Submissions by 0913338 (Semaj)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2015 4:09am
1st Mar 2015 4:09am
her
she died
you did not know
her
it did not rain
it was sunny
birds sang
you did not know
her
next time
when she dies
because you know
her
i will cry
you did not know
her
it did not rain
it was sunny
birds sang
you did not know
her
next time
when she dies
because you know
her
i will cry
1136 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 4:21pm
27th Feb 2015 4:21pm
ebbs
salt bone blood
shells on the beach
ground down
to gone
shells on the beach
ground down
to gone
730 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 5:40am
23rd Feb 2015 5:40am
crass? i protest NO!
crass?
i protest NO!
my genitals displayed
a remarkable and delicate
sensitivity toward the
young lady's vagina party,
and while, yes, this was
a sad lonely jack-off
to an anonymous web cam,
my self caress was preformed
with stylish excellence,
and dare i say, a touch
of debauched class
i protest NO!
my genitals displayed
a remarkable and delicate
sensitivity toward the
young lady's vagina party,
and while, yes, this was
a sad lonely jack-off
to an anonymous web cam,
my self caress was preformed
with stylish excellence,
and dare i say, a touch
of debauched class
702 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 6:33am
18th Feb 2015 6:33am
exercise on a snow day
i made plans to exercise
at the gym today but the
snow and ice stopped me
so it's back to the keyboard
holding my cock looking
for that special girl
with a camera on her
cunt just for me and her few
thousand other friends
at the gym today but the
snow and ice stopped me
so it's back to the keyboard
holding my cock looking
for that special girl
with a camera on her
cunt just for me and her few
thousand other friends
931 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 5:46am
23rd Sep 2014 5:46am
the DU japanese battle rap giant squid calamari blue plate
what? a dinner party? a genocide?
count me in? i've got the plates dear
yes the blue ones
made from precious arian iris, who's on the list?
well, you can't invite old mussolini calamaro and skinny squid hirohito
without getting the boys from the church on the hill and that little
moostashed screamer everyone seems to like so much from the radio
the vaporized burned flesh, still pink on the inside, 300 thousand body
mushroom cloud entrée really will be the talk of the town
hugs kisses bullets and bayonets
don't forget the wine
count me in? i've got the plates dear
yes the blue ones
made from precious arian iris, who's on the list?
well, you can't invite old mussolini calamaro and skinny squid hirohito
without getting the boys from the church on the hill and that little
moostashed screamer everyone seems to like so much from the radio
the vaporized burned flesh, still pink on the inside, 300 thousand body
mushroom cloud entrée really will be the talk of the town
hugs kisses bullets and bayonets
don't forget the wine
813 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Sep 2014 6:00am
20th Sep 2014 6:00am
Re. DA ding a-ling kompetishun
when the beetles sang i wanna hold your hand
it was the echo of a rutting stags bellow
an earth humping howl from the mississippi mud
chucky's berries was right
i want you to play with my ding-a-ling
ain't no subterfuge nor metaphor nor
innuendo ya hear
just tongue clapping hammers ringing
hell(lows) in nectar cup acoustics
ding dongs whistling in your in door
cause you ain't dead wood yet
and when her hand smacks
the pavlovain curves of her ass
it's like a hells bells buckets of blood
call...
it was the echo of a rutting stags bellow
an earth humping howl from the mississippi mud
chucky's berries was right
i want you to play with my ding-a-ling
ain't no subterfuge nor metaphor nor
innuendo ya hear
just tongue clapping hammers ringing
hell(lows) in nectar cup acoustics
ding dongs whistling in your in door
cause you ain't dead wood yet
and when her hand smacks
the pavlovain curves of her ass
it's like a hells bells buckets of blood
call...
