Submissions by arortiz73 (A.R.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Concept's courage is cannibal conscience.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2013 9:54am
21st Oct 2013 9:54am
Beside, Before, Because of
Last night, in ether, I
threw a box of devices by
a sacred pedestal by
twi-,
lit by Lune.
In acid, I
watched them glisten by
each other christen-
ing under the moon.
I was mystified,
I plead my demon, "why
can't they dance by
blinded noon?"
But lords respect a loon
to build a better rune,
and my plea replied me none.
So I,
beside, before, because of,
in either eye,
hide watching the moon
hunting the sun.
threw a box of devices by
a sacred pedestal by
twi-,
lit by Lune.
In acid, I
watched them glisten by
each other christen-
ing under the moon.
I was mystified,
I plead my demon, "why
can't they dance by
blinded noon?"
But lords respect a loon
to build a better rune,
and my plea replied me none.
So I,
beside, before, because of,
in either eye,
hide watching the moon
hunting the sun.
98 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 5:58pm
18th Oct 2013 5:58pm
HAILILIAH (read the preface below first)
125 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 6:17am
15th Oct 2013 6:17am
Ein Glas, Helga.
(a Ray original in German)
Einmal auf einem Zeit, hatte ein sehr hässliches Mädchen eine kleiner Fotze aus schönes glänzenden Glas. Sie war Helga genannt. Ihrer Mutter hatte ihr immer gesagt, dass sie niemals dieses zartes Geschenk auf jemand drücken sollte. Aber wann sie war Fünf und Zwanzig jahre, könnte sie sich kein mehr beherrschen... Böse, böse, Helga.
Also, auf einem sonnigen Tag, Kam ein Mann von tief im Wald als die heisse und geile Helga duschte nackt unter einem versteckten Wasserfall. "Hallo?" rief der Mann sehr laut, dass die vielbeschäftigte Helga ihrem...
Einmal auf einem Zeit, hatte ein sehr hässliches Mädchen eine kleiner Fotze aus schönes glänzenden Glas. Sie war Helga genannt. Ihrer Mutter hatte ihr immer gesagt, dass sie niemals dieses zartes Geschenk auf jemand drücken sollte. Aber wann sie war Fünf und Zwanzig jahre, könnte sie sich kein mehr beherrschen... Böse, böse, Helga.
Also, auf einem sonnigen Tag, Kam ein Mann von tief im Wald als die heisse und geile Helga duschte nackt unter einem versteckten Wasserfall. "Hallo?" rief der Mann sehr laut, dass die vielbeschäftigte Helga ihrem...
214 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 1:21am
14th Oct 2013 1:21am
The Silence Express Wave
#erotic
#concrete
330 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 10:49pm
13th Oct 2013 10:49pm
"My Mantra: Magilla" by: M.Y. Hand
Magilla, Magilla special deliver,
clumsy dilemma, civil familiar.
Little purple bow-tie wearer,
matching bowler and suspender.
Furry figured, thunder heeler,
motorwheeler, big spiller.
Innocent stealer, town pillar;
"Oh Gee," invite him to dinner.
Crimson shoes, short pants;
he'll make the news, he likes to dance.
He's pleased ta meetcha, the easiest creature.
He'll take your views, give him a chance.
Though time has done a bygone era,
he always was, and will forever
be my special banana...
clumsy dilemma, civil familiar.
Little purple bow-tie wearer,
matching bowler and suspender.
Furry figured, thunder heeler,
motorwheeler, big spiller.
Innocent stealer, town pillar;
"Oh Gee," invite him to dinner.
Crimson shoes, short pants;
he'll make the news, he likes to dance.
He's pleased ta meetcha, the easiest creature.
He'll take your views, give him a chance.
Though time has done a bygone era,
he always was, and will forever
be my special banana...
66 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 5:23pm
11th Oct 2013 5:23pm
Alzheimer's Frontier (p.r.t.a. Who Gives A f**k Forest Forum)
Must everything be domesticated?? !
Art is unbridled, honest, pure, wild;
rarely appreciated in it's time,
and the child-
of a monster.
If you're afraid of the monsters, don't play in the wilderness,
especially don't walk around nakedly in a monsters' den such as this.
The internet, is currently the only accessible frontier left to mankind.
It's so beautiful. Why ruin it?
You're going to miss it when it's gone,
and in your wise...
Art is unbridled, honest, pure, wild;
rarely appreciated in it's time,
and the child-
of a monster.
If you're afraid of the monsters, don't play in the wilderness,
especially don't walk around nakedly in a monsters' den such as this.
The internet, is currently the only accessible frontier left to mankind.
It's so beautiful. Why ruin it?
You're going to miss it when it's gone,
and in your wise...
126 reads
6 Comments
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