Submissions by G3r0 (TetsuUmi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm anger frustration lust passion awareness rebellion and love all culminating together to create a middle finger.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 7:20pm
13th Jun 2015 7:20pm
G3R0
If i was president, I would paint the white house silver,
To reflect the world outside of the building,
I'd breed whales to feed them to the starving children,
Send a fleet a seals to teach them how to hunt in the
Wilderness.
I would put an end to the war on drugs to use them
for humanities evolution,
Afghanistan wouldnt be infected by american troops
And isreal would be left to settle things with jerusalem,
Currency is a necity for equivalent trade
but the minimum wage would be 15$
As the cost of living...
To reflect the world outside of the building,
I'd breed whales to feed them to the starving children,
Send a fleet a seals to teach them how to hunt in the
Wilderness.
I would put an end to the war on drugs to use them
for humanities evolution,
Afghanistan wouldnt be infected by american troops
And isreal would be left to settle things with jerusalem,
Currency is a necity for equivalent trade
but the minimum wage would be 15$
As the cost of living...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 00:16am
13th Jun 2015 00:16am
The War
Find cupid,
Snap his bow in half before he use it,
Tare his feathers off of his back,
Shov an arrow up his ass,
Shoot a beautiful woman with it,
smash her on his back,
Then Stab him through both pupils and laugh,
Torture him the way he did you,
Let him live with the images,
Let it be the last thing he remembers before,
His vision is riped from him,
Leave a scar on his memory
That would eternally bleed,
To see if he would keep
Turning his cheek.
...
Snap his bow in half before he use it,
Tare his feathers off of his back,
Shov an arrow up his ass,
Shoot a beautiful woman with it,
smash her on his back,
Then Stab him through both pupils and laugh,
Torture him the way he did you,
Let him live with the images,
Let it be the last thing he remembers before,
His vision is riped from him,
Leave a scar on his memory
That would eternally bleed,
To see if he would keep
Turning his cheek.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2015 10:50pm
9th Jun 2015 10:50pm
Take me Back
Black notes flowing from my guitar strings,
I'm addicted to how it's voice rings,
I'm addicted to the vibrations it sends,
And how my thoughts change,
With every range and every memory the noise bring,
Take me back in time as I surf the sound waves,
Before I was effected by the radio and crime rate,
Back when my mind state,
Was in the goldy lock zone.
Young and impressionable,
Yearning for new lessons,
Every thing was colorful,
Every sent was rich,
Life was untainted by the death of innocence, ...
I'm addicted to how it's voice rings,
I'm addicted to the vibrations it sends,
And how my thoughts change,
With every range and every memory the noise bring,
Take me back in time as I surf the sound waves,
Before I was effected by the radio and crime rate,
Back when my mind state,
Was in the goldy lock zone.
Young and impressionable,
Yearning for new lessons,
Every thing was colorful,
Every sent was rich,
Life was untainted by the death of innocence, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 1:56pm
8th Jun 2015 1:56pm
deserts hallucinations
I painted a picture so profound and vivid,
That the city picked me ,
To be the greatest artist that ever did speak,
The words reached the planet causing international peace,
And every border was tore down as an act of release,
We all burned down society gliding and spinning idoly
In the ashes, Then went to the jungle and made a pact
With the trees to coexist in it's leaves,
For fertilizer they would provide shelter and our practical needs,
Rain washed down along with all of the colors of the spectrum,
The jungle...
That the city picked me ,
To be the greatest artist that ever did speak,
The words reached the planet causing international peace,
And every border was tore down as an act of release,
We all burned down society gliding and spinning idoly
In the ashes, Then went to the jungle and made a pact
With the trees to coexist in it's leaves,
For fertilizer they would provide shelter and our practical needs,
Rain washed down along with all of the colors of the spectrum,
The jungle...
#WritersBlock
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2015 6:48pm
5th Jun 2015 6:48pm
not a work of art, simply a message
I don't usually allow comments on deeply touching subjects,
I now realize that feedback and growth are as sunlight and seed.
With that said I will be allowing comments on thoes subjects if I don't reply there are no hard feelings toward the reader but it wasn't
About technique it was about freeing my counciouss.
I now realize that feedback and growth are as sunlight and seed.
With that said I will be allowing comments on thoes subjects if I don't reply there are no hard feelings toward the reader but it wasn't
About technique it was about freeing my counciouss.
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Jun 2015 4:41pm
5th Jun 2015 4:41pm
Anger
You said you didn't care for the face that I made
And ask why I was upset,
I gave u a glass smile and from blink chest said I'm okay,
You said "I Hate it when you make that face" and ask, why the hell am I upset.
My instincts kicked in and simplely said go away,that third time you ask what is wrong with you,
So I humored you out of respect,
But as I squeezed the last peice of my heart that held on
to a dear friends untimely death,
Your gaze compared my situation to that of a wounded pet, ...
And ask why I was upset,
I gave u a glass smile and from blink chest said I'm okay,
You said "I Hate it when you make that face" and ask, why the hell am I upset.
