Submissions by GlennMcCrary
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet Sex God
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2014 11:14am
27th Jun 2014 11:14am
Blush: Hyper.Sex Act 3
"A mended brain, and heart, and soul are all fine. But being stolen away in the night by new, soft, and clawing hands makes the stitching break. And when you wake up you find that you were never fixed in the first place.” ~ Jade Day
SCENE ONE
[All is black. Strobe lights of various colors flashed throughout the land. A mysterious woman casts an atrocious glare as she is passing by. She had dark brown shoulder length hair, hazel eyes and french vanilla colored skin. She was wearing a jet black dress. Her left hand was slightly moving around in a circular motion as a...
SCENE ONE
[All is black. Strobe lights of various colors flashed throughout the land. A mysterious woman casts an atrocious glare as she is passing by. She had dark brown shoulder length hair, hazel eyes and french vanilla colored skin. She was wearing a jet black dress. Her left hand was slightly moving around in a circular motion as a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 5:28pm
11th Jun 2014 5:28pm
Blush: Hyper.Sex Act 2
Two faces -- both as perfect as mine once was.” ~ Two-Face
[Do just stood there in a state of slight bewilderment.]
DR. NIGHTMARE: Come to my office now!
DO: For what?
DR. NIGHTMARE: I’m not going to ask you again, Do.
DO: Look with all due respect sir I did nothing wrong.
DR. NIGHTMARE: And if you were really as respectful as you claim you would do as I ask.
SPORE: Do just go. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.
[Do opens his mouth and attempts to speak but Spore cuts him off.]
SPORE: I’ll go...
[Do just stood there in a state of slight bewilderment.]
DR. NIGHTMARE: Come to my office now!
DO: For what?
DR. NIGHTMARE: I’m not going to ask you again, Do.
DO: Look with all due respect sir I did nothing wrong.
DR. NIGHTMARE: And if you were really as respectful as you claim you would do as I ask.
SPORE: Do just go. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.
[Do opens his mouth and attempts to speak but Spore cuts him off.]
SPORE: I’ll go...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2014 5:17pm
14th May 2014 5:17pm
ASMR
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response
It is quite mysterious the origin of such pleasure
Common is the multi-culturally adopted belief
That large fractions of massive populations
Label themselves as insomniacs
If anything this newfound viral sensation
May very well exist to cure insomnia
ASMR comes in a variety of different sounds
That help to release melatonin and aid the body in sleeping
Such sounds include inaudible whispering, gum chewing, table scratching, match lighting,
Ear to ear whispering,...
It is quite mysterious the origin of such pleasure
Common is the multi-culturally adopted belief
That large fractions of massive populations
Label themselves as insomniacs
If anything this newfound viral sensation
May very well exist to cure insomnia
ASMR comes in a variety of different sounds
That help to release melatonin and aid the body in sleeping
Such sounds include inaudible whispering, gum chewing, table scratching, match lighting,
Ear to ear whispering,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2014 3:23pm
7th May 2014 3:23pm
Blush: Noir
"I wish they'd stop going on about it, the things that are unseen but for brief glimpses and shadows, and fully heard. The beings in their closets and under their beds, their voices carried in a wind that isn't there. They stand, stiff, breathing shallow and deep in the lack of light, dripping wet from the storm that didn't happen in this world, muddying up the carpet, mounting with stench. They're not there, you idiots, they're over here, in my eyes, in my head, buried between my lungs and pushing the limits of my bones, my weaknesses. Stop your complaining. If only I could muffle...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 11:42am
23rd Apr 2014 11:42am
Blush: Dig Deeper, Bleed Darker
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 6:13pm
15th Apr 2014 6:13pm
Blush: Too Much Black, Too Little White
Blush”: Too Much Black, Too Little White
Marseille, France, 2014
"The Eiffel Tower was built on the backs of men who never knew that love was absent from the world. Especially Paris.”~ Jade Day
NARRATION SEQUENCE:
Hi. My name is Do and strangely enough it is commonly mispronounced. It is often associated with that of English word “do” which is technically an action verb, but that’s besides the point. I am twenty three years of age and am anti-social so when people act like they know me it freaks me out. My main passion is poetry although I have...
Marseille, France, 2014
"The Eiffel Tower was built on the backs of men who never knew that love was absent from the world. Especially Paris.”~ Jade Day
NARRATION SEQUENCE:
Hi. My name is Do and strangely enough it is commonly mispronounced. It is often associated with that of English word “do” which is technically an action verb, but that’s besides the point. I am twenty three years of age and am anti-social so when people act like they know me it freaks me out. My main passion is poetry although I have...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 12:07pm
1st Mar 2014 12:07pm
+ The Absolute -
And-a-skip were her toes quite slick within lilt
A swing and a kick and a twist and a twirl
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TILT!
(C) Glenn McCrary, 2014 (+ Experiments -, coming soon)
A swing and a kick and a twist and a twirl
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TILT!
(C) Glenn McCrary, 2014 (+ Experiments -, coming soon)
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 7:42pm
19th Feb 2014 7:42pm
+ Commas -
"If only they were that kind; It's our suffering they want." ~ Jonny Vincent
The view of one---
is one of many.
I, you
You, I
Us, he, she,
She, her, him
Him, we, they
Where there is ruin
exists no difference
The view of one---
is one of many.
I, you
You, I
Us, he, she,
She, her, him
Him, we, they
Where there is ruin
exists no difference
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 10:19pm
12th Feb 2014 10:19pm
+ It -
It may be a tad blurrier than life
It may be a pinch closer than death
Ironically equality lies upon the cusp of an idea---
It, it, it---
Seems to be great reason for all things;---
A bubble supposedly invented as a means for survival
Be and let be
“It” does not matter
It may be a pinch closer than death
Ironically equality lies upon the cusp of an idea---
It, it, it---
Seems to be great reason for all things;---
A bubble supposedly invented as a means for survival
Be and let be
“It” does not matter
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