Submissions by MilkyJoe (Milky)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I get drunk and spew out a bunch of nonsense.
Looking for things I cant find.
I’m looking for things I can’t find
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers
Sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity
I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
And sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate
Whites scream at me
Over these tones of depressant grey
Eyes that surely must be piercing
Protrude out of me
Itchy with the tickle of a timeless decay
So lead me now and then
To where...
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers
Sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity
I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
And sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate
Whites scream at me
Over these tones of depressant grey
Eyes that surely must be piercing
Protrude out of me
Itchy with the tickle of a timeless decay
So lead me now and then
To where...
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I am not okay
I am not okay
lying and lying to what little is left
pretending
that im not being chewed up
and eaten away
It is a struggle
Life, is a struggle
And this stranglers no stranger
I know him well enough
well
Enough to let him break through
And although Im cracking
And I want to bleed or cry
I know Im just not going to
Im never going to
And for the life of me
I cannot figure out why
lying and lying to what little is left
pretending
that im not being chewed up
and eaten away
It is a struggle
Life, is a struggle
And this stranglers no stranger
I know him well enough
well
Enough to let him break through
And although Im cracking
And I want to bleed or cry
I know Im just not going to
Im never going to
And for the life of me
I cannot figure out why
#soldiers
#birth
#teens #romantic
#teens #romantic
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If I were to die II
If I were to die tomorrow
Would they say
In a little livid poetry
That he didn't have much love in life
And he'd had time for it
But he waited around for her to fall
Deeply and madly from that tree over there
Would they say
In a little livid poetry
That he didn't have much love in life
And he'd had time for it
But he waited around for her to fall
Deeply and madly from that tree over there
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Yolande
Re written a thousand times
Still nothing seems to stand
No old archaic symbols to measure her beauty
No sonnets to accompany her lovely tone
Its so lonely waiting for love
With her hair entangled in my thoughts
Almost ashamed to be free
and to let it go
I’ve been waiting so long for you
If only you knew
You could at least slap me
Tell me to get on the fucking train
Still nothing seems to stand
No old archaic symbols to measure her beauty
No sonnets to accompany her lovely tone
Its so lonely waiting for love
With her hair entangled in my thoughts
Almost ashamed to be free
and to let it go
I’ve been waiting so long for you
If only you knew
You could at least slap me
Tell me to get on the fucking train
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mYin
In this strange garden
Searching for what I’m unaware
Mystified by all these corners
Blocked by all these dead end fears
It’s in this little garden
Down a certain slippery slope
That I’m found tied
Upon dead end
And delusion
By a thread like piece of rope
I’m not sure if I should be sad
Not knowing what’s real
Or really there
I find a piece missing
It fell free
And landed on the thoroughfare
I start to feel my fingers going cold
I start to struggle
I twist wildly and writhe
I pull at this loop with...
Searching for what I’m unaware
Mystified by all these corners
Blocked by all these dead end fears
It’s in this little garden
Down a certain slippery slope
That I’m found tied
Upon dead end
And delusion
By a thread like piece of rope
I’m not sure if I should be sad
Not knowing what’s real
Or really there
I find a piece missing
It fell free
And landed on the thoroughfare
I start to feel my fingers going cold
I start to struggle
I twist wildly and writhe
I pull at this loop with...
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The beat of the meat
Many times this well known path
Has been trodden down by boots and bloody feet
The prints of the old and young stain this remorseless ground
Even now they walk through the furrows
They forget to where this leads
Its only ardent children who still veer and wander
Lost
As it would seem
Marching jack boots trudging through
Into death themselves as the irony speaks true
These soldiers in gloomy step
Utter bitter nothings
Faithful minds
Enslaved in rhetoric
As though the street were ideal stage
But what lies beneath these seems...
Has been trodden down by boots and bloody feet
The prints of the old and young stain this remorseless ground
Even now they walk through the furrows
They forget to where this leads
Its only ardent children who still veer and wander
Lost
As it would seem
Marching jack boots trudging through
Into death themselves as the irony speaks true
These soldiers in gloomy step
Utter bitter nothings
Faithful minds
Enslaved in rhetoric
As though the street were ideal stage
But what lies beneath these seems...
