Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Knock one out, bitch.
I thought I might try and write something
then I realised what I had done
hadn't done
and what I was about to do:
I'd hate to be the poor little cunt
who lives beneath that tiny surge of adrenaline
that never gets big enough to make you jump
and never dies down enough to let you sleep
all because
"I haven't written a poem in over a week"
I haven't fucked in over a month.
Try that one on for size.
Pity me, pull at me
do as you wish,
but if the fickle act of endulging yourself
feels like a fix that kills the...
then I realised what I had done
hadn't done
and what I was about to do:
I'd hate to be the poor little cunt
who lives beneath that tiny surge of adrenaline
that never gets big enough to make you jump
and never dies down enough to let you sleep
all because
"I haven't written a poem in over a week"
I haven't fucked in over a month.
Try that one on for size.
Pity me, pull at me
do as you wish,
but if the fickle act of endulging yourself
feels like a fix that kills the...
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Pedro Juan
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Poetry isn't you
This is, quite literally,
a response to that dull sensation.
Too many coffees
bad food
another long night ahead
left my books at home
the work computer has every ounce of fun
blocked as inappropiate.
In my humblest of opinions
I would say working 12 hours flat out
on a Sunday, so 900 of the nearly dead
can sit on synthetic blue seats
and watch a tribute to the 60's
for the same price
that it would cost me
to go one-on-one with a better fighter
for an hour
and learn a hell of a lot about...
a response to that dull sensation.
Too many coffees
bad food
another long night ahead
left my books at home
the work computer has every ounce of fun
blocked as inappropiate.
In my humblest of opinions
I would say working 12 hours flat out
on a Sunday, so 900 of the nearly dead
can sit on synthetic blue seats
and watch a tribute to the 60's
for the same price
that it would cost me
to go one-on-one with a better fighter
for an hour
and learn a hell of a lot about...
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19 Comments
When are you coming back?
I sat on the wall
with a few beers inside of me
watching the back of the driver's head
and the two faces outside the car
as their music got my hands twitching
yet I stayed right there
They say that most men
will get to their death beds
never knowing whether or not
they possess cowardice.
I have it deep within me.
For all the weights I've been lifting,
sparring and ground fighting
I still feel my legs give a little
when I know the choice is there.
I stand back and wait;
praying to something or other ...
with a few beers inside of me
watching the back of the driver's head
and the two faces outside the car
as their music got my hands twitching
yet I stayed right there
They say that most men
will get to their death beds
never knowing whether or not
they possess cowardice.
I have it deep within me.
For all the weights I've been lifting,
sparring and ground fighting
I still feel my legs give a little
when I know the choice is there.
I stand back and wait;
praying to something or other ...
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4 Comments
The things that happen when you're sleeping
She was slighter than her reality
sitting next to me
her hip bones, accentuated
against her stomach.
I seem to remember her wearing
lycra shorts and a loose t-shirt
that stopped at the bottom rib.
That might not have been the case,
but my mind has already filled in the gaps
that being roused in to consciousness left there.
She looked at me whilst biting her bottom lip,
and for some reason that was all I needed.
My instinct told me that one of her hands
was busy beneath her lycra shorts
and the other worked at my belt, ...
sitting next to me
her hip bones, accentuated
against her stomach.
I seem to remember her wearing
lycra shorts and a loose t-shirt
that stopped at the bottom rib.
That might not have been the case,
but my mind has already filled in the gaps
that being roused in to consciousness left there.
She looked at me whilst biting her bottom lip,
and for some reason that was all I needed.
My instinct told me that one of her hands
was busy beneath her lycra shorts
and the other worked at my belt, ...
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I wonder...
No where near enough stop
to consider 'what is the point
to this struggle?'
Even fewer learn what the struggle
actually is
so they make it up
and dance motionlessly
around an invented strife.
There is nothing there.
But, in the meantime
I worry.
I worry for those
who haven't seen
the true definition of 'love'
and they are too young
to ask the right questions
they only know loveless.
They are inspired by those
who can only remind them
to forget the self
and embrace the ego.
Ah, the ego......
to consider 'what is the point
to this struggle?'
Even fewer learn what the struggle
actually is
so they make it up
and dance motionlessly
around an invented strife.
There is nothing there.
But, in the meantime
I worry.
I worry for those
who haven't seen
the true definition of 'love'
and they are too young
to ask the right questions
they only know loveless.
