Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Panama Judas)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Waiting, again.
Sixteen minutes to be exact,
and even then
it's only a lick of paint
to keep the half smile
on the boss's face.
I'm not sure if I'm here
to see what I can say
in sixteen minutes
or to establish whether I miss it.
Either way,
I don't have the time anymore.
When those moments swing by
they are to be grabbed by the balls
not wasted with the stagnant art
of putting the 'everyday'
in to stanzas.
Just imagine...
If the next time you had half an hour to kill
you jumped rope, ran, hit a bag, ...
and even then
it's only a lick of paint
to keep the half smile
on the boss's face.
I'm not sure if I'm here
to see what I can say
in sixteen minutes
or to establish whether I miss it.
Either way,
I don't have the time anymore.
When those moments swing by
they are to be grabbed by the balls
not wasted with the stagnant art
of putting the 'everyday'
in to stanzas.
Just imagine...
If the next time you had half an hour to kill
you jumped rope, ran, hit a bag, ...
202 reads
6 Comments
Black Sheep
The power's out at home.
I just wish I was capable
of imagining it
as a surging blackness
heading in this direction
plunging every pub, dive
and venue in to a jaw dropping
'what the fuck just happened' gasp
that no one can see.
He's on the television
and sells every seat in the house,
but never look to the public
when in search of a reliable verdict
of another man's talent.
They need little more than a quick shove
in the direction of
'you might like this'
and for all they care
they could be...
I just wish I was capable
of imagining it
as a surging blackness
heading in this direction
plunging every pub, dive
and venue in to a jaw dropping
'what the fuck just happened' gasp
that no one can see.
He's on the television
and sells every seat in the house,
but never look to the public
when in search of a reliable verdict
of another man's talent.
They need little more than a quick shove
in the direction of
'you might like this'
and for all they care
they could be...
182 reads
8 Comments
How's the writing?
Somewhat deplorable.
All lost in translation
via some lost cunt
panting pathetically away
from a reclining soap box.
Penning seemingly great ideas
in to the eyes of the needy.
I miss the typewriter,
these gentle keys have no balls.
There's no workout
letting my fingers fall
on to ergonomically positioned keys.
Christ knows how any of you
do it so frequently
without laughing hysterically
at yourselves.
Lost loves, heartaches,
abuse and fine melodies.
I've been as guilty
as the most profoundly inadequate....
All lost in translation
via some lost cunt
panting pathetically away
from a reclining soap box.
Penning seemingly great ideas
in to the eyes of the needy.
I miss the typewriter,
these gentle keys have no balls.
There's no workout
letting my fingers fall
on to ergonomically positioned keys.
Christ knows how any of you
do it so frequently
without laughing hysterically
at yourselves.
Lost loves, heartaches,
abuse and fine melodies.
I've been as guilty
as the most profoundly inadequate....
196 reads
13 Comments
Nothing more than a sigh
My eyes are tired of the tears
that stay behind them
just as my ears remain battered
by the opinions
that I can't press against
due to apparent legal matters.
There is wrong here:
Unpleasant faggotry,
corporate blindness
and the usual sheep bullshit.
No one will stand,
not when the hierarchy
looks down
and shakes a finger.
I may worry too much,
but it is easy to see
where the fight went.
It is easy to see
why there is reducing reason
in not standing proud
and offering toe to toe ...
that stay behind them
just as my ears remain battered
by the opinions
that I can't press against
due to apparent legal matters.
There is wrong here:
Unpleasant faggotry,
corporate blindness
and the usual sheep bullshit.
No one will stand,
not when the hierarchy
looks down
and shakes a finger.
I may worry too much,
but it is easy to see
where the fight went.
It is easy to see
why there is reducing reason
in not standing proud
and offering toe to toe ...
191 reads
2 Comments
My tongue swallowing days are done.
My tongue swallowing days are over.
I'm getting far too tired.
Tired of wanting that beer
because it helps bridge the gap
between me and them.
Well, fuck all of them,
the gap is something to be proud of,
not something to hide for the comfort
of the useless fucking drunkards
that have done nothing
despite their constant pining for it.
I'm tired of wanting a cigarette
when the actuality craves the sensation
of driving a fist in to a passer by.
My tongue swallowing days are over.
My heart is being tested
and my patience has...
I'm getting far too tired.
Tired of wanting that beer
because it helps bridge the gap
between me and them.
Well, fuck all of them,
the gap is something to be proud of,
not something to hide for the comfort
of the useless fucking drunkards
that have done nothing
despite their constant pining for it.
I'm tired of wanting a cigarette
when the actuality craves the sensation
of driving a fist in to a passer by.
My tongue swallowing days are over.
