Submissions by Intricate_B
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I is what I is..
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 8:14pm
16th Dec 2013 8:14pm
my crazy
I call it my crazy...
................when I get lost in my thoughts....
The cost of this write is only sound mind..
I strip naked and dip into the deep end of the gene pool....
......for a mind like this isn't an accident...
A fucked in the head American Poet...
.....even as I sit here and write this,
I feel as though I am just blowing hot air onto paper...
..........the fucking crazy..,
.............................is taking.......
...................................hold again.....
I hate this part....
Intricate B
................when I get lost in my thoughts....
The cost of this write is only sound mind..
I strip naked and dip into the deep end of the gene pool....
......for a mind like this isn't an accident...
A fucked in the head American Poet...
.....even as I sit here and write this,
I feel as though I am just blowing hot air onto paper...
..........the fucking crazy..,
.............................is taking.......
...................................hold again.....
I hate this part....
Intricate B
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Dec 2013 2:01am
13th Dec 2013 2:01am
Daisies and dafodiles snd sunshine n shit..
Uncaged.
The beast of Avalon
thrashes a still
caged up me
with my soul in the restraints
of
everyday hum drum...
society's standard reality...
Arms and legs tethered
in classic hog tie style
with rope of heart ache
and a gag of fuck the world insight
blinded by the lights...
let loose in my brain
a feeling of wanton disregard
of future calamity
brought on by life as a
tortured on the wrack
soul
As soulfully my essence
lets loose a guttoral release,
screaming
painfully for a solace
that...
The beast of Avalon
thrashes a still
caged up me
with my soul in the restraints
of
everyday hum drum...
society's standard reality...
Arms and legs tethered
in classic hog tie style
with rope of heart ache
and a gag of fuck the world insight
blinded by the lights...
let loose in my brain
a feeling of wanton disregard
of future calamity
brought on by life as a
tortured on the wrack
soul
As soulfully my essence
lets loose a guttoral release,
screaming
painfully for a solace
that...
869 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Nov 2013 11:13pm
8th Nov 2013 11:13pm
Vent sesh
I wish to vent
about a life long
"Am I crazy?"
much adue to the
POMPOUS POPULOUS OF MAINSTREAM MEAT HEADS!!!
who fell it their duty to define
CRAZY...
I want to walk into their breakfast nook
Climb atop their table and
PISS IN THEIR WHEETIES..
as they get their dose of daily fiber, scream
"WE'RE ALL FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!"
and when I climb down
and as my ass slams atop their pastry
"I stole the fucking jam out of your doughnut. FUCK YOU!!"
Intricate B
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about a life long
"Am I crazy?"
much adue to the
POMPOUS POPULOUS OF MAINSTREAM MEAT HEADS!!!
who fell it their duty to define
CRAZY...
I want to walk into their breakfast nook
Climb atop their table and
PISS IN THEIR WHEETIES..
as they get their dose of daily fiber, scream
"WE'RE ALL FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!"
and when I climb down
and as my ass slams atop their pastry
"I stole the fucking jam out of your doughnut. FUCK YOU!!"
Intricate B
Be sure to like my page for more...
886 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 8:30am
30th Oct 2013 8:30am
forever the dunce..
Across the way, on the merry go round in the park, is a boy of scrawny stature. Picked on, and beat up, bullied to the point of tears.
8 years old, this boy wanders without guidance. No adults to look up to, no parents to love on him. Wandering aimlessly, he is on a search. For right and wrong. The good examples to follow.
Ever wandering, in the Dust Bowl, Ghost Town, Whereverville USA. In the tiny pocket, packed away deep, in the deepest crevice of my mind. Hidden in the safely and confines, where, not a soul can inflict harm, upon him.
...
8 years old, this boy wanders without guidance. No adults to look up to, no parents to love on him. Wandering aimlessly, he is on a search. For right and wrong. The good examples to follow.
Ever wandering, in the Dust Bowl, Ghost Town, Whereverville USA. In the tiny pocket, packed away deep, in the deepest crevice of my mind. Hidden in the safely and confines, where, not a soul can inflict harm, upon him.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 00:41am
16th Oct 2013 00:41am
In this style
You don't understand the dynamics,
You don't know what takes to make me tick.
The bullshit that bombards my brain
And make me mentally sick.
You assume I'm conceited,
And think i think its all about me.
Time and again it's repeated,
And that is all that you see.
I don't see it when it happens
It's all a blur to me,
All I do is sadden,
My aim is trying to please.
This is the crazy that plagues me,
That pushes me down and breaks me,
That pushes away my saint,
And makes her fear for her safety.
Like sand through my hands,
I...
You don't know what takes to make me tick.
The bullshit that bombards my brain
And make me mentally sick.
You assume I'm conceited,
And think i think its all about me.
Time and again it's repeated,
And that is all that you see.
I don't see it when it happens
It's all a blur to me,
All I do is sadden,
My aim is trying to please.
This is the crazy that plagues me,
That pushes me down and breaks me,
That pushes away my saint,
And makes her fear for her safety.
Like sand through my hands,
I...
984 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 5:40am
15th Oct 2013 5:40am
Suicide
These are the thoughts of a man,
Destined for suicide.
I've been waiting a long time
in this line to ride this ride.
The descent to insanity
Is thrashing and trashing
The heart in me.
Every cut runs deep.
The caged inside feelng,
Keeps my soul's eyes bleeding,
From weeping and screaming
For release.
