Submissions by johnrot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
that ol bitch slap rappin and a cocaine tongue is more than i could ever ask for duff
it's all relative
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156 reads
2 Comments
fn tps reports
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107 reads
0 Comments
mindless keystyle
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114 reads
2 Comments
uninspired
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142 reads
1 Comment
if a tree falls on my x wife in the forest and noone is around to hear it, will i still catch charges?
i have been places like this before but everything is not always so familiar.
god this feels like forever.
if you are there then i hope you don't hear me wail and moan.
i don't want you to know
that loneliness and missing you has come to feel like home.
if i could change the skies and turn the stars i would rearrange it all for you.
i could give you truth.not like these other mannequins and cool kids cracking jokes.
paper dolls and sappy notes.
i'm wishing you sitting here alone in my busy head.
god this feels like forever.
summer stands to...
god this feels like forever.
if you are there then i hope you don't hear me wail and moan.
i don't want you to know
that loneliness and missing you has come to feel like home.
if i could change the skies and turn the stars i would rearrange it all for you.
i could give you truth.not like these other mannequins and cool kids cracking jokes.
paper dolls and sappy notes.
i'm wishing you sitting here alone in my busy head.
god this feels like forever.
summer stands to...
95 reads
4 Comments
i still call on you
deer god,
i am certainly perplexed with your recent behavior and what comes next,
I miss miss jayne and the way she unconditionally gave me sex and btw loved me. you created jennifer you were goin off and i hate you for it. push me and shove me.the inverted pentagram tattooed on my face was really just to piss you off, and i hope your brother adores me for it, please leave brittany alone. i have been down this road. i've battled you alone since i was whatever years old.
i apologize for all the times i stole. i just wanted nice things and a home. i am thankfull for...
i am certainly perplexed with your recent behavior and what comes next,
I miss miss jayne and the way she unconditionally gave me sex and btw loved me. you created jennifer you were goin off and i hate you for it. push me and shove me.the inverted pentagram tattooed on my face was really just to piss you off, and i hope your brother adores me for it, please leave brittany alone. i have been down this road. i've battled you alone since i was whatever years old.
i apologize for all the times i stole. i just wanted nice things and a home. i am thankfull for...
130 reads
2 Comments
geeks run the world that's why they steal painkillers from the government
promises,promises
location,location,location
it's all about the benjamins
it's not what we say it's how we say it
this is what we say when we are too afraid to try to explain
the elephant in the room
the bull in the china shop
the anxious addict on a poetry site
the endless disconnect
the sunny disposition in the well thought out free write
my roommate just told me my x called
i asked which one?
he replied with " the nasty rude bitch"
i said you'll have to be more specific
cluster bomb compassion
he said she said...
location,location,location
it's all about the benjamins
it's not what we say it's how we say it
this is what we say when we are too afraid to try to explain
the elephant in the room
the bull in the china shop
the anxious addict on a poetry site
the endless disconnect
the sunny disposition in the well thought out free write
my roommate just told me my x called
i asked which one?
he replied with " the nasty rude bitch"
i said you'll have to be more specific
cluster bomb compassion
he said she said...
93 reads
2 Comments
nostalgic neverminds
a star's grave, even scars fade
it's a hard day at the bottom of the hill
it's been an even longer year
i hate the mid day sun but miss it so when it goes so far away
i wonder if my father still stares out the window
does he still enjoy boats and quaint lil corny sceneries?
stay searching for that morning star
the idea of settling and severing
swirving my way into the setting sun is a punch drunk hangover's horribly hated headache
sleep is the man with the big black eyes
i hate people that call a black guy flying a plane anything other then a pilot...
it's a hard day at the bottom of the hill
it's been an even longer year
i hate the mid day sun but miss it so when it goes so far away
i wonder if my father still stares out the window
does he still enjoy boats and quaint lil corny sceneries?
stay searching for that morning star
the idea of settling and severing
swirving my way into the setting sun is a punch drunk hangover's horribly hated headache
sleep is the man with the big black eyes
i hate people that call a black guy flying a plane anything other then a pilot...
