Submissions by AdamAmor (Adam Amor)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A World Traveling Adventurist Who Enjoys Exploring The More Experiment Sides of this Experience called Life. Author of Multiple #1 Best Selling Poetry Books ∆
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 2:23pm
18th Sep 2018 2:23pm
YouTube Is The Devil
YouTube Is The Devil
Don’t know how it started,
or if it’ll ever end,
some call it Samsara,
others call it trends,
watched a video on YouTube,
Mac Miller in bed with Ariana Grande,
Mac died last week from an OD/suicide,
after Ariana got engaged to another man,
then I Googled this,
“nude photos of Ariana Grande”,
what’s the matter with me why does everything lead,
to having my cock in my hand,
swear to God YouTube is the Devil,
got me to watch screens,
used to have more freedom,
because I...
Don’t know how it started,
or if it’ll ever end,
some call it Samsara,
others call it trends,
watched a video on YouTube,
Mac Miller in bed with Ariana Grande,
Mac died last week from an OD/suicide,
after Ariana got engaged to another man,
then I Googled this,
“nude photos of Ariana Grande”,
what’s the matter with me why does everything lead,
to having my cock in my hand,
swear to God YouTube is the Devil,
got me to watch screens,
used to have more freedom,
because I...
#depression
#misunderstood
#rap
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2018 1:00pm
17th Sep 2018 1:00pm
The Villain & The Dealer
Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian,
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore,
and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
got this queasy feeling on the line reeling,
coming undone at the same time wound up and spun,
I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
can escape every position except the one I’m in,
can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth,
then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor,
because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore,
and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
#anxiety
#regret
#MeToo
#suicide
#despair
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2016 7:14pm
11th Jul 2016 7:14pm
Honey Bee Suicide
Honey Bee Suicide
Buzzin’ like a honey bee,
with my cousins in a family tree,
whole hive here we’re high here,
it’s a honey bee suicide affair still we have no fear,
we drive ourselves to sexual suicide,
in pursuit of the queen bee,
drenched in honey so sticky,
all allure no cure for this sick society,
see,
as a society,
we are so lost,
there’s a variety of insobriety,
contrary anxieties and souls sold at almost no cost,
praising false idols,
and buying fake dreams at a bargain basement low cost,
we are...
Buzzin’ like a honey bee,
with my cousins in a family tree,
whole hive here we’re high here,
it’s a honey bee suicide affair still we have no fear,
we drive ourselves to sexual suicide,
in pursuit of the queen bee,
drenched in honey so sticky,
all allure no cure for this sick society,
see,
as a society,
we are so lost,
there’s a variety of insobriety,
contrary anxieties and souls sold at almost no cost,
praising false idols,
and buying fake dreams at a bargain basement low cost,
we are...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 1:37pm
10th Jul 2016 1:37pm
Rise & Shine
Totally out of it,
don’t even know which flip-flops I put on,
what day is it?
what time is it?
it's sunset.
And I already want to write another poem,
But I won’t write another sunset poem,
at least not yet.
There’s breakfast to fix,
there's a pool to swim,
it's magnificent,
this twisted life I'm in,
so before we break bread,
let’s pray,
“Good morning Beautiful world,
what a wonderful day to give thanks!”
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
If...
don’t even know which flip-flops I put on,
what day is it?
what time is it?
it's sunset.
And I already want to write another poem,
But I won’t write another sunset poem,
at least not yet.
There’s breakfast to fix,
there's a pool to swim,
it's magnificent,
this twisted life I'm in,
so before we break bread,
let’s pray,
“Good morning Beautiful world,
what a wonderful day to give thanks!”
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
If...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 6:55am
10th Jul 2016 6:55am
She Is
∆ She Is ∆
Her head's in the clouds,
feet firmly planted on solid ground,
she's a walking paradox in all honestness,
she's light she's is sound she's as crazy as that sounds,
she's a real live wire,
an uncontrollable wild fire,
chaos in her refections she doesn't ask for directions,
as madness defeats the sadness in her eyes of sapphire...
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
If you could take a moment to check it out,
and even write a review it'd be most...
