Submissions by SychophanticSlag (Carla)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Often flawed, rarely favored.
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 7:31am
24th Feb 2013 7:31am
rodent.
I am tired of you
interrupting my sleeping patterns coming in unannounced
leaving me a mess and expecting me to clean it
God you think you have it so hard
I must hand it to you
it must be so sad and hard
having to scurry around through pink corridors
eating bile and resting between the legs of prostitutes
forever fearing the day you'll be met by the real Toms
the ones who will strip you of your flesh
and lap up the sad fluids in your body
but please save it
for your cries spew like disease
and I'd rather listen...
interrupting my sleeping patterns coming in unannounced
leaving me a mess and expecting me to clean it
God you think you have it so hard
I must hand it to you
it must be so sad and hard
having to scurry around through pink corridors
eating bile and resting between the legs of prostitutes
forever fearing the day you'll be met by the real Toms
the ones who will strip you of your flesh
and lap up the sad fluids in your body
but please save it
for your cries spew like disease
and I'd rather listen...
290 reads
19 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 9:35am
25th Dec 2012 9:35am
Hurt.
I've been going over
how shitty my life is and I guess
a lot of people would disagree
probably the kids starving in Africa
or maybe just the upper class white folk
who appropriate them
but you know I'm selfish
and my favorite past time
is crying into a half eaten Ben and Jerry's
So fuck it all to hell
especially that old white guy
who thinks I can shell out a few bucks
for a kid he never gave an actual fuck about
and my damn CWP teacher telling me
my problems don't matter
because maybe
I'm not dried...
how shitty my life is and I guess
a lot of people would disagree
probably the kids starving in Africa
or maybe just the upper class white folk
who appropriate them
but you know I'm selfish
and my favorite past time
is crying into a half eaten Ben and Jerry's
So fuck it all to hell
especially that old white guy
who thinks I can shell out a few bucks
for a kid he never gave an actual fuck about
and my damn CWP teacher telling me
my problems don't matter
because maybe
I'm not dried...
340 reads
24 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 7:51am
23rd Nov 2012 7:51am
This Thanksgiving
I was
eating cold turkey
thinking about how
I went to bed that night
and it was the first of many
that I didn't pray
in fact I had sinned.
People say
things happen for a reason
and I guess as a good Christian
I should too
but then I think back
to when I hugged your still body wishing to feel
your diseased chest stir once more
it didn't
and I can't help but believe
this has no reason
I was
eating cold turkey
wishing you had gone cold turkey.
eating cold turkey
thinking about how
I went to bed that night
and it was the first of many
that I didn't pray
in fact I had sinned.
People say
things happen for a reason
and I guess as a good Christian
I should too
but then I think back
to when I hugged your still body wishing to feel
your diseased chest stir once more
it didn't
and I can't help but believe
this has no reason
I was
eating cold turkey
wishing you had gone cold turkey.
186 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 8:58pm
8th Nov 2012 8:58pm
In This Silence
Dust skips in the light that
glares on us it's hot
on the back of my head
but my hands still cold
yearn for consolation
seconds turn to minutes
while rhythmic heartbeats mix
with doubt and like
a spiders' last erratic twitch
before sudden death
my fingers shrivel in my palm
deciding not to lock with yours
glares on us it's hot
on the back of my head
but my hands still cold
yearn for consolation
seconds turn to minutes
while rhythmic heartbeats mix
with doubt and like
a spiders' last erratic twitch
before sudden death
my fingers shrivel in my palm
deciding not to lock with yours
244 reads
24 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 12:54pm
29th Sep 2012 12:54pm
EXIT.
It’s not easy being filthy.
Women warn their daughters of me
while their husbands
lost in ecstasy
wrap the sheets
around my throat
strangling
the shame
of infidelity.
My lips tremble
and my sinuses burn
constantly, like I've drank
bottles of bleach.
Can you believe
I’m their favorite drink?
They swallow me whole;
my pain, deep and swelling
in their chests
like the midnight sobs
that I cannot suppress.
Women warn their daughters of me
while their husbands
lost in ecstasy
wrap the sheets
around my throat
strangling
the shame
of infidelity.
My lips tremble
and my sinuses burn
constantly, like I've drank
bottles of bleach.
Can you believe
I’m their favorite drink?
They swallow me whole;
my pain, deep and swelling
in their chests
like the midnight sobs
that I cannot suppress.
282 reads
23 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 11:19am
27th Jul 2012 11:19am
Marie.