84 reads
2 Comments
i'll see you in the next life when we are cats
i woke up this morning to the sound of snakes hissing my name
camoflauge and cryptic
they shed their skin before i take the time to recognize
it's an old friend with a gun to my head
irish roulette
we pass the pistol back and forth with a full clip
dead days are where we used to grow,play and learn
i've always been a sucker for a sleezy blond
nobody gets out of here alive
i auditioned for a role on friends but had no idea how to play the part
nicotine
less sleep more dreams
it's alright
it's all love
it's all good
it's not though...
camoflauge and cryptic
they shed their skin before i take the time to recognize
it's an old friend with a gun to my head
irish roulette
we pass the pistol back and forth with a full clip
dead days are where we used to grow,play and learn
i've always been a sucker for a sleezy blond
nobody gets out of here alive
i auditioned for a role on friends but had no idea how to play the part
nicotine
less sleep more dreams
it's alright
it's all love
it's all good
it's not though...
137 reads
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it's never over
enter the red scented whore
blue mondays keep me vulnerable
maybe i just sweat yellow and dream cold blue
i woke up on the wrong side of the auburn coffin this morning
the dark brown earth covers my body with the disbelief this is resurrection
i've been here before with the fuscia vision i am not so familiar with
they say tope is very soothing yet it startles me
i only see 4 x 7 of it
6 ft to to sunny freedom i expect
even further for middle ground old bruise purple apologies apology a sign of weakness
day by day i ponder my grey return ...
blue mondays keep me vulnerable
maybe i just sweat yellow and dream cold blue
i woke up on the wrong side of the auburn coffin this morning
the dark brown earth covers my body with the disbelief this is resurrection
i've been here before with the fuscia vision i am not so familiar with
they say tope is very soothing yet it startles me
i only see 4 x 7 of it
6 ft to to sunny freedom i expect
even further for middle ground old bruise purple apologies apology a sign of weakness
day by day i ponder my grey return ...
90 reads
2 Comments
schrodinger's mistress
the hat isn't wearing me
the wings make the man but lately there has been a lack of wind
skeletons stay singing sad songs in the summertime
i could only see the sun in her eyes
there is a meth lab in her smile
i'm strung out and trying to remember how to drive
apocalypse pony running in first
a dead leg ahead
a stone's throw behind
i've got nobody on my side
dream vs. memory
nearsighted nostalgia
my very fabric aches with the idea you may call upon me again
the witching hour, a small cloud of grey
clearly we kill each other
you are...
the wings make the man but lately there has been a lack of wind
skeletons stay singing sad songs in the summertime
i could only see the sun in her eyes
there is a meth lab in her smile
i'm strung out and trying to remember how to drive
apocalypse pony running in first
a dead leg ahead
a stone's throw behind
i've got nobody on my side
dream vs. memory
nearsighted nostalgia
my very fabric aches with the idea you may call upon me again
the witching hour, a small cloud of grey
clearly we kill each other
you are...
154 reads
5 Comments
i dream of???????????
no time to look back
peeranoia
i'm in the bottle rub it down
release me
clostrophobic in here
too many images of imperfections
i can see you with your large forehead and eager eyes
eager to fix your lives lies
how did i become the granter of wishes you ask
with my boyish face and shy like demeanor
i'm still a thousand years old
never wash up on sunny beaches
pushed by snowplows in the cold to the dirty side of the road
salt and sand
down by the river sleeping in a van
sarcasm and insecurities sound incredibly similar
every ask...
peeranoia
i'm in the bottle rub it down
release me
clostrophobic in here
too many images of imperfections
i can see you with your large forehead and eager eyes
eager to fix your lives lies
how did i become the granter of wishes you ask
with my boyish face and shy like demeanor
i'm still a thousand years old
never wash up on sunny beaches
pushed by snowplows in the cold to the dirty side of the road
salt and sand
down by the river sleeping in a van
sarcasm and insecurities sound incredibly similar
every ask...
108 reads
0 Comments
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