They are inspired by those
who can only remind them
to forget the self
and embrace the ego.
Ah, the ego......
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You can't always be up, kid.
It's just not quite fast enough
especially now that the coffee is inside me.
Holding on to too many words
can kill you there and then
leaving a disgruntled replica of yourself
staring at the smarmy
'I'm happy with this nothing' army
who are staring at a talking pig
as part of a feature film
about the very same talking pig.
Adults discussing the warm memories
of that fucking talking pig,
and laughing along with it
as the fucking pig talks.
Politics are killing my faith
in a fighting system
and...
especially now that the coffee is inside me.
Holding on to too many words
can kill you there and then
leaving a disgruntled replica of yourself
staring at the smarmy
'I'm happy with this nothing' army
who are staring at a talking pig
as part of a feature film
about the very same talking pig.
Adults discussing the warm memories
of that fucking talking pig,
and laughing along with it
as the fucking pig talks.
Politics are killing my faith
in a fighting system
and...
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Waffle
Fourty five minutes to drag out, and the show's too quiet to put the bag up and bang away for a while. In all honesty, I've reached that pathetic checkmate where I fail to see the point in applying the necessary effort to go and empty my bladder. I'd much rather sit here and waste your time. Maybe boast a little about finding the cure to that inactivity all you poets are plagued with.
I'm walking proud with bruises just about everywhere. I have what I would describe as a 'gentile' black eye and when I was rolling with a Muai Thai practitioner earlier today he royally smashed the...
I'm walking proud with bruises just about everywhere. I have what I would describe as a 'gentile' black eye and when I was rolling with a Muai Thai practitioner earlier today he royally smashed the...
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You might not care who I am, but I do (1)
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4 Comments
Calm yourself darling, it's just life
It can't have been much later
than 09:15 when he stuck the long black tube
up my nose and down my throat.
He had me go through a few vowel sounds
and then stick my tongue out
as far as I could...
There was no feeling tough in that room.
The thing is,
I've been pretty run down
and there's a lump in my neck
just underneath the knock-out spot,
and poetry should be about honesty
and, if the truth be told
I'm pretty scared.
Not scared of death,
that makes no sense,
but scared of not completing the goals
that freed me...
than 09:15 when he stuck the long black tube
up my nose and down my throat.
He had me go through a few vowel sounds
and then stick my tongue out
as far as I could...
There was no feeling tough in that room.
The thing is,
I've been pretty run down
and there's a lump in my neck
just underneath the knock-out spot,
and poetry should be about honesty
and, if the truth be told
I'm pretty scared.
Not scared of death,
that makes no sense,
but scared of not completing the goals
that freed me...
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14 Comments
From a friend, and straight to another.
I worry about you sitting there;
head in hands
wondering when those internal voices
are going to shut the fuck up
and let you think for a while.
The problem is you are thinking,
but there's too much to think about.
That's the fucking ordeal,
right there.
Christ knows what you've done
with your life.
You could be fucking it
all the way up
or building a healthy new.
That's always going to be
a gamble.
I'm not sure myself.
Spend a few months feeling unstoppable
then the next thing you know ...
head in hands
wondering when those internal voices
are going to shut the fuck up
and let you think for a while.
The problem is you are thinking,
but there's too much to think about.
That's the fucking ordeal,
right there.
Christ knows what you've done
with your life.
You could be fucking it
all the way up
or building a healthy new.
That's always going to be
a gamble.
I'm not sure myself.
Spend a few months feeling unstoppable
then the next thing you know ...
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The Fighter's Body
They were right,
it's time to take a break.
Just a couple of days.
Just long enough
so I can chew this bacon sandwich
without the constant crack
of my jaw.
If I stand still
for longer than a few seconds
my left knee feels
as if it is about to part;
say a few goodbyes
and drop to the floor.
Then there's being propped up by pillows
all night whilst the pain in my shoulder
creeps not so silently
up my neck.
My left hand doesn't want to open
or close
not without the kind of resistance
you only find...
it's time to take a break.
Just a couple of days.
Just long enough
so I can chew this bacon sandwich
without the constant crack
of my jaw.
If I stand still
for longer than a few seconds
my left knee feels
as if it is about to part;
say a few goodbyes
and drop to the floor.
Then there's being propped up by pillows
all night whilst the pain in my shoulder
creeps not so silently
up my neck.
My left hand doesn't want to open
or close
not without the kind of resistance
you only find...
898 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)