Submissions by brainsandwich
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The grotesque beauty of chaos releases the inner insanity upon which the sanctuary is built.
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 9:35am
25th Aug 2014 9:35am
My Monkey Eats Mangos
her ovaries tasted like jello
papaya mango I do recall
one was larger than
the other,somewhat distorted
a retarded misfit I guess
that one tasted like mango
I hate mango so I gave it to
the monkey on my back
it eats anything...except bananas
I've never heard of a monkey
that doesn't eat bananas
stupid monkey get off my back
and get your own
papaya mango ovaries
papaya mango I do recall
one was larger than
the other,somewhat distorted
a retarded misfit I guess
that one tasted like mango
I hate mango so I gave it to
the monkey on my back
it eats anything...except bananas
I've never heard of a monkey
that doesn't eat bananas
stupid monkey get off my back
and get your own
papaya mango ovaries
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 1:05am
22nd Jun 2014 1:05am
Doorways Of Madness
the game that I play
dances in dark corners
spying on myself to see
if I'm still here
hallucinations of holocaust
seen through the crack in my doorway
is it me or my mind
that has got so diseased
retracing my steps through
the painful reminders
I stick and I stab
I drink to absorb
all the visions of grandeur
and self mutilations
I hide in my closet
so I feel reborn
the reminder or arrogance
ghosts in the hallway
the past is long gone
but the nightmare remains
to torment good fortune
a...
dances in dark corners
spying on myself to see
if I'm still here
hallucinations of holocaust
seen through the crack in my doorway
is it me or my mind
that has got so diseased
retracing my steps through
the painful reminders
I stick and I stab
I drink to absorb
all the visions of grandeur
and self mutilations
I hide in my closet
so I feel reborn
the reminder or arrogance
ghosts in the hallway
the past is long gone
but the nightmare remains
to torment good fortune
a...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2014 7:03am
24th May 2014 7:03am
25¢ Picture Show
to remember is like
walking backwards
through an old snuff movie
each frame is a step
into the tormented mind
of a wicked creature
bound to this world
by a passion for
the pretty things
intricate fragments of
subconscious entwined with
beautiful images of life
or the lack of have
brought all gods people
back to this one place
to find sanctuary
from the monsters within
we replay the movie
on the basement wall...
walking backwards
through an old snuff movie
each frame is a step
into the tormented mind
of a wicked creature
bound to this world
by a passion for
the pretty things
intricate fragments of
subconscious entwined with
beautiful images of life
or the lack of have
brought all gods people
back to this one place
to find sanctuary
from the monsters within
we replay the movie
on the basement wall...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th May 2014 4:40am
13th May 2014 4:40am
Just Another Normal Night
twisted into
a devilish delight
joints dislocated
limbs tied together
with your hair
your body yields
to my blade
I dress you
in tribal tattoos
with blood your
body cums for me
lubricating your ass
there lies a
gluttonous feast
where I capture
your soul in a
half empty bottle
of Jim Beam
clean the cum
from my blade
still I sit
smoke and drink
while watching the
Flintstones on TV
a devilish delight
joints dislocated
limbs tied together
with your hair
your body yields
to my blade
I dress you
in tribal tattoos
with blood your
body cums for me
lubricating your ass
there lies a
gluttonous feast
where I capture
your soul in a
half empty bottle
of Jim Beam
clean the cum
from my blade
still I sit
smoke and drink
while watching the
Flintstones on TV
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2014 7:14am
10th May 2014 7:14am
A Hammer Falls
a hammer falls
broken glass cries
serenity is shattered
feeble eyes look into
mirrored shards
of past memories
scattered on the floor
forgotten youth caught
in rays of sunshine
before the dusk
of mans final night
broken glass cries
serenity is shattered
feeble eyes look into
mirrored shards
of past memories
scattered on the floor
forgotten youth caught
in rays of sunshine
before the dusk
of mans final night
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2014 4:35am
6th May 2014 4:35am
Open See Reveal
life remains a
boardwalk sideshow
a gross interpretation
enlightend only by
a disdain for the more
intrecate things in life
ludicrous things
that seem more an
annoyance than a luxury
yet images that
occupy ones mind
delighting the senses
warping moral fibers
like a fun house mirror
leaving only the
corpse of a carny
holding two free
tickets to ride
boardwalk sideshow
a gross interpretation
enlightend only by
a disdain for the more
intrecate things in life
ludicrous things
that seem more an
annoyance than a luxury
yet images that
occupy ones mind
delighting the senses
warping moral fibers
like a fun house mirror
leaving only the
corpse of a carny
holding two free
tickets to ride
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2014 8:08am
4th May 2014 8:08am
One
I lapse from reality
to the erotic fantasy
held within the
palm of my hand
focusing on immoral fibers
shattering the screen
upon my bloody retinas
I am on a journey
through fields of flesh
intwined in my mind
grotesque statues
erected for my pleasure
behind closed doors
they are one with me
I am one with my hand
the erratic pounding
against my body
animalistic movements
surge on the images
and splatter artistic glory
on encrypted pictures
that make me feel love
over and over hour for hour
day after day...
