Submissions by CuttingTeeth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 5:49pm
11th Jun 2013 5:49pm
Red Hands, Blue Pecker
Obnoxiously perverted
Glued my hand to a fallacy
Pulling up to a stripclub buffet
And I remember hearing
That this was degrading to women
But I never thought about it again
To a pupil of intergender relations
Which every young adult ventures
Investing into at some point
Hoping to strike gold
WIth equilibrium of two adjacent bodies
Im remembering the theory
That this is degrading to women
And each time i finish
I feel a guilt and a disgust
And I cant help but come to the conclusion
That what they say is true after all
Glued my hand to a fallacy
Pulling up to a stripclub buffet
And I remember hearing
That this was degrading to women
But I never thought about it again
To a pupil of intergender relations
Which every young adult ventures
Investing into at some point
Hoping to strike gold
WIth equilibrium of two adjacent bodies
Im remembering the theory
That this is degrading to women
And each time i finish
I feel a guilt and a disgust
And I cant help but come to the conclusion
That what they say is true after all
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 5:22pm
5th Jun 2013 5:22pm
TV Head
TV Head
Brain Dead
You swapped your ethics
With the talking screens
Starved of knowledge
Living off of rations
Breathing the oxygen
Of a capitalist regime
We the sheep
With kerosine soaking
Into out our fur
And when the man in the box
Regurgitates into air waves
We can catch fire
Licking it up
With the tips of out tongues
Touching the static screen like flint
Where words would walk the plank
Like true martyrs for a freedom speech
Cardboard cutouts of the round table
Serving gossip in...
Brain Dead
You swapped your ethics
With the talking screens
Starved of knowledge
Living off of rations
Breathing the oxygen
Of a capitalist regime
We the sheep
With kerosine soaking
Into out our fur
And when the man in the box
Regurgitates into air waves
We can catch fire
Licking it up
With the tips of out tongues
Touching the static screen like flint
Where words would walk the plank
Like true martyrs for a freedom speech
Cardboard cutouts of the round table
Serving gossip in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 5:21pm
5th Jun 2013 5:21pm
Stun Gun Honey
Catatonic, cursed albatross
My cocaine angel spit fuck
Clip your wings
And fall from that cloud
You're perched upon
Staring into a bloodshot sun
You, the negative image of Jesus
I, the torch carrier for pessimists
Exhaling propane
Over an open flame
Defrosting a though
So cold
It shivers
Ice forms round the ridges
The naked body of intent
Collapses like old bridges
Nails dug deep
Roots of the tree
Holding onto a world
Spinning off it's axis
As you reach ...
My cocaine angel spit fuck
Clip your wings
And fall from that cloud
You're perched upon
Staring into a bloodshot sun
You, the negative image of Jesus
I, the torch carrier for pessimists
Exhaling propane
Over an open flame
Defrosting a though
So cold
It shivers
Ice forms round the ridges
The naked body of intent
Collapses like old bridges
Nails dug deep
Roots of the tree
Holding onto a world
Spinning off it's axis
As you reach ...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 3:14am
5th Jun 2013 3:14am
Witty Gruesome and Probably Down
I'll never kiss Jack like that again
Especially not in front of all of you
And in moments of increasing temptation
Lighting fires in my belly
Churning the stones I use to digest
The hardships in the boiling oceans
I need him to sooth me
Contain me to a mental state
Where the burn he spits
Into the back of my mouth
Can infiltrate erratic philosophy
Perhaps inject the needle
With which those hospital days taught me
That the ambulance can't come around too often
To entertain me for the summer
And as I hold my breath
Prisoner in...
