Submissions by Intricate_B
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I is what I is..
SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 8:36pm
21st Mar 2013 8:36pm
Internal battle
Mind is a jumble, deep seeded thorough thoughtlessness. The scars left upon my emotions or lack thereof.
Internal battles fought with precedence, good and evil, both are equal these thoughts, where I come from.
Pros and cons, of consequences rendered upon the literary mind, the internal battle is what I find.
The thing most sought after, through the many years of hurt. The embrace of a lover. Embrace lost in time.
Evidence of fidelity and yearning of learning and time after time and line after line of an itching and burning... from a soul constantly returning, to a body...
Internal battles fought with precedence, good and evil, both are equal these thoughts, where I come from.
Pros and cons, of consequences rendered upon the literary mind, the internal battle is what I find.
The thing most sought after, through the many years of hurt. The embrace of a lover. Embrace lost in time.
Evidence of fidelity and yearning of learning and time after time and line after line of an itching and burning... from a soul constantly returning, to a body...
1086 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 7:26pm
21st Mar 2013 7:26pm
20 word challenge
Up,
And
Up,
And
Up,
And
Further
Into
The
Sky
We
Go.
True
Internal
self
worth,
one
will
never
know..
And
Up,
And
Up,
And
Further
Into
The
Sky
We
Go.
True
Internal
self
worth,
one
will
never
know..
630 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 9:46pm
20th Mar 2013 9:46pm
Rendered Speechless. (nostalgia rampant)
Fresh out of prison, a man scorned of women, upset and fed up, I swore them off. Never will a woman get close enough again; never let a woman inside, able to hurt me. My way of coping, self taught.
A month and a day un-incarcerated, miserable and hurt... beat down and bloodied from pains, and scars, and the ever present broken heart.. all in all, done with life. But the she... came along... My Angel in flesh, met upon that one social network, a love eternal I had, before I knew life. The woman who would become my wife.
Within 5 minutes of to this wonder, I sensed the...
A month and a day un-incarcerated, miserable and hurt... beat down and bloodied from pains, and scars, and the ever present broken heart.. all in all, done with life. But the she... came along... My Angel in flesh, met upon that one social network, a love eternal I had, before I knew life. The woman who would become my wife.
Within 5 minutes of to this wonder, I sensed the...
906 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 9:46pm
20th Mar 2013 9:46pm
It's all in the name..
Pointless and aimlessly, the poet takes flight.
Unaware at the moment, of what he will write.
The precursor begins the flow, the go, the I know that I want to write, yet don't know, what avenue of creation to take.
Slowly, and surely as the creek will rise, creative juices aplenty, his art takes form as ink meets with paper, and with a little help from a friend, the words woven intricate, lay out a form unknown.
Interlocked and likened literature of a duly noted nonsensical.
Deep and steeped in stark contrast from the norm of poetry, my flowetry takes form. ...
Unaware at the moment, of what he will write.
The precursor begins the flow, the go, the I know that I want to write, yet don't know, what avenue of creation to take.
Slowly, and surely as the creek will rise, creative juices aplenty, his art takes form as ink meets with paper, and with a little help from a friend, the words woven intricate, lay out a form unknown.
Interlocked and likened literature of a duly noted nonsensical.
Deep and steeped in stark contrast from the norm of poetry, my flowetry takes form. ...
698 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Mar 2013 9:23am
17th Mar 2013 9:23am
A special kind.. Insight. .A special kind.. Insight.
Deeply deranged and oddly psychotic. Inside the mind of a good artist, one may be scared, and almost driven to the point of insanity.
Often times, the most moving, and deeply meaningful works come from a deeply hurt, almost deranged mind. Sometimes bringing forth a sinister calamity. Inside the mixed up, twisted mind of a genius artist, poet, or writer, comes forth the thoughts that would lead one to become committed.
Some of the weirdest characters in the world, were some of the greatest artists. Not many can say they understand why Poe drank himself to...
Often times, the most moving, and deeply meaningful works come from a deeply hurt, almost deranged mind. Sometimes bringing forth a sinister calamity. Inside the mixed up, twisted mind of a genius artist, poet, or writer, comes forth the thoughts that would lead one to become committed.
Some of the weirdest characters in the world, were some of the greatest artists. Not many can say they understand why Poe drank himself to...
725 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 00:58am
17th Mar 2013 00:58am
Reasons
Is it really worth the stresses and pains of everyday life?The constant this and that..I love you..I love the beautiful children that we call ours.. The four sole reasons that I am here..On this plane of existence.. But the pain.. Physical and mental of the constant.. My brain is of the scattered sort, and my mind a jumble.. I am trying like none other to not suffer from the things that make us suffer, but to suffer seems to be the way of life..Thus life has dealt the swift kick to the proverbial ass, that is my heart..It aches and hurts and urns for the life of the norm with my four soul...
