Submissions by LeeMenke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm 20. i don't know a damned thing about the world. To call myself an experienced poet would be asinine and ignorant. I write free-verse or haiku.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 3:42am
16th Jan 2014 3:42am
Cereal Eating Clouds
Imma write my heart out tonight
its gonna be like a kite
flying in the sky
waving
like a hand, saying hi
dropping the spoon
cause buttaflies can't sigh
Crickets can picket though
silence!
Tell that to the system.
its gonna be like a kite
flying in the sky
waving
like a hand, saying hi
dropping the spoon
cause buttaflies can't sigh
Crickets can picket though
silence!
Tell that to the system.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 3:33am
16th Jan 2014 3:33am
Myself: Summed up.
With my hands I've built and broken.
With my mouth I've spit and spoken.
With my mouth I've spit and spoken.
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2013 4:44am
7th Oct 2013 4:44am
Taint and a pint of paint. Chimichangas please
Crash test dummy..that i am
clinging on a clam
Shut the fuck up....me, son of sam
Serial killer with a cause of peaceful corruption
seeping through your couch cushion
blop bloop,that isn't your blood...
your soup
crazed
lets play techno on a loop
lets drive crazy and go to hell
a tale you can't tell
my house, your cell
hadouken
your fuckin stupid
(This should't make no sense
a certain code, for old folk with bloody fishing poles)
clinging on a clam
Shut the fuck up....me, son of sam
Serial killer with a cause of peaceful corruption
seeping through your couch cushion
blop bloop,that isn't your blood...
your soup
crazed
lets play techno on a loop
lets drive crazy and go to hell
a tale you can't tell
my house, your cell
hadouken
your fuckin stupid
(This should't make no sense
a certain code, for old folk with bloody fishing poles)
529 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 1:35am
30th Sep 2013 1:35am
f**k The Rich
Fuck The Rich
I see the world
broken and torn
Why isnt the money riped up and burned
Why the fuck do rich people survive wars?
While the poor is watching jersey shore
confused
lied to
This is the life we live
Ignorant distrated bullshit
Us americans
I ask myself why the fuck do we fight?
Blood in the light
pussy tight on wall street tonight
money on trees
sold son to shoot up her knees
cause her fucking arms are too fucking diseased
Rich kids blaring wayne
while the poor sit there and complain
Life is rough...
I see the world
broken and torn
Why isnt the money riped up and burned
Why the fuck do rich people survive wars?
While the poor is watching jersey shore
confused
lied to
This is the life we live
Ignorant distrated bullshit
Us americans
I ask myself why the fuck do we fight?
Blood in the light
pussy tight on wall street tonight
money on trees
sold son to shoot up her knees
cause her fucking arms are too fucking diseased
Rich kids blaring wayne
while the poor sit there and complain
Life is rough...
544 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Jun 2013 5:20am
26th Jun 2013 5:20am
Don't Squander Life
Life is very precious. I guess that’s why people trample all over it. We humans have shit in one hand and gold in the other. We almost always pick the shit over the gold.
“Yea, I’ll I do that line of coke.”
“Hey bro, let’s go fuck them drunk chicks.”
“I’m going to let my kids be watched by strangers while I suck your dick for some meth”
That last one isn’t a hypothetical, it has happened, and happened and happened and it’s happening right now. Every evil you can imagine is happening right at this very moment in time. Good chance its happening right next door, or in...
“Yea, I’ll I do that line of coke.”
“Hey bro, let’s go fuck them drunk chicks.”
“I’m going to let my kids be watched by strangers while I suck your dick for some meth”
That last one isn’t a hypothetical, it has happened, and happened and happened and it’s happening right now. Every evil you can imagine is happening right at this very moment in time. Good chance its happening right next door, or in...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 2:16pm
27th Mar 2013 2:16pm
Sweet Cruelty
SWEET Cruelty, SWEET Cruelty leave me be
SWEET Cruelty, SWEET Cruelty let me be free
SWEET Cruelty, SWEET Cruelty how I'm addicted to my own misery.
My needle: Pain.
My drug: Pain.
My Drug pain.
MY DRUG: PAIN!
Vanity ohhh sweet sweet vanity, why have you stolen my sanity?
Why am I trapped?
What purpose is there?
A key?
A gun?
What is...a way out?
Truth?
Blissful lies told year after year?
State of mind
Grinded bones
Tireless nights
Days do not exist.
Stability, pure bullshit.
Death, a reality but a...
SWEET Cruelty, SWEET Cruelty let me be free
SWEET Cruelty, SWEET Cruelty how I'm addicted to my own misery.
My needle: Pain.
