Submissions by Neoma
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 2:08am
17th Apr 2023 2:08am
Untitled
Duplicate bug
My version of the past
We all have our fish
I spits out fun happy Tom, Mineral absorption
Moral
Dogs, Milk, Skin care tip rotation
And the
Behind the scenes with
My boyfriend and
All That.
Puree of Universal Spider
Kitchen Mythos, Oedipus and Akhenaten, ...
My version of the past
We all have our fish
I spits out fun happy Tom, Mineral absorption
Moral
Dogs, Milk, Skin care tip rotation
And the
Behind the scenes with
My boyfriend and
All That.
Puree of Universal Spider
Kitchen Mythos, Oedipus and Akhenaten, ...
102 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2023 2:11am
11th Mar 2023 2:11am
To say that a book speaks
I am only half of me
I meditate with my eyes open, Wide I
like to say I pray. Dreams
In the daydream of self-intervention between
intervals of time and
passages It is like living in a favorite book
Streams of invent Whole. Ranges and circles of
self Witnessing as if
Such did not exist
Prosably. Whatever say. Who cares?
Pretending? I am always...
I meditate with my eyes open, Wide I
like to say I pray. Dreams
In the daydream of self-intervention between
intervals of time and
passages It is like living in a favorite book
Streams of invent Whole. Ranges and circles of
self Witnessing as if
Such did not exist
Prosably. Whatever say. Who cares?
Pretending? I am always...
150 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2023 10:18pm
21st Feb 2023 10:18pm
becaUsee.
Let no thought lie to ruin,
Let nothing go to wrack
Pretty Thing—When you've had all of the retarded
beat out of you at an early age and it takes a long
time to relearn how to be spectrum in the light
again instead of just a damaged thing
In the Aymara language:
On the clipboard are the lyrics to the Crimsin song
It's 12:3.
▲ DeepUndergroundPoetry.com
It is 5.5.
1. 1. is.
5G 59. 1999 f
Menu
Good...
Let nothing go to wrack
Pretty Thing—When you've had all of the retarded
beat out of you at an early age and it takes a long
time to relearn how to be spectrum in the light
again instead of just a damaged thing
In the Aymara language:
On the clipboard are the lyrics to the Crimsin song
It's 12:3.
▲ DeepUndergroundPoetry.com
It is 5.5.
1. 1. is.
5G 59. 1999 f
Menu
Good...
125 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2023 00:18am
21st Feb 2023 00:18am
4/30/23
Once, some little time ago, perusing the Wycliffe
Bible, I ran a portion of Genesis (in middle-english)
through a translation engine, and this was part of
the result:
:
:
:
Darkness was on the mouth of the notebook but
the Spirit of God was upon the waters and God
said, ‘Light Be Made,’ and Light was made, and
God said, ‘It is Good.’
In the same google .docs file, was the below, also
a result of translation engine on text, written by
myself, I...
Bible, I ran a portion of Genesis (in middle-english)
through a translation engine, and this was part of
the result:
:
:
:
Darkness was on the mouth of the notebook but
the Spirit of God was upon the waters and God
said, ‘Light Be Made,’ and Light was made, and
God said, ‘It is Good.’
In the same google .docs file, was the below, also
a result of translation engine on text, written by
myself, I...
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0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2022 7:32pm
1st Aug 2022 7:32pm
Technical Vocabularies / Games For May
On borders where I end, and (spellcheck) imagined versions of them or magical equivalents of Einstein’s General or a name is just a name in a falling star, a trail that lingers their story or what they say In the sky around themselves—nothing precludes conversations with spirits or the animals, cognition based only partially on differentiation. All intrinsically involved with magic’s very substance On borders where I end, and politics, and boring mundanity and pleasure I move slow, grasping in my fingers. On satin moonlit shoreline maps, continents of you laws of cognition. For example....
#spiritual
297 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2022 1:24pm
21st Jun 2022 1:24pm
I was really
a visual poem
#confusion
244 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2022 5:48pm
8th Mar 2022 5:48pm
River of Consciousness
Please listen – you is a fucked up thing – now I fill the dose directly no language then. Neither for irritability, All things are possible. Write something in order to feel. But for all those years, confused. A better self to exist I am mine even when I was not I take it. I'm sorry, I, a refugee, and as the lights shine you lives on and on in this. Meanwhile l, the first time, again. What is it to understand myself and others? Okay or perhaps not or perhaps in a coma? You know it to this line, everytime. I felt like less worse. And besides, maybe you are. I felt like, I'm very tiny. Broken...
273 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2021 2:51am
16th Nov 2021 2:51am
River of consciousness, part two.
Your heart? It should be wherever beginning, knowing that your spirit is heart, (my heart!) and none else at all. I'm not terribly good sometimes. Oh, Oh, but that's Ok. Trauma. You know, this is a miracle fairie tale. Have to know, what of my waking up. How long had you To be Now In pursuit of feel a sense of worth. Smile today. She told me what, and or what is needed to be. Pretending to be Emily Dickinson that's fucked up the duck said. To know the dose And then I never didn't. Hush now It's a compounded truth serum. You have to only bother everyone. Oh, because you might. In the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2021 8:17pm
27th Mar 2021 8:17pm
To: People
#love
291 reads
1 Comment
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