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?)
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2023 12:38pm
24th Apr 2023 12:38pm
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
123 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2023 4:16pm
20th Apr 2023 4:16pm
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
131 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2023 2:38pm
19th Apr 2023 2:38pm
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
165 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2023 1:36pm
19th Apr 2023 1:36pm
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
171 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Apr 2023 4:30pm
18th Apr 2023 4:30pm
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
138 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2023 2:36pm
18th Apr 2023 2:36pm
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
166 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 4:43pm
17th Apr 2023 4:43pm
damage no.1
#love
#erotic
#rhyming #lover
#rhyming #lover
131 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 3:21pm
17th Apr 2023 3:21pm
jealous no. 1
i'm junkyard familiar
with the concept of wasted potential
you've touched stars
from a sky beyond
the same dark pools
i stare up at in thought
but pools are for swimming
and i never learned
still we tread together
in the same water
have you ever been
so poor it burned your insides?
tore holes right through your gut
and sloughed off chunks of wild dreams?
have you ever tasted nothing so long,
that hunger eats back at you
like a mouth in your stomach
or a giant, gaping hole
somewhere it is expected ...
with the concept of wasted potential
you've touched stars
from a sky beyond
the same dark pools
i stare up at in thought
but pools are for swimming
and i never learned
still we tread together
in the same water
have you ever been
so poor it burned your insides?
tore holes right through your gut
and sloughed off chunks of wild dreams?
have you ever tasted nothing so long,
that hunger eats back at you
like a mouth in your stomach
or a giant, gaping hole
somewhere it is expected ...
#sadness
#anger
#jealousy
#frustration
#poverty
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2023 9:19pm
16th Apr 2023 9:19pm
remember no. 1
i still remember
chocolate milk in little cartons
jumping rope
and kindergarten
i also remember
skin pulled by rubber tie-offs
nodding out into the gravy
and waking up in county
i still remember
cowboys and indians
riding ponies made of sticks
lassos, six-shooters, rodeos
now i pay taxes
and hide in plain site
and it's a good day
when there's no sobbing
but i still remember clark kent
fishsticks and power rangers
and believing i could be anything
before i found out who i am
chocolate milk in little cartons
jumping rope
and kindergarten
i also remember
skin pulled by rubber tie-offs
nodding out into the gravy
and waking up in county
i still remember
cowboys and indians
riding ponies made of sticks
lassos, six-shooters, rodeos
now i pay taxes
and hide in plain site
and it's a good day
when there's no sobbing
but i still remember clark kent
fishsticks and power rangers
and believing i could be anything
before i found out who i am
#sadness
#identity
#SelfReflection
109 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Apr 2023 6:42pm
15th Apr 2023 6:42pm
Farang, or a Love Song for Bangkok
They call me Farang, or Muay Farang. Foreign boxer, it means. It is not a title of honor. I’ve been here for a month now. Coach expects by the time I come back I’ll be a top prospect for the fancy TV fights, considering my kickboxing experience in the states. Everything depends on how my record turns out over here. This’ll be my third fight now. Kaewsamrit Boxing Gym puts all new inductees straight to work, and that’s slow to the boys over here. They do it every week and sometimes twice. I wonder how they do it, but then I see seven year olds literally living in the gym and I guess that’s...
#violence
#money
#travel
#sports
#greed
69 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 9:35pm
14th Apr 2023 9:35pm
me no. 2
oh the things you could have been
but most of all, you were scared
and every time a door would swing open
you'd flinch with the memory
of a door to the face and keep on wandering
down the hall
whistling against the thought of all alone
you will tell a lot of jokes
but take yourself entirely too seriously
in too-big ofxords,
and a badly butchered windsor knot
while people ignore the wild
scream of nature
emitting from your head
and the smell of carrion
forming in your presence
but most of all, you were scared
and every time a door would swing open
you'd flinch with the memory
of a door to the face and keep on wandering
down the hall
whistling against the thought of all alone
you will tell a lot of jokes
but take yourself entirely too seriously
in too-big ofxords,
and a badly butchered windsor knot
while people ignore the wild
scream of nature
emitting from your head
and the smell of carrion
forming in your presence
#sadness
#dark
#identity
116 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 9:04pm
14th Apr 2023 9:04pm
line no. 1
will this be forever?
i stare down at phones,
books, feet
anything in the floor really
while another in a rather long line
tells me all about
how dangerous, how deadly,
how destructive my choices tend to be
my mouth opens, moves, closes again
i'm sorry tattooed across my tongue
for the ease of repetition
they shove off, exit stage right
and another steps forward
to tell me again
how dangerous, how deadly,
how destructive my choices tend to be
i stare down at phones,
books, feet
anything in the floor really
while another in a rather long line
tells me all about
how dangerous, how deadly,
how destructive my choices tend to be
my mouth opens, moves, closes again
i'm sorry tattooed across my tongue
for the ease of repetition
they shove off, exit stage right
and another steps forward
to tell me again
how dangerous, how deadly,
how destructive my choices tend to be
#sadness
#regret
#SelfReflection
97 reads
2 Comments
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