Submissions by Huh (Rainbow Serpent)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My greatest weapon is my honesty.
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 11:58pm
29th Aug 2013 11:58pm
I'll Be You're Best Friend
What the fuck is the point?
Why should I look for happi –
Nessun dorma. I wait by the phone
At three in the mourning
Period. That’s what it is; you don’t have the time. Period
I hear your voice
Mail armor, plate armor, scale armor.
I have scaly skin and I shed –
Ding tears, Dong tears; the bells toll the witching hour.
What the fuck is the
Pointy objects sticking from my heart.
I don’t remember them being
There for me, like you never were.
Do I really disgust you that much? So I’ –
Llife and death are wonderful things, yet...
Why should I look for happi –
Nessun dorma. I wait by the phone
At three in the mourning
Period. That’s what it is; you don’t have the time. Period
I hear your voice
Mail armor, plate armor, scale armor.
I have scaly skin and I shed –
Ding tears, Dong tears; the bells toll the witching hour.
What the fuck is the
Pointy objects sticking from my heart.
I don’t remember them being
There for me, like you never were.
Do I really disgust you that much? So I’ –
Llife and death are wonderful things, yet...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 2:02pm
5th Jun 2013 2:02pm
THEATRICS!
Step into the march of freaks
and sneaks and geeks who leak
their body fluids -
blood and sweat and tears
incarnations of the fears of
being shoved into a locker -
locked away like dirty laundry
filthy socks and pointless feelings
that you wouldn't want to -
needn't worry 'bout just yet.
and sneaks and geeks who leak
their body fluids -
blood and sweat and tears
incarnations of the fears of
being shoved into a locker -
locked away like dirty laundry
filthy socks and pointless feelings
that you wouldn't want to -
needn't worry 'bout just yet.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2013 6:23am
24th Apr 2013 6:23am
I wish You Could See Me Now
When I think back on
the nights I spent curled up on
the floor in a corner so
desperate for someone to listen,
I burn with rage because
here I am curled up on
the floor in my room so
desperate for someone to listen
to the shit I'm going through like they did.
When I look back at
the reasons I had
to regret
the things I'd "done to myself,"
I taste bitterness as I realize
I now have reasons
to regret
the real things I'd done to myself
in order to cope with the regret I had.
When I look back to...
the nights I spent curled up on
the floor in a corner so
desperate for someone to listen,
I burn with rage because
here I am curled up on
the floor in my room so
desperate for someone to listen
to the shit I'm going through like they did.
When I look back at
the reasons I had
to regret
the things I'd "done to myself,"
I taste bitterness as I realize
I now have reasons
to regret
the real things I'd done to myself
in order to cope with the regret I had.
When I look back to...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 9:29pm
15th Jan 2013 9:29pm
Borderline Personality Disorder
I - for whatever reason -
take emotional distress harder than
most other people, and usually
go so far to say that the distress
becomes a physical pain.
I guess it's because I
never really grew up - or
at the very least never outgrew
my social sensitivity, which
I see as the source of my psycho - logical anguish.
The problem is that I know it,
and feel great self - loathing from
the fact that I feel so shitty -
because of people who care
about my happiness.
Which is the...
take emotional distress harder than
most other people, and usually
go so far to say that the distress
becomes a physical pain.
I guess it's because I
never really grew up - or
at the very least never outgrew
my social sensitivity, which
I see as the source of my psycho - logical anguish.
The problem is that I know it,
and feel great self - loathing from
the fact that I feel so shitty -
because of people who care
about my happiness.
Which is the...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Oct 2012 3:35am
17th Oct 2012 3:35am
The Different "Englishes" I Use (written in September 2011)
So where’d you go?”
“Ridgeview.”
“Really? Same here.”
“Oh my God, I hated them.”
“I know! Did they take your shoelaces?”
“Nah, I was outpatient.”
“Lucky.”
There’s something about the bluntness, something about the brutal honesty these sentence fragments and examples of butchered English have. It’s not what you’d expect to hear in your everyday conversation.
“I hated the damn strip searches.”
“Oh yeah. And they spent way too much time taking the metal parts off our pencils.”
“Ha. I was such an idiot the first day...
“Ridgeview.”
“Really? Same here.”
“Oh my God, I hated them.”
“I know! Did they take your shoelaces?”
“Nah, I was outpatient.”
“Lucky.”
There’s something about the bluntness, something about the brutal honesty these sentence fragments and examples of butchered English have. It’s not what you’d expect to hear in your everyday conversation.
“I hated the damn strip searches.”
“Oh yeah. And they spent way too much time taking the metal parts off our pencils.”
“Ha. I was such an idiot the first day...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 8:06pm
14th Oct 2012 8:06pm
Maybe that's Why
I like to suffer.
I enjoy pain,
To savor each second of what I’m told to avoid,
Delighting in my misery,
Maybe that’s why I won’t help myself.
I like emotions.
I love to feel,
Regardless of whether it’s rational or not,
Eschewed from all boundaries,
Maybe that’s why I can’t think ahead clearly.
I like mindfulness.
I relish contemplation,
My ideal state of being
To be simply for the sake of being,
Maybe that’s why I feel like a hypocrite.
I enjoy pain,
To savor each second of what I’m told to avoid,
Delighting in my misery,
Maybe that’s why I won’t help myself.
I like emotions.
I love to feel,
Regardless of whether it’s rational or not,
Eschewed from all boundaries,
Maybe that’s why I can’t think ahead clearly.
I like mindfulness.
I relish contemplation,
My ideal state of being
To be simply for the sake of being,
Maybe that’s why I feel like a hypocrite.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 8:05pm
14th Oct 2012 8:05pm
Tikity Tok
Slowly, the hand turns.
Gradually, time ticks away,
Like water washing against a stone.
How long will it take till I’m worn down to nothing?
The time passing is bittersweet;
In the rush it disappears with satisfaction;
Yet in the stillness, it drags on indefinitely.
Who am I to stand against the ravages of time?
The tears fall;
Yet nobody remembers why,
I guess it wasn’t all that important.
But why does it feel that way?
Gradually, time ticks away,
Like water washing against a stone.
How long will it take till I’m worn down to nothing?
The time passing is bittersweet;
In the rush it disappears with satisfaction;
Yet in the stillness, it drags on indefinitely.
Who am I to stand against the ravages of time?
The tears fall;
Yet nobody remembers why,
I guess it wasn’t all that important.
But why does it feel that way?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 6:10am
14th Oct 2012 6:10am
I am the cheese that rots in the vestibule of hell
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 6:07am
14th Oct 2012 6:07am
Ridgeview
Why are you staring at me like that?
I’m not looking for attention.
I don’t want you to help me.
You’re the one who asked me what was wrong.
So what if I’m depressed?
It’s not like I’m gonna kill myself.
The fact that I wish I could doesn’t count.
I’m not going to give people a reason to think about me.
Don’t give me that shit.
I’ve heard every damn thing you said before.
I know what it is I’m doing – and I’ve accepted the consequences.
There’s nothing you can say to change my mind.
I’m not looking for attention.
I don’t want you to help me.
You’re the one who asked me what was wrong.
So what if I’m depressed?
It’s not like I’m gonna kill myself.
The fact that I wish I could doesn’t count.
I’m not going to give people a reason to think about me.
Don’t give me that shit.
I’ve heard every damn thing you said before.
I know what it is I’m doing – and I’ve accepted the consequences.
There’s nothing you can say to change my mind.
645 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 7:00pm
13th Oct 2012 7:00pm
I put the Ass in Asphyxiation
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