Submissions by JadieAngelik (Poison Penmanship)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Haha... Ugh, Why must I be so... Me?
DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 8:09pm
19th Apr 2012 8:09pm
Consummation
This bloody Consummation got me thinking i got some sick fascinations, with the strange ways i commit to things,
like a fucking evil demon i render pain,
with this intent to bane all the hidden fame,
until i can contain and maintain the evil thats inside of me, Day by day im speaking in a little more grotesque way,
And no i will not rest till i crack through that chest,
... where a heart would infest,
but i guess yours just ended up a goddamn mess,
maybe you should invest in something with more value and less to impress like a cavalier vest to be stronger, ...
like a fucking evil demon i render pain,
with this intent to bane all the hidden fame,
until i can contain and maintain the evil thats inside of me, Day by day im speaking in a little more grotesque way,
And no i will not rest till i crack through that chest,
... where a heart would infest,
but i guess yours just ended up a goddamn mess,
maybe you should invest in something with more value and less to impress like a cavalier vest to be stronger, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 8:08pm
19th Apr 2012 8:08pm
Car Crashes
I cant refrain from this post apocalyptic like terrain,
iv been traveling,
im in pain from walking on so much broken glass,
a couple clashes of locomotive's and car crashes,
wouldn't bring this much carnage....
and iv been hear for so long im likely falling head first into a bottle of shame.
mixed with a couple misfits demons that seem to know me by name,
its sad how time can be your best friend,
one day than one encounter can counter everything thats ever really mine,
... even take away my a visual of a good time,
while im sitting with a...
iv been traveling,
im in pain from walking on so much broken glass,
a couple clashes of locomotive's and car crashes,
wouldn't bring this much carnage....
and iv been hear for so long im likely falling head first into a bottle of shame.
mixed with a couple misfits demons that seem to know me by name,
its sad how time can be your best friend,
one day than one encounter can counter everything thats ever really mine,
... even take away my a visual of a good time,
while im sitting with a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 6:56am
19th Apr 2012 6:56am
Our Mind and Soul
Our mind like the soul is boundlessness
infinite to the degree of immortality,
living in such a stubborn breed,
this humanity we come to be,
barely conscious,
infinite to the degree of immortality,
living in such a stubborn breed,
this humanity we come to be,
barely conscious,
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 6:55am
19th Apr 2012 6:55am
Never Again
I remember when i was truly born, i was 13,
a little kid with the little more then the others could wield,
incredible thoughts arose from this tainted field, (my head),
i grab the pen, and recite what i felt, was truly real,
used colors to match the rhythm, bored with that,
... used patterns to control my mind precision, i mastered that,
I grew tired of the bullshit of reality,
realized I was drafted in absolute calamity
screaming "what fuck are you mad at me?"
to the "heavens" above, nobody there,
nobody to answer,
its like...
a little kid with the little more then the others could wield,
incredible thoughts arose from this tainted field, (my head),
i grab the pen, and recite what i felt, was truly real,
used colors to match the rhythm, bored with that,
... used patterns to control my mind precision, i mastered that,
I grew tired of the bullshit of reality,
realized I was drafted in absolute calamity
screaming "what fuck are you mad at me?"
to the "heavens" above, nobody there,
nobody to answer,
its like...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 7:20pm
18th Apr 2012 7:20pm
Bend
If you bend light, you can become invisible,...
and if you bend an idea you are seen unreasonable...
Blind to all reason. a visionary held for treason
for telling the world, "This how government, is deceiving you'
I pity the few, who understand.
... That kind of knowledge doesn't go hand in hand
That kind of knowledge brings a bitter end...
I hope the few of you know where you stand,
when the world really does come to an end,
and if you bend an idea you are seen unreasonable...
Blind to all reason. a visionary held for treason
for telling the world, "This how government, is deceiving you'
I pity the few, who understand.
... That kind of knowledge doesn't go hand in hand
That kind of knowledge brings a bitter end...
I hope the few of you know where you stand,
when the world really does come to an end,
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 7:19pm
18th Apr 2012 7:19pm
Cloud Nine
ima misfit,
but im loved either way
I'll carry on and take a beating from you to make me into something significant
like a memory
incomplete manifestations of desire in the bitter winter spire,
and i know no matter how much negative energy piles on,
I'll be holding the fort down till the night has gone
Watching over the balcony with the girl standing next to me,
arms wide stretched right around me
its kinda like old time Alchemy,
got me flower picking,
resourceful thinking
for a little of that love potion
with a lil hint of...
but im loved either way
I'll carry on and take a beating from you to make me into something significant
like a memory
incomplete manifestations of desire in the bitter winter spire,
and i know no matter how much negative energy piles on,
I'll be holding the fort down till the night has gone
Watching over the balcony with the girl standing next to me,
arms wide stretched right around me
its kinda like old time Alchemy,
got me flower picking,
resourceful thinking
for a little of that love potion
with a lil hint of...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 5:36am
18th Apr 2012 5:36am
E & A
The way you spit,
had me memorized from the second.
the verbal mysticism
you were equipped.
I knew it was a lesson...
The art of eternal skepticism...
