Submissions by RabbitJunk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Father. Father to be. Partner. Lover to She.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 00:57am
4th Apr 2012 00:57am
Fact or friction.
Every silver lining has a cloud.
Every day has it's dog.
I reason why while others do and die.
Up is not the only way.
A piece of string is always twice the length from one end to its middle.
These are facts, as twisted as they are.
Unsullied by banal optimism but nonetheless true.
My truthisms shall shoot across the face of acceptability like a pessimist's orgasm and sting the eyes of those who only see the rosiness of life.
Wake up!
I shall drag you down to my level to show how life is for those of us more fortunate to have...
Every day has it's dog.
I reason why while others do and die.
Up is not the only way.
A piece of string is always twice the length from one end to its middle.
These are facts, as twisted as they are.
Unsullied by banal optimism but nonetheless true.
My truthisms shall shoot across the face of acceptability like a pessimist's orgasm and sting the eyes of those who only see the rosiness of life.
Wake up!
I shall drag you down to my level to show how life is for those of us more fortunate to have...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 7:56am
3rd Apr 2012 7:56am
Tailspin.
How does one regain control of a life which has gone into a tailspin?
Years have passed since the cabin was occupied by someone competent.
Capable of yanking hard on the rudder stick and adjusting the flaps enough that I can be pulled out of this dive and fly on new wings of hope.
There will likely be much that needs repaired to keep the craft worthy of flight and probably many things to be jettisoned to lighten the load and aid the task.
Assuming that, together, we can land this then I pray that we can mend it;
Patch the holes that the birds left as they hit me as I...
Years have passed since the cabin was occupied by someone competent.
Capable of yanking hard on the rudder stick and adjusting the flaps enough that I can be pulled out of this dive and fly on new wings of hope.
There will likely be much that needs repaired to keep the craft worthy of flight and probably many things to be jettisoned to lighten the load and aid the task.
Assuming that, together, we can land this then I pray that we can mend it;
Patch the holes that the birds left as they hit me as I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 6:53am
3rd Apr 2012 6:53am
Unsleeping insights into angst
I lie awake and forsaken; broken and overtaken with thoughts of darkness running through my mind now the curtains have been drawn over the light you shone into my morbid life.
Considerations have been given to that which was forbidden by none other than myself to you.
Cold steel decisions; to make provisions; to make incisions.
The pragmatic coward in me refuses once more to adopt this stance, wishing for the chance once more of romancing and dancing, if that is indeed what you would call the erratic throwing of limbs and shapes I pull in your presence.
Electric butterflies...
Considerations have been given to that which was forbidden by none other than myself to you.
Cold steel decisions; to make provisions; to make incisions.
The pragmatic coward in me refuses once more to adopt this stance, wishing for the chance once more of romancing and dancing, if that is indeed what you would call the erratic throwing of limbs and shapes I pull in your presence.
Electric butterflies...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 2:50am
31st Mar 2012 2:50am
Weekend/weakened
Saturday night.
Alone in my bed.
Feeling quite low.
Odd thoughts in my head.
I wish I had more resources
To show and to give.
To you, my dear, my lover.
My reason to get up and live.
I'd treat you like a goddess,
Your minion, I'd be; I'd serve.
Bring you all the shiny things,
Which is only what you deserve.
Sunday night
Last night you were out drinking.
The absence of response to my call tonight
Sets off panicked thinking
Have I done something wrong?
My heart throbs slightly out of...
Alone in my bed.
Feeling quite low.
Odd thoughts in my head.
I wish I had more resources
To show and to give.
To you, my dear, my lover.
My reason to get up and live.
I'd treat you like a goddess,
Your minion, I'd be; I'd serve.
Bring you all the shiny things,
Which is only what you deserve.
Sunday night
Last night you were out drinking.
The absence of response to my call tonight
Sets off panicked thinking
Have I done something wrong?
My heart throbs slightly out of...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 4:46pm
23rd Mar 2012 4:46pm
A hard question to answer.
You asked me why I like you.
A difficult question indeed.
I cannot single out one virtue.
Neither can I say it's a need.
I choose to spend my time on you,
For I have little else to spend.
I spend what cash I can when due,
But it quickly comes to an end.
My heart quickens when you are near.
My pulse races when we kiss.
The though of losing you fills me with fear.
Your presence is one I know I would miss.
You tolerate my existence with a smile
And a playful tongue and a bashful blush.
I cherish your time, however short the...
A difficult question indeed.
I cannot single out one virtue.
Neither can I say it's a need.
I choose to spend my time on you,
For I have little else to spend.
I spend what cash I can when due,
But it quickly comes to an end.
My heart quickens when you are near.
My pulse races when we kiss.
The though of losing you fills me with fear.
Your presence is one I know I would miss.
You tolerate my existence with a smile
And a playful tongue and a bashful blush.
I cherish your time, however short the...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2012 9:10pm
18th Mar 2012 9:10pm
Digging myself a hole to bury my mask.
Why do I not allow myself to just be happy?
Do I seek out to subconsciously sabotage strategies to chop my chances and cut the to the quick?
I flap.
I panic.
I don the mask of mirth and make light of the situation to diffuse tension and suspicion and awkward questions which could result in confrontation; altercation;
I simply submit and lie down behind a wall of wasted witticism wanting to waylay the woe.
I am the self fulfilling prophecy that fails to allow the prophet to fulfil himself.
I race to reassure others with undeniable logic and truthisms yet...
Do I seek out to subconsciously sabotage strategies to chop my chances and cut the to the quick?
I flap.
I panic.
I don the mask of mirth and make light of the situation to diffuse tension and suspicion and awkward questions which could result in confrontation; altercation;
I simply submit and lie down behind a wall of wasted witticism wanting to waylay the woe.
