Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dead Brothers
We go our separate ways.
We'll try our best to stay away
Aware that the past will eat the
path that leads to the future.
We'll try to live consecutive lives,
But in all will breed disaster.
But the ghosts in our houses try not to haunt us.
We've yelled at each other enough to scare them away
Part of me looked away at sundown
It saddened me to see the brightness fade
On and on, we're different people
Changing masks almost every weekday
I can't seem to put this one down
Nor can I explain what it's supposed to reflect
Frozen in the...
We'll try our best to stay away
Aware that the past will eat the
path that leads to the future.
We'll try to live consecutive lives,
But in all will breed disaster.
But the ghosts in our houses try not to haunt us.
We've yelled at each other enough to scare them away
Part of me looked away at sundown
It saddened me to see the brightness fade
On and on, we're different people
Changing masks almost every weekday
I can't seem to put this one down
Nor can I explain what it's supposed to reflect
Frozen in the...
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Old Enemies/New Friends
My guess is I'll die.
Fill my lungs with rancid black tar
Make me a mixtape and break it in half
What we don't know, won't hurt us
Don't throw me a bone, give me a whole skeleton
Replacing my face with a dead guy's death stare
Bullets clenched in between his jaws,
We'll never have to speak of it
We'll never have to talk again
Breathe like a gasping drowning whale
Stuck in the sand when we should be in the sea
Grasping for something to clutch while we're pulled back in
We made this bed let us lay in it.
Breeding shrapnel with camouflage, ...
Fill my lungs with rancid black tar
Make me a mixtape and break it in half
What we don't know, won't hurt us
Don't throw me a bone, give me a whole skeleton
Replacing my face with a dead guy's death stare
Bullets clenched in between his jaws,
We'll never have to speak of it
We'll never have to talk again
Breathe like a gasping drowning whale
Stuck in the sand when we should be in the sea
Grasping for something to clutch while we're pulled back in
We made this bed let us lay in it.
Breeding shrapnel with camouflage, ...
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Garbage Humor
Poison tethers us together and nestles us under feathered wings.
A toxic tribe of toxic people keeping no promises to our king.
A sick, sad older man with a last name that can't be pronounced
Is dying and he will be dead before night comes, and we're all laughing about it.
But tucked underneath the leaves, there's a hidden antidote.
Sparking conflict between the artist and the walls.
The paint is not what it seems, we have been right here before.
Suffering on, letting God tell me what is real and what is not.
Atlantis seemed too happy then, so we sank their...
A toxic tribe of toxic people keeping no promises to our king.
A sick, sad older man with a last name that can't be pronounced
Is dying and he will be dead before night comes, and we're all laughing about it.
But tucked underneath the leaves, there's a hidden antidote.
Sparking conflict between the artist and the walls.
The paint is not what it seems, we have been right here before.
Suffering on, letting God tell me what is real and what is not.
Atlantis seemed too happy then, so we sank their...
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I don't want to think about that
I believe in a two-sided battle
I believe in a two-headed God
I believe in a manner of governed principles
I believe that I'm not at fault
I wish I could rewrite my own past years
I hope you get this note before it's too late
I want nothing for me, but I wish you the best
I want you to hope I'm doing okay too though.
I believe in a two-headed God
I believe in a manner of governed principles
I believe that I'm not at fault
I wish I could rewrite my own past years
I hope you get this note before it's too late
I want nothing for me, but I wish you the best
I want you to hope I'm doing okay too though.
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Cannibalistic Cannabis
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Freedom and how to Avoid it.
He was immaculately conceived
a gaudy dress with a headful of garbage and leaves
Make way for the asphalt filling the spaces between you and me
Soaking up sundrops while I wait to dry up and fizz right out, finally.
A locust storm is approaching the horizon line, and today they're hungry for boy meat.
Flesh is picked and the demons grin underneath my skin,
But these things have failed to hurt me for quite some time.
How come it took 20 years for me to want to be alive?
A story of true passion becomes a pit of emptiness hanging on me.
Something needs to get...
a gaudy dress with a headful of garbage and leaves
Make way for the asphalt filling the spaces between you and me
Soaking up sundrops while I wait to dry up and fizz right out, finally.
A locust storm is approaching the horizon line, and today they're hungry for boy meat.
Flesh is picked and the demons grin underneath my skin,
But these things have failed to hurt me for quite some time.
How come it took 20 years for me to want to be alive?
A story of true passion becomes a pit of emptiness hanging on me.
Something needs to get...
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How I fell in love with my friend's shoe.
Recently, I've been drawn to the fading blues.
Tragically I've been chosen to worship a God not worth talking to.
Blast from the past, and I'm wearing a stranger's coat
I am awake, but Jesus Christ, do I wish I wasn't.
I'll live alone and cough up my kidneys while watching the last season of How I Met Your Mother.
People often forget to count their blessings,
But I count my cigarettes every day.
My girlfriend doesn't even know me anymore
Tragically I've been chosen to worship a God not worth talking to.
Blast from the past, and I'm wearing a stranger's coat
I am awake, but Jesus Christ, do I wish I wasn't.
I'll live alone and cough up my kidneys while watching the last season of How I Met Your Mother.
People often forget to count their blessings,
But I count my cigarettes every day.
My girlfriend doesn't even know me anymore
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Pollution in the Pores.
59 reads
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Cleanse the Non-Believer
52 reads
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Fishing and Hunting and Running and Hiding
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A Portmanteaux Mixed with an Abbreviation
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Hammers and Nails Have Nothing in Common.
God, how many times have I heard this conversation?
I've made such a big mistake.
The skeletons in my closet have become restlessly annoyed.
I've been stinking up this house for a couple years now,
only to find that I'm still just as unhappy.
It seems pointless to keep on going,
the world is tired of me,
and vice versa.
Keep your words to yourself,
or otherwise tell your friends,
leave me be.
I'm a walking contradiction,
I am quick to disappoint
I am quick to judge
I've fought a thousand wars
And my life seems to just focus on...
I've made such a big mistake.
The skeletons in my closet have become restlessly annoyed.
I've been stinking up this house for a couple years now,
only to find that I'm still just as unhappy.
It seems pointless to keep on going,
the world is tired of me,
and vice versa.
Keep your words to yourself,
or otherwise tell your friends,
leave me be.
I'm a walking contradiction,
I am quick to disappoint
I am quick to judge
I've fought a thousand wars
And my life seems to just focus on...
49 reads
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