You took the view of the world
and ripped it apart,
put it back together
and made a new start,
You were the greatest human, the gods ever gave a throat,
Your mind was on another level,
Book smart, street smart,
a mixture of both,
with the true feelings of the heart
Late nights, looking at the stars, You were the one they were shining for,
...
had me memorized from the second.
the verbal mysticism
you were equipped.
I knew it was a lesson...
The art of eternal skepticism...
You took the view of the world
and ripped it apart,
put it back together
and made a new start,
You were the greatest human, the gods ever gave a throat,
Your mind was on another level,
Book smart, street smart,
a mixture of both,
with the true feelings of the heart
Late nights, looking at the stars, You were the one they were shining for,
...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 3:23am
18th Apr 2012 3:23am
I feel (old work)
I feel like a king without his castle.
the million men strong gone
cause im tired of the hassle
of falsely looking at life from a million different angles
but still see a primitive perspective from the foretelling ancients
I feel like a
Patient patiently perhaps purposely prescribed paranoia Perfectly procrastinating popping prescription pain pill Percocet...pardon
I feel a relapse coming on...
Addicted to numbness so much im straining to feel nothing like the love from a family.
I feel like a Dragon breathing words instead of...
the million men strong gone
cause im tired of the hassle
of falsely looking at life from a million different angles
but still see a primitive perspective from the foretelling ancients
I feel like a
Patient patiently perhaps purposely prescribed paranoia Perfectly procrastinating popping prescription pain pill Percocet...pardon
I feel a relapse coming on...
Addicted to numbness so much im straining to feel nothing like the love from a family.
I feel like a Dragon breathing words instead of...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Apr 2012 9:34pm
17th Apr 2012 9:34pm
Dose
His polyrhythmic tick, to comprehend.
Only the gifted minds.
Could ever light the wick
Let alone hold a candle to his prolific
Art,
Thus convey a biblical, like mark
of poetic thoughts, just running amuk,
In touch or out of reach?
Brilliant or bust?
Guess the answer,
really, depends on us
Only the gifted minds.
Could ever light the wick
Let alone hold a candle to his prolific
Art,
Thus convey a biblical, like mark
of poetic thoughts, just running amuk,
In touch or out of reach?
Brilliant or bust?
Guess the answer,
really, depends on us
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 7:16pm
17th Apr 2012 7:16pm
Eye for an EYE
Its Eye for an eye,
and its truth be told,
he who has the deepest soul
will be followed by evil people.
Drowned by lies and
this whole fucking alter ego
Brick by brick
he builds up this unbelievable steeple
Shell shocked
and lost in his own medicine
fucked in public
and
lost all his innocence
common life downshifted,
perceived only evident
through the eyes of the uplifted,
that he was ever fucking gifted,
He took the bullet
over the lesson
now everyone's his greatest fan...
but...
and its truth be told,
he who has the deepest soul
will be followed by evil people.
Drowned by lies and
this whole fucking alter ego
Brick by brick
he builds up this unbelievable steeple
Shell shocked
and lost in his own medicine
fucked in public
and
lost all his innocence
common life downshifted,
perceived only evident
through the eyes of the uplifted,
that he was ever fucking gifted,
He took the bullet
over the lesson
now everyone's his greatest fan...
but...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 5:41am
17th Apr 2012 5:41am
Twisted Puppeteers
How many ways can there be, to say nothing at all,
Can Wisdom be blind?, or the person who doesn't grasp it as it falls.
Everyone is seeing history in black and white, or painted water colors
Not as something before the present,
Soon to be come the future, here comes another history lesson
...
We all know it repeats itself,
Doesn't take an historian or mortuary autopsy technician,
To tell you,...
The one fueling the patriot, for his or her country,
Is just a puppeteer with tangled strings,
Think before you speak,
Raise your guns and point...
Can Wisdom be blind?, or the person who doesn't grasp it as it falls.
Everyone is seeing history in black and white, or painted water colors
Not as something before the present,
Soon to be come the future, here comes another history lesson
...
We all know it repeats itself,
Doesn't take an historian or mortuary autopsy technician,
To tell you,...
The one fueling the patriot, for his or her country,
Is just a puppeteer with tangled strings,
Think before you speak,
Raise your guns and point...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 4:50am
17th Apr 2012 4:50am
When I met you
When i met you, I felt like,
i skydived my pain away in the ocean of better days,
but here i fell instead, to a chronological order of your calendar,
everyday, my heart hung., under my broken bones of wishes,
No matter how many tricks you can pull with loving bull shit kisses
... I'm reminded of all your other little hidden fishes...
in stream of make believe, you keep telling me is in my head,
wishing it would leave, but i know damn well your the bitter queen of deceit
"i was just a target balancing on the rim of love being real,
but you created...
i skydived my pain away in the ocean of better days,
but here i fell instead, to a chronological order of your calendar,
everyday, my heart hung., under my broken bones of wishes,
No matter how many tricks you can pull with loving bull shit kisses
... I'm reminded of all your other little hidden fishes...
in stream of make believe, you keep telling me is in my head,
wishing it would leave, but i know damn well your the bitter queen of deceit
"i was just a target balancing on the rim of love being real,
but you created...
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