Submissions by Intricate_B
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I is what I is..
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 1:02am
9th Mar 2013 1:02am
Free pizza and beer
Free pizza and beer. A soul mate's loving embrace By Jason Brierly Moving! "Free pizza and beer!"
Here, Jason, is my in. My "hi, how are you doing?" that I so craved to say to this beautiful woman that I see my future with.
My soul mate in waiting. My, let me come rescue you from your past tortures, and hardships, and dead end relationships.
Free pizza and beer!! You are my reason to speak to this beautiful woman that I gaze upon with longing, whom, in hindsight, I know I will be with forever, until the end of all. things.
My soul...
Here, Jason, is my in. My "hi, how are you doing?" that I so craved to say to this beautiful woman that I see my future with.
My soul mate in waiting. My, let me come rescue you from your past tortures, and hardships, and dead end relationships.
Free pizza and beer!! You are my reason to speak to this beautiful woman that I gaze upon with longing, whom, in hindsight, I know I will be with forever, until the end of all. things.
My soul...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 00:59am
9th Mar 2013 00:59am
Patience is a virtue, Grasshopper.
From the depths of my soul. With all that makes me, I need you. Your breath on my breath. Our eyes locked in the, "lost to all else but one another", gaze. The one where we bare our soul at a glance known only by lovers.
With all that makes me, I need you. Hand in hand, fingers locked, breathe as one. Hearts beat in unison. Mine for you. And yours for me. That's what I need. The you. Plus the me. Equals the pairing of one to the other. That's what I crave.
My soul, thirsty for you. Ever unquenched. Unable to attain that which I hold so dear. The glacier cold,...
With all that makes me, I need you. Hand in hand, fingers locked, breathe as one. Hearts beat in unison. Mine for you. And yours for me. That's what I need. The you. Plus the me. Equals the pairing of one to the other. That's what I crave.
My soul, thirsty for you. Ever unquenched. Unable to attain that which I hold so dear. The glacier cold,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 2:09pm
8th Mar 2013 2:09pm
Random acts of unconditional love.. A soul mate slow dance..
It's all in the hips.
The curves.
My queen's physique.
They speak for themselves. From afar, they scream, "TAKE NOTICE!!"
Sleek and sensual, the smooth ups and downs, the joy ride of hips and thigh.
The symphony springs forth with all that is woman.
She has the perfect hour glass figure, the classic Eve body.
I long for her, I yearn to have her curvy luscious body;
Stripped and bare, and pressed firm against my soul and body.
My hands make their way to her curvaceous hips, and draw her close.
Against my body, I feel her warmth. ...
The curves.
My queen's physique.
They speak for themselves. From afar, they scream, "TAKE NOTICE!!"
Sleek and sensual, the smooth ups and downs, the joy ride of hips and thigh.
The symphony springs forth with all that is woman.
She has the perfect hour glass figure, the classic Eve body.
I long for her, I yearn to have her curvy luscious body;
Stripped and bare, and pressed firm against my soul and body.
My hands make their way to her curvaceous hips, and draw her close.
Against my body, I feel her warmth. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 2:02pm
8th Mar 2013 2:02pm
Reprise
The chaos theory of past time equals the organized times pressed upon me today.
Past mistakes, passed retributions and partial multitudes of masses and tens of thousands of past time classes pass times when the glasses of the blind, blind the sight un seen with the untimely times passed or wasted.
Wasted with the intent of incompitance embraced on the magnifying glass of half full..
Optimism is up when we raise out glass in celebration of passed times plus birthdays survived withen the past time of nothingness.
Mindless ramblings equal nonsense of nonsense, ashes to ashes...
Past mistakes, passed retributions and partial multitudes of masses and tens of thousands of past time classes pass times when the glasses of the blind, blind the sight un seen with the untimely times passed or wasted.
Wasted with the intent of incompitance embraced on the magnifying glass of half full..
Optimism is up when we raise out glass in celebration of passed times plus birthdays survived withen the past time of nothingness.
Mindless ramblings equal nonsense of nonsense, ashes to ashes...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 2:05am
8th Mar 2013 2:05am
Chasing the dragon, an outsiders p.o.v.
The inner beast is awoken inside of me.
The battle that's lost, I see as a tragedy.
The inner demons, brought on with a single thought,
Wrapped up in myself, with a quickness, the drugs were bought.
Broke down in a syringe, and slammed in my vein, on comes the rush, my life threatened again.
My inner peace is shaken, and my youth was robbed,
By the demon within, thus the cycle begins.
Bottle it up, don't speak a word,
You don't want to talk, nevermind what you heard.
"To get your feelings out", or so they said, "is blowing hot...
The battle that's lost, I see as a tragedy.
The inner demons, brought on with a single thought,
Wrapped up in myself, with a quickness, the drugs were bought.
Broke down in a syringe, and slammed in my vein, on comes the rush, my life threatened again.
My inner peace is shaken, and my youth was robbed,
By the demon within, thus the cycle begins.
Bottle it up, don't speak a word,
You don't want to talk, nevermind what you heard.
"To get your feelings out", or so they said, "is blowing hot...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 1:54am
8th Mar 2013 1:54am
Sorrow for the ignorant
Again, up and flowing, the caffeine that courses these pipes of veins,
My crimson veino, flowing forth through my veins and coronaries, to get hype and open that long sought after flow of creativity that works the pen out, fat and lazy from a long slumber;
Excited to make dark, that which was once blank, the paper soon read and criticized, the poetry soon appears.
The ink's glimmer, fresh in written form puts forth the ramblings spewed from my busy mind for other's entertainment;
The words loved by the few who understand my thoughts, make that impact.
The impression...
My crimson veino, flowing forth through my veins and coronaries, to get hype and open that long sought after flow of creativity that works the pen out, fat and lazy from a long slumber;
Excited to make dark, that which was once blank, the paper soon read and criticized, the poetry soon appears.
The ink's glimmer, fresh in written form puts forth the ramblings spewed from my busy mind for other's entertainment;
The words loved by the few who understand my thoughts, make that impact.
The impression...
697 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 5:16pm
7th Mar 2013 5:16pm
A.D.H D.Uncut
Fuck, I hate infomercials. "Only 3 easy payments of $29.99. But wait, if you order now, you can get the Shim Sham Rama Lama".....ring.. ring.. Jimmy. Fuck it.. Not wanting to talk to anyone right now. Not exactly the social butterfly... gotta do something...walk into the bedroom, man...what was it.. I came in here for something...oh well.. I'll remember later.. my head hurts...I wish this hang nail would go away. Hand in pocket, and pain. Snag on my jeans... bathroom!! Fucking black heads. 30 years old, I shouldn't have to battle with this shit. Puberty ended years ago...why was I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 5:07pm
7th Mar 2013 5:07pm
Anecdotes of a mad man.
I think, therefore I am; broken. All the way. Not like, "I'm all teenie bopper n shit!!"
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite", well Aldoux, via Mr. Blake, what you forgot to mention, is that once those doors are clensed, you can't muddy them again. Through the use of large quantities os lsd, my doors have been cleansed. Too cleansed. Aldoux failed to mention that with open mind, comes, "question all that you once thought you knew"...
Enlightenment comes with a price. Lost in my mind,...
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite", well Aldoux, via Mr. Blake, what you forgot to mention, is that once those doors are clensed, you can't muddy them again. Through the use of large quantities os lsd, my doors have been cleansed. Too cleansed. Aldoux failed to mention that with open mind, comes, "question all that you once thought you knew"...
Enlightenment comes with a price. Lost in my mind,...
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