Submissions by NikkiNarcotic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 9:53pm
6th Nov 2013 9:53pm
It's just you and three million cats
Why can't we be the creatures we were born as?!
We've been trained by them, yes,
Just the way domesticated animals are.
So the president's a crazy cat lady,
And we're his trained, docile, unfeeling pussies.
I'd rather be a lion.
I'd rather be alone.
We've been trained by them, yes,
Just the way domesticated animals are.
So the president's a crazy cat lady,
And we're his trained, docile, unfeeling pussies.
I'd rather be a lion.
I'd rather be alone.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Nov 2013 9:31pm
6th Nov 2013 9:31pm
Orgasmish
It's dark, windswept and cold but you have your alcohol blanket. You drink beer,
smoke cigarettes, talk meaningless with friends and then..you hear the first pluck of
that guitar string and you feel ALIVE. The band is on. A circle opens and kids run
counter-clockwise, hurting each other. You feel so intimidated looking at it, you want
to be safe in your complacent corner but, no, random arms push you in.
You cannot escape, drowning in a tangle of thrashing limbs, getting beer spilled on
you, having rope scrape your face,...
smoke cigarettes, talk meaningless with friends and then..you hear the first pluck of
that guitar string and you feel ALIVE. The band is on. A circle opens and kids run
counter-clockwise, hurting each other. You feel so intimidated looking at it, you want
to be safe in your complacent corner but, no, random arms push you in.
You cannot escape, drowning in a tangle of thrashing limbs, getting beer spilled on
you, having rope scrape your face,...
81 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 10:00pm
15th Jan 2013 10:00pm
Taming of the shrew
Well she spent her days,
In ganja-stagnant haze.
Her skin wrinkled gray,
From the error of her ways.
Practicing solipcism.
Elder personality schism.
No comfort colors in her prism,
Just rolling in the hay.
She gave in and lied slack.
Let her concious build up plaque.
Let the evil black man smack,
The withered skin south of her back.
Senecent nightmares.
Ripping out gray hairs.
No solace found there,
Just a petty midnight snack.
A life...
In ganja-stagnant haze.
Her skin wrinkled gray,
From the error of her ways.
Practicing solipcism.
Elder personality schism.
No comfort colors in her prism,
Just rolling in the hay.
She gave in and lied slack.
Let her concious build up plaque.
Let the evil black man smack,
The withered skin south of her back.
Senecent nightmares.
Ripping out gray hairs.
No solace found there,
Just a petty midnight snack.
A life...
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 9:55pm
15th Jan 2013 9:55pm
(B)eat guts
A hole cut into my breast,
You hold the meat above my head,
Laugh as I die.
Maggots become tortured eyes,
It was part of your plan.
Lights, camera, action, worms.
Pockets of frenzied neurons.
Viral plagues of self-satisfaction.
Bludgeon me, and then just cut me.
If you find what I can't,
I'll be your slave.
Demented persiflage.
Oh, what a show for grueling hogs.
Taste my sopping organs,
but you don't know what I'll do once I'm inside.
You'll writhe, so beautifully,
Beseech mercy on bloodied knees,
For devouring the last human...
You hold the meat above my head,
Laugh as I die.
Maggots become tortured eyes,
It was part of your plan.
Lights, camera, action, worms.
Pockets of frenzied neurons.
Viral plagues of self-satisfaction.
Bludgeon me, and then just cut me.
If you find what I can't,
I'll be your slave.
Demented persiflage.
Oh, what a show for grueling hogs.
Taste my sopping organs,
but you don't know what I'll do once I'm inside.
You'll writhe, so beautifully,
Beseech mercy on bloodied knees,
For devouring the last human...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Sep 2011 2:10am
6th Sep 2011 2:10am
How many synonyms were there for "love"?
774 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Sep 2011 1:43am
6th Sep 2011 1:43am
I hope they forget to breathe
TORTURE!!
Being in this fucking place,
Waiting for the next ficticious laugh.
Every situation calls for a new face,
When these people around are full of crap.
Joy is incomprehensible,
To a mind that's lost all track.
Just mustering a smile would be commendable,
But the inner sadist screams, "Fuck that!"
With a hypocritical nature any flaws can be excused.
A mind so tormented allows one not to care.
Emotions are a chore when feelings are bruised,
And brains are sick beyond repair.
Sitting in this fucking car, ...
Being in this fucking place,
Waiting for the next ficticious laugh.