797 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 5:43am
22nd Aug 2014 5:43am
today's news is
today's news is
legs get spread by the gun of cain
and able beheads the storytellers of the king
abraham prepares his baby for sacrifice
while his teenagers joke about the ice water
folly of the masses to quell death in donations
blood pours from the holes in bodies
because we can't stop eating monkeys
or putting bullets in each other
it’s a daisy sun burst blue cloud larvae
resurrection from the slaughters world
no matter how many trees we hug
the soldiers bayonet will always find
a ripe belly to unburden of its fruit
legs get spread by the gun of cain
and able beheads the storytellers of the king
abraham prepares his baby for sacrifice
while his teenagers joke about the ice water
folly of the masses to quell death in donations
blood pours from the holes in bodies
because we can't stop eating monkeys
or putting bullets in each other
it’s a daisy sun burst blue cloud larvae
resurrection from the slaughters world
no matter how many trees we hug
the soldiers bayonet will always find
a ripe belly to unburden of its fruit
790 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 4:49am
10th Jul 2014 4:49am
a man-fish ready to climb mountains
grains of sand in the eye don't lie
as you run dive in the water
to clean this blinding truth
in the cold water of genesis
eyes open under the salt grey sea
rising with your dog-head shaking
to meet the burning-star white-cloud day
skin glinting with droplet scales
like a man-fish ready to climb mountains
as you run dive in the water
to clean this blinding truth
in the cold water of genesis
eyes open under the salt grey sea
rising with your dog-head shaking
to meet the burning-star white-cloud day
skin glinting with droplet scales
like a man-fish ready to climb mountains
707 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th May 2014 4:37am
9th May 2014 4:37am
at god at nothing
the whiskey made me
or the want from
all gone the
whiskey made me
i told the cinder blocks
the locks and keys
the jailer the judge
the lawyer the cop
the handcuffs the taser
the window broken
the blood on fire
made me the whiskey
blame the corn too
the rain the dirt
the farmer his daughter
her legs the sun
just don't blame me
the irish the scots
the drunks the monkeys
all we've got left
is this feces...
or the want from
all gone the
whiskey made me
i told the cinder blocks
the locks and keys
the jailer the judge
the lawyer the cop
the handcuffs the taser
the window broken
the blood on fire
made me the whiskey
blame the corn too
the rain the dirt
the farmer his daughter
her legs the sun
just don't blame me
the irish the scots
the drunks the monkeys
all we've got left
is this feces...
882 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 6:05am
30th Apr 2014 6:05am
happy mother's day
you’re a shit child
she said
like i love you
you really truly are
i don’t like your friends
you’re a good lair
get a coat it's cold
get sick and die then
mommies tired
go buy me a pack
poor me another glass
shut up goddamn it
and go to sleep
thank you
she said
for making my life
hell
your welcome
she said
like i love you
you really truly are
i don’t like your friends
you’re a good lair
get a coat it's cold
get sick and die then
mommies tired
go buy me a pack
poor me another glass
shut up goddamn it
and go to sleep
thank you
she said
for making my life
hell
your welcome
898 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 4:19am
23rd Apr 2014 4:19am
ole' man of silver queen kingdom
acres he tilled at night
after the factory work putting
shiny bum-pers on trucks
spring, we poked seeds in the black dirt
when almanacs prophesized
an end of the seasonal ice-grass
hoe-weeding rows all days but sabbaths
"not the goddamn corn boys "
he said on leather hand saturdays
swinging sun up till down
we never asked for drink untill
he walked to the hose and
fed his mud-cracked lips
the green hard...
after the factory work putting
shiny bum-pers on trucks
spring, we poked seeds in the black dirt
when almanacs prophesized
an end of the seasonal ice-grass
hoe-weeding rows all days but sabbaths
"not the goddamn corn boys "
he said on leather hand saturdays
swinging sun up till down
we never asked for drink untill
he walked to the hose and
fed his mud-cracked lips
the green hard...
890 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2014 4:42am
22nd Apr 2014 4:42am
five four three two one
to be honest (fingers crossed)
i did sleep with your wife
and your husband
passed out before the dog
got involved
but what i
planned to say
was i am
attached to my esophagus
or it to my stomach
and it's like a snake
contracting cows
and pigs and cupcakes
(a penny once - mom said
swallowing presidents
was a bad idea, but an old abe
may be better than
a slick willy i supposed)
well, and to the idea
(still with me) really,
attached too the idea that is
that esophagus has...
i did sleep with your wife
and your husband
passed out before the dog
got involved
but what i
planned to say
was i am
attached to my esophagus
or it to my stomach
and it's like a snake
contracting cows
and pigs and cupcakes
(a penny once - mom said
swallowing presidents
was a bad idea, but an old abe
may be better than
a slick willy i supposed)
well, and to the idea
(still with me) really,
attached too the idea that is
that esophagus has...
824 reads
5 Comments
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