Submissions by IndiaChad
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 4:39am
1st Mar 2013 4:39am
He said
he said
I had lucid lips
and mortal intentions
I was as malnourished
in confidence
as the African boy
his mother sent 89cents
to every month
he said
at least
that boy knows the difference
between God and reality
And that was
when religion became a
superstition
- When some asshole
compared me to a God.
I had lucid lips
and mortal intentions
I was as malnourished
in confidence
as the African boy
his mother sent 89cents
to every month
he said
at least
that boy knows the difference
between God and reality
And that was
when religion became a
superstition
- When some asshole
compared me to a God.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 4:34am
1st Mar 2013 4:34am
Dream
In my dream
they were going to
take out your vital
organs and give
them to patients.
You were a doctor
and you neglected
them to die.
and I said
Please don't hurt him
I love him
and that was
simple enough
to be
true
they were going to
take out your vital
organs and give
them to patients.
You were a doctor
and you neglected
them to die.
and I said
Please don't hurt him
I love him
and that was
simple enough
to be
true
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 6:11am
23rd Feb 2013 6:11am
Let's drink until we can't feel
i know now how it feels
to be scared of what is in your head
to be scared of what is in your head
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 7:20pm
9th Dec 2012 7:20pm
" "
Necks
Lips
linguistic
fingertips
Contradicting
guilt inflicting
finger pricking
dick.
Let’s get real
do not move
there is a motion censored
life sized Santa Claus prepared to sing
and dance.
Give me a chance
A second glance
Dance with me
Like that one time
Next to the fire
Whispered questions
“why do you want to know?”
They were constantly crushing my hope
To save their own ego.
Broken conversations between kisses
“why do you want to know?” –
“why do you care?”
Lips
linguistic
fingertips
Contradicting
guilt inflicting
finger pricking
dick.
Let’s get real
do not move
there is a motion censored
life sized Santa Claus prepared to sing
and dance.
Give me a chance
A second glance
Dance with me
Like that one time
Next to the fire
Whispered questions
“why do you want to know?”
They were constantly crushing my hope
To save their own ego.
Broken conversations between kisses
“why do you want to know?” –
“why do you care?”
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 7:55pm
7th Dec 2012 7:55pm
" "
You are in denial
Of what jumping off bridges
Really is.
Just.
Icy skin
Icy lips
blue lips
blue tips
tulips
two
lips
Choking back hatred
Choking and -
Choking back
Choke. On.
the words
the tears
the vomit
Choke
small hands hold a blanket
small feet walk the wood floor
wood?
who's got a match
well
she's got a gallon of
gasoline
she's got a rage
craving revenge
terrified crippled
gripping on to
whimpering...
Of what jumping off bridges
Really is.
Just.
Icy skin
Icy lips
blue lips
blue tips
tulips
two
lips
Choking back hatred
Choking and -
Choking back
Choke. On.
the words
the tears
the vomit
Choke
small hands hold a blanket
small feet walk the wood floor
wood?
who's got a match
well
she's got a gallon of
gasoline
she's got a rage
craving revenge
terrified crippled
gripping on to
whimpering...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 7:07pm
7th Dec 2012 7:07pm
" "
Tongues teach Tongues
how to speak
Softly,
While children sleep
how to speak
Softly,
While children sleep
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 3:53am
7th Dec 2012 3:53am
Rum and a party of five
It was nice seeing you Tess.”
and as I leave
I wonder if you
are genuine
and, were you ever genuine?
Oh just, give me a second
give me a drink
because I’m about to get nostalgic
and we all know that
that just ends up in a relapse
of depression
and discussion
with a 45 year old man
who got close to unhappiness once –
but now just lets his patients
open windows while
he safely
awaits a death full of peace
and religion
So sit there, relax
by...
and as I leave
I wonder if you
are genuine
and, were you ever genuine?
Oh just, give me a second
give me a drink
because I’m about to get nostalgic
and we all know that
that just ends up in a relapse
of depression
and discussion
with a 45 year old man
who got close to unhappiness once –
but now just lets his patients
open windows while
he safely
awaits a death full of peace
and religion
So sit there, relax
by...
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