Submissions by Dataface00
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2017 11:01am
16th Jul 2017 11:01am
Gun Swindler.
They call it gun control.
A chauvinistic gorilla floating through
a chastised banking system.
Gangster currency is like a make up salon processing
at high altitude.
They call it a fraudulent paper system .
She told me she would upload my existence
on a rusty hard drive.
(I am running low on Data )
A chauvinistic gorilla floating through
a chastised banking system.
Gangster currency is like a make up salon processing
at high altitude.
They call it a fraudulent paper system .
She told me she would upload my existence
on a rusty hard drive.
(I am running low on Data )
547 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 10:59pm
13th Jul 2017 10:59pm
Just another Indie Poet
Walking through tomb -stoner fridges
while the impending darkness reflects upon
the melting street lamp.
Life rushes past his reflection,
making him choose between the dark dingy
sign posts or the liver failing highway.
He wept......
(We are just speculative pigs looking for commonsensical information ).
while the impending darkness reflects upon
the melting street lamp.
Life rushes past his reflection,
making him choose between the dark dingy
sign posts or the liver failing highway.
He wept......
(We are just speculative pigs looking for commonsensical information ).
551 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 1:07am
11th Jul 2017 1:07am
Eyes Wide Shut
I sent suppressive messages into a
vacant brand of instagram.
Social media at war all over the mind globe.
Probe my lungs with inaction as a cardiac contraction.
Love is a blind melon
filtering through a funnel
of frozen hearts.
Die without a name
and a face,
while depicting drunken sailors
flying across withered roads.
vacant brand of instagram.
Social media at war all over the mind globe.
Probe my lungs with inaction as a cardiac contraction.
Love is a blind melon
filtering through a funnel
of frozen hearts.
Die without a name
and a face,
while depicting drunken sailors
flying across withered roads.
569 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2017 10:26pm
3rd Jul 2017 10:26pm
My Body is a Sculpture
Hades has risen out of the ghettos and the trenches.
I dwelled slum first into the matrix of time
undiscovered.
Time illusionary qualities shift pensively through
her reality and deformation.
Social constructs meet and greet
modern day slaves while aimlessly,
wondering the perilous desert.
MY BODY IS A SCULPTURE .....
I BLEED THROUGH MY ART...
DEACTIVATE IDEAS...
DESTROY ART..
I dwelled slum first into the matrix of time
undiscovered.
Time illusionary qualities shift pensively through
her reality and deformation.
Social constructs meet and greet
modern day slaves while aimlessly,
wondering the perilous desert.
MY BODY IS A SCULPTURE .....
I BLEED THROUGH MY ART...
DEACTIVATE IDEAS...
DESTROY ART..
618 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 4:33pm
2nd Jul 2017 4:33pm
Take My Soul
One hand reaches upwards desperately
clawing against the hallow ground.
Nails have assimilated itself in the prevailing pit
of eroding bones.
Desperation became a full time occupation;
working for conquers and terminators,
who are
constantly feeding minds with paper queens dancing
on moronic table tops.
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
(Suffocation is a blissful feeling)
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the......
clawing against the hallow ground.
Nails have assimilated itself in the prevailing pit
of eroding bones.
Desperation became a full time occupation;
working for conquers and terminators,
who are
constantly feeding minds with paper queens dancing
on moronic table tops.
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
(Suffocation is a blissful feeling)
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the graves
Wash the......
605 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 4:14pm
2nd Jul 2017 4:14pm
I am Punk
The raging atrocities against the visceral darkness ,
determines how windless journeys turn to hopeful dreams.
Sweet melancholy drifting through the exterior
of the lifeless sea.
Burdens bounce around suffocated ping pong tables ,
reaching towards a renewed contemplation of nothingness.
A longing sensation for something lost but never buried.
( Bury me in the chiselling vastness of your kindness ).
determines how windless journeys turn to hopeful dreams.
Sweet melancholy drifting through the exterior
of the lifeless sea.
Burdens bounce around suffocated ping pong tables ,
reaching towards a renewed contemplation of nothingness.
A longing sensation for something lost but never buried.
