Submissions by Naajir
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just for the joy of pushin that pen..wherever it goes
without a trace
it was as if
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought
....
and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the nostalgia of family
takes center stage
with joyful ruminations
of gatherings past
....
so thankful for our blessings
as the many of us
are soon to join in prayer
over extravagant banquets
with the Lord in our thoughts
and love in our souls...
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought
....
and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the nostalgia of family
takes center stage
with joyful ruminations
of gatherings past
....
so thankful for our blessings
as the many of us
are soon to join in prayer
over extravagant banquets
with the Lord in our thoughts
and love in our souls...
965 reads
3 Comments
Stalker
i see you
and even when i can’t
still i sense you
there
on that same non-distinct corner
lurking
...working your way
closer...
....
i shine my light on you
but still can’t get a clear picture
...
nevertheless
i KNOW you
from my travels
and so you feel
i owe you
...
a taste of my
......................
humanity
a succulent dish
maybe you assume
.....
...
and even when i can’t
still i sense you
there
on that same non-distinct corner
lurking
...working your way
closer...
....
i shine my light on you
but still can’t get a clear picture
...
nevertheless
i KNOW you
from my travels
and so you feel
i owe you
...
a taste of my
......................
humanity
a succulent dish
maybe you assume
.....
...
1185 reads
6 Comments
My Pusher
she pushed ink like
a crack dealer
my number one smack dealer
my soul's healer
my mind stealer
the heroine of my heart
shootin heroin straight into my veins
main line
takin the red eye
straight to my third eye
swellin my main vine
thick n full
she push n pulls...
erections
emotions...
ink spots irises
all i see is
beautiful black lotion
the most sensual poem-a-therapy
like Calgon
she takes me away..... ...
a crack dealer
my number one smack dealer
my soul's healer
my mind stealer
the heroine of my heart
shootin heroin straight into my veins
main line
takin the red eye
straight to my third eye
swellin my main vine
thick n full
she push n pulls...
erections
emotions...
ink spots irises
all i see is
beautiful black lotion
the most sensual poem-a-therapy
like Calgon
she takes me away..... ...
1765 reads
9 Comments
f**k The Norm
I write this piece in protest to those who
Suggest that I tune into the local
Programming and live a life that's
Considered routine and formal
Worship a manufactured god,bleed me
Through taxes,retire me at sixty somethin
And sit back and wait to die is what
They claim as being normal
Nah baby...no yellow brick road for me
'cause I'm steppin off into the forbidden
Forest and I'm gonna spark n blaze my
Own trail
Illuminate my own path with the fire of
My uncanny desires which pour from a
Place I store deep...
Suggest that I tune into the local
Programming and live a life that's
Considered routine and formal
Worship a manufactured god,bleed me
Through taxes,retire me at sixty somethin
And sit back and wait to die is what
They claim as being normal
Nah baby...no yellow brick road for me
'cause I'm steppin off into the forbidden
Forest and I'm gonna spark n blaze my
Own trail
Illuminate my own path with the fire of
My uncanny desires which pour from a
Place I store deep...
1241 reads
23 Comments
U R You-niquely U
You picked up the pen...and there you
Decided that you and only you would
Tell the tale of you...
Yes....you have read books...
Many many books...
But you knew then....
Knew how to read books
What they were intended for...originally
Inspiration...
They were never meant to serve as blueprints
To be followed to a T...
Unthinkingly
Copied to..perfection...
Plagiarized...
No...
That would be the same as copying
Someone's Soul..
In a manner of speaking...
You instead chose to express...
Decided that you and only you would
Tell the tale of you...
Yes....you have read books...
Many many books...
But you knew then....
Knew how to read books
What they were intended for...originally
Inspiration...
They were never meant to serve as blueprints
To be followed to a T...
Unthinkingly
Copied to..perfection...
Plagiarized...
No...
That would be the same as copying
Someone's Soul..
In a manner of speaking...
You instead chose to express...
1494 reads
29 Comments
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