Submissions by M-DiStefano
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2014 8:59pm
8th Apr 2014 8:59pm
How far, How fast.
I shake even though I’m not sick
Already I can feel the needle
The glory of it all
Still I’m here waiting
O’ the waiting is enough to kill
Yet I have something stronger more beautiful something that can bring me to a state of euphoria the dope
Never
Ever could
Not the sex but the smell
To run my fingers through her hair ‘
And
Breathe
Feeling the skin
Fingers entwined
And the smile so real
But shes gone and the dopes still here
Still my friend
...
Already I can feel the needle
The glory of it all
Still I’m here waiting
O’ the waiting is enough to kill
Yet I have something stronger more beautiful something that can bring me to a state of euphoria the dope
Never
Ever could
Not the sex but the smell
To run my fingers through her hair ‘
And
Breathe
Feeling the skin
Fingers entwined
And the smile so real
But shes gone and the dopes still here
Still my friend
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2014 8:37pm
8th Apr 2014 8:37pm
Post Modernist Recycling
Shooting and smoking,
Just plain feeling good
Been talking to a beautiful girl
And she’s been talking back
New Years not off to a bad start after all.
Still no job and no car
Well
At least I’m high which is more then I can say for some
Walking around like zombies for no good reason at all
No weed
No dope
No poppers
Why are they dragging their feet
Who am I to judge sticking needles in my godforsaken arm
Someday its just going to fall off
used as a prop in some sort pornographic movie with...
Just plain feeling good
Been talking to a beautiful girl
And she’s been talking back
New Years not off to a bad start after all.
Still no job and no car
Well
At least I’m high which is more then I can say for some
Walking around like zombies for no good reason at all
No weed
No dope
No poppers
Why are they dragging their feet
Who am I to judge sticking needles in my godforsaken arm
Someday its just going to fall off
used as a prop in some sort pornographic movie with...
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 8:18pm
1st Apr 2013 8:18pm
Slice of Life
Got Something Brand New For Ya’ Baby
Or just the same old shit
Called the blues
That feeling in your stomach when you wake up
Like your balls’ve been kicked up into it
The only way to cure it
A shot to the arm
Or
Face
Fuck all the ways you got here
Just wondering
What’s NEXT?
Find a lonely bottle
A lonelier woman
With scars on her wrist
Call it all a life
Or suicide
The...
Or just the same old shit
Called the blues
That feeling in your stomach when you wake up
Like your balls’ve been kicked up into it
The only way to cure it
A shot to the arm
Or
Face
Fuck all the ways you got here
Just wondering
What’s NEXT?
Find a lonely bottle
A lonelier woman
With scars on her wrist
Call it all a life
Or suicide
The...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 8:14pm
1st Apr 2013 8:14pm
The Setting Sun
Count Change for a pack of cigarettes I don’t need
Surviving on pills and booze
Wanting a woman I can’t have
I read the paper and know we’re all going to hell
And all I am is alone
Watching the world spin into oblivion
so this is life
Eat the shit we’re given
Swallow
Or
Choke to death
Chew and Chew and Chew
Smoke another cigarette
Knowing what cancer is
The fact is I don’t care
How can I when a woman beats her husband
With the body four week old son
I watch the dog as she...
Surviving on pills and booze
Wanting a woman I can’t have
I read the paper and know we’re all going to hell
And all I am is alone
Watching the world spin into oblivion
so this is life
Eat the shit we’re given
Swallow
Or
Choke to death
Chew and Chew and Chew
Smoke another cigarette
Knowing what cancer is
The fact is I don’t care
How can I when a woman beats her husband
With the body four week old son
I watch the dog as she...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 3:05am
1st Apr 2013 3:05am
Life #2
Red wine and cigarettes
Pills and booze
Women
Vices I can’t control
I am a slave to them all
Love and hate at its purest
Confusion
At the least
Drunk but still drinking
Not because I have to
Because I want to
Suicide
One step at a time
Slow and steady
wins the race
Pills and booze
Women
Vices I can’t control
I am a slave to them all
Love and hate at its purest
Confusion
At the least
Drunk but still drinking
Not because I have to
Because I want to
Suicide
One step at a time
Slow and steady
wins the race
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 3:00am
1st Apr 2013 3:00am
The Pain Behind My Eyeball...
She asks me how I write?
You need more life in your work
She’s kind enough to tell me.
Oh, no
I’ll have none of that
Life,
That’s one horse I’m not betting on.