Her head's in the clouds,
feet firmly planted on solid ground,
she's a walking paradox in all honestness,
she's light she's is sound she's as crazy as that sounds,
she's a real live wire,
an uncontrollable wild fire,
chaos in her refections she doesn't ask for directions,
as madness defeats the sadness in her eyes of sapphire...
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
If you could take a moment to check it out,
and even write a review it'd be most...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 1:00am
10th Jul 2016 1:00am
Reality Rap
Reality Rap
Got another flight to catch again,
I don’t want to go,
not ready to touch down,
not ready at all,
a cracka with an attitude,
apple sauce from Adam,
Deviled eggs eaten outta the Hand of God,
and Angel food cake served by Satan,
cake cake cake debate is hardly worth a retort,
the frosting is awesome I’ll even take it on the tort,
or tart Peter Park no Spiderman,
bitten by a scorpion on my right hand,
and these aren’t just rhymes,
they’re Reality Rap,
and if you like this,
well you’re gonna love that,...
Got another flight to catch again,
I don’t want to go,
not ready to touch down,
not ready at all,
a cracka with an attitude,
apple sauce from Adam,
Deviled eggs eaten outta the Hand of God,
and Angel food cake served by Satan,
cake cake cake debate is hardly worth a retort,
the frosting is awesome I’ll even take it on the tort,
or tart Peter Park no Spiderman,
bitten by a scorpion on my right hand,
and these aren’t just rhymes,
they’re Reality Rap,
and if you like this,
well you’re gonna love that,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 10:42pm
9th Jul 2016 10:42pm
Electro SHOCK Therapy
ElectroShock Therapy
Minor doses of,
electroshock therapy,
typing on a keyboard,
hysterically,
my fingers hurt,
numb could just fall off,
but I keep writing and writing and writing,
applause of,
the crowd,
passively observing,
as I twitch from the EMFs,
that hit in micro-doses that they’re serving,
constructing scripts,
at a pace that’s constant,
do what you feel is real,
because the rest is just nonsense,
on then,
on with the show,
tribal techno,
rapid slow mo,
ready or not here...
Minor doses of,
electroshock therapy,
typing on a keyboard,
hysterically,
my fingers hurt,
numb could just fall off,
but I keep writing and writing and writing,
applause of,
the crowd,
passively observing,
as I twitch from the EMFs,
that hit in micro-doses that they’re serving,
constructing scripts,
at a pace that’s constant,
do what you feel is real,
because the rest is just nonsense,
on then,
on with the show,
tribal techno,
rapid slow mo,
ready or not here...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jul 2016 00:03am
9th Jul 2016 00:03am
WTF is up with Hollywood?
Volume 1 of my new trilogy about Hollywood is now available worldwide.
I’ve decided to donate ALL of the profits of this new trilogy to three charities.
Volume 1 profits will go to a charity that prevents abuse and sexual assault on children.
Please support my new book and by doing so you’ll not only be helping prevent sexual assault,
but you’ll also be helping set an important precedent in making a statement to other artist,
saying that we all need to start giving back and helping each other more than we have.
PLUS you’ll also be getting an epic book of poetry from...
I’ve decided to donate ALL of the profits of this new trilogy to three charities.
Volume 1 profits will go to a charity that prevents abuse and sexual assault on children.
Please support my new book and by doing so you’ll not only be helping prevent sexual assault,
but you’ll also be helping set an important precedent in making a statement to other artist,
saying that we all need to start giving back and helping each other more than we have.
PLUS you’ll also be getting an epic book of poetry from...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 7:43pm
8th Jul 2016 7:43pm
+ America's Son +
America’s Son
Dear America,
what have you become,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your begotten son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you but I don’t know what to do,
because I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like an abusive drunken Trump father,
or a used up distracted Hilary mother,
you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed,
engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need,
Oh say can you...
Dear America,
what have you become,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your begotten son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you but I don’t know what to do,
because I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like an abusive drunken Trump father,
or a used up distracted Hilary mother,
you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed,
engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need,
Oh say can you...
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