Submissions by CuttingTeeth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2013 5:17pm
29th May 2013 5:17pm
Nose Dive Nation
Looks like we're heading straight for the rocks
But maybe if we close our eyes
Take another shot
We'll find out it was all in our heads
In the beginning
Indulgence flourished without a care
Yet the warmth of the cement called for me
And when I peaked over the edge
There laid a grave for two
But keep me a key in the afterlife
So if the grass dies on the otherside
I'll jump back over the line
Lock myself out from the certainty
We both know you feel the same
I won't put words in your mouth
I'll just feed them to you
She...
But maybe if we close our eyes
Take another shot
We'll find out it was all in our heads
In the beginning
Indulgence flourished without a care
Yet the warmth of the cement called for me
And when I peaked over the edge
There laid a grave for two
But keep me a key in the afterlife
So if the grass dies on the otherside
I'll jump back over the line
Lock myself out from the certainty
We both know you feel the same
I won't put words in your mouth
I'll just feed them to you
She...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2013 5:16pm
29th May 2013 5:16pm
The Natural Habitat of Consequences
Far flung from a hideaway
Footprints that lead fools astray
Are the deepest of regrets
And the snow would never dare
Cover up the tracks
Till I came about
Must have been something in the air
Tell me,
Do I seem to carry
A dark cloud
By a leash?
Or better yet
Does it seem the dark cloud
Is in the lead?
Trust never took into consideration
The reality of a mistake
Unavoidable
A Wide Mouthed Crow
Mocking
Stalking
And while I feel
The guilt
He makes his way
To another town
And the cycle...
Footprints that lead fools astray
Are the deepest of regrets
And the snow would never dare
Cover up the tracks
Till I came about
Must have been something in the air
Tell me,
Do I seem to carry
A dark cloud
By a leash?
Or better yet
Does it seem the dark cloud
Is in the lead?
Trust never took into consideration
The reality of a mistake
Unavoidable
A Wide Mouthed Crow
Mocking
Stalking
And while I feel
The guilt
He makes his way
To another town
And the cycle...
536 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
28th May 2013 6:18pm
28th May 2013 6:18pm
Harry The Hermit
Harry is a hermit. With no friends, and seemingly no family, all he has are his trusty felines by his side. For those cats don't judge, they don't lack common sense in the type of way that leaves you frustrated, looking for excuses to your excuses. With his cats, he didn't need to lie about why he couldn't make it to the kitchen, and when he would be in the kitchen, he wouldn't have to lie about why he did finally make it there. It was the perfect set up, but he knows what others think. If you were to tell him animals weren't enough for companionship, he would simply tell you otherwise.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2013 6:06pm
28th May 2013 6:06pm
Windmills
Windmills
Knee deep
In the shadow of the apocalypse
And in the vain
Of the color of a cold kiss
We took turns
Shooting back ipecac
Chased it with bliss
Turned ourselves
Into windmills
So insomniac
Constantly turning
New leaves
New revelations
New revolutions
We were
Tongues glued to
Hot-headed suicide
Masqueraded
Intoxicated, dancing, and singing
Vaudevillian by the graveside
Pissing on a tombstone
We carved
We caressed
We nurtured
From a pebble
Now a tombstone
Not a mountain...
Knee deep
In the shadow of the apocalypse
And in the vain
Of the color of a cold kiss
We took turns
Shooting back ipecac
Chased it with bliss
Turned ourselves
Into windmills
So insomniac
Constantly turning
New leaves
New revelations
New revolutions
We were
Tongues glued to
Hot-headed suicide
Masqueraded
Intoxicated, dancing, and singing
Vaudevillian by the graveside
Pissing on a tombstone
We carved
We caressed
We nurtured
From a pebble
Now a tombstone
Not a mountain...
592 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2013 6:05pm
24th May 2013 6:05pm
The Paradox
In America, I'm Canadian
In Canada, I'm American
Hitched with the stigmas
Of two guided populations
For stereotypes are based
In the bottom syrup of truth
Yet to turn jokes
Into salivating realities
Is the job of a comedian
Unfortunately, everyone thinks they're
A Jester
Yet I do not laugh
No!
I don't wield a gun
In a hollowed out bible
Like a southern trucker
No!
I don't skate on frozen lakes
Saying sorry to those who knock me over
I do believe in private property
I do believe in social...
In Canada, I'm American
Hitched with the stigmas
Of two guided populations
For stereotypes are based
In the bottom syrup of truth
Yet to turn jokes
Into salivating realities
Is the job of a comedian
Unfortunately, everyone thinks they're
A Jester
Yet I do not laugh
No!
I don't wield a gun
In a hollowed out bible
Like a southern trucker
No!
I don't skate on frozen lakes
Saying sorry to those who knock me over
I do believe in private property
I do believe in social...
710 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2013 5:52pm
24th May 2013 5:52pm
Mainstays of the Love Scene
Xerox Cléopatre
We stuttered even in our thoughts
With adaptive self esteem fluctuating
You said;
"I love to watch the piglets play!"
And now I understand why
Babyfaced naively fits so perfectly
In the palm of your hand
Till pulled away
The hand that feeds
That wild eyed ambition
Fresh from the pond
But a rather large insect of the muck
Rather than a fish waltzing with weeds in the bottom depths
Admittedly, we were wrong
Thinking we could fly with trade winds over Capricorn
While our developing breaths...