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Morose just describes
Morose just describes a moment
Which we often drift far too slowly through
Another opportunity to grow from pain
To observe delineated aboding ills
That'd slowly slow wills in their migration
Here I analyse my specters to death
And witness a constant sort of alienation
As I drip into some new sort of shape or form
Just trying not to run out of breath
Which we often drift far too slowly through
Another opportunity to grow from pain
To observe delineated aboding ills
That'd slowly slow wills in their migration
Here I analyse my specters to death
And witness a constant sort of alienation
As I drip into some new sort of shape or form
Just trying not to run out of breath
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Understanding
What is with these sycophantic sluts?
I find it hard to imagine that intelligence
Would necessarily be accompanied by morals
By honour
But it seems ever so
Perhaps true understanding and empathy are intellectual exercises after all
For its not like ive been tricked
And it’s not like I can be threatened
By quaint notions of the omniscience
Fearless as I am of this oblivion just beyond me
Of this inky darkness in all directions
So it must be intellectual
It must just be another area of understanding
For as a monkey ...
I find it hard to imagine that intelligence
Would necessarily be accompanied by morals
By honour
But it seems ever so
Perhaps true understanding and empathy are intellectual exercises after all
For its not like ive been tricked
And it’s not like I can be threatened
By quaint notions of the omniscience
Fearless as I am of this oblivion just beyond me
Of this inky darkness in all directions
So it must be intellectual
It must just be another area of understanding
For as a monkey ...
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Appetiser
My eyes
Are nothing
It’s only their perception that really matters
And it’s only my mind
That draws these conclusions
Choosing what to really
Detect and detest
And it’s only again that subtle psychotic reasoning
That knows the dark black spots
From vessels which long ago
Fell from the corner
Of this coherent desk
Complemented
I pretend
If only for a while
That I gain truth through my friends
But happily
They seek the sultry edges of my pain
Realising this
Or maybe
I just presume
I still...
Are nothing
It’s only their perception that really matters
And it’s only my mind
That draws these conclusions
Choosing what to really
Detect and detest
And it’s only again that subtle psychotic reasoning
That knows the dark black spots
From vessels which long ago
Fell from the corner
Of this coherent desk
Complemented
I pretend
If only for a while
That I gain truth through my friends
But happily
They seek the sultry edges of my pain
Realising this
Or maybe
I just presume
I still...
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A short life
I owe the reaper
And he owes me nothing
And strangely
He knows exactly what I seek
All throughout this night
I’ve been speaking to my lost siblings
They’re either synchronised clockwork monsters
Or they’re onto something here
Should I trust them?
Monger my own fear?
How long will I have to walk?
The eight sided dice of fate
Lingering by my side
They lead me here of all places
I think ill throw them away
Let them roll just one last time
And he owes me nothing
And strangely
He knows exactly what I seek
All throughout this night
I’ve been speaking to my lost siblings
They’re either synchronised clockwork monsters
Or they’re onto something here
Should I trust them?
Monger my own fear?
How long will I have to walk?
The eight sided dice of fate
Lingering by my side
They lead me here of all places
I think ill throw them away
Let them roll just one last time
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And so everything repeats
Time to adorn my straight edged alter ego
restless repetition is his name
and out on this here relentless sea
there is nothing for him to drink
nowhere to run
nothing but crystal blue eternity
restless repetition is his name
and out on this here relentless sea
there is nothing for him to drink
nowhere to run
nothing but crystal blue eternity
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Cime lub misey
What strange meditative madness this is!
A twisted happenstance for the heavily habitual happener
Just another case of eternal late night neurosis
But what exactly am i supposed to do
When the only way out
Leads me straight back into
A twisted happenstance for the heavily habitual happener
Just another case of eternal late night neurosis
But what exactly am i supposed to do
When the only way out
Leads me straight back into
133 reads
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