As if I am the Son of God
mucus rolls down my throat
searing into my stomach and
I'm coming to the realization
I was born for the sole
purpose of sobbing—
Suffering your consequence,
I am left to be lashed
by the culture-shock
that is death
once again.
If I had been
a bit more inviting
I wonder if you would
have laid your pain on me...
No need,
I know the trials of
pain and death
good and well
by now.
Still, I cannot help but wonder:
Had you known, before putting that pistol to...
mucus rolls down my throat
searing into my stomach and
I'm coming to the realization
I was born for the sole
purpose of sobbing—
Suffering your consequence,
I am left to be lashed
by the culture-shock
that is death
once again.
If I had been
a bit more inviting
I wonder if you would
have laid your pain on me...
No need,
I know the trials of
pain and death
good and well
by now.
Still, I cannot help but wonder:
Had you known, before putting that pistol to...
261 reads
21 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2012 2:18am
24th May 2012 2:18am
Again?
I can't say I'm surprised.
I've kissed your lips a few thousand times.
Sometimes they're plump and delicate,
other times thin and chapped.
They never fail to veil the same bullshit lies...
I eat them up. Sloppy salivated lies.
I'm addicted so leave me.
Sprawled out waiting for the next pair of lips
to suck me dry.
I've kissed your lips a few thousand times.
Sometimes they're plump and delicate,
other times thin and chapped.
They never fail to veil the same bullshit lies...
I eat them up. Sloppy salivated lies.
I'm addicted so leave me.
Sprawled out waiting for the next pair of lips
to suck me dry.
272 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 8:50am
3rd May 2012 8:50am
Mae Means
Candy
and flowers,
macaroni art and don't forget the
silly coupons you made in third grade.
Picnic at Grandmas, fantastic pies and salads.
Enough to hold you down till Fathers Day.
Smiles and laughter and not a whole bunch of depth thereafter.
But now it's white carnations,
scrunched faces and tears.
and flowers,
macaroni art and don't forget the
silly coupons you made in third grade.
Picnic at Grandmas, fantastic pies and salads.
Enough to hold you down till Fathers Day.
Smiles and laughter and not a whole bunch of depth thereafter.
But now it's white carnations,
scrunched faces and tears.
192 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 8:30am
3rd May 2012 8:30am
Well.
I've given up
and I'm not sure why it took this long. It's been months. Maybe it was her death or the change of season, regardless something has decided to kill me. My throat is raw and hasn't a croak left. I guess there will be no more late night screaming sessions. My ribs are bruised too and they've got nothing to protect, my heart was defeated long ago. I believe their only purpose now is to shelf my pain. Now I can only wait for my back to cave in or to choke on my tongue in my sleep.
I'm a failure, failed time and time again. The only thing that hasn't failed me is the warmth of...
and I'm not sure why it took this long. It's been months. Maybe it was her death or the change of season, regardless something has decided to kill me. My throat is raw and hasn't a croak left. I guess there will be no more late night screaming sessions. My ribs are bruised too and they've got nothing to protect, my heart was defeated long ago. I believe their only purpose now is to shelf my pain. Now I can only wait for my back to cave in or to choke on my tongue in my sleep.
I'm a failure, failed time and time again. The only thing that hasn't failed me is the warmth of...
184 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 12:46pm
25th Apr 2012 12:46pm
Narcissism
Imagining my funeral I must admit
it excites me more than future weddings
Nothing will change
My body delicately pampered soft as sin
and wrapped in Versace Fendi or Prada
Admirers flocking from far and wide
desperate for one last gaze
Shielded by veils and silk handkerchiefs
they won't even realize it's their greatest gift
a role in my last display
although my image thrives
Ambrosial breath on lovers' neck
and delicate fingertips forever etched
Realizing your hearts will never again
beat with the fervor my...
it excites me more than future weddings
Nothing will change
My body delicately pampered soft as sin
and wrapped in Versace Fendi or Prada
Admirers flocking from far and wide
desperate for one last gaze
Shielded by veils and silk handkerchiefs
they won't even realize it's their greatest gift
a role in my last display
although my image thrives
Ambrosial breath on lovers' neck
and delicate fingertips forever etched
Realizing your hearts will never again
beat with the fervor my...
630 reads
15 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 7:41am
5th Apr 2012 7:41am
You are nothing.
Like the whores,
cars will grind you against the ground.
Ants and birds will pick at your rotting flesh
the way you picked at my fucking heart.
You are guts on the pavement,
road kill in my mind.
cars will grind you against the ground.
Ants and birds will pick at your rotting flesh
the way you picked at my fucking heart.
You are guts on the pavement,
road kill in my mind.
345 reads
16 Comments
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