...
I'm in control"
The words that stoked the embers
Long ago-
laziness, my wife
fucked it all over
and ambition, my father
abandoned his son
the dogma rewrote itself
before my brother, conviction
was convicted of capriciousness
-my family was lost
Death is a powerful thing
it's transcendence, one could say
and when the future dies
the present is lost in disarray
to think so lightly of the end
is foolish, arrogant, in fact
If a bastard wishes to die,
does he...
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Heart
The darkest chasms hold
secrets of my soul
in the shape of my
coniferous cone
I lick your frivolous flames
douse them with my tongue
even so, you can't stay
in a wooden box anymore
You discarded mine for those
growing fondly around us
better shaped
unlike mine
When days were miracles
we carried our hearts
as trophies
Hearts fail and wither with the passing of time
Wishes, hopes, faith and love all wither together
But not this
coniferous cone
the shape of my heart
which...
secrets of my soul
in the shape of my
coniferous cone
I lick your frivolous flames
douse them with my tongue
even so, you can't stay
in a wooden box anymore
You discarded mine for those
growing fondly around us
better shaped
unlike mine
When days were miracles
we carried our hearts
as trophies
Hearts fail and wither with the passing of time
Wishes, hopes, faith and love all wither together
But not this
coniferous cone
the shape of my heart
which...
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Sophism
I'll tell you why I don't deserve to win
because I really don't deserve to win
I am the alpha and omega of failure
seriously
because if I've won, it means that someone, who was actually supposed to win,
didn't
If you think that I am the king of losers then you are wrong
I lose even there
it's true, losers have champions
I'm not one of them
I am the key to my downfall
when clouds in summer pass by over head, it only rains on me
even in the company of others with me
this is the glory of my being,
to deposit...
because I really don't deserve to win
I am the alpha and omega of failure
seriously
because if I've won, it means that someone, who was actually supposed to win,
didn't
If you think that I am the king of losers then you are wrong
I lose even there
it's true, losers have champions
I'm not one of them
I am the key to my downfall
when clouds in summer pass by over head, it only rains on me
even in the company of others with me
this is the glory of my being,
to deposit...
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Looking through the eyes of the eyes looking through
Her vision steeped before we crossed
but no more to ignite the eyes
losing track of what was behind, I didn't bother.
I carried concern on my chest, no boulders on my shoulders.
I parlayed with my self, negotiating control.
A small taste of freedom beckoned,
to feel and smell and crave the fancies I fancied.
Natural impulse, artificial dissolution.
A leading discourse to
dry this saturating boredom
with sponges more righteous than martyrs.
And burn these tears of impassive self pity
in the fires of a desert immolated. ...
but no more to ignite the eyes
losing track of what was behind, I didn't bother.
I carried concern on my chest, no boulders on my shoulders.
I parlayed with my self, negotiating control.
A small taste of freedom beckoned,
to feel and smell and crave the fancies I fancied.
Natural impulse, artificial dissolution.
A leading discourse to
dry this saturating boredom
with sponges more righteous than martyrs.
And burn these tears of impassive self pity
in the fires of a desert immolated. ...
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Distraction
the time for wallowing has passed
there’s always a time for everything. we’re all but nothing
so watch me throw smiles upon frowns and mutate them erratically
wait for the ticking to stop, that means go.
go grab what little courage you have left and get ready to fight
to recover that lot you’ve lost; courage.
then go make jokes about the guy who’s always scared to stand up for himself
because he doesn’t know better and you know better than most.
Smartass
scratch that itch until you strike bone
excavating yourself is a good hobby, maybe...
there’s always a time for everything. we’re all but nothing
so watch me throw smiles upon frowns and mutate them erratically
wait for the ticking to stop, that means go.
go grab what little courage you have left and get ready to fight
to recover that lot you’ve lost; courage.
then go make jokes about the guy who’s always scared to stand up for himself
because he doesn’t know better and you know better than most.
Smartass
scratch that itch until you strike bone
excavating yourself is a good hobby, maybe...
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Emoting the rain
Fall, oh rain! why mock our pain?
suffocate and squirm with your laments
engulf this tortured earth and soothe its tantrums
we are nothing but obstacles in between
while you drift through turbulent times
we stomp and watch, anticipating your despair.
Cry for us again; we are parched
your tears, to sate; this anxious wait
seems eternal before the darkness,
the grey - saturating all light
paints your gloom; that's so like you,
still hiding the sun away.
Spying on the unaware, your amorphous eyes
glare and pinch a wail,...
suffocate and squirm with your laments
engulf this tortured earth and soothe its tantrums
we are nothing but obstacles in between
while you drift through turbulent times
we stomp and watch, anticipating your despair.
Cry for us again; we are parched
your tears, to sate; this anxious wait
seems eternal before the darkness,
the grey - saturating all light
paints your gloom; that's so like you,
still hiding the sun away.
Spying on the unaware, your amorphous eyes
glare and pinch a wail,...
155 reads
18 Comments
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