My instincts kicked in and simplely said go away,that third time you ask what is wrong with you,
So I humored you out of respect,
But as I squeezed the last peice of my heart that held on
to a dear friends untimely death,
Your gaze compared my situation to that of a wounded pet, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2015 8:27am
5th Jun 2015 8:27am
The Root
Greed is the root of all evil.
Money is just a catalyst, that the branches of government
use to distract the masses with.
If you follow the money roots you might end up at a cabinet,
Under the illusion of a suit.
who plagiarizes Calling buck shots at topics that effect Americans,
MK ULTRA sound blasting from the womb of the television this
Phantom...
Money is just a catalyst, that the branches of government
use to distract the masses with.
If you follow the money roots you might end up at a cabinet,
Under the illusion of a suit.
who plagiarizes Calling buck shots at topics that effect Americans,
MK ULTRA sound blasting from the womb of the television this
Phantom...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 10:31pm
3rd Jun 2015 10:31pm
goodbye June 2, 2015
Last night I was up enjoying the lunar pull from my window,
Writing poetry as I usually do,
While you were leaving a plane in the hospital,
Leaving only the shell of someone I knew,
It's not like you to lay there stiff when a beautiful lady,
Enters the room, but that's the last thing I ever did questioned,
yet she not the reason that you lay there breathless,
I didn't see the deeper meaning in the way that she exists,
I used to sit next to you and rhyme...
Writing poetry as I usually do,
While you were leaving a plane in the hospital,
Leaving only the shell of someone I knew,
It's not like you to lay there stiff when a beautiful lady,
Enters the room, but that's the last thing I ever did questioned,
yet she not the reason that you lay there breathless,
I didn't see the deeper meaning in the way that she exists,
I used to sit next to you and rhyme...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 9:47pm
3rd Jun 2015 9:47pm
Pluto and mars
The scorpion travels the path of passion,
Clashing with battle axes to capture it's essence,
It questions, its existence.
Stitching its intentions in seconds, switching
Between, life and death as it passes.
Its feelings are massed by a skelleton mask,
For the marrow shattered attempting
to, plant a kiss on a star.
It didn't show...
Clashing with battle axes to capture it's essence,
It questions, its existence.
Stitching its intentions in seconds, switching
Between, life and death as it passes.
Its feelings are massed by a skelleton mask,
For the marrow shattered attempting
to, plant a kiss on a star.
It didn't show...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 1:44pm
3rd Jun 2015 1:44pm
Life still goes on
I looked inside a mirror,
To find self instead,
A black cat cut between us,
And my reflection cracked and fled,
I left my self wide open,
Consiqences marked in red,
But life still goes on,
When happiness is dead.
A thousand years of silence on this shore from wich I came,
I built a walk around this island to isolate me from my pain,
No outsiders allowed in they only destroy what they claim,
I'll live here alone.... I think I'm better off that way.
I started off with nothing just a seedling I could plant, ...
To find self instead,
A black cat cut between us,
And my reflection cracked and fled,
I left my self wide open,
Consiqences marked in red,
But life still goes on,
When happiness is dead.
A thousand years of silence on this shore from wich I came,
I built a walk around this island to isolate me from my pain,
No outsiders allowed in they only destroy what they claim,
I'll live here alone.... I think I'm better off that way.
I started off with nothing just a seedling I could plant, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 1:55am
3rd Jun 2015 1:55am
sweet rotten fruits
My insides inverted outward as
her intence eye matched mines
the fricton burst the room into flames
Sweat dripped from her pores, mine were doing the same, I anlysed her every line that swerved wich triggered our
brains to bring vision of my lips pressing against hers our naked skin touching burning our tender nerve ending as I'm pressing into her hips the pressure turns emissive, A glisten interrupted. ......
Her ring finger illuminated with a diamond that my energy had no hand
In creating mocking me...
her intence eye matched mines
the fricton burst the room into flames
Sweat dripped from her pores, mine were doing the same, I anlysed her every line that swerved wich triggered our
brains to bring vision of my lips pressing against hers our naked skin touching burning our tender nerve ending as I'm pressing into her hips the pressure turns emissive, A glisten interrupted. ......
Her ring finger illuminated with a diamond that my energy had no hand
In creating mocking me...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2015 9:06pm
2nd Jun 2015 9:06pm
The hole
I down others for a sence of releive,
stress weight on my chest it's never easy to breathe
His business is my business life's my favorite t.v
so much drama maby a stage could make it complete,
No matter how much I sit and chatter about who matters
I cant seem to figure what matters to me
A sence of purpose unfulfilled in natural being
Is unfathomable yet Im compelled to think what it means
Block by road blocks stoped by tolls and burned bridges
But ima keep watching though it's my job to point out
Who lifes hold the most meaning yet I can't find the...
stress weight on my chest it's never easy to breathe
His business is my business life's my favorite t.v
so much drama maby a stage could make it complete,
No matter how much I sit and chatter about who matters
I cant seem to figure what matters to me
A sence of purpose unfulfilled in natural being
Is unfathomable yet Im compelled to think what it means
Block by road blocks stoped by tolls and burned bridges
But ima keep watching though it's my job to point out
Who lifes hold the most meaning yet I can't find the...
654 reads
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