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
D.U. Dream
Last night I had a dream, no sand, no God to carry me
nor was it an nightmare, but a party for the DUP
A Muggle and The Mugglette worked as the M.C.’s
The third one couldn’t help them ‘cause he caught some STD’s
The place was full of emos, angels packed the room
Even Miki came, she danced there from the moon
Rachel looked just ravishing and Autumn was so fine
Before the night was over, I’d have one of them as mine
Goodest walked into the room with six verses blazing
Wearing his frat T-shirt and ready for more hazing ...
nor was it an nightmare, but a party for the DUP
A Muggle and The Mugglette worked as the M.C.’s
The third one couldn’t help them ‘cause he caught some STD’s
The place was full of emos, angels packed the room
Even Miki came, she danced there from the moon
Rachel looked just ravishing and Autumn was so fine
Before the night was over, I’d have one of them as mine
Goodest walked into the room with six verses blazing
Wearing his frat T-shirt and ready for more hazing ...
104 reads
6 Comments
Hot Wife
690 reads
6 Comments
Vultures
166 reads
2 Comments
Moral Corruption
Do you really wonder why it is I chose this life
When every word you utter slices through me like a knife?
Look at how fucked up my generation is
And you guys wanna bitch about the way we raise our kids?
I truly love my country for what it’s supposed to be
But unlike most Americans some of us can see
That a green card and two brain cells is the hiring criteria
And you wonder why we’re suffering this financial hysteria?
I can’t recall the Iraqi people begging for our aid
But I remember Georgie Bush and his WMD charade
What if Arabs and Persians...
When every word you utter slices through me like a knife?
Look at how fucked up my generation is
And you guys wanna bitch about the way we raise our kids?
I truly love my country for what it’s supposed to be
But unlike most Americans some of us can see
That a green card and two brain cells is the hiring criteria
And you wonder why we’re suffering this financial hysteria?
I can’t recall the Iraqi people begging for our aid
But I remember Georgie Bush and his WMD charade
What if Arabs and Persians...
101 reads
10 Comments
Recurring Reverie
In my mind’s recurring reverie
your eyes ignite my fire within
I’m drawn to your flesh
Your smile comforts me
triggering tranquility
enhancing this dream quest
Your touch electrifies
sparking curiosities
your hand upon my chest
Your lips so soft and sweet
brush across my neck
reminding me I’m blessed
Your freshly scented hair
unleashes lustful passion
my lips caress your breasts
In my mind’s recurring reverie
an eternal burning flame
warms our lover’s nest
your eyes ignite my fire within
I’m drawn to your flesh
Your smile comforts me
triggering tranquility
enhancing this dream quest
Your touch electrifies
sparking curiosities
your hand upon my chest
Your lips so soft and sweet
brush across my neck
reminding me I’m blessed
Your freshly scented hair
unleashes lustful passion
my lips caress your breasts
In my mind’s recurring reverie
an eternal burning flame
warms our lover’s nest
117 reads
8 Comments
One for the Working Man and the Working Girl
127 reads
4 Comments
The Writer and his Muse - Part III
Taylor battled with herself for weeks over whether or not she would go see Jackson when he came to Knoxville. She still loved him so much that she couldn’t fathom the thought of not taking the opportunity while it was there but she also knew that she would have a very hard time in the aftermath. It had been six months since they broke up but she had kept herself abreast of Jackson’s success. They had a couple of mutual friends from ‘The Underworld’; a retired army colonel and a Salt Lake City housewife. Jackson lost touch with them though once he got busy with his new career which left Taylor...
89 reads
6 Comments
The Writer and his Muse - Part II
Jackson never coped well with breakups but he managed to stay clean after him and Taylor split. Instead of using, he rebounded with numerous women in a way that would make Dennis Rodman envious. It didn’t work for him though. No matter how beautiful the woman, he would always picture Taylor when he’d have sex. No one could replace her or fuck her off Jackson’s mind.
Writing for Gemini magazine allowed him to quit his job at the factory. Kenny negotiated a killer deal for him with a one year contract in which he would write a dozen short stories for the magazine. He knocked out all...
Writing for Gemini magazine allowed him to quit his job at the factory. Kenny negotiated a killer deal for him with a one year contract in which he would write a dozen short stories for the magazine. He knocked out all...
80 reads
2 Comments
The Writer and his Muse - Part I
Taylor opened Jackson Caine’s new novel, ‘Heroin Highway’; his second book. She read the first page and tears began to pour down her face. She closed the book and put it down. She couldn’t continue.
Jackson Caine was about three months removed from a five week heroin bender when he met Kenny Aylward at his Friday night Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. They were outside smoking and chatting after the meeting and their conversation turned to their jobs.
“What do you do for a living?” asked Kenny.
“I work in a factory. Manual labor kind of thing. My goal is to be...
Jackson Caine was about three months removed from a five week heroin bender when he met Kenny Aylward at his Friday night Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. They were outside smoking and chatting after the meeting and their conversation turned to their jobs.
“What do you do for a living?” asked Kenny.
“I work in a factory. Manual labor kind of thing. My goal is to be...
100 reads
0 Comments
f**k You, You f**king f**kers
404 reads
26 Comments
A Relapse Story
It was a scorching hot day in Mid-July. The thermometer in the factory topped out at one hundred and eighteen degrees that afternoon. Perspiration poured down my face throughout the day as I labored. We were short staffed and somehow I ended up responsible for two other men’s jobs in addition to my own. My supervisor was cranky like the rest of us, making it a hellish day all around.
My father picked me up on his way home from work. This had been going on for three years because my Driver’s License had been revoked. It was no secret that he resented me for it. He blamed me for every...
My father picked me up on his way home from work. This had been going on for three years because my Driver’s License had been revoked. It was no secret that he resented me for it. He blamed me for every...
211 reads
6 Comments
This is why I write
At times it comes out masterfully like
Bukowski or Fante
but more often than not
it’s as pathetically piss poor as the work of
Paterson or E.L. James
reeking of a writer’s most gut wrenching enemy;
Main-stream-ism
I don’t do it for you
and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think
any more than you give a shit what runs through my twisted skull
I don’t write for money or fame or notoriety
however, I’ll gladly accept it if it comes my way
If you want to publish me, then publish me
but if you expect me to edit to suit your...
Bukowski or Fante
but more often than not
it’s as pathetically piss poor as the work of
Paterson or E.L. James
reeking of a writer’s most gut wrenching enemy;
Main-stream-ism
I don’t do it for you
and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think
any more than you give a shit what runs through my twisted skull
I don’t write for money or fame or notoriety
however, I’ll gladly accept it if it comes my way
If you want to publish me, then publish me
but if you expect me to edit to suit your...
185 reads
18 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Gemini (Mr. Gemini)