Submissions by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i pissed away my scholarships and chose the hard way in life, but i make up for squandered potential by reading like words are the antidote to a fire that has been burning on my scalp itself for a decade or two (but who's counting?)
work no. 3
i abandoned all hope today
standing in front of the time clock
watched the glimmer drain
from my baby blue bloodshots
in the spiders web of software
honeyed flies they caught there
skipped lunch for stockholder cruises
i won't answer phones anymore
carpal tunnel, finger tip bruises
i'm running out of friends to ignore
standing in front of the time clock
watched the glimmer drain
from my baby blue bloodshots
in the spiders web of software
honeyed flies they caught there
skipped lunch for stockholder cruises
i won't answer phones anymore
carpal tunnel, finger tip bruises
i'm running out of friends to ignore
#depression
#money
#greed
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dad no. 1
my dad's hands were calloused
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
from working dawn 'til dusk
fixing old cars
building a blue collar college trust
empty pockets
dreams on hold
wallet full of dust
silver's worth less than gold
and both
are worth more than rust
#father
#family
#poverty
144 reads
2 Comments
tallboy
you feel like shit
you wasted another four dollars and twenty cents
your head is beginning to pound
and it ain't even noon yet
you can't stand your loved ones
you dread going to work
you bit your silver tongue
you don't want it and never did
but now you feel like shit
your head is beginning to pound,
and you've wasted another four dollars and twenty cents
you wasted another four dollars and twenty cents
your head is beginning to pound
and it ain't even noon yet
you can't stand your loved ones
you dread going to work
you bit your silver tongue
you don't want it and never did
but now you feel like shit
your head is beginning to pound,
and you've wasted another four dollars and twenty cents
#alcohol
#addiction
#despair #poverty
#despair #poverty
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genealogy and nonsense
goddammit if i'm outside,
half drunk in the snow
and smoking a blunt in my fake fur
and my dan post lizards,
it's because
that's what god made hillbillies to do
because the burke's ate valium at funerals
because the gwinn boys ran cleveland
and because the frenches hid out
in them smoky blue hills
back to the wall against the world
so on behalf of my kinfolk,
fuck bush
and god bless the tva
kill every coal mine in the south
and give us all jobs drinking whiskey
and carrying on all night
half drunk in the snow
and smoking a blunt in my fake fur
and my dan post lizards,
it's because
that's what god made hillbillies to do
because the burke's ate valium at funerals
because the gwinn boys ran cleveland
and because the frenches hid out
in them smoky blue hills
back to the wall against the world
so on behalf of my kinfolk,
fuck bush
and god bless the tva
kill every coal mine in the south
and give us all jobs drinking whiskey
and carrying on all night
#family
#mountains
#drugs #poverty
#drugs #poverty
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game show idea
mr executive
do I have the idea for you
the plan
behind the scenes at least
is to see how much slime the average man or woman would swim through
how many crickets they would eat
to win the least amount of common goods
so that way
at the season finale
you could watch
white hot euphoria
flash over a girl's
bruised and battered face
while her bloodied knuckles grasp
in utterly human triumph
a single, small
raw chicken leg
do I have the idea for you
the plan
behind the scenes at least
is to see how much slime the average man or woman would swim through
how many crickets they would eat
to win the least amount of common goods
so that way
at the season finale
you could watch
white hot euphoria
flash over a girl's
bruised and battered face
while her bloodied knuckles grasp
in utterly human triumph
a single, small
raw chicken leg
#money
#consumerism
#poverty
116 reads
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logan
the pallbearer
to the coffin wailed
i've your number, brother
i've your six
is it good luck
if it rains on a funeral?
i've carried your lazy ass before
i'll carry you again
whether or not I want to
throughout these tired years
in a memory of gas station biscuits,
empty energy drinks, and
getting this shit over with
to the coffin wailed
i've your number, brother
i've your six
is it good luck
if it rains on a funeral?
i've carried your lazy ass before
i'll carry you again
whether or not I want to
throughout these tired years
in a memory of gas station biscuits,
empty energy drinks, and
getting this shit over with
#grief
#death
246 reads
2 Comments
nightlife
bald-faced liars
to a man and woman,
every single one
through a veil of dark,
see them dance parabolas
to music so loud,
you can't hear thoughts,
alarm bells, or red flags
one lobs a question
right on through me
at a construct in the aether
"what do you do for work again?"
to a man and woman,
every single one
through a veil of dark,
see them dance parabolas
to music so loud,
you can't hear thoughts,
alarm bells, or red flags
one lobs a question
right on through me
at a construct in the aether
"what do you do for work again?"
#loneliness
#city
#night
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the scream of wednesday
adulthood is:
slowly
growing
a human,
in a body
long
since
finished.
slowly
growing
a human,
in a body
long
since
finished.
#minimalist
360 reads
2 Comments
stage
another cloud of anger
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
and the stage is set again
it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you
i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
and the stage is set again
it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you
i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
#sadness
#love
#marriage #shame
#marriage #shame
296 reads
4 Comments
lately my mail
has been trying to hurt me
bank account
screaming for mercy
my children
scream for food
im screaming too
off screen and out of view
giving fury
where fury is due
to pieces of me too shattered to glue
but the question remains
how much can you do?
how much can you take?
where will you bend,
and where will you break?
has been trying to hurt me
bank account
screaming for mercy
my children
scream for food
im screaming too
off screen and out of view
giving fury
where fury is due
to pieces of me too shattered to glue
but the question remains
how much can you do?
how much can you take?
where will you bend,
and where will you break?
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#money #poverty
#money #poverty
259 reads
3 Comments
sunday
sunday, you smell like
a bridge over troubled water
on the way to church
southern son's and daughters
with long and lacy skirts
and lipsticked linen collars
gather round for grace
head home to hidden hollers
wrapped in your embrace
we pray on skinned-up knees
off behind the place
where the congregation meets
i know who to thank
and you know what i need
sunday best in heaps
on the floor where we had fallen
leaves scattered at your feet
brought by broken window breeze
so get dressed come on
sunday...
a bridge over troubled water
on the way to church
southern son's and daughters
with long and lacy skirts
and lipsticked linen collars
gather round for grace
head home to hidden hollers
wrapped in your embrace
we pray on skinned-up knees
off behind the place
where the congregation meets
i know who to thank
and you know what i need
sunday best in heaps
on the floor where we had fallen
leaves scattered at your feet
brought by broken window breeze
so get dressed come on
sunday...
#love
#lust
#confessional
#lover
#memories
340 reads
2 Comments
damage no.1
#love
#erotic
#rhyming #lover
#rhyming #lover
220 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)