Submissions by IANMCL
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Looking for as much feedback as possible, even if all you have to say is that I fucking suck. I try to write about stuff that has not been covered before. The more obscene the better.
The Inescaple Sobriety
Drinking is my portal to ecstasy, my escapade out of dejection.
Today I am drunk on soberness, my melancholia dilutes my thoughts clarity.
Bound within this vile state.
I drink, and I drink, and I drink.
But I can not escape. Stuck in this night, where evil sober images impose my aching mind.
I drink again, I drink with abhorrence.
I detest This mother fucking soberness.
Stuck with this feeling of disdain.
I have fallen deep within this abdominal pit of gloom.
Warmth burns my timid nerves.
I feel it pillaging my innards. They plea...
Today I am drunk on soberness, my melancholia dilutes my thoughts clarity.
Bound within this vile state.
I drink, and I drink, and I drink.
But I can not escape. Stuck in this night, where evil sober images impose my aching mind.
I drink again, I drink with abhorrence.
I detest This mother fucking soberness.
Stuck with this feeling of disdain.
I have fallen deep within this abdominal pit of gloom.
Warmth burns my timid nerves.
I feel it pillaging my innards. They plea...
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My Narrisicistic Journey
I sit here in my shallow puddle of relinquishment.
Pondering the likes of a superior society.
I wish things were... different.
Things.
People.
Never myself.
I change for nobody.
All of the worthless nobody's shall change for me, their rightful master.
Or so I ponder...
Maybe in a different life this glorious fantasy shall bestow it's rightful existence upon the ungrateful sods that mock me in this pathetic flea ridden scum hole, with it's backwards power scheme.
Today is the day I commence my venture. Step into the...
Pondering the likes of a superior society.
I wish things were... different.
Things.
People.
Never myself.
I change for nobody.
All of the worthless nobody's shall change for me, their rightful master.
Or so I ponder...
Maybe in a different life this glorious fantasy shall bestow it's rightful existence upon the ungrateful sods that mock me in this pathetic flea ridden scum hole, with it's backwards power scheme.
Today is the day I commence my venture. Step into the...
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