I am the self fulfilling prophecy that fails to allow the prophet to fulfil himself.
I race to reassure others with undeniable logic and truthisms yet...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 1:05pm
3rd Mar 2012 1:05pm
Level 1 human (for my daughter)
I remember when you were born.
A level 1 human.
Unable to re-roll your stats now the scenario has begun.
Gaining experience at an accelerated rate because you joined an active party,
Diverse in nature but few in number.
Multi classed and multi skilled.
Your mother was Bard and Cleric singing you songs and making you better when illness came.
I was the Rogue and the Jester to make you smile when you were saddened and gather supplies for our quests in life.
Your years belie your experience level now; approaching adulthood at a voracious rate.
Ready soon to...
A level 1 human.
Unable to re-roll your stats now the scenario has begun.
Gaining experience at an accelerated rate because you joined an active party,
Diverse in nature but few in number.
Multi classed and multi skilled.
Your mother was Bard and Cleric singing you songs and making you better when illness came.
I was the Rogue and the Jester to make you smile when you were saddened and gather supplies for our quests in life.
Your years belie your experience level now; approaching adulthood at a voracious rate.
Ready soon to...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 11:43am
2nd Mar 2012 11:43am
Godzilla vs Japan
The bald fisherman in his little boat has his hood blown back as the moist winds lap warmly around him making him shake with excitement and trepidation.
He knows something big is coming.
Below his craft, digital beasts stir in the darkness and the dampness trying to get the tectonic plates to shift so the summoning can occur.
The wet hole in which they forage starts to quiver; tremble as a tremor sends the first shockwave careering towards the main land.
The conjouring is complete.
They have called forth Godzilla.
For half an hour or more Godzilla...
He knows something big is coming.
Below his craft, digital beasts stir in the darkness and the dampness trying to get the tectonic plates to shift so the summoning can occur.
The wet hole in which they forage starts to quiver; tremble as a tremor sends the first shockwave careering towards the main land.
The conjouring is complete.
They have called forth Godzilla.
For half an hour or more Godzilla...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 2:07pm
26th Feb 2012 2:07pm
Too old to rock?
Too old to rock?
I hope not.
Metal has been my rock, so to speak.
It has formed the scissors to cut the bonds
That society has bound me with.
It has been the paper that wraps my imagination into little gifts
That I may unwrap each joyous present of music.
With each blast beat my heart roars into life and I feel unstoppable.
With each long, glorious pick slide my smile stretches wide.
My hair may be a thing of the past and I miss it so;
Stretching as it did down to my ass.
Windmills are no more but the memory remains.
I...
I hope not.
Metal has been my rock, so to speak.
It has formed the scissors to cut the bonds
That society has bound me with.
It has been the paper that wraps my imagination into little gifts
That I may unwrap each joyous present of music.
With each blast beat my heart roars into life and I feel unstoppable.
With each long, glorious pick slide my smile stretches wide.
My hair may be a thing of the past and I miss it so;
Stretching as it did down to my ass.
Windmills are no more but the memory remains.
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 11:25am
26th Feb 2012 11:25am
What if your father knew?
What would your father say
If he knew about us?
Would he trust in your judgement
Or kick up a fuss?
Or perhaps, more likely, kick me up and down your garden
Until I gave up and ceased communication with you.
Chances are he would opt for the latter, for a fathers mind
Will be hard pressed to see us in a positive view.
In this event it is possible that I will not fight back
For I wouldn't want to hurt him, as unlikely as that would be.
I know not what I'm capable of when the red mist descends
But by not fighting back...
If he knew about us?
Would he trust in your judgement
Or kick up a fuss?
Or perhaps, more likely, kick me up and down your garden
Until I gave up and ceased communication with you.
Chances are he would opt for the latter, for a fathers mind
Will be hard pressed to see us in a positive view.
In this event it is possible that I will not fight back
For I wouldn't want to hurt him, as unlikely as that would be.
I know not what I'm capable of when the red mist descends
But by not fighting back...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 4:20pm
23rd Feb 2012 4:20pm
Hopes and promises.
I hope, one day, that you will believe
Me when I say I don't up and leave
As soon as I have heard you heave
A sigh. I'll never knowingly deceive
You. Just promise, my heart, you'll never cleave
Or shatter my soul; tattered on my sleeve
I'd wear my life while I would grieve.
And I promise that while you are with me
I'll keep you as safe as you can be
For I wish to prevent any tragedy
From befalling the one who chose to see
A different part of my life, and I thank thee
Kindly. Softly. Honestly.
I give my soul for you to...
Me when I say I don't up and leave
As soon as I have heard you heave
A sigh. I'll never knowingly deceive
You. Just promise, my heart, you'll never cleave
Or shatter my soul; tattered on my sleeve
I'd wear my life while I would grieve.
And I promise that while you are with me
I'll keep you as safe as you can be
For I wish to prevent any tragedy
From befalling the one who chose to see
A different part of my life, and I thank thee
Kindly. Softly. Honestly.
I give my soul for you to...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 9:58am
23rd Feb 2012 9:58am
Tin can in space.
I was once described as a tin can in space.
Carrying on, unchanging in course or speed
Until something exerted a stronger force upon me.
Many years have I pondered this case
Wondering the true meaning, and indeed
The ramifications, if truth, it be.
In reality, he's right, my friend. I face
So much fear in life I feel the need
To float, empty, will-less, without destiny.
Carrying on, unchanging in course or speed
Until something exerted a stronger force upon me.
Many years have I pondered this case
Wondering the true meaning, and indeed
The ramifications, if truth, it be.
In reality, he's right, my friend. I face
So much fear in life I feel the need
To float, empty, will-less, without destiny.
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