Submissions by Pretty_Vacuous
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 5:11am
Today 5:11am
There We Are Then
Everything is whack!
It’s a fun fact Jack…
that…
You don’t win friends with word salad……haha…blah, blah…does anyone remember laughter!
Simmer down or I’m pulling the plug or is it the rug ?
Un-snug as a bug?
You, there we are then
Zero point zero zen
This clown just called me a dumb cunt…lol’d right in face and said that all you got?
Unfortunately for him Mercury sextiles Pluto in Aquarius on Wednesday
Fortunately for me the Sun in Pisces trines mars in cancer on Friday
JFK ...
It’s a fun fact Jack…
that…
You don’t win friends with word salad……haha…blah, blah…does anyone remember laughter!
Simmer down or I’m pulling the plug or is it the rug ?
Un-snug as a bug?
You, there we are then
Zero point zero zen
This clown just called me a dumb cunt…lol’d right in face and said that all you got?
Unfortunately for him Mercury sextiles Pluto in Aquarius on Wednesday
Fortunately for me the Sun in Pisces trines mars in cancer on Friday
JFK ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 8:32am
2nd Mar 2025 8:32am
Fugly Truth
Oh poor you!
You think no one understands
you think no one sees you
well I do
how could I not when your world is eerily familiar
but I’m just an observer
Invisible, they don’t see me and neither do you
I’ve got nothing to lose
So let’s get real …
A traumatized woman comes off as crazy, she should be in therapy, and avoided at all costs we’re not worth the trouble and our absence is no great loss
A traumatized man however is a real panty dropper, women will swoon at your pain, take your shit and never complain ...
You think no one understands
you think no one sees you
well I do
how could I not when your world is eerily familiar
but I’m just an observer
Invisible, they don’t see me and neither do you
I’ve got nothing to lose
So let’s get real …
A traumatized woman comes off as crazy, she should be in therapy, and avoided at all costs we’re not worth the trouble and our absence is no great loss
A traumatized man however is a real panty dropper, women will swoon at your pain, take your shit and never complain ...
#honesty
59 reads
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2025 8:11am
27th Feb 2025 8:11am
How you get to Carnegie Hall
The problem with being a ghost is
you see everything
and there’s not a damn thing
you can do about any of it
It’s just an endless series
of changing weather patterns
and orbital rotations
while I dine on empty time
the only consolation is
when my body and soul
decide to end their tenuous partnership
I think its going be a smooth transition
so I got that going for me
you see everything
and there’s not a damn thing
you can do about any of it
It’s just an endless series
of changing weather patterns
and orbital rotations
while I dine on empty time
the only consolation is
when my body and soul
decide to end their tenuous partnership
I think its going be a smooth transition
so I got that going for me
#honesty
62 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2025 6:17am
26th Feb 2025 6:17am
MIANAF
The vigilance is absurd
Glued to the screen
Caught in a motherfucking fever dream
Anticipating another zero one cryptogram
Like I too dim to understand
You know what
Nope
Never mind
If it doesn’t concern me
I don’t need to know
I’ll quietly enjoy the ebb & flow
as an observer
Two time rhymer
the ghetto Shakespeare
hiding in the the gutters of poetry
circling the same flat circle
down that old stained drain in the middle of the floor that I’ve circled a thousand times before
The...
Glued to the screen
Caught in a motherfucking fever dream
Anticipating another zero one cryptogram
Like I too dim to understand
You know what
Nope
Never mind
If it doesn’t concern me
I don’t need to know
I’ll quietly enjoy the ebb & flow
as an observer
Two time rhymer
the ghetto Shakespeare
hiding in the the gutters of poetry
circling the same flat circle
down that old stained drain in the middle of the floor that I’ve circled a thousand times before
The...
#StreamOfConsciousness
73 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2025 6:10am
7th Feb 2025 6:10am
Death Roll
My favorite poet was a hazel eyed lunatic whose incoherent ramblings made me homesick
Poor white trash nostalgia I suppose, you know the thing about shadows?
They make for inhospitable hosts, kind of like the echos of angry ghosts
Still I miss those days of easy camaraderie, talking about Shangri-La, Bob Seger, and wishing we bumped heads in the cemetery
Poor white trash nostalgia I suppose, you know the thing about shadows?
They make for inhospitable hosts, kind of like the echos of angry ghosts
Still I miss those days of easy camaraderie, talking about Shangri-La, Bob Seger, and wishing we bumped heads in the cemetery
#honesty
163 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2024 5:15am
27th Apr 2024 5:15am
Come Back With A Warrant
He thought I’d be safer underwater
he was right
even from his lofty height
wretchedness lives in plain sight
it’s always the ones with a lot to say that come and go don’t they
like wraiths in the night
trying to sell their
window love
and tunnel vision
inside this wall-less prison
there may be blood on the floor
but I am not Poe’s poor dead Lenore, so when sex & other atrocities come rap, rap, rapping
I don’t answer the door
and if the quasi half deads don’t like it…tough
I only have one voice in my head…mine,...
he was right
even from his lofty height
wretchedness lives in plain sight
it’s always the ones with a lot to say that come and go don’t they
like wraiths in the night
trying to sell their
window love
and tunnel vision
inside this wall-less prison
there may be blood on the floor
but I am not Poe’s poor dead Lenore, so when sex & other atrocities come rap, rap, rapping
I don’t answer the door
and if the quasi half deads don’t like it…tough
I only have one voice in my head…mine,...
