Submissions by Loafer (Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A misanthropic poet-writer.
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 7:43am
5th Mar 2020 7:43am
Like Bukowski
I'm a new person
when drunk.
It's all right,
I can relate and
make them happy,
as if I were
one of
them.
when drunk.
It's all right,
I can relate and
make them happy,
as if I were
one of
them.
#alcohol
#confessional
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 00:05am
28th Feb 2015 00:05am
Don’t Give Them What They Want
Wine,
beer,
alcohol,
whatever you call it,
never fails my muse.
No matter what these
poor souls
deduce,
oh, Jesus,
they just don’t have
the claws!
beer,
alcohol,
whatever you call it,
never fails my muse.
No matter what these
poor souls
deduce,
oh, Jesus,
they just don’t have
the claws!
846 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2015 7:50am
5th Feb 2015 7:50am
In the Wilderness
In the wilderness
I was following a path
full of footprints.
Suddenly there was a downpour
and it washed them all away . . .
I had to follow my nose.
I was following a path
full of footprints.
Suddenly there was a downpour
and it washed them all away . . .
I had to follow my nose.
653 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 7:27am
10th Sep 2013 7:27am
Me
They laugh at me—
they think I’m crazy.
I laugh at them—I think
they’re cretins.
They talk about parties,
sex, food—oh, there’s too much food
in their stories, son of a bitch!
What is worse, they, too, talk
about books they have never read
and writers they’ll never comprehend,
as if they have some inspiring,
exciting truths to tell—well,
they bore me to death,
son of a bitch.
I, a poet (in his own right),
should be glad I’m not
one of them.
they think I’m crazy.
I laugh at them—I think
they’re cretins.
They talk about parties,
sex, food—oh, there’s too much food
in their stories, son of a bitch!
What is worse, they, too, talk
about books they have never read
and writers they’ll never comprehend,
as if they have some inspiring,
exciting truths to tell—well,
they bore me to death,
son of a bitch.
I, a poet (in his own right),
should be glad I’m not
one of them.
895 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Sep 2013 2:53am
7th Sep 2013 2:53am
How Do I f**k
She on top
instead of me,
this to delay
premature ejaculation,
it's better that way,
she satisfied--saying
she loves me--and
me having a sense of
accomplishment, and
that's all that matters.
instead of me,
this to delay
premature ejaculation,
it's better that way,
she satisfied--saying
she loves me--and
me having a sense of
accomplishment, and
that's all that matters.
929 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 11:07pm
31st Aug 2013 11:07pm
Wind
Blowing wind, I hear you
calling my name and I
don’t mind if it’s only
my imagination or
hallucination.
calling my name and I
don’t mind if it’s only
my imagination or
hallucination.
788 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 6:27am
31st Aug 2013 6:27am
The Way of the Drunks
Aimless conversations, some whiskey
or brandy if you want,
cigarettes, and more drumsticks–-
at 4 a.m. the drunks
can no longer stand…
Still they want some more.
or brandy if you want,
cigarettes, and more drumsticks–-
at 4 a.m. the drunks
can no longer stand…
Still they want some more.
764 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 6:22am
31st Aug 2013 6:22am
An Artist Asking Questions
Will I write a poem
that is not a poem at all?
Will I compose a song
that is not a song at all?
How long will it take
before a poem
becomes nonpoetic
and a song
nonmusic?
that is not a poem at all?
Will I compose a song
that is not a song at all?
How long will it take
before a poem
becomes nonpoetic
and a song
nonmusic?
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 8:26am
30th Aug 2013 8:26am
Is This a Poem?
I'm not interested
in other people.
They are either
hypocrite or
stupid. That is blunt...
this is not poetry either.
Poetry doesn't change anything.
It's only for the stupid lovers
and sleepy dreamers who
only care about their rhymes and meters
and metaphors and hypocrisies. I don't care
about other people and their poetry,
much less what they think
of me--they know nothing.
If this is not a poem
or if this is a shit,
I don't mind. I am responsible
for it...
in other people.
They are either
hypocrite or
stupid. That is blunt...
this is not poetry either.
Poetry doesn't change anything.
It's only for the stupid lovers
and sleepy dreamers who
only care about their rhymes and meters
and metaphors and hypocrisies. I don't care
about other people and their poetry,
much less what they think
of me--they know nothing.
If this is not a poem
or if this is a shit,
I don't mind. I am responsible
for it...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 6:51am
17th Aug 2013 6:51am
Nothing Else
Drug is genius.
Cigarette is genius.
Coffee is genius.
Alcohol is genius.
If you are a genius,
you take one or all of these.
There's nothing else.
Cigarette is genius.
Coffee is genius.
Alcohol is genius.
If you are a genius,
you take one or all of these.
There's nothing else.
778 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 11:00pm
9th Aug 2013 11:00pm
The Big Difference
The idiot says, "I know, I know."
Then he thinks of nothing--he'll never be
crazy that way.
The intelligent one, on the other hand,
says he knows nothing,
then resumes his thinking, cracking
his curious brain.
Then he thinks of nothing--he'll never be
crazy that way.
The intelligent one, on the other hand,
says he knows nothing,
then resumes his thinking, cracking
his curious brain.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2013 00:38am
11th Jul 2013 00:38am
Lovers Once Again
I will love you once again
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,
We have nothing but sleepy eyes.
You, lovely rose, stinging my blood,
Let’s do it again when I gain strength--
Over and over, I can’t do anything.
I’m addicted to your thorns.
I will love you until
I am skin and bones . . .
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,
We have nothing but sleepy eyes.
You, lovely rose, stinging my blood,
Let’s do it again when I gain strength--
Over and over, I can’t do anything.
I’m addicted to your thorns.
I will love you until
I am skin and bones . . .
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