Especially not in front of all of you
And in moments of increasing temptation
Lighting fires in my belly
Churning the stones I use to digest
The hardships in the boiling oceans
I need him to sooth me
Contain me to a mental state
Where the burn he spits
Into the back of my mouth
Can infiltrate erratic philosophy
Perhaps inject the needle
With which those hospital days taught me
That the ambulance can't come around too often
To entertain me for the summer
And as I hold my breath
Prisoner in...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 2:59am
5th Jun 2013 2:59am
Quebec
Les temps change
L'Etat change
Mais plus ca change
Le plus on garde notre peuple
Dans la suffrance
And when shutters boorishly
Slammed in hasty nomadic movements
The future was shaded by
Ambiguous signs pointing to borderlines
This province doesn't dance
At least not like she use to
To afraid to be locked up
And forced to adapt
To the intravenous business model
English, it's the way of the God Damn World!
In here lies the issues with the sheep
Frantically shoving their heads under
The barbed wire fence surrounding...
L'Etat change
Mais plus ca change
Le plus on garde notre peuple
Dans la suffrance
And when shutters boorishly
Slammed in hasty nomadic movements
The future was shaded by
Ambiguous signs pointing to borderlines
This province doesn't dance
At least not like she use to
To afraid to be locked up
And forced to adapt
To the intravenous business model
English, it's the way of the God Damn World!
In here lies the issues with the sheep
Frantically shoving their heads under
The barbed wire fence surrounding...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 11:22pm
3rd Jun 2013 11:22pm
Your Skin
You left your skin by the bedside folded neatly
Next to the empty bottles on the floor
And it's funny how we can go along
Put on undergarments our shirt
And pants and even our socks
But leave our own identity
To be banished harshly to
The wrong side of the door
I decided not to call
But investigate instead
I tried the suit on in curiosity
But it didn't fit to my personal liking
In fact I reached too far above my own head
Glancing in the mirror and a part of the shoulder ripped
I knew it felt tight
And reeked of cheap...
Next to the empty bottles on the floor
And it's funny how we can go along
Put on undergarments our shirt
And pants and even our socks
But leave our own identity
To be banished harshly to
The wrong side of the door
I decided not to call
But investigate instead
I tried the suit on in curiosity
But it didn't fit to my personal liking
In fact I reached too far above my own head
Glancing in the mirror and a part of the shoulder ripped
I knew it felt tight
And reeked of cheap...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Jun 2013 10:57pm
3rd Jun 2013 10:57pm
This Is How It Should Be
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
He's a coward on a makeshift stage
Caught in the crosshairs of ego and pride
Playing the roles of those who've been blind
I've ventured out kneedeep into the ocean
Trying to create my own waves
I was met with the reality others have been doing much the same
Only half heartedly and half harzardly
Churning out ripples that scan the surface much further
Yet they can never mean as much
You have to have the confidence to assume yourself
And the humility to know where the line is drawn
But with caricatures...
He's a coward on a makeshift stage
Caught in the crosshairs of ego and pride
Playing the roles of those who've been blind
I've ventured out kneedeep into the ocean
Trying to create my own waves
I was met with the reality others have been doing much the same
Only half heartedly and half harzardly
Churning out ripples that scan the surface much further
Yet they can never mean as much
You have to have the confidence to assume yourself
And the humility to know where the line is drawn
But with caricatures...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 6:08pm
2nd Jun 2013 6:08pm
A Curse Called Lust, and The Domino Effect Thereafter
Sex is a fashion
And Procreation died out
In Detroit
With the automobile industry
Riding the back of a Ford
Speeding through a tunnel
Whilst hanging by its feet
Out the back window
As the world watched
Gluttons stuffed and satisfied
The thought of spreading seed
Into the muck
So overwhelmed with pleasantries
Has given me a new lease on
Pessimism (One which has become more addiction
Than past time)
For pleasantry has become pageantry
On the catwalk where society
Has us trample and stumble
Leading us to forked...
