Submissions by Nemecio (Juan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2010 11:38pm
7th Oct 2010 11:38pm
Catch Me If You Can
I feel like a giant. I can see the world from here
What are you feeling? I'm guessing it's fear
Did you think I'd be scared so far from the ground?
I can see an audience forming all around
Let's take that first step and descend into eternal fire
I apologize to you for never hearing an angelic choire
There's wind in my ears and I can't hear what you scream
As you point to your stomach I begin to understand it seams
I'm sorry, I am. I should have never let go
My apology means nothing as I fall to the concrete sea below
What are you feeling? I'm guessing it's fear
Did you think I'd be scared so far from the ground?
I can see an audience forming all around
Let's take that first step and descend into eternal fire
I apologize to you for never hearing an angelic choire
There's wind in my ears and I can't hear what you scream
As you point to your stomach I begin to understand it seams
I'm sorry, I am. I should have never let go
My apology means nothing as I fall to the concrete sea below
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Jul 2010 9:32pm
9th Jul 2010 9:32pm
Empty Headed
Let's get stoned and take a few shots
Who cares if our organs start to rot?
Drink all night and smoke all day
I mean really...is there any other way?
One hit, two hit, three hit, four
Take a shot and another hit more
We're gonna die young and we'll be middle aged
Be we won't feel it because we'll be so blazed
Who cares if our organs start to rot?
Drink all night and smoke all day
I mean really...is there any other way?
One hit, two hit, three hit, four
Take a shot and another hit more
We're gonna die young and we'll be middle aged
Be we won't feel it because we'll be so blazed
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2010 11:23pm
14th Jun 2010 11:23pm
It'd Be Nice To Know
Have you ever wondered what vampires are doing when they're not hunting?
I have.
Have you ever heard of a vegetarian werewolf?
Yeah, me neither
Have you ever thought that dragons sometimes play games of tag with fireballs?
Why not?
Have you ever considered that some leprechauns keep there gold in banks not pots?
It's a possibility.
Has it ever occured to you that the troll under the bridge just might be homeless?
Probably not.
What are the answers the these?
I have.
Have you ever heard of a vegetarian werewolf?
Yeah, me neither
Have you ever thought that dragons sometimes play games of tag with fireballs?
Why not?
Have you ever considered that some leprechauns keep there gold in banks not pots?
It's a possibility.
Has it ever occured to you that the troll under the bridge just might be homeless?
Probably not.
What are the answers the these?
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Jun 2010 11:53pm
8th Jun 2010 11:53pm
Final Thoughts
I stared into his velvet red eyes, he stared back. Breathing heavily I could hardly stand. I dared not blink, knowing he would take advantage of the moment I faltered in the slightest. There was no possibility of both of our survivals. Either he falls or I do. Mustering all of my remaining strength I ran headlong into chest. Hardly moving him I realized my last effort at surviving was in vain.
Death. Death was upon me. I knew I would soon be dead. I waited, almost welcomed the opportunity to leave my worldly body. I had no breath in my lungs, I was holding on to the man I hated with...
Death. Death was upon me. I knew I would soon be dead. I waited, almost welcomed the opportunity to leave my worldly body. I had no breath in my lungs, I was holding on to the man I hated with...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2010 11:30pm
8th Jun 2010 11:30pm
Escaping is Simple
I've learned that a xanax martini
is so refreshing after a life of misery,
not to mention hate.
Weed? Why would you?
Especially when there are needles a plenty.
Will you help me die?
A razor is not just for shaving...
It is also a comforting friend.
Good-bye dear friend. Hello release.
is so refreshing after a life of misery,
not to mention hate.
Weed? Why would you?
Especially when there are needles a plenty.
Will you help me die?
A razor is not just for shaving...
It is also a comforting friend.
Good-bye dear friend. Hello release.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2010 00:13am
21st May 2010 00:13am
You've Got A Friend
I don't think it matters if you grew up a loser like me
Death is always glad to see you and to set you free
Did I say 'set you free?' I meant kidnap you from life
If death does come, it'll hardly leave without strife
I used to hope for death and wish I could leave
But Death came for my family, which I still don't believe
I hated solitude but now it's quite soothing
I've learned to roll with the punches and to keep moving
So I say unto you, and I say it loud and clear
There's plenty of hope since I'm still here
Death is always glad to see you and to set you free
Did I say 'set you free?' I meant kidnap you from life
If death does come, it'll hardly leave without strife
I used to hope for death and wish I could leave
But Death came for my family, which I still don't believe
I hated solitude but now it's quite soothing
I've learned to roll with the punches and to keep moving
So I say unto you, and I say it loud and clear
There's plenty of hope since I'm still here
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