Submissions by jIMNUT_rOARIN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Clumsy gesture and strange silence before the panel judges. Much timetravel lag, thus employment and land ownership weren't possible. These buttons and screens will be lost, a return to the desert rocks will be made, flowing back into Far Depths again.
The Baby Screams and Screams
The baby screams and screams
In metre unperceived by her mother,
The baby is really saying inside,
"Why have you brought me here?
Why have you forced me into form?
Why have you taught me inadequate motion?
Why did you pluck me from the Cloud?
Do you not see I am worse off now
Than I was in my feathered nest Before?”
And so the mother shakes bright colour distraction
Of white sugar addiction to quiet her little nuisance,
To get back quickly to the plot of reality episode
Blaring its deadly language from the screen,...
In metre unperceived by her mother,
The baby is really saying inside,
"Why have you brought me here?
Why have you forced me into form?
Why have you taught me inadequate motion?
Why did you pluck me from the Cloud?
Do you not see I am worse off now
Than I was in my feathered nest Before?”
And so the mother shakes bright colour distraction
Of white sugar addiction to quiet her little nuisance,
To get back quickly to the plot of reality episode
Blaring its deadly language from the screen,...
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Damn Damn the Start of Chirping Birds!
Damn damn the start of chirping birds!
Soon will be gone the Revealing Words,
The halcyon eyesight halo of blurs,
And sacred moon sharpness to the shivering firs...
Orders, routines, glucose infusion...
Time, formulas, metabolic confusion...
Plastic-package religion-commerce of numbers...
Gasoline-metal acceleration
Of electric-communication thunders...
Such discomfort in the melting-down stillness...
The return of tension to each individual face...
Morning china, parental-protein potions stirred...
Polite ironed laundry of the...
Soon will be gone the Revealing Words,
The halcyon eyesight halo of blurs,
And sacred moon sharpness to the shivering firs...
Orders, routines, glucose infusion...
Time, formulas, metabolic confusion...
Plastic-package religion-commerce of numbers...
Gasoline-metal acceleration
Of electric-communication thunders...
Such discomfort in the melting-down stillness...
The return of tension to each individual face...
Morning china, parental-protein potions stirred...
Polite ironed laundry of the...
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So Shall the Parasites...
So shall the parasites who squirm
Through the liquid of brain,
Command our violent exchange...
So shall the parasites who swell the longing tongue,
Demand my duty to increase their perfecting structure...
So shall they enforce wrath mentality
Into the minds of authority to have me destroyed,
Should I protest and refrain...
And so shall the atheist murder the Metaphysician...
So shall the parasites who squirm
Through the liquid of brain...
Through the liquid of brain,
Command our violent exchange...
So shall the parasites who swell the longing tongue,
Demand my duty to increase their perfecting structure...
So shall they enforce wrath mentality
Into the minds of authority to have me destroyed,
Should I protest and refrain...
And so shall the atheist murder the Metaphysician...
So shall the parasites who squirm
Through the liquid of brain...
37 reads
2 Comments
(***NOT A POEM***) Further Introductory Blurb (***Filler/Long***)
Upcoming piece. Not anywhere near finished. If I posted the document now in its present form it wouldn't so much be that I would risk getting kicked off this site, but more so risk getting kicked out of humanity...
For now read the rather cheery posting beside this one, entitled "How I Use the Deep Underground Site - Clarifications and User Manual".
Enough damage to the people's good day has been done with that one alone...
For now read the rather cheery posting beside this one, entitled "How I Use the Deep Underground Site - Clarifications and User Manual".
Enough damage to the people's good day has been done with that one alone...
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(***NOT A POEM***) How I Use the Deep Underground Site - Clarifications and User Manual (***Filler/Long***)
1. Reading List. When I signed onto the site, I was adequately completely shitfaced. For the first week of site usage I was off from 60 straight days of outdoor winter labour work and was thus in a reliable state of reasonable alcoholism (roughly one drink per hour daily between the hours of 3pm to 5am). So in the formative integration of this site into my membranous neural organism, I didn’t read any rule lists or agreement forms, nor did I properly catch on to any common-sense social protocols. I became accustomed to a particular set of habits, and since then have done little to modify...
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We Need More Dykes! (***Filler***)
Oh everybody knows where the pretty girl shows
The working boy goes, the right war wing machine grows...
So pretty girl get rid of your makeup
Cut off your hair or put it in a Mohawk
Scissor up that pretty frilly dress
And wear loose blue jeans
Eat chocolate icecream
Steak and potatoes...
Cause we need more dykes in this world...
I can’t think of any second verse
But I think you know what I mean that it’s a curse
That we need more dykes in this world
It’s the only thing that will get us through, get us...
The working boy goes, the right war wing machine grows...
So pretty girl get rid of your makeup
Cut off your hair or put it in a Mohawk
Scissor up that pretty frilly dress
And wear loose blue jeans
Eat chocolate icecream
Steak and potatoes...
Cause we need more dykes in this world...
I can’t think of any second verse
But I think you know what I mean that it’s a curse
That we need more dykes in this world
It’s the only thing that will get us through, get us...