My heart is being tested
and my patience has...
194 reads
7 Comments
A little bit about me and everyone else
I didn't want to rush in to anything like this again, but at the same time I know it’s a good idea not to play with it too much before it gets under way. Just like when you spend too long thinking about conflict and then you freeze; you have a window, and if you spend too long you miss that window, and everything is fucked. I kick off a pair of shoes that have started peeling at the toes and light one of those cigarettes I don’t smoke anymore. A good neighbour will always support your bad habits as long as you’re doing something else with them. Essentially there’s nothing more exiting going...
213 reads
8 Comments
I figured I'd do it again
I figured I'd do it again, although the malfunctioning I, C and J keys are going to make me wish I never started. Not to mention the sweat pouring down my face as I execute this weird command only because the water has been turned off for the foreseeable future. It was an odd evening last night. I was in bed watching a film based around Geoff Thompson's early days as a bouncer when the sound of someone trying to punch their way in to my bedroom aroused me. I say aroused, I mean startled. I understand, when I'm in my bedroom it's no doubt a fine place to be, but this person wanted in. Then my...
225 reads
4 Comments
Gobshite of the fingertips
I'm not sure I wanted to write anything at all, and I was fairly sure that most of life should be experienced in the same way you fight a successful fight: You are there; you are switched on and alert, but there is no internal monologue. The decisions you make come from natural grace or lack thereof. Imagining anything more than a brief overview of the end result, which should be no deeper than success is going to get in the way. Stopping to think about a line is the same as taking a second to formulate where the hands of the three-hit combo are going to land. However, writing about writing...
217 reads
7 Comments
Another f**kING alarm clock
Don't take this too seriously,
not unless you have to, but...
My wits have been snapped
like the over done ruler
against the school desk.
There are shards everywhere.
Fucking everywhere.
Late night, early morning
late night, early morning
late night, early morning
and that's not even a quarter of it.
I thought a few drinks would ease it,
but now she just looks at me
with contempt.
I appear to be ungainfully employed
for and by my own falling down.
Acrid coffee, heavy head and paying
far too much...
not unless you have to, but...
My wits have been snapped
like the over done ruler
against the school desk.
There are shards everywhere.
Fucking everywhere.
Late night, early morning
late night, early morning
late night, early morning
and that's not even a quarter of it.
I thought a few drinks would ease it,
but now she just looks at me
with contempt.
I appear to be ungainfully employed
for and by my own falling down.
Acrid coffee, heavy head and paying
far too much...
200 reads
5 Comments
Too early to think like this
Can someone
please explain
to me
how men of God
can be
considered
men of honour,
when they
are the
ones who
refuse
to answer
entirely
for themselves.
please explain
to me
how men of God
can be
considered
men of honour,
when they
are the
ones who
refuse
to answer
entirely
for themselves.
256 reads
5 Comments
Probably took me a minute or two!
I thought I'd do it again
with an air of familiarity
drinking a warm beer from the bottle
whilst I eye up the fine red wine.
Knowing that what it offered
would take me to daybreak
with an idiot's smile.
The artist would let the seeping knuckles
weep without threat.
Ah! The old sensations
of jealousy and salacious lust
that prance around a head
that will allow nothing to come of them.
Nothing more than a pathetic stumble
with some cheap slut at the end of a camera
just so he can sleep.
Why do I dance with the third...
with an air of familiarity
drinking a warm beer from the bottle
whilst I eye up the fine red wine.
Knowing that what it offered
would take me to daybreak
with an idiot's smile.
The artist would let the seeping knuckles
weep without threat.
Ah! The old sensations
of jealousy and salacious lust
that prance around a head
that will allow nothing to come of them.
Nothing more than a pathetic stumble
with some cheap slut at the end of a camera
just so he can sleep.
Why do I dance with the third...
197 reads
3 Comments
GIGO - No Exceptions
I'm going to trust the guy
who has turned it around
and found honour.
Just as I'll have faith in he
who stares at the ground
-doesn't want to look up
in to their faces.
I'm going to hold on
and wait for the words
of someone who has read many books
-the right books-
and spent their time
seeking personal improvement.
That's who I would have
in my corner,
because
as much as it is denied
-and if you don't believe me
you should have just heard
the argument I just walked away from-
doing...
who has turned it around
and found honour.
Just as I'll have faith in he
who stares at the ground
-doesn't want to look up
in to their faces.
I'm going to hold on
and wait for the words
of someone who has read many books
-the right books-
and spent their time
seeking personal improvement.
That's who I would have
in my corner,
because
as much as it is denied
-and if you don't believe me
you should have just heard
the argument I just walked away from-
doing...
227 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Panama Judas)