to the erotic fantasy
held within the
palm of my hand
focusing on immoral fibers
shattering the screen
upon my bloody retinas
I am on a journey
through fields of flesh
intwined in my mind
grotesque statues
erected for my pleasure
behind closed doors
they are one with me
I am one with my hand
the erratic pounding
against my body
animalistic movements
surge on the images
and splatter artistic glory
on encrypted pictures
that make me feel love
over and over hour for hour
day after day...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 4:30am
23rd Apr 2014 4:30am
Farmer Grays Fields
widowed and worried
wrinkled lines of time
upon the cross of reflection
fields drenched in blood
from flowers once left
to memories of gray
faded and frayed
in the highball of life
ice melting away
the wheat lies silent
to the sickles blade
sharpened with stone
to medical precision
quarterd fillade
waiting is the grinder
to digest deep insider
feed the fields farmer gray
cars pass smile and wave
whistle a tune
feed the fields
with mrs gray
wrinkled lines of time
upon the cross of reflection
fields drenched in blood
from flowers once left
to memories of gray
faded and frayed
in the highball of life
ice melting away
the wheat lies silent
to the sickles blade
sharpened with stone
to medical precision
quarterd fillade
waiting is the grinder
to digest deep insider
feed the fields farmer gray
cars pass smile and wave
whistle a tune
feed the fields
with mrs gray
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 5:26am
21st Apr 2014 5:26am
Life As I Know It
life as I know it
a thin webbed disguise
of demons and devils
dancing inside
a half empty bottle
a half empty bed
a half empty soul
a half empty head
I look in the mirror
and what do I see
a picture of you
a picture of me
a picture of four
a picture of three
a picture of life
as it was meant to be...
the old man
takes one last drag
from his cigarette
and throws it
into the ocean
he looks back
at the beach
flips it the finger
and says goodbye
a thin webbed disguise
of demons and devils
dancing inside
a half empty bottle
a half empty bed
a half empty soul
a half empty head
I look in the mirror
and what do I see
a picture of you
a picture of me
a picture of four
a picture of three
a picture of life
as it was meant to be...
the old man
takes one last drag
from his cigarette
and throws it
into the ocean
he looks back
at the beach
flips it the finger
and says goodbye
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 7:58am
20th Apr 2014 7:58am
The White Room
thrown again in the white room
sterile, barren, one bed, two chairs
one blacked out window
a door that only swings in
one camera in the corner
two florescent lights above my head
I lay there don't move don't blink
I came in a intoxicated suicidal man
I am leaving a monster
this room has driven me mad
sterile, barren, one bed, two chairs
one blacked out window
a door that only swings in
one camera in the corner
two florescent lights above my head
I lay there don't move don't blink
I came in a intoxicated suicidal man
I am leaving a monster
this room has driven me mad
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 1:08am
4th Apr 2014 1:08am
Sobriety
as you stand facing into the wind
you realize it was not god
who brought you here
but your feet wandering endlessly
through the sands of time
you realize it was not god
who brought you here
but your feet wandering endlessly
through the sands of time
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 3:49am
17th Mar 2014 3:49am
Jim Morrison's Bong
the skys close
heavens gates
flash in neon
no vacancy
closed on sunday
are all hopes to
find sweet serenity
dope in my veins
wine in my heart
a exotic dose
to free my mind
I roam the world
in search of sanctuary
within these lands
I find none
below fires tempt
legs spread wide
craving fulfillment
arching curiosity
with no sure ends
hotel motel hangman's fate
the bathroom walls
choke my soul
like the smoke from
Jim Morrison's bong
heavens gates
flash in neon
no vacancy
closed on sunday
are all hopes to
find sweet serenity
dope in my veins
wine in my heart
a exotic dose
to free my mind
I roam the world
in search of sanctuary
within these lands
I find none
below fires tempt
legs spread wide
craving fulfillment
arching curiosity
with no sure ends
hotel motel hangman's fate
the bathroom walls
choke my soul
like the smoke from
Jim Morrison's bong
90 reads
4 Comments
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