The rage of this beast,
Locked in this cage
With no sight of keys
Except with flesh busting at the seams,
Upon death, my soul's release..
Intricate B
Destined for suicide.
I've been waiting a long time
in this line to ride this ride.
The descent to insanity
Is thrashing and trashing
The heart in me.
Every cut runs deep.
The caged inside feelng,
Keeps my soul's eyes bleeding,
From weeping and screaming
For release.
The rage of this beast,
Locked in this cage
With no sight of keys
Except with flesh busting at the seams,
Upon death, my soul's release..
Intricate B
1178 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 7:54am
14th Oct 2013 7:54am
Sonnet
Iambic pentamiter, unknown to me.
Trying to give a sonnet a running go.
A layout understood, writing I see.
Stanzas and layout, and thinfs I don't know.
Build to a pinnacle, strive for climax.
New styles of scribe, from lessons learned.
I hope I'm somehow, on the right track.
Outcome of a good write, is my prize earned.
The trial and error, of writing mistakes.
Tiny misfortunes of writing it wrong.
Trial and error, is what it takes,
New styles learned, writing gets strong.
New poems, written, seen and read.
Blood, sweat and...
Trying to give a sonnet a running go.
A layout understood, writing I see.
Stanzas and layout, and thinfs I don't know.
Build to a pinnacle, strive for climax.
New styles of scribe, from lessons learned.
I hope I'm somehow, on the right track.
Outcome of a good write, is my prize earned.
The trial and error, of writing mistakes.
Tiny misfortunes of writing it wrong.
Trial and error, is what it takes,
New styles learned, writing gets strong.
New poems, written, seen and read.
Blood, sweat and...
925 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2013 8:53pm
7th Oct 2013 8:53pm
crazy is as crazy does.
Jason, you're so crazy" I hear so often..
I know I'm crazy though..
Does one cease being crazy,
once they realize they're crazy?
Or does one simply embrace insanity
at the point of "crazy embrace"?
We'll find out..
In this style 51/50..
society labels the awake as crazy
because the smart seem insane
to the dumb.
But what happens is that the crazy do,
while the sleeping masses don't..
I know, so I do..
they don't,
so they don't..
I'm taking my leave of absence today..
Taking a nut ward sabbatical. ...
I know I'm crazy though..
Does one cease being crazy,
once they realize they're crazy?
Or does one simply embrace insanity
at the point of "crazy embrace"?
We'll find out..
In this style 51/50..
society labels the awake as crazy
because the smart seem insane
to the dumb.
But what happens is that the crazy do,
while the sleeping masses don't..
I know, so I do..
they don't,
so they don't..
I'm taking my leave of absence today..
Taking a nut ward sabbatical. ...
933 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 9:13pm
29th Sep 2013 9:13pm
Smile's all agape
Lollipops aplenty
on candy cane lane.
An array of all the colors
Within the spectrum of the rainbow.
Fluffiest clouds
Of pure white cotton.
Every structure, and tree, and sign,
And rock,
Wrapped delicately and thoroughly,
In plush pillows of goose down.
The ankle high,
'Silky soft to bare feet' grass,
Expressing shades of green,
That define the color..
Elated with childlike wonder
And innocence,
A kiddo at Disneyland,
I take off running full speed.
With a careless disregard
To possible injury,
I leap head long...
on candy cane lane.
An array of all the colors
Within the spectrum of the rainbow.
Fluffiest clouds
Of pure white cotton.
Every structure, and tree, and sign,
And rock,
Wrapped delicately and thoroughly,
In plush pillows of goose down.
The ankle high,
'Silky soft to bare feet' grass,
Expressing shades of green,
That define the color..
Elated with childlike wonder
And innocence,
A kiddo at Disneyland,
I take off running full speed.
With a careless disregard
To possible injury,
I leap head long...
974 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 11:11pm
25th Sep 2013 11:11pm
Battle!!
Battle!!
And on this day,
I write.
Stories of epic proportions
Unfold before us,
Upon a battlefield unseen,
Duly noted in blood..
From deep within the mind,
Not of this physical realm,
A revolutionary evolution takes place,
As spiritual beings trapped within
The fleshy confines of man
Become recognized...
Intricate B
And on this day,
I write.
Stories of epic proportions
Unfold before us,
Upon a battlefield unseen,
Duly noted in blood..
From deep within the mind,
Not of this physical realm,
A revolutionary evolution takes place,
As spiritual beings trapped within
The fleshy confines of man
Become recognized...
Intricate B
907 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 11:08am
24th Sep 2013 11:08am
Brokedown Palace
This brokedown palace;
An unholy shrine,
To house an un-attainable soul.
With every second passed,
A foundation solid, shifts.
The mortar crumbles.
The ceiling leaks and,
Time takes it's toll.
With the weight of stress
Among other things
The walls of this temple
Threaten collapse when confronted
By the slightest breeze.
The woodwork that defines
The shrine's frame,
Creeks and moans in pain of
Time's cruel, unrelenting lashings.
The soul housed here
Becoming more and more restless
Within it's...
An unholy shrine,
To house an un-attainable soul.
With every second passed,
A foundation solid, shifts.
The mortar crumbles.
The ceiling leaks and,
Time takes it's toll.
With the weight of stress
Among other things
The walls of this temple
Threaten collapse when confronted
By the slightest breeze.
The woodwork that defines
The shrine's frame,
Creeks and moans in pain of
Time's cruel, unrelenting lashings.
The soul housed here
Becoming more and more restless
Within it's...
860 reads
3 Comments
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