Too much trouble already
With the booze,
Pills,
Powders,
Smoke,
And of course
The women.
This is one writer who doesn’t need
To see it all.
She goes on
Between
The smokes,
The powder,
The booze.
Life?
On and on and on.
She’s going places.
I just hope the first stop is my bed
Or at least that...
You need more life in your work
She’s kind enough to tell me.
Oh, no
I’ll have none of that
Life,
That’s one horse I’m not betting on.
Too much trouble already
With the booze,
Pills,
Powders,
Smoke,
And of course
The women.
This is one writer who doesn’t need
To see it all.
She goes on
Between
The smokes,
The powder,
The booze.
Life?
On and on and on.
She’s going places.
I just hope the first stop is my bed
Or at least that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 6:14pm
31st Mar 2013 6:14pm
I Want....
I want to write a happy poem
A poem
Without corpses
Without the needles
A poem with no past
Only the sun shining
The birds
Doing what birds will do
With no guns
Or hate
A poem
Without the truth
A truly
Happy poem
A poem
Without corpses
Without the needles
A poem with no past
Only the sun shining
The birds
Doing what birds will do
With no guns
Or hate
A poem
Without the truth
A truly
Happy poem
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 6:12pm
31st Mar 2013 6:12pm
Corners
High heels and lipstick
The eagerness of a woman with too much to drink
I watch from the corner
As her gloved hand is led up the stairs
By a remarkable young man, beautiful really
I can only imagine the sounds of their lovemaking
The passion involved
It wasn’t until the next morning
When the blood smeared walls were all that was left
That I understood
How passionate
They really were
The eagerness of a woman with too much to drink
I watch from the corner
As her gloved hand is led up the stairs
By a remarkable young man, beautiful really
I can only imagine the sounds of their lovemaking
The passion involved
It wasn’t until the next morning
When the blood smeared walls were all that was left
That I understood
How passionate
They really were
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2013 5:16pm
30th Mar 2013 5:16pm
The Beautiful
Lulled into the calmest waters
Drowning in search
Of the American Dream
The alabaster arm
The contrast of blood against it
The way the breathing calms
Cigarette burns of a thousand nods
Not once the thought of fire
Souls
Trapped in cages
Released an hour a day
The sun hurting eyes
Our parents grew up with the bomb
Well
Our bombs bigger
The annihilation generation
I can taste the Legacy
As it burns my throat
...
Drowning in search
Of the American Dream
The alabaster arm
The contrast of blood against it
The way the breathing calms
Cigarette burns of a thousand nods
Not once the thought of fire
Souls
Trapped in cages
Released an hour a day
The sun hurting eyes
Our parents grew up with the bomb
Well
Our bombs bigger
The annihilation generation
I can taste the Legacy
As it burns my throat
...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 00:23am
15th Nov 2012 00:23am
An American Scream
I too, have seen the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by madness.
Feral giants locked in cages,
For simply living on that blood stained ground,
Filled with the junkies, whores, Madonnas and poets
Fucking because if feels good
I’ve shook the bars
And lost my mind
Gnawed at the spines of my enemies and friends,
Lived on the bones of the past
Soared so high
To fall so far
Just to end up here
Surrounded by the filth of a generation lost and scared
Crawling on glass to a God they don’t know ...
Feral giants locked in cages,
For simply living on that blood stained ground,
Filled with the junkies, whores, Madonnas and poets
Fucking because if feels good
I’ve shook the bars
And lost my mind
Gnawed at the spines of my enemies and friends,
Lived on the bones of the past
Soared so high
To fall so far
Just to end up here
Surrounded by the filth of a generation lost and scared
Crawling on glass to a God they don’t know ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 00:20am
15th Nov 2012 00:20am
A Mistress
Swollen glands and cigarettes
The all to familiar
Junky itch
I rub the scars above my war torn veins
Remembering the battles
With that most beautiful, mistress
Who no matter how many times I push her away
Always, she welcomes me back
With open arms
And the promise that this time, will be different
How I long
To believe it
Maybe this time
No jail
Or,
Sickness
No, not if I only visit
Once in awhile
But man this chick is good
...
The all to familiar
Junky itch
I rub the scars above my war torn veins
Remembering the battles
With that most beautiful, mistress
Who no matter how many times I push her away
Always, she welcomes me back
With open arms
And the promise that this time, will be different
How I long
To believe it
Maybe this time
No jail
Or,
Sickness
No, not if I only visit
Once in awhile
But man this chick is good
...
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