Submissions by Gemini (Mr. Gemini)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Many styles. Many subjects. Many poems. You should be able to find something you like in my collection. If you can't then let me know because I'll work on that style or genre next. -Gemini
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 6:18pm
4th Apr 2014 6:18pm
Writing the Wave
These keys beckon this morning
to keep me from the madness in my cranium
that attacked upon me awakening
to a phone call from an old pal
who’s still out running the streets
I didn’t have time to get myself right
before I thought about getting myself right
The wheels began to turn in my mind
and I thought about calling him back
after missing his call
I debated for an hour or so
whether or not to throw in the towel
I caved and called
but he was already gone
out west, as they say
I thought about the consequences
to...
to keep me from the madness in my cranium
that attacked upon me awakening
to a phone call from an old pal
who’s still out running the streets
I didn’t have time to get myself right
before I thought about getting myself right
The wheels began to turn in my mind
and I thought about calling him back
after missing his call
I debated for an hour or so
whether or not to throw in the towel
I caved and called
but he was already gone
out west, as they say
I thought about the consequences
to...
108 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 4:57am
28th Feb 2014 4:57am
Suicide Street
On the streets of Chicago, as I write
a desperate junkie gives up the fight
He sprays his brains against the wall
of an abandoned home’s upstairs hall
A teenage girl shoots her first rig of dope
because her parents never taught her to cope
She finds the relief that she’s always sought
Her biggest concern is not getting caught
She wakes the next morning and reads the news
about a junkie in Chi-Town who cured his blues
She thinks he’s a coward and can’t understand
why someone would execute such a dark plan
Twenty years later she’s...
a desperate junkie gives up the fight
He sprays his brains against the wall
of an abandoned home’s upstairs hall
A teenage girl shoots her first rig of dope
because her parents never taught her to cope
She finds the relief that she’s always sought
Her biggest concern is not getting caught
She wakes the next morning and reads the news
about a junkie in Chi-Town who cured his blues
She thinks he’s a coward and can’t understand
why someone would execute such a dark plan
Twenty years later she’s...
178 reads
20 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 6:16pm
20th Jan 2014 6:16pm
A Poetic Synopsis of a Novel
The journey has taken
many a twist
from dealer to dope fiend
tough tomboy to sensual stripper
and from family values
to survival of incarceration
It’s a love story, as they all are
but there’s something deeper
darker
more sinister
and self-destructive
Its about broken women
and the soul fucker who beds them
whilst driving his own spirit
into the abyss
Its about loving parents
who stand by helplessly as their son
shamelessly wrecks himself
and a man of wealth and power who admits
powerlessness over his...
many a twist
from dealer to dope fiend
tough tomboy to sensual stripper
and from family values
to survival of incarceration
It’s a love story, as they all are
but there’s something deeper
darker
more sinister
and self-destructive
Its about broken women
and the soul fucker who beds them
whilst driving his own spirit
into the abyss
Its about loving parents
who stand by helplessly as their son
shamelessly wrecks himself
and a man of wealth and power who admits
powerlessness over his...
160 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 1:11pm
21st Dec 2013 1:11pm
Stepping Stone (Collaboration with Brandy)
She doesn't fall easy
but fall hard, she does
throwing herself at the mercy
of the love gods
whilst unintentionally
pushing her lover
into another's arms
Her virtuous loyalty
curses her heart
not allowing her
to jump ship
despite its demise
Still willing to
give her last nickel
or the blouse off her back
for those who smoked
her like another rock
and drop her like
a bag of wet cement
'cause she's always been
too much to handle
yet not enough to hold
Just another stone
to step upon...
but fall hard, she does
throwing herself at the mercy
of the love gods
whilst unintentionally
pushing her lover
into another's arms
Her virtuous loyalty
curses her heart
not allowing her
to jump ship
despite its demise
Still willing to
give her last nickel
or the blouse off her back
for those who smoked
her like another rock
and drop her like
a bag of wet cement
'cause she's always been
too much to handle
yet not enough to hold
Just another stone
to step upon...
106 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Dec 2013 8:43pm
4th Dec 2013 8:43pm
A Sponsor's Lecture (Novel Excerpt)
I wrote this yesterday as more of a therapeutic rant at myself and realized I can fit it into my novel near the end, when my protagonist, Jackson, is trying to sober up. This is what his A.A. sponsor tells him:
"If there's one thing that you've mastered, it's fucking up everything in your life that has positive potential then hanging on so tight that you squeeze the life out of any opportunity you have at redemption so that you're left with nothing but self-doubt, self-pity, and worst of all, self-loathing which leads you into isolation from all forms of human contact and you...
"If there's one thing that you've mastered, it's fucking up everything in your life that has positive potential then hanging on so tight that you squeeze the life out of any opportunity you have at redemption so that you're left with nothing but self-doubt, self-pity, and worst of all, self-loathing which leads you into isolation from all forms of human contact and you...