#honesty
571 reads
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2024 3:44pm
6th Mar 2024 3:44pm
Planting Flowers on the Moon
The sun doesn’t rise here
it wouldn’t dare
the two halves part the whole
and yet all three are still in control
as observers in a Necropolis full of somnambulists lucid dreaming
how do they not know
all moments are fleeting
beautiful tragedy
swimming in irony
there really is no nuance in a renaissance
to get there takes pain
a historically stubborn stain
existing, resisting, struggling not to get it twisted holding the floodgates
against the pressure of prose...
it wouldn’t dare
the two halves part the whole
and yet all three are still in control
as observers in a Necropolis full of somnambulists lucid dreaming
how do they not know
all moments are fleeting
beautiful tragedy
swimming in irony
there really is no nuance in a renaissance
to get there takes pain
a historically stubborn stain
existing, resisting, struggling not to get it twisted holding the floodgates
against the pressure of prose...
#honesty
505 reads
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2022 5:14am
1st Dec 2022 5:14am
Unbraided
I once ran toward something
then ran the other way
at the point of convergence
for self preservation’s sake
oceans of distance were left in my wake
back to the quite room
in a blacked out curtained cocoon
he used to send letters with all the O’s, X’ed out
never really knew what that was all about
but then the Sun went into retrograde
and fell off the clock
before any inquiries could be made
Mr. E
twisted poetry
it all unraveled
got tangled
became sharp edges on bent angles ...
then ran the other way
at the point of convergence
for self preservation’s sake
oceans of distance were left in my wake
back to the quite room
in a blacked out curtained cocoon
he used to send letters with all the O’s, X’ed out
never really knew what that was all about
but then the Sun went into retrograde
and fell off the clock
before any inquiries could be made
Mr. E
twisted poetry
it all unraveled
got tangled
became sharp edges on bent angles ...
#shadows
516 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2022 6:28am
16th Nov 2022 6:28am
Sturgeon’s Law
Laughter is abundant in the mouth of fools
ain’t no sunshine on the end of lit fuse
inside a quantum vacuum chaos ensues
a disillusioned cynic, the worst sort of critic
with nothing much, and nothing much to lose
still its going be awhile before I give up the ghost
because I’m good at waiting, better than most
for what…well…I’ll never tell
but I have questions
the ultimate absentee isn’t going to answer
turns out silence is its own cancer
and that tiny dancer on my other shoulder
who insists he only wants to get the band back...
ain’t no sunshine on the end of lit fuse
inside a quantum vacuum chaos ensues
a disillusioned cynic, the worst sort of critic
with nothing much, and nothing much to lose
still its going be awhile before I give up the ghost
because I’m good at waiting, better than most
for what…well…I’ll never tell
but I have questions
the ultimate absentee isn’t going to answer
turns out silence is its own cancer
and that tiny dancer on my other shoulder
who insists he only wants to get the band back...
#TruthOfLife
479 reads
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2022 2:25pm
28th Jul 2022 2:25pm
The Porkchop Express
I’m a very reasonable woman
Who’s experienced
some very unreasonable things
So when the shit starts rolling downhill
When everything around me is falling apart
and the panic attacks start
all I can feel is trembling and the
thunderous pounding of my heart
or when someone rouses my sleeping rage
and all I can see is a red haze
I Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes
and the poison arrows fall from the sky
and the pillars of Heaven shake
Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big...
Who’s experienced
some very unreasonable things
So when the shit starts rolling downhill
When everything around me is falling apart
and the panic attacks start
all I can feel is trembling and the
thunderous pounding of my heart
or when someone rouses my sleeping rage
and all I can see is a red haze
I Just remember what ol' Jack Burton does when the earth quakes
and the poison arrows fall from the sky
and the pillars of Heaven shake
Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big...
#honesty
592 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2022 2:09am
18th Jul 2022 2:09am
What Little Humanity
I know where there is field of tall grasses
and a single weeping willow tree
and lying at its roots, a weathered headstone
the name is gone but you can still make out the year 1883
I go there sometimes to sit and read
I don’t who’s down there
I only know we keep one another company
and a single weeping willow tree
and lying at its roots, a weathered headstone
the name is gone but you can still make out the year 1883
I go there sometimes to sit and read
I don’t who’s down there
I only know we keep one another company
#confessional
549 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2022 1:32pm
17th Jul 2022 1:32pm
No time for love Dr. Jones
Teeth grinding
have to unclench the jaw
Shhhhh…
if you don’t mind
I’m trying to coalesce into a unified flaw
Refreezing
after the last big thaw
putting a hex on Apollo
for all his empty promises
of a sun filled tomorrow
Poseidon can keep the seas
I’ll keep my ocean in a bucket
I don’t need a trident
to stir the pot
and I’m not
in the mood
to be in the middle
of middle America
with nothing but time
to puzzle out
how this puzzle
puzzles together
I don’t know man...
have to unclench the jaw
Shhhhh…
if you don’t mind
I’m trying to coalesce into a unified flaw
Refreezing
after the last big thaw
putting a hex on Apollo
for all his empty promises
of a sun filled tomorrow
Poseidon can keep the seas
I’ll keep my ocean in a bucket
I don’t need a trident
to stir the pot
and I’m not
in the mood
to be in the middle
of middle America
with nothing but time
to puzzle out
how this puzzle
puzzles together
I don’t know man...
#boredom
650 reads
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