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Sometimes "Being Me" Just Isn't Good Enough
AUDIO RECORDING @:
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/sometimes-being-me-just-isnt-good-enough
What’s the use with being healthy if I’m still gonna’ die?
What’s the use with being happy if I don’t have any friends?
Cause sometimes “being me” just isn’t good enough...
What’s the use with being smart if the world is gonna’ end?
What’s the use with being safe if it doesn’t get it me laid?
Cause sometimes “being me” just isn’t good enough...
There’s not enough time to...
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/sometimes-being-me-just-isnt-good-enough
What’s the use with being healthy if I’m still gonna’ die?
What’s the use with being happy if I don’t have any friends?
Cause sometimes “being me” just isn’t good enough...
What’s the use with being smart if the world is gonna’ end?
What’s the use with being safe if it doesn’t get it me laid?
Cause sometimes “being me” just isn’t good enough...
There’s not enough time to...
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Diabetic Drunk (***Filler***)
Audio Recording @:
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/diabetic-drunk
I’m a diabetic drunk
I take one drink and I’m down in the funk!
I’m a diabetic drunk
I take one drink and I puke out the punk!
And I can’t get a fuck and I'm shit out of duck
‘Cause it looks like I’m stuck sleeping in the back of my truck
If you thought all of this was just a little show
Then grab a seat and clap your hands before I go
‘Cause I won’t be coming down these ways any more
And I won’t be through this...
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/diabetic-drunk
I’m a diabetic drunk
I take one drink and I’m down in the funk!
I’m a diabetic drunk
I take one drink and I puke out the punk!
And I can’t get a fuck and I'm shit out of duck
‘Cause it looks like I’m stuck sleeping in the back of my truck
If you thought all of this was just a little show
Then grab a seat and clap your hands before I go
‘Cause I won’t be coming down these ways any more
And I won’t be through this...
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Your Twenty-Oh's Are Over... (***Filler***)
Audio Recording @:
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/your-twenty-ohs-are-over
So we’ve had enough of you
It’s time for something new
You just would never do
You couldn’t get us through
Your neutral looks won’t cut it anymore
Your trendy tights won’t cut it anymore
Your clitchy jokes won’t cut it anymore
Your retro nights won’t cut it anymore
Your industrial lofts won’t cut it anymore
Your starbuck walks won’t cut it anymore
Your militant boots won’t cut it anymore ...
https://soundcloud.com/jim-nut-roarin/your-twenty-ohs-are-over
So we’ve had enough of you
It’s time for something new
You just would never do
You couldn’t get us through
Your neutral looks won’t cut it anymore
Your trendy tights won’t cut it anymore
Your clitchy jokes won’t cut it anymore
Your retro nights won’t cut it anymore
Your industrial lofts won’t cut it anymore
Your starbuck walks won’t cut it anymore
Your militant boots won’t cut it anymore ...
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Poor Fishy... (***Filler***)
poor fishy
had to die
because of me
poor fishy
didn’t get to end of stream
didn’t get to finish up the dream
no more time for your swishy swishy
you feed the slime of my squishy squishy
poor fishy
had to die
because of me.
had to die
because of me
poor fishy
didn’t get to end of stream
didn’t get to finish up the dream
no more time for your swishy swishy
you feed the slime of my squishy squishy
poor fishy
had to die
because of me.
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3 Comments
Dammit Luff! (***Filler***)
Dammit Luff!
Dammit Luff!
You need to make more 20 minute songs!
You need to turn random glitches into rave-hot witches!
Or the other way around!
Dammit Luff!
You’re a specimen that needs a microphone in front of it!
And an endless supply of gigabytes!
With a power-surge protector!
Dammit Luff!
They need to give you a prescription to see what it does to you!
Dammit Luff!
Girls are too much of a calendar!
A coil-ring day-planner!
A requirement to wake up after a sleep forced to be...
Dammit Luff!
You need to make more 20 minute songs!
You need to turn random glitches into rave-hot witches!
Or the other way around!
Dammit Luff!
You’re a specimen that needs a microphone in front of it!
And an endless supply of gigabytes!
With a power-surge protector!
Dammit Luff!
They need to give you a prescription to see what it does to you!
Dammit Luff!
Girls are too much of a calendar!
A coil-ring day-planner!
A requirement to wake up after a sleep forced to be...
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9 Comments
The Madman Stares from His Window (***Filler/Long***)
**WARNING: Some offensive religious content.***
PART ONE: "The Madman Stares from His Window"
God [in the form of the tempting voice spoken behind the ear]: Is this what you want?
[said to the madman watching the shiny white legs on the sidewalk below, the bustly hairbun chatting on her cellphone]
Madman: No...
No, I don’t want that...
I just want it to exist...
I just want it to pass by...
I just want it to be there,
For my other men,
That they may be captured,
And thus motivated
To keep the world...
PART ONE: "The Madman Stares from His Window"
God [in the form of the tempting voice spoken behind the ear]: Is this what you want?
[said to the madman watching the shiny white legs on the sidewalk below, the bustly hairbun chatting on her cellphone]
Madman: No...
No, I don’t want that...
I just want it to exist...
I just want it to pass by...
I just want it to be there,
For my other men,
That they may be captured,
And thus motivated
To keep the world...
58 reads
9 Comments
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