615 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 00:23am
17th Mar 2013 00:23am
A short..
The darkness envelopes me,
As I start to sing.
"Hale to the chief bitches"!!
Bow down and kiss my ring.
Sanity slips away,
Through my fingers like sand.
When awakening from my dream,
My dog licking my hand..
As I start to sing.
"Hale to the chief bitches"!!
Bow down and kiss my ring.
Sanity slips away,
Through my fingers like sand.
When awakening from my dream,
My dog licking my hand..
609 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 4:40pm
16th Mar 2013 4:40pm
Forever the clown. Undone.
Happy and smiling.
Always cracking jokes.
Obnoxious, and daring, the center of attention.
"The party has arrived!!",
As I walk through the door.
The guy that's always positive, through whatever situation.
No matter how serious or dire, happy or stressful.
Always with a smile, or a smart as! reply to say.
Regardless of the mood, "that Jason, he sure is happy, free, true, positive."
So they thought.
You know that one guy?
Who always remains strong and unbreakable?
Never afraid to make himself the butt of the joke, just...
Always cracking jokes.
Obnoxious, and daring, the center of attention.
"The party has arrived!!",
As I walk through the door.
The guy that's always positive, through whatever situation.
No matter how serious or dire, happy or stressful.
Always with a smile, or a smart as! reply to say.
Regardless of the mood, "that Jason, he sure is happy, free, true, positive."
So they thought.
You know that one guy?
Who always remains strong and unbreakable?
Never afraid to make himself the butt of the joke, just...
722 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 4:06pm
16th Mar 2013 4:06pm
A cold winters day.
The tiny snow flakes, fell one by one..
My first time remembering, the uncanny fun.
The excitement balled up and hyped up a kid,
My first memory of snow fall, I bout flipped my lid.
I peaked out the window, oh what excitement.
As the dusk settled in, this 3 year old's thought process.
To run around, the oak tree in the front lawn,
And catch all the snow flakes, in my mouth until dawn.
Nevermind the cold, I just wanted to play,
Such innocence lost, what a pitty to say.
Nothing else mattered, cept that cold white stuff,
That fell down relentless, I...
My first time remembering, the uncanny fun.
The excitement balled up and hyped up a kid,
My first memory of snow fall, I bout flipped my lid.
I peaked out the window, oh what excitement.
As the dusk settled in, this 3 year old's thought process.
To run around, the oak tree in the front lawn,
And catch all the snow flakes, in my mouth until dawn.
Nevermind the cold, I just wanted to play,
Such innocence lost, what a pitty to say.
Nothing else mattered, cept that cold white stuff,
That fell down relentless, I...
575 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 7:34am
16th Mar 2013 7:34am
Empty thoughts palindrome. .
Empty thoughts,
Once entertained here.
Depravity, and wonderment concealed.
Thoughts processed and reprimanded.
The wide wonder I carry.
Reprimanded and processed thoughts,
Conceal, wonderment and depravity,
Here, entertained once
Thought empty..
Once entertained here.
Depravity, and wonderment concealed.
Thoughts processed and reprimanded.
The wide wonder I carry.
Reprimanded and processed thoughts,
Conceal, wonderment and depravity,
Here, entertained once
Thought empty..
602 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 8:47pm
14th Mar 2013 8:47pm
Vanilla vendetta
Vanilla vendetta.
Steeped in passion.
Internal demand, your chemicals release,
to undo my thoughts rational.
Irrational takes over, and a deep yearning.
Subconscious desire towards that which is mine.
Pheromones release a deeper knowledge.
A deeper desire, to fill that carnal,
new depths conquered deep within that which is perfect.
Throbbing and moist, deepest affection as two become one.
The continuation of a race,
entwined with an affection,
deep beneath all that is us.
Locked and lucid, we are,
I.
You.
One in the...
Steeped in passion.
Internal demand, your chemicals release,
to undo my thoughts rational.
Irrational takes over, and a deep yearning.
Subconscious desire towards that which is mine.
Pheromones release a deeper knowledge.
A deeper desire, to fill that carnal,
new depths conquered deep within that which is perfect.
Throbbing and moist, deepest affection as two become one.
The continuation of a race,
entwined with an affection,
deep beneath all that is us.
Locked and lucid, we are,
I.
You.
One in the...
863 reads
1 Comment
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