Submissions by Kurdt94 (Mike K.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry's dead? I didn't get the memo...
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 3:22am
5th Sep 2013 3:22am
Sunny Suburbia
This tranquil fever
In sunny suburbia
Has secrets under the skin
Dad beats mom half dead
Since his father did the same
Mom drinks her whole weight in jack
Sis is a pure whore
Cuts across the flowing stream
Smoking, fucking with the preps
I’m a dirty bomb
Inching to the final crack
Straight to smithereens and on
Our exterior
Is the lie we feed you raw
You all eat it up, starving
In sunny suburbia
Has secrets under the skin
Dad beats mom half dead
Since his father did the same
Mom drinks her whole weight in jack
Sis is a pure whore
Cuts across the flowing stream
Smoking, fucking with the preps
I’m a dirty bomb
Inching to the final crack
Straight to smithereens and on
Our exterior
Is the lie we feed you raw
You all eat it up, starving
682 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Aug 2013 10:29pm
20th Aug 2013 10:29pm
The Battle Of Seattle
Some random junk I put together after listening to my favorite band(I bet you can guess who). It's rough, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
If I fuck you
Will I get closer to him?
Or are we all that mesmerized
With the voice, coming down the hill
Telling us the way to God?
No, it’s nothing like that
I just thought of thinking
And it pushed me decades back
To my fetus form, swimming
Knowing nothing of the truth
Jesus was a carpenter
Not some punk kid
I get the parallels
But he told me what I wanted to hear...
If I fuck you
Will I get closer to him?
Or are we all that mesmerized
With the voice, coming down the hill
Telling us the way to God?
No, it’s nothing like that
I just thought of thinking
And it pushed me decades back
To my fetus form, swimming
Knowing nothing of the truth
Jesus was a carpenter
Not some punk kid
I get the parallels
But he told me what I wanted to hear...
1039 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Aug 2013 10:13pm
20th Aug 2013 10:13pm
How To Be A Family Man
Lather up
Find a wench
Tie the noose
Build a house of cards
Grow some kids
Bask in the Americana
Snap out of it
Lose the wench
Cut the noose
Blow down the cards
Kill the weeds
Burn the Americana
Rinse and repeat
Find a wench
Tie the noose
Build a house of cards
Grow some kids
Bask in the Americana
Snap out of it
Lose the wench
Cut the noose
Blow down the cards
Kill the weeds
Burn the Americana
Rinse and repeat
722 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 00:34am
13th Aug 2013 00:34am
I Don't Know What To Call You
You pushed yourself out
And looked at me
As if I had all the answers
But I’ll always be speechless
Just as you’ll always be
Nameless
If you really wanted
You could crawl back in
And disappear
Just as I always
Hoped I could
And looked at me
As if I had all the answers
But I’ll always be speechless
Just as you’ll always be
Nameless
If you really wanted
You could crawl back in
And disappear
Just as I always
Hoped I could
782 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2013 4:30am
11th Aug 2013 4:30am
Down The Hatch
I wrote everything I could remember
Down to the bottom of her being
On a discarded piece of paper
Then I ate it raw, hoping to capture
A part of her in the pit of me
It never seems to work, though
Down to the bottom of her being
On a discarded piece of paper
Then I ate it raw, hoping to capture
A part of her in the pit of me
It never seems to work, though
780 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 10:26pm
19th Jul 2013 10:26pm
404
My electronic eyes
Humming and creaking
Can’t see the object
Of my temporary desire
Right in front of them
Then they grow red
Starting steaming like
It’s the 19th century
Overload with tears
That’s actually hot oil
And shut down
Page not found, my ass
Humming and creaking
Can’t see the object
Of my temporary desire
Right in front of them
Then they grow red
Starting steaming like
It’s the 19th century
Overload with tears
That’s actually hot oil
And shut down
Page not found, my ass
659 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 8:16pm
12th Jul 2013 8:16pm
The One
I need the one
Made of synthetic wires
To share kindred cells
So that perfect equilibrium
Can be achieved in
Flattened and folded time