My drug: Pain.
My Drug pain.
MY DRUG: PAIN!
Vanity ohhh sweet sweet vanity, why have you stolen my sanity?
Why am I trapped?
What purpose is there?
A key?
A gun?
What is...a way out?
Truth?
Blissful lies told year after year?
State of mind
Grinded bones
Tireless nights
Days do not exist.
Stability, pure bullshit.
Death, a reality but a...
587 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 1:57am
26th Feb 2013 1:57am
Blind Vulture
Everyone chases things they can't catch,
quit chasing
The soul searcher being your own vulture
circling the circle of life
killing yourself one breath at a time
Worshiping yourself at a broken shrine
your own God
hating yourself
a facade so odd
glued on masks
crying
screaming
clawing at your plastic face
trying to escape
the trap you put in place
The devil is there
staring at you in the mirror
quit chasing
The soul searcher being your own vulture
circling the circle of life
killing yourself one breath at a time
Worshiping yourself at a broken shrine
your own God
hating yourself
a facade so odd
glued on masks
crying
screaming
clawing at your plastic face
trying to escape
the trap you put in place
The devil is there
staring at you in the mirror
639 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 00:41am
1st Dec 2012 00:41am
Thats about it
You say you don't care
yet you breath in stale air
gasping for life
saying "fuck the world"
Depressed and shit
shut the fuck up
suck it up
and live
We die more times then once
don't waste your life
on half truths
and bullet holes
yet you breath in stale air
gasping for life
saying "fuck the world"
Depressed and shit
shut the fuck up
suck it up
and live
We die more times then once
don't waste your life
on half truths
and bullet holes
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 8:26pm
30th Nov 2012 8:26pm
What happend?
Lies told year after year
"who am I?"
you ask the mirror
"i am you"
it answers
you step back
amazed
a walking shell of a man
going crazy
Stand up
look at your past
see your mistakes
"what should have"
becomes "what could have"
choices were made.
quit chasing shadows
be you
die you
living through others
brought destruction
in your life
for once
do something
right
"who am I?"
you ask the mirror
"i am you"
it answers
you step back
amazed
a walking shell of a man
going crazy
Stand up
look at your past
see your mistakes
"what should have"
becomes "what could have"
choices were made.
quit chasing shadows
be you
die you
living through others
brought destruction
in your life
for once
do something
right
516 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 2:48am
27th Oct 2012 2:48am
God Hates The World
"God Hates The World"
A 5 year old sings...
Indoctrination
in her mind it rings
How i do not blame her
with water in my eye
God hates this world
buts loves the people
and yet so much decay
what is truth
i haven't found out yet
still searching...
A 5 year old sings...
Indoctrination
in her mind it rings
How i do not blame her
with water in my eye
God hates this world
buts loves the people
and yet so much decay
what is truth
i haven't found out yet
still searching...
680 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 2:45am
27th Oct 2012 2:45am
Deprivation? is that the word?
Deprivation? is that the word?
i think... i think... that i think
so scattered
20 hours in counting and i still can't sleep
my body cannot keep up
my mind fast
my eyes red
I have no skeleton
i am a meat sack
Stick Bugs and whiskey
A fair carnival in town
death is my real friend
"Haiku is easy
This fucking simple look down
Right Huh? 5 7 5"
straight think cant I tnac kniht thgiarts
Damn
...
i think... i think... that i think
so scattered
20 hours in counting and i still can't sleep
my body cannot keep up
my mind fast
my eyes red
I have no skeleton
i am a meat sack
Stick Bugs and whiskey
A fair carnival in town
death is my real friend
"Haiku is easy
This fucking simple look down
Right Huh? 5 7 5"
straight think cant I tnac kniht thgiarts
Damn
...
546 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 4:45am
25th Oct 2012 4:45am
We are Poets!
our vein the pen
our mirror the paper
A blood spattered dream
to make persephone's come to life
into the Greek gods they truly are
simplistic abstract art into ones heart
complicated dreams a reality
making sense to the dumb
bringing feeling to the numb
our job as poets is to bring life to a dead world
filled with depravity in an never-ending void
to bring balance as a challenge
imagination our invocation
we will provoke the mad
we will soothe the sick
We...
our mirror the paper
A blood spattered dream
to make persephone's come to life
into the Greek gods they truly are
simplistic abstract art into ones heart
complicated dreams a reality
making sense to the dumb
bringing feeling to the numb
our job as poets is to bring life to a dead world
filled with depravity in an never-ending void
to bring balance as a challenge
imagination our invocation
we will provoke the mad
we will soothe the sick
We...
519 reads
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