( Bury me in the chiselling vastness of your kindness ).
580 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2017 5:44pm
14th Mar 2017 5:44pm
Self meets I
Raging skeletons hibernating between
joyful zombies and decrepit antelopes.
I tipple off a mountain top,
flying inside undiscovered regions of my own
minds eye.
I is for a ego fighting against it-self,
and subsequently devouring compassion
into a genetic transmutation of humanitarian goals.
I prattle with a stalker evaluating my ego
with a measuring cup built from
a tinted brass saxophone.
( The melody is distorted )
Shuffling poets ,
off beat job opportunities ,
Signal of the worm...
joyful zombies and decrepit antelopes.
I tipple off a mountain top,
flying inside undiscovered regions of my own
minds eye.
I is for a ego fighting against it-self,
and subsequently devouring compassion
into a genetic transmutation of humanitarian goals.
I prattle with a stalker evaluating my ego
with a measuring cup built from
a tinted brass saxophone.
( The melody is distorted )
Shuffling poets ,
off beat job opportunities ,
Signal of the worm...
591 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2017 1:20pm
3rd Mar 2017 1:20pm
Sun- Burnt
The furnace of forbidden memories
becomes oppressed fragments of
human suffocation.
We choose to exist between
sand storms of heightened
hysteria and bouts of
mass organised consumerism,
while instantaneously burying
ourselves,
inside sand castle
concentration camps.
I dug out symptomatic optical illusions
from shadow infested land minds.
I spoke to a vagarious clergy man
in front of a audience of
malignant spirits.
We all shallowed...
becomes oppressed fragments of
human suffocation.
We choose to exist between
sand storms of heightened
hysteria and bouts of
mass organised consumerism,
while instantaneously burying
ourselves,
inside sand castle
concentration camps.
I dug out symptomatic optical illusions
from shadow infested land minds.
I spoke to a vagarious clergy man
in front of a audience of
malignant spirits.
We all shallowed...
591 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2017 1:40pm
26th Feb 2017 1:40pm
New Reel
The bucket touches the vacant sky ,
throughout the last election
broadcast program.
The remote control switches between
war time documentaries,
and violent depictions of sporadically
combusted aliens;
scratching off the stains from
fragments of discontinued news-reels
News peeling back
historical thunder claps ,
into chiseled images of
being and nothingness.
throughout the last election
broadcast program.
The remote control switches between
war time documentaries,
and violent depictions of sporadically
combusted aliens;
scratching off the stains from
fragments of discontinued news-reels
News peeling back
historical thunder claps ,
into chiseled images of
being and nothingness.
545 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2017 1:32pm
26th Feb 2017 1:32pm
Ban-She Alert
Vipers at mid-light ,
storms of the messianic ocean.
Nocturnal hell fire reigned
over the kingdom of
the misty villagers.
Darts shot through off licenses
and shot-yards.
The Rancher drove the herd of
multi satirical sheep away
(flowers with bourbon )
A social narrative unambiguously
creates polyvalent fiction .
A family fast during a back peddling
of economic disparity.
Sadness is commonplace in the sphere
they call social renewal .
storms of the messianic ocean.
Nocturnal hell fire reigned
over the kingdom of
the misty villagers.
Darts shot through off licenses
and shot-yards.
The Rancher drove the herd of
multi satirical sheep away
(flowers with bourbon )
A social narrative unambiguously
creates polyvalent fiction .
A family fast during a back peddling
of economic disparity.
Sadness is commonplace in the sphere
they call social renewal .
556 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2017 2:32pm
21st Jan 2017 2:32pm
Naked ( Trump)
You must be barking duck tape around
open ghastly necks.
You must be wondering how pop art became
a populist vocation.
You must be changing pacifist colours into
law- abiding killers.
Non- mechanical
Anti - Trump
KKK- Mountain
Erase -Head
Devil- Cop .
(Naked )
open ghastly necks.
You must be wondering how pop art became
a populist vocation.
You must be changing pacifist colours into
law- abiding killers.
Non- mechanical
Anti - Trump
KKK- Mountain
Erase -Head
Devil- Cop .
(Naked )
618 reads
0 Comments
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