Submissions by IntoTheVoid
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2018 7:47pm
23rd Feb 2018 7:47pm
I'm a self defeating monologue
I'm a blacksmith with tinitus
and a fire fighter with bronchitis,
I'm a hockey player with no sweat glands
and a consvertive working a news stand,
I'm a self defeating monologue
I'm an agoraphobic demagogue.
I'm a schoolbus with no children
and I'm a synt popper thinking he's still "in",
I'm like a sawmill in a suburb
and a shepard missing a sheep herd.
Im a street light shining in day light
I’m a white dove stuck in a bar fight
I’m a duck stuck in a swan pond ...
and a fire fighter with bronchitis,
I'm a hockey player with no sweat glands
and a consvertive working a news stand,
I'm a self defeating monologue
I'm an agoraphobic demagogue.
I'm a schoolbus with no children
and I'm a synt popper thinking he's still "in",
I'm like a sawmill in a suburb
and a shepard missing a sheep herd.
Im a street light shining in day light
I’m a white dove stuck in a bar fight
I’m a duck stuck in a swan pond ...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2017 11:58am
2nd Nov 2017 11:58am
The Fear On Short Avenue
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
looking like a haunted house,
someone's getting a lesson in pottery
I swear did I hear a howl?
Cause this town has been damned for 108 pages
and it doesn't seem like much will change,
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter
but the crows still circulate the same.
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
wet and dark just like the rainy ground
this day is bound for nothing than more misery
the squeaking breaks pontificate the sound.
There's been long...
looking like a haunted house,
someone's getting a lesson in pottery
I swear did I hear a howl?
Cause this town has been damned for 108 pages
and it doesn't seem like much will change,
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter
but the crows still circulate the same.
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
wet and dark just like the rainy ground
this day is bound for nothing than more misery
the squeaking breaks pontificate the sound.
There's been long...
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2017 1:28pm
30th Oct 2017 1:28pm
The Fear On Short Avenue
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
looking like a haunted house,
someone's getting a lesson in pottery
I swear did I hear a howl?
Cause the lot has been damned for 108 pages
and it doesn't seem like much will change,
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter
but the crows still circulate the same.
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
resembling just what he won't get,
what he'll get is a 45 in his neck and no worthy place to rest.
Cause this place has been damned on 7 fatal cases
but...
looking like a haunted house,
someone's getting a lesson in pottery
I swear did I hear a howl?
Cause the lot has been damned for 108 pages
and it doesn't seem like much will change,
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter
but the crows still circulate the same.
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
resembling just what he won't get,
what he'll get is a 45 in his neck and no worthy place to rest.
Cause this place has been damned on 7 fatal cases
but...
#PopCulture
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2017 11:48am
10th Sep 2017 11:48am
God created fire, and it was good
Heaven existed
and it was beautiful.
But one day God got tired of all the prettiness
and decided to storm out of his house
bottle in hand
and go on to burn it all to the ground.
All the angels and cherubs cheered with him
as he went on to torch all the barracks.
The humans sleeping in there were wakened by the rumble
Some managing to get out, bewildered and fearful just to witness the scene.
Divine flames were melting the pearly gate
and smoke covered the sky in cataclysmic rage.
When God finally came up to the...
and it was beautiful.
But one day God got tired of all the prettiness
and decided to storm out of his house
bottle in hand
and go on to burn it all to the ground.
All the angels and cherubs cheered with him
as he went on to torch all the barracks.
The humans sleeping in there were wakened by the rumble
Some managing to get out, bewildered and fearful just to witness the scene.
Divine flames were melting the pearly gate
and smoke covered the sky in cataclysmic rage.
When God finally came up to the...
#religion
#faith
#angels
917 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2017 8:53pm
30th Aug 2017 8:53pm
Alternative reality in a culture of identity
Spiritual decay and fireworks displays,
we even have people referring to the "good ol days"
Nobodies got any sense of where everything's coming at
and we're freaked out all because of that one simple fact
And we tend to leave reality when times get to harsh
and thus mind and body is dragged far apart
We have more movements than ever yeah they pop up every day
but as soon as the sensation's been milked dry they fade away,
We have fake news, semi truth and alternative reality
And a collective right to all be special in...
we even have people referring to the "good ol days"
Nobodies got any sense of where everything's coming at
and we're freaked out all because of that one simple fact
And we tend to leave reality when times get to harsh
and thus mind and body is dragged far apart
We have more movements than ever yeah they pop up every day
but as soon as the sensation's been milked dry they fade away,
We have fake news, semi truth and alternative reality
And a collective right to all be special in...
