Submissions by Gemini (Geminitalian)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write a lot more fiction than poetry these days but I never know when a poem might decide to bleed out of my pen. -Gemini P.S. When someone tells me to go fuck myself, I screw Holly.
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 7:55pm
15th Nov 2013 7:55pm
The Heroin Epidemic
They’re dropping like
bags of wet cement
everywhere I turn
One by one
they’re falling
off the train
independently
yet as a whole
back into the epidemic
that plagues our city
It’s raining needles
all around me
tearing through my shelter
as I dodge and weave
through the chaos
surrounding me
He’s rolling
down a hill
picking up
momentum
while attempting
to stomp
on the brakes
before the
inevitable crash
She dabbles
here and there
knowing that ...
bags of wet cement
everywhere I turn
One by one
they’re falling
off the train
independently
yet as a whole
back into the epidemic
that plagues our city
It’s raining needles
all around me
tearing through my shelter
as I dodge and weave
through the chaos
surrounding me
He’s rolling
down a hill
picking up
momentum
while attempting
to stomp
on the brakes
before the
inevitable crash
She dabbles
here and there
knowing that ...
1558 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Oct 2013 6:18pm
20th Oct 2013 6:18pm
Escaping Enslavement
I observe her lying in bed
sleeping
peacefully
quietly
tranquilly
The cool spring breeze brings comfort
An oak tree still bare
from a mild winter
The occasional vehicle
quietly cruising by
7 A.M.
A bell rings
serving as a shepherd
Hundreds flock to their stations
A great migration from the south
and me
A sea of steel to
bend
burn
shape
build
We are disposable machines
made of flesh
rented by the hour
programmed to work hard
Our minds
irrelevant
Destined for...
sleeping
peacefully
quietly
tranquilly
The cool spring breeze brings comfort
An oak tree still bare
from a mild winter
The occasional vehicle
quietly cruising by
7 A.M.
A bell rings
serving as a shepherd
Hundreds flock to their stations
A great migration from the south
and me
A sea of steel to
bend
burn
shape
build
We are disposable machines
made of flesh
rented by the hour
programmed to work hard
Our minds
irrelevant
Destined for...
817 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 1:36am
17th Oct 2013 1:36am
Sadness
It’s not depression
in the clinical sense
but a sadness
that’s washed over me
A combination of
grey skies
darkening days
and a lack of time
spent with my son
who’s being raised
by a woman who’s
easily influenced
by others
It’s the melancholy
of loneliness
due to lack of
contact with a slender
female body
that I crave
the way I used to
long for a shot of
potent smack
It’s not hard
to get out of bed
and I don’t want
to blow my brains out
It’s just a sadness
that will...
in the clinical sense
but a sadness
that’s washed over me
A combination of
grey skies
darkening days
and a lack of time
spent with my son
who’s being raised
by a woman who’s
easily influenced
by others
It’s the melancholy
of loneliness
due to lack of
contact with a slender
female body
that I crave
the way I used to
long for a shot of
potent smack
It’s not hard
to get out of bed
and I don’t want
to blow my brains out
It’s just a sadness
that will...
788 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2013 6:43pm
26th Sep 2013 6:43pm
Ramblings from Rehab
It’s a warm September evening
with the sun settling
beyond the shingles
My eyes squint
behind darkened lenses
whilst drinking cheap coffee
from a styrofoam cup
and sucking down
one Marlboro
after another
I sit at a hexagon picnic table
on a patio of stone
with full branches
dangling above
my smoothly shaved head
I’m decked out in black
from shirt to shoe
I ponder on
what’s racing through the minds
of the women letting me down
and why I continually trust
against my will
...
with the sun settling
beyond the shingles
My eyes squint
behind darkened lenses
whilst drinking cheap coffee
from a styrofoam cup
and sucking down
one Marlboro
after another
I sit at a hexagon picnic table
on a patio of stone
with full branches
dangling above
my smoothly shaved head
I’m decked out in black
from shirt to shoe
I ponder on
what’s racing through the minds
of the women letting me down
and why I continually trust
against my will
...
717 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2013 4:43pm
23rd Sep 2013 4:43pm
D.U. Dream
Last night I had a dream, no sand, no God to carry me
nor was it an nightmare, but a party for the DUP
A Muggle and The Mugglette worked as the M.C.’s
The third one couldn’t help them ‘cause he caught some STD’s
The place was full of emos, angels packed the room
Even Miki came, she danced there from the moon
Rachel looked just ravishing and Autumn was so fine
Before the night was over, I’d have one of them as mine
Goodest walked into the room with six verses blazing
Wearing his frat T-shirt and ready for more hazing ...
nor was it an nightmare, but a party for the DUP
A Muggle and The Mugglette worked as the M.C.’s
The third one couldn’t help them ‘cause he caught some STD’s
The place was full of emos, angels packed the room
Even Miki came, she danced there from the moon
Rachel looked just ravishing and Autumn was so fine
Before the night was over, I’d have one of them as mine
Goodest walked into the room with six verses blazing
Wearing his frat T-shirt and ready for more hazing ...
817 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 3:45pm
20th Jul 2013 3:45pm
Moral Corruption
Do you really wonder why it is I chose this life
When every word you utter slices through me like a knife?
Look at how fucked up my generation is
And you guys wanna bitch about the way we raise our kids?
I truly love my country for what it’s supposed to be
But unlike most Americans some of us can see
That a green card and two brain cells is the hiring criteria
And you wonder why we’re suffering this financial hysteria?
I can’t recall the Iraqi people begging for our aid
But I remember Georgie Bush and his WMD charade
What if Arabs and Persians...
