Submissions by DevilWearsTampax
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Tub and the Garden Shed
A rusted old lawn mower leans against the solid siding of a three story home, over grown and consumed by the wild flora, creeping and crawling their way up the handle. Down a paved path and to the left, and ancient bathtub full to the brim with soil and potted plants, decaying as the days roll by without a peep from the sun..
The dilapidated garden shed makes its refuge nestled between overgrown woods and hanging strawberry plants, snakes slipping through the glades below and frolicking (if that’s what you call it) with the birds and the bees and the singing toads. Dirt paths carve...
The dilapidated garden shed makes its refuge nestled between overgrown woods and hanging strawberry plants, snakes slipping through the glades below and frolicking (if that’s what you call it) with the birds and the bees and the singing toads. Dirt paths carve...
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CJ Problem: The Victim and His Advocate
Advocates are not lawyers.
We can support our clients, but we may not speak for them. We try to be as invisible as possible in court, but people are watching our every move. Dress right, speak when spoken to, don’t even THINK about smiling. Ever. Laughing at something the commissioner says, or the respondent’s sheer stupidity—all of the excuses--- is absolutely unacceptable.
The last time I checked, an advocate was someone who spoke up for a cause. Someone who led the group. The advocate was the one who said “hey, something’s not right here.” The ADVOCATE spoke for the people...
We can support our clients, but we may not speak for them. We try to be as invisible as possible in court, but people are watching our every move. Dress right, speak when spoken to, don’t even THINK about smiling. Ever. Laughing at something the commissioner says, or the respondent’s sheer stupidity—all of the excuses--- is absolutely unacceptable.
The last time I checked, an advocate was someone who spoke up for a cause. Someone who led the group. The advocate was the one who said “hey, something’s not right here.” The ADVOCATE spoke for the people...
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DGAF 'Till We Die, I Guess.
I don’t give a fuck if I win or not.
I just want to get my words out there,
Spilled into the open air.
Losing is the true battle, here.
Sittin’ bitch, always coming second-best.
When you lose, you learn to fight.
You learn to let go and leave all the rest
Behind.
To be the best you have to compete with the best.
You have to fight,
You have to beat the best.
That’s far too much hassle.
I don’t deserve to win because I don’t care.
I just want to leave my name here.
I just want to get my words out there,
Spilled into the open air.
Losing is the true battle, here.
Sittin’ bitch, always coming second-best.
When you lose, you learn to fight.
You learn to let go and leave all the rest
Behind.
To be the best you have to compete with the best.
You have to fight,
You have to beat the best.
That’s far too much hassle.
I don’t deserve to win because I don’t care.
I just want to leave my name here.
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Another Cliche Poem About the Revolution
Was it the quivering grey to my left,
or the one coated in red?
Nobody knows who fired the shot,
but it was the first of many more.
We were lined up in a row for a sure loss to the masses;
tomorrow we will find the trees.
The white X marks the spot,
we make red coat bleed into pristine fabric.
Strong and sure feet balance beneath shrubs,
and atop branches,
tomorrow we will find victory.
or the one coated in red?
Nobody knows who fired the shot,
but it was the first of many more.
We were lined up in a row for a sure loss to the masses;
tomorrow we will find the trees.
The white X marks the spot,
we make red coat bleed into pristine fabric.
Strong and sure feet balance beneath shrubs,
and atop branches,
tomorrow we will find victory.
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