Every situation calls for a new face,
When these people around are full of crap.
Joy is incomprehensible,
To a mind that's lost all track.
Just mustering a smile would be commendable,
But the inner sadist screams, "Fuck that!"
With a hypocritical nature any flaws can be excused.
A mind so tormented allows one not to care.
Emotions are a chore when feelings are bruised,
And brains are sick beyond repair.
Sitting in this fucking car, ...
219 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2011 00:13am
31st Mar 2011 00:13am
My best friends
So much on my mind but no words on my tongue
Hard to scribble onto this page because my hands have gone numb
Like my body and brain, what more can I say?
Like everyone else, conformist in my own way
A beautiful face is not worth my time
Lest he deciphers the code behinds these rhymes
Graphite seems to breathe feeling, whispers you cant hear
White paper drinks up the salty, wet tears
The life that I made lies just under this page
And with the insight one could read on for days
Pencil meets parchment and...
Hard to scribble onto this page because my hands have gone numb
Like my body and brain, what more can I say?
Like everyone else, conformist in my own way
A beautiful face is not worth my time
Lest he deciphers the code behinds these rhymes
Graphite seems to breathe feeling, whispers you cant hear
White paper drinks up the salty, wet tears
The life that I made lies just under this page
And with the insight one could read on for days
Pencil meets parchment and...
#LifeAsAWriter
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 11:56pm
30th Mar 2011 11:56pm
The Jolly Green Giant
The Jolly Green Giant came through with a blunt
He sat down on my floor and he rolled the green up
And he puffed and he puffed 'til we couldn't see snuff
'Til the air was all gray and the green was all done
Our minds got to racing when the sky got all starry
So he lit up another and he told me a story
He said, "I know that you're poor but one day you'll be rich,
so long as you keep a sac tight in your fist,
you can do anything with green smoke in your midst."
Then it got quiet but The Jolly Green Giant...
He sat down on my floor and he rolled the green up
And he puffed and he puffed 'til we couldn't see snuff
'Til the air was all gray and the green was all done
Our minds got to racing when the sky got all starry
So he lit up another and he told me a story
He said, "I know that you're poor but one day you'll be rich,
so long as you keep a sac tight in your fist,
you can do anything with green smoke in your midst."
Then it got quiet but The Jolly Green Giant...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 3:53pm
30th Mar 2011 3:53pm
f**k yes, EXPLOSIONS!
My landline heart slept dormant in the dirt
Just one touch turned it into fireworks
Colorful and bright,
Burning through the night or the fear in my mind,
A wicked design I strove to hide, so take your time
See the sky light up and shine, reflected out of careless lies
Let's break ties, cut off from the world
You'll be the boy and I'll be your girl
My love was protected and content, buried underground
2,000 pounds of C-4 strapped and tied down, waiting for the sound
Of your voice
I never had a choice, this place is too much noise
So...
Just one touch turned it into fireworks
Colorful and bright,
Burning through the night or the fear in my mind,
A wicked design I strove to hide, so take your time
See the sky light up and shine, reflected out of careless lies
Let's break ties, cut off from the world
You'll be the boy and I'll be your girl
My love was protected and content, buried underground
2,000 pounds of C-4 strapped and tied down, waiting for the sound
Of your voice
I never had a choice, this place is too much noise
So...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 3:47pm
30th Mar 2011 3:47pm
Suffocation is my favorite past time
724 reads
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 5:55am
30th Mar 2011 5:55am
I don't care about poetry
I do not care for poetry,
It is so trivial you see,
I would rather make honey"
Buzzed the big, black bumble bee
"I do not care for story books"
Flubbed the fish from the babbling brook
"I would rather unhinge me from this hook,
To keep my hide from being cooked"
"I do not care for fancy words,
For I fly high above the world,
I would rather enjoy my view of the Earth"
Cawed the hungry pigeon bird
"I do not care for pretty prose"
Spooked the broken, longing ghost
"I would rather haunt all of...
It is so trivial you see,
I would rather make honey"
Buzzed the big, black bumble bee
"I do not care for story books"
Flubbed the fish from the babbling brook
"I would rather unhinge me from this hook,
To keep my hide from being cooked"
"I do not care for fancy words,
For I fly high above the world,
I would rather enjoy my view of the Earth"
Cawed the hungry pigeon bird
"I do not care for pretty prose"
Spooked the broken, longing ghost
"I would rather haunt all of...
203 reads
2 Comments
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