Submissions by Peanut
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 10:29pm
16th Jun 2020 10:29pm
Isolated Fashion Week
Catwalk lit
staged in
vibrant
colour
Dressing room silenced
Make up, hair, wardrobe,
and shoes
Her stride floats through
the center spot-light
following her posture
through light fog
in deafening silence
Every seat in the house
exiled to extreme solitude
of darkness
Stop, pose
remembering the
pause
for applause
met in the echo
of nothing
just an extreme depth
of never-ending space
Leaves the stage with grace
...
staged in
vibrant
colour
Dressing room silenced
Make up, hair, wardrobe,
and shoes
Her stride floats through
the center spot-light
following her posture
through light fog
in deafening silence
Every seat in the house
exiled to extreme solitude
of darkness
Stop, pose
remembering the
pause
for applause
met in the echo
of nothing
just an extreme depth
of never-ending space
Leaves the stage with grace
...
#loneliness
#silence
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2020 10:31pm
31st May 2020 10:31pm
Skull
Square black framed
spectacles
rest effortlessly
Screams echoe
hallways
of the chilling
darkness
Report cards
graduate
A levels
to triple X
New Bank Accounts
BMW's
Facials
Manicures, pedicures
and silver cosmetics
Still
pukes
three times
a day
After the seventh shower
in disinfectant
Vocabulary reduced
to cunt
slut
Fuck
Self inflected
numb
spectacles
rest effortlessly
Screams echoe
hallways
of the chilling
darkness
Report cards
graduate
A levels
to triple X
New Bank Accounts
BMW's
Facials
Manicures, pedicures
and silver cosmetics
Still
pukes
three times
a day
After the seventh shower
in disinfectant
Vocabulary reduced
to cunt
slut
Fuck
Self inflected
numb
#sex
#identity
#porn
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DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2020 11:01pm
10th May 2020 11:01pm
The War Room Of Isolation
The Valentino suit
wears the scent of
Oliva Monticello
over the
Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous
like it was all designed
for an eastern cunt
with a yellow wood
boardroom table
that seats
195
Heads of State are lonely
unarmed
uninformed
fearful
The people
who bought the
suite
cologne
Rolls Royce
cigars
funiture
meeting room
and security
will see clothing
some years after
they smell food
But the buildings will be grander
Mandarin will...
wears the scent of
Oliva Monticello
over the
Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous
like it was all designed
for an eastern cunt
with a yellow wood
boardroom table
that seats
195
Heads of State are lonely
unarmed
uninformed
fearful
The people
who bought the
suite
cologne
Rolls Royce
cigars
funiture
meeting room
and security
will see clothing
some years after
they smell food
But the buildings will be grander
Mandarin will...
#war
#StreamOfConsciousness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2020 11:45pm
15th Mar 2020 11:45pm
A Cup Of Tea
The grit and flesh of it
probably
lived in the family attic
for years
before
the time grandma
pulled her false teeth out
Put the kettle to boil
and started reminiscing
family stories of yesteryear
I took home
a marmalade sandwich,
a little extra love,
and the knowledge
this generation behaves better
than our forefathers did
I'm sure as heck
men have been sissified
to the point of
being jellyfish
in daily standards.
As grandma would say
"You need...
probably
lived in the family attic
for years
before
the time grandma
pulled her false teeth out
Put the kettle to boil
and started reminiscing
family stories of yesteryear
I took home
a marmalade sandwich,
a little extra love,
and the knowledge
this generation behaves better
than our forefathers did
I'm sure as heck
men have been sissified
to the point of
being jellyfish
in daily standards.
As grandma would say
"You need...
#family
#memories
#historical
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2020 6:10pm
15th Feb 2020 6:10pm
WTF? Without A Story!
#heartbroken
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 9:25pm
1st Feb 2020 9:25pm
2020 - 1st of the 1st .
New Years Eve , twenny twenny
rough with alchohol,
rough with sex,
rough with narcotics,
(we don't talk of.)
Woke on the first;
a heavy leg
weighing down
across my chest
Dead eyes opened
to her sticky holes, smiling at me
foot against my cheek
Saw the bruises on her ass
thought...
"fuck, maybe
a little too rough!"
My cock was dead.
No...
rough with alchohol,
rough with sex,
rough with narcotics,
(we don't talk of.)
Woke on the first;
a heavy leg
weighing down
across my chest
Dead eyes opened
to her sticky holes, smiling at me
foot against my cheek
Saw the bruises on her ass
thought...
"fuck, maybe
a little too rough!"
My cock was dead.
No...
