Submissions by 010101110110100101 (053927598376y93870873109)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
it's your funeral.
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 5:18pm
7th Nov 2012 5:18pm
today
today i'd like to burn things.
we'll start with paper.
those scrunched up nothings
self infatuated glory stabs
they can go, along with
lists of music i like
diary pages of things i hate
(mainly me and others)
say goodbye to
all those christmasses ago
all those gin soaked raisins
i put my trust in
to bring us a happy new year.
they went up in flames
all right
i wished for the wrong thing
this year and every other.
we'll start with paper.
those scrunched up nothings
self infatuated glory stabs
they can go, along with
lists of music i like
diary pages of things i hate
(mainly me and others)
say goodbye to
all those christmasses ago
all those gin soaked raisins
i put my trust in
to bring us a happy new year.
they went up in flames
all right
i wished for the wrong thing
this year and every other.
761 reads
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 1:16pm
7th Nov 2012 1:16pm
date night
my back curves, my neck falls
Away from the torrent of dull spearheads thudding-a-drumbeat
I know it is a rain-dance. They fall on my chest. They might as well be
Pure acid pouring down for all the difference I care.
I call the invocation:
“take me take me have my life my soul my body or all three
If it makes up the numbers” but nobody hears me over the crashing
Of wasted water. This is not about me.
In the shower-fogged glass I paint on my mask.
I’ve got the colours wrong. the Joker never wore ...
Away from the torrent of dull spearheads thudding-a-drumbeat
I know it is a rain-dance. They fall on my chest. They might as well be
Pure acid pouring down for all the difference I care.
I call the invocation:
“take me take me have my life my soul my body or all three
If it makes up the numbers” but nobody hears me over the crashing
Of wasted water. This is not about me.
In the shower-fogged glass I paint on my mask.
I’ve got the colours wrong. the Joker never wore ...
1007 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2012 00:35am
4th Nov 2012 00:35am
Howicks
bonfire night
when they burn witches
i think
smokeair smokehair
pretty light shows
gunpowder pistol and
i forget
if life is apathy
and spikes of insane
where am i
four walls and a window.
i stayed in
didn't want to see
people
hope no one else
has died tomorrow.
think i must
keep vigil with a lot of
strangers tonight
i will be alive
and fully concious
in their last breath
alone
when they burn witches
i think
smokeair smokehair
pretty light shows
gunpowder pistol and
i forget
if life is apathy
and spikes of insane
where am i
four walls and a window.
i stayed in
didn't want to see
people
hope no one else
has died tomorrow.
think i must
keep vigil with a lot of
strangers tonight
i will be alive
and fully concious
in their last breath
alone
614 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2012 11:31am
2nd Nov 2012 11:31am
mother
you are
crouched, a green fleecy turtle
shelled
topped and tailed
writing with your left hand
wobbly grey letters
in the corner away in the corner
a list of tasks for me
you are
crawling, standing, staggering
(under the window where i always found her)
ascending to your feet
in Darwinian triumph
only to drop again, lie fallen
sink through green carpet
become one with its rolling wave
downtrodden fibre
without strength and without reason
every word we spoke struck like
a wrecking ball on...
crouched, a green fleecy turtle
shelled
topped and tailed
writing with your left hand
wobbly grey letters
in the corner away in the corner
a list of tasks for me
you are
crawling, standing, staggering
(under the window where i always found her)
ascending to your feet
in Darwinian triumph
only to drop again, lie fallen
sink through green carpet
become one with its rolling wave
downtrodden fibre
without strength and without reason
every word we spoke struck like
a wrecking ball on...
871 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 11:27am
27th Oct 2012 11:27am
Pascalle?
what
WHAT
NO FUCKING JOKE
what did we do wrong
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LEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALL...
WHAT
NO FUCKING JOKE
what did we do wrong
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LEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALLEPASCALL...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 3:38pm
26th Oct 2012 3:38pm
bodycage
so many separate aches they should each have their own name i should give them all little jumpsuits to wear with a tag on they're so fucking cold and lonely they're like achey aa meetings where everyone has a hangover and sits apart from each other hugging themselves shielding themselves with shoulders but each person is a bone in my body and each hair on my skin is a sting and each of my toes remembers frostbite and my mind is numbed, i think i feel my brain shrinking and shrivelling like a freeze dried raspberry and am i sulky for thinking i never get anything i want
i want to...
i want to...
