Submissions by Methane
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I am that deafening silence heard when ever the gun clicks"
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Aug 2013 10:36am
22nd Aug 2013 10:36am
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we born to suffer,
not in the flesh by wounds and blood but,
torn by thorns stuck in an aching heart...
born to live with permanent scars,
not of cuts and bruises but,
burned rails of tears hidden beneath a smile
not in the flesh by wounds and blood but,
torn by thorns stuck in an aching heart...
born to live with permanent scars,
not of cuts and bruises but,
burned rails of tears hidden beneath a smile
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 7:30pm
9th Jul 2013 7:30pm
FREEDOM
failed to be contained
now down they came
wildly and untamed
burning screeching rough rails scars
on rusty cheeks.
Mind molested by demons
heart penetrated by deep sorrow
soul suppressed and depressed
shit! might as well collapse die
fall face flat.
Voices whispering inside
Devil calling in pride
hell's gates opening in time
flammes peeling flesh to bone
freedom is hear near now
now down they came
wildly and untamed
burning screeching rough rails scars
on rusty cheeks.
Mind molested by demons
heart penetrated by deep sorrow
soul suppressed and depressed
shit! might as well collapse die
fall face flat.
Voices whispering inside
Devil calling in pride
hell's gates opening in time
flammes peeling flesh to bone
freedom is hear near now
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 7:22pm
8th Jul 2013 7:22pm
DOOMED YOUTH
they are just kids with big titts. grown as man who think with thier dicks and still think they are kids.a generation of misfits trying to fit in with dislocated communal joints.weeds in the herbal garden of life trying to fix the crack in the sky but is hard to fly with a broken wing. so to get a lift we get high and sniff up our dreams,sniff up reality, sniff up hopes and sniff up our future. but is hard to fly wit a broken wing, so we drown in our fluidic surrows.a digital generation of micro chips,micro skirts,micro underwears, microwave brains that believes less is better.less sleep,less...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 11:15pm
7th Jul 2013 11:15pm
Dumped
Labled, daddy's little joy for, she born with the seven skills carried the stars in her smile. She moved with the Planets in her stride and seasons would alternate between her eye blinks yet she carried heaven as her pride. But it must have been a bad season cos she... Doesn't smile now. But now she wears fear as her cussion just incase she bumps into those memories haunting her sleep. She rests with her rope attached to reality to pull her self out just incase she sleeps to deep. Hips sway to a careless rythm for... Music no longer inspires her when love... love is only an empty burden...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2013 8:56pm
6th Jul 2013 8:56pm
PRAISING HER
Heavily heavenly hunted words i seek in order to express my sweet
Not only her easy eyes but her sensible smile
Not only her smooth skin’s texture but her sweet soft lips
Her feet, her hands, her body, her height her everything.
The sight of her beauty gives pleasure to my vigilant eyes
And I know it’s not I alone
Who see what I see.
That is why I tear in fear
For if I might hear
My dear
is taken by another
Teddy bear.
So pardon my greed
Rushing towards planting her with my seed
I wanted a part of me to grow in her tummy
To call...
Not only her easy eyes but her sensible smile
Not only her smooth skin’s texture but her sweet soft lips
Her feet, her hands, her body, her height her everything.
The sight of her beauty gives pleasure to my vigilant eyes
And I know it’s not I alone
Who see what I see.
That is why I tear in fear
For if I might hear
My dear
is taken by another
Teddy bear.
So pardon my greed
Rushing towards planting her with my seed
I wanted a part of me to grow in her tummy
To call...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2013 8:40pm
6th Jul 2013 8:40pm
MY CRUSH
With rapturous delight my fragile heart
Inflates with ecstatic excitement due her presence.
The way she talks and walk while she smile and shine.
The way she blink and give that look she always give
While holding her hands behind her back.
Her sweet scent and seductive accent.
her mature nature and appealing appearance.
Hence i say she is swish, a beautiful flower with own divine attachments.
if only she would say yes to my request to press her lips against mine,
Then, then I would take her on a spontaneous trip with an Apollo to the moon.
Its only a...
Inflates with ecstatic excitement due her presence.
The way she talks and walk while she smile and shine.
The way she blink and give that look she always give
While holding her hands behind her back.
Her sweet scent and seductive accent.
her mature nature and appealing appearance.
Hence i say she is swish, a beautiful flower with own divine attachments.
if only she would say yes to my request to press her lips against mine,
Then, then I would take her on a spontaneous trip with an Apollo to the moon.
Its only a...
124 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 11:58pm
26th Jun 2013 11:58pm
Nastalgia
Pause and visualise...
Eyes meeting and greeting.
Hearts beating and singing.
blushing confessing feelings
Eyes meeting and greeting.
Hearts beating and singing.
blushing confessing feelings
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jun 2013 7:40pm
21st Jun 2013 7:40pm
GIRLS
Them...
They appear with their glossy succulent lips sparkling under the sun and moon's light.
Them with their round curves around tight jeans and pencil skirts,
With smooth meaty thighs showing off their god given gift of seduction and
Inevitably arousing men pipes.
Them with their tight neatly stacked buttocks similar to cleavages but big breasts without nipples calling men eyes over the fine line between the two cities
Powerless against their surreal pornographic visuals, men do nothing but surrender to their call cause you know,
It’s easy to undress them when...
They appear with their glossy succulent lips sparkling under the sun and moon's light.
Them with their round curves around tight jeans and pencil skirts,
With smooth meaty thighs showing off their god given gift of seduction and
Inevitably arousing men pipes.
Them with their tight neatly stacked buttocks similar to cleavages but big breasts without nipples calling men eyes over the fine line between the two cities
Powerless against their surreal pornographic visuals, men do nothing but surrender to their call cause you know,
It’s easy to undress them when...
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