But it’s all going south
The time is stretching and breaking
Flying across the board
I’m still a one-sided coin
Nonexistent on the other face
Every cell is a fading fast
Trickle of matter
The wires were cut
With rusty scissor fingers
You’re not the one
Made of synthetic wires
To share kindred cells
So that perfect equilibrium
Can be achieved in
Flattened and folded time
But it’s all going south
The time is stretching and breaking
Flying across the board
I’m still a one-sided coin
Nonexistent on the other face
Every cell is a fading fast
Trickle of matter
The wires were cut
With rusty scissor fingers
You’re not the one
597 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 9:33pm
7th Jul 2013 9:33pm
12:08
It was 12:08
Helios burned out
Selene crashed down
So I was stuck in the middle
And the moment never passed
I could feel the still matter
Observe each molecule
Playing freeze tag
You can still find me there
At 12:08, waiting for
Something to wait for
Helios burned out
Selene crashed down
So I was stuck in the middle
And the moment never passed
I could feel the still matter
Observe each molecule
Playing freeze tag
You can still find me there
At 12:08, waiting for
Something to wait for
599 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 9:25pm
7th Jul 2013 9:25pm
Folks
We’re turning into our parents
I already see it on your face
And you won’t admit it
But you’ve seen it on mine
For years now
A worry wart that won’t disappear
Just keeps calling and asking
If you’re still okay, still breathing
Do you have enough money, enough hope
Thinking of you ages me, darling
A manic depressive bag of hammers
With a heart of fallen leaves
That once perched high on tree branches
Full of color and vitality
But we all must decompose, son
A can of mixed nuts; stale, but satisfying
And we can’t...
I already see it on your face
And you won’t admit it
But you’ve seen it on mine
For years now
A worry wart that won’t disappear
Just keeps calling and asking
If you’re still okay, still breathing
Do you have enough money, enough hope
Thinking of you ages me, darling
A manic depressive bag of hammers
With a heart of fallen leaves
That once perched high on tree branches
Full of color and vitality
But we all must decompose, son
A can of mixed nuts; stale, but satisfying
And we can’t...
594 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2013 7:53pm
5th Jul 2013 7:53pm
My Memoir
I'll tell you when I'm done.
636 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2013 7:32pm
5th Jul 2013 7:32pm
5th Of July
Everyone calls me a communist
Sparring with the man
Ears still have no use
But at least the explosions
In the sky were from
The peacful war we fight
With ourselves
Everyone calls me Ishmael
And some years ago
Never mind how long precisely
I didn't need shit like this
And last night meant something more
Sparring with the man
Ears still have no use
But at least the explosions
In the sky were from
The peacful war we fight
With ourselves
Everyone calls me Ishmael
And some years ago
Never mind how long precisely
I didn't need shit like this
And last night meant something more
522 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 9:33pm
3rd Jul 2013 9:33pm
Greatest Creation
If anyone should ever ask
You were my greatest creation
A perfect figment, dancing
At the foot of my bed
Don’t worry, I can keep a secret
That distinct scent of cannabis
Imbedded on everything you touched
It was just someone else that stained
Another stain to make it better
Your lungs can’t fill with a house
Burning to its foundation again
The lighter on the table sucked
Its own fuel dry to stay warm
Every line of prose was my doing
Even though I don’t have the voice
To tell of my foster parents’ love
Or hatred; it’s...
You were my greatest creation
A perfect figment, dancing
At the foot of my bed
Don’t worry, I can keep a secret
That distinct scent of cannabis
Imbedded on everything you touched
It was just someone else that stained
Another stain to make it better
Your lungs can’t fill with a house
Burning to its foundation again
The lighter on the table sucked
Its own fuel dry to stay warm
Every line of prose was my doing
Even though I don’t have the voice
To tell of my foster parents’ love
Or hatred; it’s...
702 reads
3 Comments
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