Submissions by leonardo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Amateur, comedic, romantic.
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 1:09pm
28th Jun 2012 1:09pm
Drugs is good
I once had a headache it lasted a whole day
then I took phenacitin; the headache went away
Drugs is brilliant.
then I took phenacitin; the headache went away
Drugs is brilliant.
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 3:35pm
26th Jun 2012 3:35pm
If it didn't hurt ; it never mattered.
When you throw your shit at me,
it's you with dirty hands;
It,s always better out than in,
but be careful where it lands.
Change position; aim it at the drain.
Thats where that odure belongs,
not in poems, prose or songs;
There's more to come out, no doubt,
it's clogging up your brain.
Cry baby cry; Red Dust will not buy.
Is it because you're worthless,
to clever by the half?;
they wanted to be educated and enthralled,
they couldn't help but be apalled,
You wanted to make them laugh.
...
it's you with dirty hands;
It,s always better out than in,
but be careful where it lands.
Change position; aim it at the drain.
Thats where that odure belongs,
not in poems, prose or songs;
There's more to come out, no doubt,
it's clogging up your brain.
Cry baby cry; Red Dust will not buy.
Is it because you're worthless,
to clever by the half?;
they wanted to be educated and enthralled,
they couldn't help but be apalled,
You wanted to make them laugh.
...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
25th Jun 2012 11:28am
25th Jun 2012 11:28am
Where does it go?
There was a discussion a while ago,
with a forum on repulsion;
on things that make us sick,
causing great revulsion.
Many, semi, revolting things came out;
I wondered what was coming next;
when a usually, sweet, soft voice,
let out the shout:
"I hate anal sex".
From a voice that will condone
a bisexual lifestyle if you want,
promoting tolerance of peoples whims;
where bodies in the Vol au vent of life,
can do her or hims.
With venom it was said:
"I have many holes,
But,I only want to use the ones...
with a forum on repulsion;
on things that make us sick,
causing great revulsion.
Many, semi, revolting things came out;
I wondered what was coming next;
when a usually, sweet, soft voice,
let out the shout:
"I hate anal sex".
From a voice that will condone
a bisexual lifestyle if you want,
promoting tolerance of peoples whims;
where bodies in the Vol au vent of life,
can do her or hims.
With venom it was said:
"I have many holes,
But,I only want to use the ones...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2012 2:14pm
23rd Jun 2012 2:14pm
Ode to veggies everywhere. Or: What to do if you want to cool a relationship.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 3:08pm
21st Jun 2012 3:08pm
Air Movement
It's empty; I am surrounded by bodies but my world is unpopulated, stagnant.
Mouths open and close; the amplification and rarification of air; the breath scent repugnant.
Doppler kicks in cancelling the hertz;
I can only stare and wonder what the words mean.
I should not be here.
My head hurts, like a tusker in musth.
Who are they trying to impress? Me?
I don't want to comprehend. Their words will be dust.
Mouths open and close; the amplification and rarification of air; the breath scent repugnant.
Doppler kicks in cancelling the hertz;
I can only stare and wonder what the words mean.
I should not be here.
My head hurts, like a tusker in musth.
Who are they trying to impress? Me?
I don't want to comprehend. Their words will be dust.
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 1:31pm
15th Jun 2012 1:31pm
At the desolate altar.
I left her;I shouldn't have,but I was being devoured,slowly destroyed.Selfishly,I left her.
I cried constantly for her and what should have been; her selfishness had turned me selfish and stranded me in guilt.
I should have stayed,wasted away and became what she wanted me to be.She didn't want me,she wanted Jesus,as long as he would pamper to her whims.
Jesus loved everybody lady. Too much competition.
Try worshipping at the altar of real life.
I cried constantly for her and what should have been; her selfishness had turned me selfish and stranded me in guilt.
I should have stayed,wasted away and became what she wanted me to be.She didn't want me,she wanted Jesus,as long as he would pamper to her whims.
Jesus loved everybody lady. Too much competition.
Try worshipping at the altar of real life.
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 2:24pm
6th Jun 2012 2:24pm
Who is Knocking
I was day dreaming, of past loves and the way bodies work together.
Then the doorbell rang.
I feared to answer as the caller would see my secrets.
"Don't be a fool, it will be a stranger, what can they know of you?"
It was you, you had forgotten your key.
You knew everything anyway, well almost.
Then the doorbell rang.
I feared to answer as the caller would see my secrets.
"Don't be a fool, it will be a stranger, what can they know of you?"
It was you, you had forgotten your key.
You knew everything anyway, well almost.
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