Submissions by Paulajobi (Paula Jobi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing these type pieces around 2005. I was one of many writers on a porn site that closed in 2008. That left me no outlet for my frustrations. I just sank into life as it bit me in the ass repeatedly. Not good. I'm going to try again.
Saturday Mornings...
#abuse
#childhood
#evil
36 reads
1 Comment
Rock a bye...
#abuse
#evil
47 reads
1 Comment
Fall Car Ride
#childhood
#orgasm
#sexy
221 reads
5 Comments
Sisters
#horror
#sister
45 reads
2 Comments
Comparative Analysis
#sex
57 reads
2 Comments
My 2.5 Children
#abuse
#children
#suffering
39 reads
3 Comments
Everyone Loved Me
#abuse
#dark
#death
#horror
#nightmares
51 reads
1 Comment
Dick Pic
#dirty
#sex
239 reads
1 Comment
Dog Killer Dog
#anger
#animals
#food
#hate
#sex
69 reads
3 Comments
My Dog Life
#anger
#animals
#food
#hate
#sex
74 reads
2 Comments
Cannibalism
Cannibalism...
Don't try this at home!
Especially if there is...
questionable hygiene...
and don't eat Uncle Mark!
But when you do cook...
always wash the fowl and foul!
Make enough of everyone...
Uncle Mark loves leftovers!
Mom won't be eating tonight...
she's just so stuffed!
I'll tell you why - after dinner!
Don't try this at home!
Especially if there is...
questionable hygiene...
and don't eat Uncle Mark!
But when you do cook...
always wash the fowl and foul!
Make enough of everyone...
Uncle Mark loves leftovers!
Mom won't be eating tonight...
she's just so stuffed!
I'll tell you why - after dinner!
#dark
#death
#family #food
#family #food
59 reads
2 Comments
Bang!
Bang!
We heard the gunshots.
Joey hit the floor.
Bobby went out to see what it was..
That boy took a bullet to the throat.
It took a couple weeks
to get up the money
to bury Bobby. Times are tough.
Gotta eat. Gotta have beer and weed!
Joey's scared now. Any loud noises...
Can't pop a paper bag or say "Boo"...
unless you enjoy the stink...
of him sitting his pants!
Things ain't right in the ghetto.
Even Elvis knew. We're cursed!
We all know someone who was killed.
Might be me...
We heard the gunshots.
Joey hit the floor.
Bobby went out to see what it was..
That boy took a bullet to the throat.
It took a couple weeks
to get up the money
to bury Bobby. Times are tough.
Gotta eat. Gotta have beer and weed!
Joey's scared now. Any loud noises...
Can't pop a paper bag or say "Boo"...
unless you enjoy the stink...
of him sitting his pants!
Things ain't right in the ghetto.
Even Elvis knew. We're cursed!
We all know someone who was killed.
Might be me...
#dark
#fear
#grief
109 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Paulajobi (Paula Jobi)