#lust
#lover
#sensual
#sexy
#passion
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2020 6:08pm
28th Jan 2020 6:08pm
Purpose
To light a candle
turn out the lights
sip on java
in the flickering night
Soak in a hot tub
splash lavender bubbles
to the floor
gaze at the stars through
the open door
Run through a rose garden
in silence
imaginary feelings
play it back in a colorful
naked science
Stop, stare at Daisies
listen for bees
buzzing towards
the pollen beds;
birds nesting in trees
Free children
from the war
their parents left ...
turn out the lights
sip on java
in the flickering night
Soak in a hot tub
splash lavender bubbles
to the floor
gaze at the stars through
the open door
Run through a rose garden
in silence
imaginary feelings
play it back in a colorful
naked science
Stop, stare at Daisies
listen for bees
buzzing towards
the pollen beds;
birds nesting in trees
Free children
from the war
their parents left ...
#identity
#freedom
#escape
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2020 10:02pm
27th Jan 2020 10:02pm
Dark - Cold - Blonde
Beneath the damp rot
termite infested
old-aged
floorboards
lived a girlchild,
comforted
in the
dark underground void
she'd spent life in
You may call her "heartless"
I prefer the phrase
"Without a heart"
(must have once had one)
Her days spent
rattling ankle chains
into some sort
of rythmn, that became a meadly
Beats of music
she'd use
to count
seconds
into minutes
into hours...
termite infested
old-aged
floorboards
lived a girlchild,
comforted
in the
dark underground void
she'd spent life in
You may call her "heartless"
I prefer the phrase
"Without a heart"
(must have once had one)
Her days spent
rattling ankle chains
into some sort
of rythmn, that became a meadly
Beats of music
she'd use
to count
seconds
into minutes
into hours...
#dark
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 8:26pm
20th Jan 2020 8:26pm
Not Killing Myself Yet
Use the word "drifting"
then
If you feel it describes this!
I'll call it "vanilla sponge cake"
parading as
"Red Velvet, with a hint of coffee"
Never lived
pretend lives well.
Allways left...
though
I'll probably stay
this time
It's unlikely
a real human
would strole past soon
anyhow
So as I'm staying
if you slip your panties off,
I'll wash them for you.
then
If you feel it describes this!
I'll call it "vanilla sponge cake"
parading as
"Red Velvet, with a hint of coffee"
Never lived
pretend lives well.
Allways left...
though
I'll probably stay
this time
It's unlikely
a real human
would strole past soon
anyhow
So as I'm staying
if you slip your panties off,
I'll wash them for you.
#relationships
#marriage
#conflict
#sex
#apathy
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 6:33pm
14th Jan 2020 6:33pm
And While We Are Writing Letters.
The insane way
you know
just far too much
about everybody
like an oak
steadfast,
solid,
yet listening in her leaves;
telling stories
blowing them through branches
watching them drift
through the wind.
Snow pettals
landing
at her trunk
ungarded
Well, I've allways wondered
what you told your
sailors
about me.
I've tailored the
the accreditation
in
my
head.
you know
just far too much
about everybody
like an oak
steadfast,
solid,
yet listening in her leaves;
telling stories
blowing them through branches
watching them drift
through the wind.
Snow pettals
landing
at her trunk
ungarded
Well, I've allways wondered
what you told your
sailors
about me.
I've tailored the
the accreditation
in
my
head.
#honesty
#myself
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 7:21pm
12th Jan 2020 7:21pm
As Truth Would Say It
The beauty in your white
panties,
black stilettos,
and the imaginary collar
you owned
yet never wore
stole my heart
The life in your palms,
love in your voice,
and spiritual scripture
in your book
held it true
Yet something pegged
a fense post between us !
It wasn't the Seas
we'd need to travel
or children I feed
The fense post was solid;
cold steel
anchored in concrete.
It was the ring
on your...
panties,
black stilettos,
and the imaginary collar
you owned
yet never wore
stole my heart
The life in your palms,
love in your voice,
and spiritual scripture
in your book
held it true
Yet something pegged
a fense post between us !
It wasn't the Seas
we'd need to travel
or children I feed
The fense post was solid;
cold steel
anchored in concrete.
It was the ring
on your...
#relationships
#marriage
#friendship
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2019 6:38pm
12th Dec 2019 6:38pm
The Deal Went Sour
We all get there
Look at ourselves
Having reached
that terrifying
loneliness
Ourselves driving
ourselves insane!
Life throwing it at us
suddenly
unexpectedly
I sold my bike
Might take up hiking
Look at ourselves
Having reached
that terrifying
loneliness
Ourselves driving
ourselves insane!
Life throwing it at us
suddenly
unexpectedly
I sold my bike
Might take up hiking
#addiction
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