Submissions by BoFantastic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry for fun. It is one of my many graces. I like poetry because it is a great way to express emotions and ideas. Thank you.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 5:59am
5th Nov 2015 5:59am
blood and bone robot
robots
aren't made of metal,
no,
those are machines.
robots
are made of blood and bones.
and they are programmed.
they are breathing,
they are eating,
they are sleeping.
they even dream.
robots dream.
aren't made of metal,
no,
those are machines.
robots
are made of blood and bones.
and they are programmed.
they are breathing,
they are eating,
they are sleeping.
they even dream.
robots dream.
514 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 10:35pm
27th Sep 2015 10:35pm
When You Wrong Yourself
where do you seek justice from
when you wrong yourself?
forgiveness
is what you need.
when you wrong yourself?
forgiveness
is what you need.
485 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2015 2:09am
10th Sep 2015 2:09am
On Writing
in writing,
nothing is ever complete.
you just got to know when
to quit. and to walk.
away.
nothing is ever complete.
you just got to know when
to quit. and to walk.
away.
530 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 10:06pm
3rd Sep 2015 10:06pm
Climbing
mountain climbers
don’t climb mountains for fun;
that’s just one way of getting a high—
er perspective.
don’t climb mountains for fun;
that’s just one way of getting a high—
er perspective.
499 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 6:46am
3rd Sep 2015 6:46am
Grasped
nothing is out of reach;
only out of practice.
only out of practice.
551 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 2:09am
31st Aug 2015 2:09am
Pearl
when you get good at something,
the world doesn't become an oyster.
it becomes an ocean.
the world doesn't become an oyster.
it becomes an ocean.
545 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 10:53pm
21st Aug 2015 10:53pm
Writing for Kicks Sucks Dicks
writing for fun
is no fun
writing for money
feels so cheap
I write for thunder
I write for rain
I want to make
the clouds weep
writing for kicks
sucks dicks
writing for approval
moves no shit
I write for a cause
lost in the fog
but still a cause
worth writing for
is no fun
writing for money
feels so cheap
I write for thunder
I write for rain
I want to make
the clouds weep
writing for kicks
sucks dicks
writing for approval
moves no shit
I write for a cause
lost in the fog
but still a cause
worth writing for
516 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 4:13am
21st Aug 2015 4:13am
Fantasy O Sanity
when you pour water in a cup
do you drink the cup?
or do you drink the water?
go run and tell your father,
run and tell your daughter.
drink the water if you’re happy with sanity
drink the cup if you want a fantasy
go run and tell your mother
run and tell your uncle’s brother.
do you drink the cup?
or do you drink the water?
go run and tell your father,
run and tell your daughter.
drink the water if you’re happy with sanity
drink the cup if you want a fantasy
go run and tell your mother
run and tell your uncle’s brother.
564 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 6:48am
19th Aug 2015 6:48am
The f**k-Ups
I don’t want
to follow fuck-ups
I want to
pound my fist
to my chest.
hammer hope
into my heart
make the know-it-alls
know
what I’m about.
because when I raise
my fist
I want
the world
to know
I exist.
to follow fuck-ups
I want to
pound my fist
to my chest.
hammer hope
into my heart
make the know-it-alls
know
what I’m about.
because when I raise
my fist
I want
the world
to know
I exist.
648 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Aug 2015 7:16am
16th Aug 2015 7:16am
The Killer Was A Poet
I often wonder why on DU poetry site, the worst poets have the most trophies. And the best poets had the least, or none. If you have more than 11 trophies, you’re a joke. There were new members signing up every day. And new trophies given away. It was a machine. Hidden behind a photo could have been a maniac with method. Those are the worst kinds of maniacs.
Be careful who you meet online. They could be the Devil in disguise. But I never paid the Devil no never mind. He wouldn’t be a writer, or she wouldn’t be a poet. I mean the Devil don’t have literary talent. He don’t...
Be careful who you meet online. They could be the Devil in disguise. But I never paid the Devil no never mind. He wouldn’t be a writer, or she wouldn’t be a poet. I mean the Devil don’t have literary talent. He don’t...
1143 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 9:12pm
15th Aug 2015 9:12pm
A Love You Can't Scratch
what hurts most
is not hammers to hands
or razor blades to wrists
it’s the suspicion
that true love does not exist.
it is these itches
that make men
jump off cliffs.
it is these itches
that make women
leap before locomotives.
this dying off
of good men and women
is what allows
false love to persist.
is not hammers to hands
or razor blades to wrists
it’s the suspicion
that true love does not exist.
it is these itches
that make men
jump off cliffs.
it is these itches
that make women
leap before locomotives.
this dying off
of good men and women
is what allows
false love to persist.
619 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 7:14am
15th Aug 2015 7:14am
Hide And Seek
I made her a promise
that I could find her
anywhere.
she made me promise
to look for her
everywhere.
but time was killing us.
she died unfound
and I cried because
I lost,
everything.
I made a promise
I could not keep.
I lost what I loved,
I could not hide from the grief.
that I could find her
anywhere.
she made me promise
to look for her
everywhere.
but time was killing us.
she died unfound
and I cried because
I lost,
everything.
I made a promise
I could not keep.
I lost what I loved,
I could not hide from the grief.
611 reads
2 Comments
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