Submissions by Overthought
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
'Sister, I'm not much a poet but a criminal.'
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 11:42pm
5th Mar 2017 11:42pm
Getting Creative
70 cups of Joe
6 Liters of H2O
400 bananas in a single downing 20 pans of pot brownies
2 cherries (plus the pits)
85 bars of Hershey's finest
Whatever you choose,
please make it unique to you.
6 Liters of H2O
400 bananas in a single downing 20 pans of pot brownies
2 cherries (plus the pits)
85 bars of Hershey's finest
Whatever you choose,
please make it unique to you.
461 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 11:41pm
5th Mar 2017 11:41pm
A 2 Obseves A 10
I think I'm an artist
...but she can recreate
the Mona Lisa
by spitting on a blank page.
...but she can recreate
the Mona Lisa
by spitting on a blank page.
482 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2017 1:10am
15th Feb 2017 1:10am
Date Night
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Let's ride off a cliff
on a bike built for two.
Violets are blue
Let's ride off a cliff
on a bike built for two.
593 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 9:05pm
11th Feb 2017 9:05pm
Oscar
What lies on the surface,
lies the most.
While what lies below
remains under oath.
lies the most.
While what lies below
remains under oath.
489 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 8:31pm
11th Feb 2017 8:31pm
Autopatriotic Asphyxiation (A Tale of Masternation)
A sacred piece of polyester
subtlety slapped around the neck.
Set the tension just so.
Tight enough to bring about a high
while jacking off
to black and white stills
of Marine Le Pen.
Climax and the crescendo
of a classic hymn
cued up in the background
combine and culminate
in the kind of completely
self indulgent,
self destructive,
ecstasy normally reserved for kings.
Repeating every time
boredom comes around.
A little note on the kitchen
counter just in case
the gratitude is delayed, ...
subtlety slapped around the neck.
Set the tension just so.
Tight enough to bring about a high
while jacking off
to black and white stills
of Marine Le Pen.
Climax and the crescendo
of a classic hymn
cued up in the background
combine and culminate
in the kind of completely
self indulgent,
self destructive,
ecstasy normally reserved for kings.
Repeating every time
boredom comes around.
A little note on the kitchen
counter just in case
the gratitude is delayed, ...
469 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Feb 2017 2:23am
6th Feb 2017 2:23am
Ohm On The Flag
Shit, I'm pissed
but
I'm a pacifist and a poet
so in these times
I suggest we get
metaphorically violent.
God damn it!
I want a riot of the mind, People!
I want to see some
aggressive intelligence out there.
Just the most viscous set of data and stat keeping that makes sure that everywhere the ignorant
or the slick liars step is a badland.
Come on!
Let's start trading blows
with the easy excuses.
Throwing elbows to
"It doesn't affect you."
Uppercuts and cheap shots
aimed at the back...
but
I'm a pacifist and a poet
so in these times
I suggest we get
metaphorically violent.
God damn it!
I want a riot of the mind, People!
I want to see some
aggressive intelligence out there.
Just the most viscous set of data and stat keeping that makes sure that everywhere the ignorant
or the slick liars step is a badland.
Come on!
Let's start trading blows
with the easy excuses.
Throwing elbows to
"It doesn't affect you."
Uppercuts and cheap shots
aimed at the back...
564 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2017 6:09pm
5th Feb 2017 6:09pm
Forgetting Corinth
We ate, drank, and partook of life.
But when the Lord
picked out our names
and perched them on his holy
lips next to recite,
we figured that it most impolite
that we would not apologize.
Our sin: that we forgot to die.
But when the Lord
picked out our names
and perched them on his holy
lips next to recite,
we figured that it most impolite
that we would not apologize.
Our sin: that we forgot to die.
474 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2017 6:06pm
5th Feb 2017 6:06pm
What That Mouth Do?
Sitting at some dive bar
that's given me a warm beer
for the third time in a row.
Why I keep coming here?
I don't know.
Well actually I do.
There's only ever 5 people
in the place and
that appeals to me.
And normally this
no home nomad guy
doesn't have company
on his left or right
except for the angel and devil
that are the stereotype
but on this night,
she sits next to me.
But I'll get back to her
in a minute.
Before I could get a word in
edge wise amongst the silence, ...
that's given me a warm beer
for the third time in a row.
Why I keep coming here?
I don't know.
Well actually I do.
There's only ever 5 people
in the place and
that appeals to me.
And normally this
no home nomad guy
doesn't have company
on his left or right
except for the angel and devil
that are the stereotype
but on this night,
she sits next to me.
But I'll get back to her
in a minute.
Before I could get a word in
edge wise amongst the silence, ...
636 reads
2 Comments
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