And Procreation died out
In Detroit
With the automobile industry
Riding the back of a Ford
Speeding through a tunnel
Whilst hanging by its feet
Out the back window
As the world watched
Gluttons stuffed and satisfied
The thought of spreading seed
Into the muck
So overwhelmed with pleasantries
Has given me a new lease on
Pessimism (One which has become more addiction
Than past time)
For pleasantry has become pageantry
On the catwalk where society
Has us trample and stumble
Leading us to forked...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 7:11pm
1st Jun 2013 7:11pm
The Giving Tree
We chastised the Demon's daughter
and found ourselves with the
Early morning claw marks
Of the nightmares that burrow deep
Into our serenely sleeping skulls
Like earwigs
So grotesque
Wait, hold on a second
Learn to admire the pressure it takes
To tear flesh with the baby teeth
She has carried with her silver tongue
For she knows what he wants
She sent me home the other day
And while sulking
An ostrich in the dawn
I passed a weeping willow
And yes, he was crying on his pillow
Patsy, I asked him if he was crying...
and found ourselves with the
Early morning claw marks
Of the nightmares that burrow deep
Into our serenely sleeping skulls
Like earwigs
So grotesque
Wait, hold on a second
Learn to admire the pressure it takes
To tear flesh with the baby teeth
She has carried with her silver tongue
For she knows what he wants
She sent me home the other day
And while sulking
An ostrich in the dawn
I passed a weeping willow
And yes, he was crying on his pillow
Patsy, I asked him if he was crying...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 7:00pm
1st Jun 2013 7:00pm
Friendship
Friendship;
A study in human interaction
So on average
We are all
Unassuming Sociologists
Without the itching
Craving
For savory thought
The many surround themselves
With their own cardboard cutouts
Never challenging their patience
Their ideologies
Or their loyalty
The few are consistently
Agitated and left with more questions
Than answers
On why people are the way they are
So the choice is
The easy flowing of like minded souls?
Or the conflicting intermingling...
A study in human interaction
So on average
We are all
Unassuming Sociologists
Without the itching
Craving
For savory thought
The many surround themselves
With their own cardboard cutouts
Never challenging their patience
Their ideologies
Or their loyalty
The few are consistently
Agitated and left with more questions
Than answers
On why people are the way they are
So the choice is
The easy flowing of like minded souls?
Or the conflicting intermingling...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2013 5:54pm
31st May 2013 5:54pm
Little Jimmy Fell In A Pickling Vat
Toxic future
Vats spilled
Filled
With children who've fallen victim
Instantly
They realize
What they've done
Who let this happen?
The ghosts skimming the walls
Leaching off mud colored paper
Lips suctioned tight
Working their way up
Yet none the less
Bottom feeders
Or maybe it was the readers
Always between lines
But now between the sails
Wind bludgeoning
Beat red
Unfed
That's why they're hungry
Taking anything
Whether truth or lie
Either way
We point the finger
They bend...
Vats spilled
Filled
With children who've fallen victim
Instantly
They realize
What they've done
Who let this happen?
The ghosts skimming the walls
Leaching off mud colored paper
Lips suctioned tight
Working their way up
Yet none the less
Bottom feeders
Or maybe it was the readers
Always between lines
But now between the sails
Wind bludgeoning
Beat red
Unfed
That's why they're hungry
Taking anything
Whether truth or lie
Either way
We point the finger
They bend...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2013 5:53pm
31st May 2013 5:53pm
Thoreau's Rolling Over In His Grave
Perpetually waiting
Gradually creeping normalcy
Daringly unapologetic
In the midst of certain discontent
The concrete doesn't break with the teeth
He simply breaks the teeth themselves
Cemented idle
Tormented tasting
Morbid racing
Paddling to shore in a boat
Eating itself
Scratching at its wounds
Taking in water gladly
When we do reach land
It's abandoned
Vacant
Nothing but fog and trees
Discussing loneliness
And other casualties of the world
Which they have no control over
They don't have feet...
Gradually creeping normalcy
Daringly unapologetic
In the midst of certain discontent
The concrete doesn't break with the teeth
He simply breaks the teeth themselves
Cemented idle
Tormented tasting
Morbid racing
Paddling to shore in a boat
Eating itself
Scratching at its wounds
Taking in water gladly
When we do reach land
It's abandoned
Vacant
Nothing but fog and trees
Discussing loneliness
And other casualties of the world
Which they have no control over
They don't have feet...
#HenryDavidThoreau
#nature
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