When every word you utter slices through me like a knife?
Look at how fucked up my generation is
And you guys wanna bitch about the way we raise our kids?
I truly love my country for what it’s supposed to be
But unlike most Americans some of us can see
That a green card and two brain cells is the hiring criteria
And you wonder why we’re suffering this financial hysteria?
I can’t recall the Iraqi people begging for our aid
But I remember Georgie Bush and his WMD charade
What if Arabs and Persians...
933 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 3:32pm
20th Jul 2013 3:32pm
Recurring Reverie
In my mind’s recurring reverie
your eyes ignite my fire within
I’m drawn to your flesh
Your smile comforts me
triggering tranquility
enhancing this dream quest
Your touch electrifies
sparking curiosities
your hand upon my chest
Your lips so soft and sweet
brush across my neck
reminding me I’m blessed
Your freshly scented hair
unleashes lustful passion
my lips caress your breasts
In my mind’s recurring reverie
an eternal burning flame
warms our lover’s nest
your eyes ignite my fire within
I’m drawn to your flesh
Your smile comforts me
triggering tranquility
enhancing this dream quest
Your touch electrifies
sparking curiosities
your hand upon my chest
Your lips so soft and sweet
brush across my neck
reminding me I’m blessed
Your freshly scented hair
unleashes lustful passion
my lips caress your breasts
In my mind’s recurring reverie
an eternal burning flame
warms our lover’s nest
773 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 3:05am
19th Jun 2013 3:05am
f**k You, You f**king f**kers
1424 reads
30 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 3:58am
7th Jun 2013 3:58am
This is why I write
At times it comes out masterfully like
Bukowski or Fante
but more often than not
it’s as pathetically piss poor as the work of
Paterson or E.L. James
reeking of a writer’s most gut wrenching enemy;
Main-stream-ism
I don’t do it for you
and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think
any more than you give a shit what runs through my twisted skull
I don’t write for money or fame or notoriety
however, I’ll gladly accept it if it comes my way
If you want to publish me, then publish me
but if you expect me to edit to suit your...
Bukowski or Fante
but more often than not
it’s as pathetically piss poor as the work of
Paterson or E.L. James
reeking of a writer’s most gut wrenching enemy;
Main-stream-ism
I don’t do it for you
and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you think
any more than you give a shit what runs through my twisted skull
I don’t write for money or fame or notoriety
however, I’ll gladly accept it if it comes my way
If you want to publish me, then publish me
but if you expect me to edit to suit your...
1239 reads
18 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 00:50am
6th Jun 2013 00:50am
Sickness to Death
Anxiety penetrates my mind
like a tiger tooth through human flesh
whilst a deep depression darkens the shining sun
Rolling off of my sweat soaked sheets
my knees crackling as I stand
stomach curling as I weakly walk on tightened muscles
From a pocket in an old leather jacket
I grab my gear and a bag full of smack
Sitting at my desk with bones aching
I feel the misfiring of currents in my brain
I load the spoon with powder, soft and fine
then gag and vomit on the floor
Adding water to the spoon
I prepare to...
like a tiger tooth through human flesh
whilst a deep depression darkens the shining sun
Rolling off of my sweat soaked sheets
my knees crackling as I stand
stomach curling as I weakly walk on tightened muscles
From a pocket in an old leather jacket
I grab my gear and a bag full of smack
Sitting at my desk with bones aching
I feel the misfiring of currents in my brain
I load the spoon with powder, soft and fine
then gag and vomit on the floor
Adding water to the spoon
I prepare to...
979 reads
10 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 8:10pm
2nd Jun 2013 8:10pm
Gates of Hell
I fucked it all up
Nothing new
It’s what I do
Murdering trust
the most delicate of a relationship’s features
She struck back
with words as sharp as a prison yard shank
ripping into my soul
leaving me in pain
The agonizing torture
of true depression
My heart races
muscles ache
bones sore
a familiar feeling
Minimal sleep
with needles appearing in every dream
waking me whilst resonating in my mind
Battling with my own demons
whilst I compete for the one thing ...
Nothing new
It’s what I do
Murdering trust
the most delicate of a relationship’s features
She struck back
with words as sharp as a prison yard shank
ripping into my soul
leaving me in pain
The agonizing torture
of true depression
My heart races
muscles ache
bones sore
a familiar feeling
Minimal sleep
with needles appearing in every dream
waking me whilst resonating in my mind
Battling with my own demons
whilst I compete for the one thing ...
1027 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th May 2013 2:32pm
27th May 2013 2:32pm
Back Into The Jungle
My nerves are tender
Anxiety intrudes my peace of mind
Jumping back into the jungle
Serenity, I cannot find
Slithering snakes with mixed agendas
Ferocious tigers face to face
Forest dense, can’t find my way
I’m isolated in this place
I try to seize the racing thoughts
As they penetrate my brain
Escape is futile, waste of time
This jungle’s driving me insane
Unsheathing my machete
Slicing through the tiger’s head
Splitting shady snakes in half
Without my weapons, I’d be dead
Cutting through the heavy trees...
Anxiety intrudes my peace of mind
Jumping back into the jungle
Serenity, I cannot find
Slithering snakes with mixed agendas
Ferocious tigers face to face
Forest dense, can’t find my way
I’m isolated in this place
I try to seize the racing thoughts
As they penetrate my brain
Escape is futile, waste of time
This jungle’s driving me insane
Unsheathing my machete
Slicing through the tiger’s head
Splitting shady snakes in half
Without my weapons, I’d be dead
Cutting through the heavy trees...
971 reads
10 Comments
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