We stuttered even in our thoughts
With adaptive self esteem fluctuating
You said;
"I love to watch the piglets play!"
And now I understand why
Babyfaced naively fits so perfectly
In the palm of your hand
Till pulled away
The hand that feeds
That wild eyed ambition
Fresh from the pond
But a rather large insect of the muck
Rather than a fish waltzing with weeds in the bottom depths
Admittedly, we were wrong
Thinking we could fly with trade winds over Capricorn
While our developing breaths...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 5:50pm
23rd May 2013 5:50pm
Doom Radio
The lowest common denominator
Has taken over
The whole show
As we turn the dial
On our Doom Radio
The wind cuts like razors
Through trees
We are left with barren
Desolate land
Only the artificial sunlight of big money
Beats down on necks
Till we are as dry
As the paths we follow
In perfect delusion
Oasis' spring forth
Sirens lulling us with simplistic rhythms
Moving our feet
Enchanted by the same tired out old beat
All the better
To impregnate the psyche
All the easier
It's in the vaguest words...
Has taken over
The whole show
As we turn the dial
On our Doom Radio
The wind cuts like razors
Through trees
We are left with barren
Desolate land
Only the artificial sunlight of big money
Beats down on necks
Till we are as dry
As the paths we follow
In perfect delusion
Oasis' spring forth
Sirens lulling us with simplistic rhythms
Moving our feet
Enchanted by the same tired out old beat
All the better
To impregnate the psyche
All the easier
It's in the vaguest words...
635 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 5:43pm
23rd May 2013 5:43pm
No Need To Fear; Hypocrisy Is Alive and Well
I see;
A suicidal culture
Sold out
To make a quick buck
Printed on the torn flesh
Of its people
The capitalist religion
Taught you equality
Is unrealistic
Darwinism is in business
And accomplishments are tallied
By out of scope bankers
Go home Sam Walton
Go home Ronald McDonald
No one wants you here
But before you do,
Can you fetch me a burger
And a good deal on this lawn mower?
A suicidal culture
Sold out
To make a quick buck
Printed on the torn flesh
Of its people
The capitalist religion
Taught you equality
Is unrealistic
Darwinism is in business
And accomplishments are tallied
By out of scope bankers
Go home Sam Walton
Go home Ronald McDonald
No one wants you here
But before you do,
Can you fetch me a burger
And a good deal on this lawn mower?
523 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 5:43pm
22nd May 2013 5:43pm
I Want To Eat Your Brain
I want to eat your brain
Not in a gruesome, disgusting way
Contrary, it would be quite classy
Pinkies up and table cloths draped over laps
I could squeeze out every drop of information you've absorbed
Mix it with a nice liquor
And sip it like a cocktail at happy hour
Every bite from our meal thereafter
Would fill me with the simple joy only felt by the likes of grown men
Reminiscing young style pleasantries
Your thoughts could become my thoughts
And my thoughts would basically be your thoughts
In a way at least
The only...
Not in a gruesome, disgusting way
Contrary, it would be quite classy
Pinkies up and table cloths draped over laps
I could squeeze out every drop of information you've absorbed
Mix it with a nice liquor
And sip it like a cocktail at happy hour
Every bite from our meal thereafter
Would fill me with the simple joy only felt by the likes of grown men
Reminiscing young style pleasantries
Your thoughts could become my thoughts
And my thoughts would basically be your thoughts
In a way at least
The only...
699 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 5:41pm
22nd May 2013 5:41pm
The Carousel
She spins on a carousel
Surrounded by barbed wire
Eating cotton candy made of glass shards
And she smiles
Gums bleeding profusely
Yelling for the conductor to push it
Faster and faster
And she laughs
Harder and harder
As the blood squirts from her gums
Further and further
Till it forms a puddle by the waiting line
Where the kids can stomp through it
Like a rainy day get away
In fact
The faster the ride twirls
And the more the blood squirts
It spins
Around and around
Like a tornado
Which only makes her laugh...
Surrounded by barbed wire
Eating cotton candy made of glass shards
And she smiles
Gums bleeding profusely
Yelling for the conductor to push it
Faster and faster
And she laughs
Harder and harder
As the blood squirts from her gums
Further and further
Till it forms a puddle by the waiting line
Where the kids can stomp through it
Like a rainy day get away
In fact
The faster the ride twirls
And the more the blood squirts
It spins
Around and around
Like a tornado
Which only makes her laugh...
875 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2013 7:14pm
21st May 2013 7:14pm
The Coitus of Passions and Fears
Poetry is pretentious
Which is why I enjoy the indulgence
My ego feasting
It's cute to watch him
Stuffed silly
Inebriated thoroughly
Just to waddle through the fog
Thick and rich with self loathing
He hums a tune
Hitting high notes desperately
Like a child reaching for the cookie jar
When the child breaks his tippy toes
And the jar laughs back
The Cheshire Cat
And this relates
To the day I take my stand
And the fear
Of rejection
Which is why I enjoy the indulgence
My ego feasting
It's cute to watch him
Stuffed silly
Inebriated thoroughly
Just to waddle through the fog
Thick and rich with self loathing
He hums a tune
Hitting high notes desperately
Like a child reaching for the cookie jar
When the child breaks his tippy toes
And the jar laughs back
The Cheshire Cat
And this relates
To the day I take my stand
And the fear
Of rejection
637 reads
0 Comments
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