864 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 10:15am
25th Oct 2012 10:15am
pidgeon
perhaps it had
broken its legs
or its wings somehow.
on the lush grass it sat
eyes closed as if in
rest or pain-
snapped open in a second
at the death tread
my heavy new school shoes
& their stench of blacking
fear was there
i knew fear.
it tried to move-
awkwardly shuffling along
bird-snake
its feathered chest beating
heaving in oxygen
i was faster.
little outcast fingers
stroked its neck
smiled at power
& closed around it
saw its breath...
broken its legs
or its wings somehow.
on the lush grass it sat
eyes closed as if in
rest or pain-
snapped open in a second
at the death tread
my heavy new school shoes
& their stench of blacking
fear was there
i knew fear.
it tried to move-
awkwardly shuffling along
bird-snake
its feathered chest beating
heaving in oxygen
i was faster.
little outcast fingers
stroked its neck
smiled at power
& closed around it
saw its breath...
861 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2012 11:21pm
24th Oct 2012 11:21pm
na no bed time please
don wanna go'sleep
no eyes why you blinkety blink
wanna be awake alive
feel like am baby child
jus born only jus born
full moon day night
over cradle hangs
addams family mobile
sharp arp arp arp
arp arp
pricked my consciousness
na now lettit flow
be self not like
other those ones they are so dull
no guts no gore
no eyes why you blinkety blink
wanna be awake alive
feel like am baby child
jus born only jus born
full moon day night
over cradle hangs
addams family mobile
sharp arp arp arp
arp arp
pricked my consciousness
na now lettit flow
be self not like
other those ones they are so dull
no guts no gore
625 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2012 2:16pm
24th Oct 2012 2:16pm
"poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."
have they, now-
I intend to rectify this at once
o cheese, you enigma
calcium-rich, yet full of cavities
from the cow you came yet you will not now nourish the cow
again
and wherefore do they pair you with wine
(h-hm... on the nose
I'm getting a faint aroma of bullshit
& not from the farm)
is it because of your shared maturity
you make such a lovely couple?
cheese! the labyrinth of riddles you present to us
is endless; for instance, why when grilled
do you taste so much better?
and what of your animosity
towards chalk;...
I intend to rectify this at once
o cheese, you enigma
calcium-rich, yet full of cavities
from the cow you came yet you will not now nourish the cow
again
and wherefore do they pair you with wine
(h-hm... on the nose
I'm getting a faint aroma of bullshit
& not from the farm)
is it because of your shared maturity
you make such a lovely couple?
cheese! the labyrinth of riddles you present to us
is endless; for instance, why when grilled
do you taste so much better?
and what of your animosity
towards chalk;...
686 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2012 7:37pm
23rd Oct 2012 7:37pm
oh, you :)
oh you]
with your
jimi hendrix epithets
germanic night terror screams
& those lovely poems
little playscenes in some
brechtian tragedy
is that your life?
or are they freezeframes picked
to show you
in the accepted madpoet vein
(excuse my cynicism
& if you can,
my hypocrisy)
hope you don't mind i now call you
friend
& trust you
after all everybody needs
friends; everybody needs reasons
not to die
in this way we keep each other
breathing for a time
even if sometimes it feels like...
with your
jimi hendrix epithets
germanic night terror screams
& those lovely poems
little playscenes in some
brechtian tragedy
is that your life?
or are they freezeframes picked
to show you
in the accepted madpoet vein
(excuse my cynicism
& if you can,
my hypocrisy)
hope you don't mind i now call you
friend
& trust you
after all everybody needs
friends; everybody needs reasons
not to die
in this way we keep each other
breathing for a time
even if sometimes it feels like...
731 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 12:46pm
22nd Oct 2012 12:46pm
Parasite competition entry.
parasite]
the worm worms into the deadly apple
eve-eaten, poison-bred
through so many generations yes
you are father, mother,
fathoms under your bilge rat feet sailing
to homeland
secure ground brainstem lock in your clawed
feet to the place there that
welcomes you
as a friend
and slowly slowly you begin to seed
pin here needle there spreading
your colony through lumpish grey matter
virus
whore
fucking with everything up in there
your babies squirm over ...
the worm worms into the deadly apple
eve-eaten, poison-bred
through so many generations yes
you are father, mother,
fathoms under your bilge rat feet sailing
to homeland
secure ground brainstem lock in your clawed
feet to the place there that
welcomes you
as a friend
and slowly slowly you begin to seed
pin here needle there spreading
your colony through lumpish grey matter
virus
whore
fucking with everything up in there
your babies squirm over ...
652 reads
5 Comments
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