#PopCulture
590 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 6:06pm
25th Jun 2017 6:06pm
Between shades and rose tinted glasses
I can feel when my endorphins drop,
Colors turn cold,
framerate rises
and everything passes a bit faster.
I know feelings always passes,
But i'd like it if some of them lasted.
Cause i'm sick of having to switch
between shades and rose tinted glasses.
Colors turn cold,
framerate rises
and everything passes a bit faster.
I know feelings always passes,
But i'd like it if some of them lasted.
Cause i'm sick of having to switch
between shades and rose tinted glasses.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2017 6:55pm
24th Jun 2017 6:55pm
I wanted to feel like Tyler Durden
I wanted to feel like Tyler Durden
so I buzz cut the hair
that i had payed 40 dollars for
Just the day before
Then I wanted to Feel like Slim Shady,
So i called in sick from school
and proceeded to Blond it,
badly,
at home
Turns out none of those efforts really worked
Cause i'm still here,
all the same.
I don't know what i expected.
so I buzz cut the hair
that i had payed 40 dollars for
Just the day before
Then I wanted to Feel like Slim Shady,
So i called in sick from school
and proceeded to Blond it,
badly,
at home
Turns out none of those efforts really worked
Cause i'm still here,
all the same.
I don't know what i expected.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2017 10:34pm
5th Jun 2017 10:34pm
Greenhouse living
I have the dream of living in a greenhouse.
Roof of glass, and walls of glass
getting a lot of sun.
I have the imagination that I maybe even would be able
to hear the plants breathe.
I also imagine the air in there would be really good.
I got the feeling i wouldn't need to have so much stuff in there,
surrounded by green, in my own tropical forest,
It would be my own nature reserve,
in smaller scale, of course.
Don't know if it would ever be reality though,
it's one of those ideas
that sound really good in your head,
but how...
Roof of glass, and walls of glass
getting a lot of sun.
I have the imagination that I maybe even would be able
to hear the plants breathe.
I also imagine the air in there would be really good.
I got the feeling i wouldn't need to have so much stuff in there,
surrounded by green, in my own tropical forest,
It would be my own nature reserve,
in smaller scale, of course.
Don't know if it would ever be reality though,
it's one of those ideas
that sound really good in your head,
but how...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2017 11:02am
2nd Apr 2017 11:02am
In the shed
Down in the shed, dead organic matter
in every direction maybe if
i picked it up and lumped it all together
it would form something in the size of a football.
It's in the air and in the dust,
you're breathing it in,
dried out, skeletal spider bodies
the deceased children of Prometheus.
It's a morbid sight, even evil to the eye
but don't be fooled; nothing here either lives or hungers
nothing here is love, and nothing is hate
All is the indication of a hopeless fate.
Everything in here bears witness...
in every direction maybe if
i picked it up and lumped it all together
it would form something in the size of a football.
It's in the air and in the dust,
you're breathing it in,
dried out, skeletal spider bodies
the deceased children of Prometheus.
It's a morbid sight, even evil to the eye
but don't be fooled; nothing here either lives or hungers
nothing here is love, and nothing is hate
All is the indication of a hopeless fate.
Everything in here bears witness...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2017 7:51am
23rd Mar 2017 7:51am
Blue jeans
Worn out
Washed out
Hang me out to dry
Bleach me in [your] sun
Textile fiber contracts
And I'm as good as new.
Washed out
Hang me out to dry
Bleach me in [your] sun
Textile fiber contracts
And I'm as good as new.
790 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2017 9:00pm
22nd Mar 2017 9:00pm
Linguistics
Tongue motions forms bubbles
of symbolism.
Once they burst in your ear,
meaning confined
is set free.
of symbolism.
Once they burst in your ear,
meaning confined
is set free.
556 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2017 10:26am
10th Mar 2017 10:26am
Too much thinking
Too much thinking
My brain matter inflammated
Nerve endings burned.
I've got a headache
so fuck you
My brain matter inflammated
Nerve endings burned.
I've got a headache
so fuck you
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