98 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 2:40am
2nd Dec 2013 2:40am
We Spoke Last Night
We spoke last night
for the first time in six days
A torturous week
in which my self-loathing
got the better of me
on the fifth day
We spoke last night
for an hour
Just me and the soul
of a woman who seems
to complete my
quest for happiness
We spoke last night
but it wasn’t the same
There was something
desperate within me
that blocked my attempt
at complete honesty
despite being more blunt
about my desires than
I’ve ever been
and expressing
my emotions
the best I could
My heart...
for the first time in six days
A torturous week
in which my self-loathing
got the better of me
on the fifth day
We spoke last night
for an hour
Just me and the soul
of a woman who seems
to complete my
quest for happiness
We spoke last night
but it wasn’t the same
There was something
desperate within me
that blocked my attempt
at complete honesty
despite being more blunt
about my desires than
I’ve ever been
and expressing
my emotions
the best I could
My heart...
117 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 9:38am
30th Nov 2013 9:38am
Amazing Angel
God has blessed me with a curse
like heroin but sometimes worse
Gorgeous women from my dreams
have graced my world, or so it seems
Throughout my life, they’ve all been one
with oceanic eyes and hair like sun
Different names, they all claim
but deep inside, they’re all the same
Straight from heaven, in the least likely place
an angel struck me with her beautiful face
My eyes glued to her, couldn’t pry them away
I admired her beauty and have since that day
Brown eyes and dark hair with warm olive skin
but lust, I did not, too precious for...
like heroin but sometimes worse
Gorgeous women from my dreams
have graced my world, or so it seems
Throughout my life, they’ve all been one
with oceanic eyes and hair like sun
Different names, they all claim
but deep inside, they’re all the same
Straight from heaven, in the least likely place
an angel struck me with her beautiful face
My eyes glued to her, couldn’t pry them away
I admired her beauty and have since that day
Brown eyes and dark hair with warm olive skin
but lust, I did not, too precious for...
179 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Nov 2013 4:04pm
28th Nov 2013 4:04pm
A Thanksgiving Rant
128 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 8:56pm
26th Nov 2013 8:56pm
A Love Poem
There’s nothing poetic about love
or about the feelings that come with it
It’s just a clusterfuck of human emotion
intertwined with another being’s twisted logic
so that you spiral out of control together
rather than drown in a whirlpool of self-loathing
The opposing individual takes your mind off the pity
that sits in your stomach waiting for the person to bail
so it can attack like a great white on a cowardly porpoise
and when it does you’re left with a loneliness
accompanied only by emptiness
until you find the next willing victim...
or about the feelings that come with it
It’s just a clusterfuck of human emotion
intertwined with another being’s twisted logic
so that you spiral out of control together
rather than drown in a whirlpool of self-loathing
The opposing individual takes your mind off the pity
that sits in your stomach waiting for the person to bail
so it can attack like a great white on a cowardly porpoise
and when it does you’re left with a loneliness
accompanied only by emptiness
until you find the next willing victim...
162 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 4:39pm
25th Nov 2013 4:39pm
Desire
I’m torn between honor and desire
by an undying love and
an unyielding lust
Wanting it all
yet realizing
it may not be possible
Love has triumphed
as of now
acting as the friend she needs
rather than the man she may want
but once
before it’s too late
and that which
is beyond my control
threatens to tear us apart
I hope to lose
my resolve
smash my pride
scrap my fears
and cave into instinct
Just once
I’d like
to kiss
her precious lips
by an undying love and
an unyielding lust
Wanting it all
yet realizing
it may not be possible
Love has triumphed
as of now
acting as the friend she needs
rather than the man she may want
but once
before it’s too late
and that which
is beyond my control
threatens to tear us apart
I hope to lose
my resolve
smash my pride
scrap my fears
and cave into instinct
Just once
I’d like
to kiss
her precious lips
182 reads
10 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 7:55pm
15th Nov 2013 7:55pm
The Heroin Epidemic
They’re dropping like
bags of wet cement
everywhere I turn
One by one
they’re falling
off the train
independently
yet as a whole
back into the epidemic
that plagues our city
It’s raining needles
all around me
tearing through my shelter
as I dodge and weave
through the chaos
surrounding me
He’s rolling
down a hill
picking up
momentum
while attempting
to stomp
on the brakes
before the
inevitable crash
She dabbles
here and there
knowing that ...
bags of wet cement
everywhere I turn
One by one
they’re falling
off the train
independently
yet as a whole
back into the epidemic
that plagues our city
It’s raining needles
all around me
tearing through my shelter
as I dodge and weave
through the chaos
surrounding me
He’s rolling
down a hill
picking up
momentum
while attempting
to stomp
on the brakes
before the
inevitable crash
She dabbles
here and there
knowing that ...
261 reads
18 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Oct 2013 3:19pm
31st Oct 2013 3:19pm
The Deep Underground Mass Exodus - Goodbye, Jack and Hugh
Every morning when I wake up, I thank God for another day and ask him for some help with other things if my ADD allows me to stay in connection with him. Then I check my texts to see if there's a message from a certain someone. If there is, I smile. Then I light a Marlboro, put on some coffee, take a shit, take my medicine, and call the baby mama to check on my son. Then I sit down here, at my makeshift desk, open my laptop and debate whether to re-read yesterday's novel chapter and continue writing or jump on facebook and DU.
The latter has won out the past few days. Yesterday I...
The latter has won out the past few days. Yesterday I...
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