Submissions by Peanut
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Past Today
The quest for the afterlife
succinct
Past life, past
Death protruding past
the limits
of breathing
past understanding
past life
past living
Past Death
thoughts of hell
no longer matter
when the brain is fog
past screaming
past dreaming
succinct
Past life, past
Death protruding past
the limits
of breathing
past understanding
past life
past living
Past Death
thoughts of hell
no longer matter
when the brain is fog
past screaming
past dreaming
#depression
#dark
#death
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Shaved
It needs to happen
All of us agree
The time
gets closer
with every wish
Yet
it stays
the waiting game
All of us agree
The time
gets closer
with every wish
Yet
it stays
the waiting game
#death
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Submission Twelve - Your Worship
If we wrote addiction
you'd be first
above Cocaine
nicotine
or vivid history
Stories
heard
understood
vividly expressed
in silence
are honest
I've awoken
more mornings
fantasized in my head
dressed in your legs
than pajamas
Having seen black birds
transform into canaries
Coffee perculated into
tea bags
with milk
Like life
Critique only helps when
delivered from the heart
or in stilettos ...
you'd be first
above Cocaine
nicotine
or vivid history
Stories
heard
understood
vividly expressed
in silence
are honest
I've awoken
more mornings
fantasized in my head
dressed in your legs
than pajamas
Having seen black birds
transform into canaries
Coffee perculated into
tea bags
with milk
Like life
Critique only helps when
delivered from the heart
or in stilettos ...
#happiness
#identity
#music
#LifeGoals
#MyInspiration
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Then We Smoked
Arched ridge
bowed
Precipitation
dripping
rain drops
to bed sheets
in shadows
as shimmers
turn tremmors
into thunderous
screams
of extacy
Falling
racing
lightening
enthralled
breathless
storm of
unity
bowed
Precipitation
dripping
rain drops
to bed sheets
in shadows
as shimmers
turn tremmors
into thunderous
screams
of extacy
Falling
racing
lightening
enthralled
breathless
storm of
unity
#love
#lust
#lover #orgasm
#lover #orgasm
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Politiking
thick black
smoke
covered
the morning
skyline
the putrid
flesh burning
odor
filled
the breath
of dawn
At first
Iconic logo's
burning
flames of
orange
red
Yellow
blue
then buildings
too
stampede of feet
takes to the street
as glass cracks
doors break
roofs are lifted
the inside emptied
in terrorising
speed
Lives
left
shattered
the time bomb
actioned
the streets
go silent
...
smoke
covered
the morning
skyline
the putrid
flesh burning
odor
filled
the breath
of dawn
At first
Iconic logo's
burning
flames of
orange
red
Yellow
blue
then buildings
too
stampede of feet
takes to the street
as glass cracks
doors break
roofs are lifted
the inside emptied
in terrorising
speed
Lives
left
shattered
the time bomb
actioned
the streets
go silent
...
#dark
#politics
#scary
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What Ever You Do...
Left eye
don't blink
Pointer finger
stable
Shoulder tight
steady
mind clear
Don't Fucking Miss
don't blink
Pointer finger
stable
Shoulder tight
steady
mind clear
Don't Fucking Miss
#soldiers
#war
#rebellion
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Remember When ?
Poetry was rough
we'd slap ass
with a paddle
till the red was blue
Competition
was sharp
could cut a crater
through a leg
then heart
Tears flowed through
mountains of emotion
just to say
GOOD MORNING
and we baked
bread
tarts
cake
with love
to bring them
as offerings
to the Gods
laced with humor
thought out
placed meticulously
and
enbedded with love
between tags
And
No one owned the place
...
we'd slap ass
with a paddle
till the red was blue
Competition
was sharp
could cut a crater
through a leg
then heart
Tears flowed through
mountains of emotion
just to say
GOOD MORNING
and we baked
bread
tarts
cake
with love
to bring them
as offerings
to the Gods
laced with humor
thought out
placed meticulously
and
enbedded with love
between tags
And
No one owned the place
...
#death
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
#metaphor
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Address Unknown
I don't care to
elaborate
on a
post it note
left beneath
parchment
If I intended
any more than
ex - oh - ex - oh
I'd have left
a stamped
post card
with a
return to
sender
elaborate
on a
post it note
left beneath
parchment
If I intended
any more than
ex - oh - ex - oh
I'd have left
a stamped
post card
with a
return to
sender
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
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Because ...
We're not psychologically ready
Not biologically designed
nor emotionally strong enough
The distance will slaughter our futures
and destroy the earth
when a pandemic could have
...we are suicidal after all
Not biologically designed
nor emotionally strong enough
The distance will slaughter our futures
and destroy the earth
when a pandemic could have
...we are suicidal after all
#anxiety
#illness
#MentalHealth
#evolution
#pandemic
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About Last Night
Snapped the clasp
on her bra strap
It broke
'twas an accident
though it helped
with the flinging
to the bedpost
we laughed
She let out
one of those snorts
when you giggle
a bit much
So I pushed her
back first
flat onto the mattress
Her neck slipped
over the side
Hair falling towards
the floor
I tripped
rushing to her face
with my Levi's
still around my
ankles
Laughing
became...
on her bra strap
It broke
'twas an accident
though it helped
with the flinging
to the bedpost
we laughed
She let out
one of those snorts
when you giggle
a bit much
So I pushed her
back first
flat onto the mattress
Her neck slipped
over the side
Hair falling towards
the floor
I tripped
rushing to her face
with my Levi's
still around my
ankles
Laughing
became...
#sex
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Memory
I think of you
often
Consider
times we spoke
times we wrote
times we floated
I think of you
often
over a cup of tea
a craft
or music
I think of you often
Often enough
to smile
and skip a heart
beat
when I see your
face
I think of you
often
often enough
to change
a category
from Observation
often
Consider
times we spoke
times we wrote
times we floated
I think of you
often
over a cup of tea
a craft
or music
I think of you often
Often enough
to smile
and skip a heart
beat
when I see your
face
I think of you
often
often enough
to change
a category
from Observation
#love
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21 Twist Street
We were young
living was fun
bikes without helmets
even when
soaked in rum
Money was easy
work cheesy
Clubs were grand
even when
we played sleazy
Lived on the drug
we bought from Doug
Danced all night
even when
passed out on the rug
Now it's a Gallery
for "Art By Vallery"
paint by numbers
even when
displayed as canvas poetry
living was fun
bikes without helmets
even when
soaked in rum
Money was easy
work cheesy
Clubs were grand
even when
we played sleazy
Lived on the drug
we bought from Doug
Danced all night
even when
passed out on the rug
Now it's a Gallery
for "Art By Vallery"
paint by numbers
even when
displayed as canvas poetry
#memories
#art
#historical #metaphor
#historical #metaphor
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