Submissions by SatansSperm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Books available by me on Amazon Bathroom Graffiti Terry Smith Angel Vomit Terry Smith Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 2:16pm
14th Jun 2019 2:16pm
Milk
She was a dime
doin time
like the girls on Sunset strip
be careful
what you wish for
this girl don't miss a trick
drives me insane
she's in my veins
this girl's got quite a grip
but I crave her
and I need her
she knows I am an addict
looking mean
is the seen
she hunt's you with her eyes
gives me chills
heart be still
'cause you know she can smell your lies
be careful
what you wish for
she will be your demise
you'll leave the zoo
without a clue
while the monkeys
claw your...
doin time
like the girls on Sunset strip
be careful
what you wish for
this girl don't miss a trick
drives me insane
she's in my veins
this girl's got quite a grip
but I crave her
and I need her
she knows I am an addict
looking mean
is the seen
she hunt's you with her eyes
gives me chills
heart be still
'cause you know she can smell your lies
be careful
what you wish for
she will be your demise
you'll leave the zoo
without a clue
while the monkeys
claw your...
#forgiveness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2019 00:59am
10th Jun 2019 00:59am
Stand up night II
hi
--looks down at his hand--
...sorry I masturbate
a lot
--makes the sound of a razor humming--
zzzzzzzzzz
--blows on hand--
there..
my name is
Terry smith
I write my name
on my hand
in case i get nervous...
and forget
i remember
one time
there was this girl
and my hands were
sweating
like crazy
that night
my name
was ...
rorschach
..so I was at the station...
when my train of
thoughts
...got...
--looks down at his hand--
...sorry I masturbate
a lot
--makes the sound of a razor humming--
zzzzzzzzzz
--blows on hand--
there..
my name is
Terry smith
I write my name
on my hand
in case i get nervous...
and forget
i remember
one time
there was this girl
and my hands were
sweating
like crazy
that night
my name
was ...
rorschach
..so I was at the station...
when my train of
thoughts
...got...
#humankind
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 6:35pm
9th Jun 2019 6:35pm
Generation Zero
My feet dig
into the concrete
with the weight of this life
and the carcass of god
in the winds above us
from Sid & Mary (Opal )
into the concrete
with the weight of this life
and the carcass of god
in the winds above us
from Sid & Mary (Opal )
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2019 2:55pm
5th Jun 2019 2:55pm
Lost Advertising
advertising for products that never hit the market....I have a feeling this is going to be an ongoing writing....
...long pause tampons.....because what happens after a long pause, a period.
Squeaker-less sneakers...for those people who don't play basketball
plumber pants...so we can all pretend to know what we are doing under the sink
I'm a wussy band-aids......because if you really hurt yourself this product isn't going to help for shit.
UV blanket......for when you need 100% coverage against the rays of the sun
...
...long pause tampons.....because what happens after a long pause, a period.
Squeaker-less sneakers...for those people who don't play basketball
plumber pants...so we can all pretend to know what we are doing under the sink
I'm a wussy band-aids......because if you really hurt yourself this product isn't going to help for shit.
UV blanket......for when you need 100% coverage against the rays of the sun
...
#consumerism
520 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 4:49pm
1st Jun 2019 4:49pm
Seedy motel postcards & cum stained sheets
I roll up
a joint
laced with
angel’s dust
to sooth
the gaping scars
in my soul
& just maybe
find god
& ask him
what the
fuck
you wipe
the cum
from your
lips
counting
the money
your “tip”
not including
the ones
you took
from his
wallet
while
he was
calling
his wife
making
...
a joint
laced with
angel’s dust
to sooth
the gaping scars
in my soul
& just maybe
find god
& ask him
what the
fuck
you wipe
the cum
from your
lips
counting
the money
your “tip”
not including
the ones
you took
from his
wallet
while
he was
calling
his wife
making
...
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 3:17pm
1st Jun 2019 3:17pm
The Alice papers
I preface this writing by telling you it is DARK HUMOR...if you are easily offended read something else...
I was at a yard sale the other day and bought an old yearbook as a goof...It was like any other run of the mill yearbook till you got to the kindergarten page.. written in marker on the top of the page was Where are they now.. beneath each picture there is a little quote I know you can visualize the photo that goes along with each quote , maybe not all of them but at least some. I started at the top left as most english reading people do ...victim of...
I was at a yard sale the other day and bought an old yearbook as a goof...It was like any other run of the mill yearbook till you got to the kindergarten page.. written in marker on the top of the page was Where are they now.. beneath each picture there is a little quote I know you can visualize the photo that goes along with each quote , maybe not all of them but at least some. I started at the top left as most english reading people do ...victim of...
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2019 1:07am
1st Jun 2019 1:07am
Turbine breeze
...and a cockroach appeared on the tile floor crawling aimlessly from the corner where the floor meets the wall over towards me. The bug was scurrying in circles infused with poison that was laid out for it like brunch at some fancy hotel.I instantly felt a kinship with the insect as I had been on this carousel myself for quite some time, spiraling out of control on whatever drug I could get my hands on ...eating my own tail. The roach suddenly stopped dead, literally, and I started thinking is this how it ends for me also, lifeless in a pool of body secretions poisoned by the vices of my own...
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2019 2:46pm
29th May 2019 2:46pm
Femme fatale sentir bleu
Oleander and ethanol
clung to her lips
like the faded bruise
from a lovers touch
skulls bloom dead crocus
with shadows of babies breath
in the iris of her eyes
in Bourrée
on the edge
where
passion
meets
pain
she finds
little comfort
when
all
she
was
looking
for
was
love
from my book Sid & Mary (Opal ) Terry Smith
clung to her lips
like the faded bruise
from a lovers touch
skulls bloom dead crocus
with shadows of babies breath
in the iris of her eyes
in Bourrée
on the edge
where
passion
meets
pain
she finds
little comfort
when
all
she
was
looking
for
was
love
from my book Sid & Mary (Opal ) Terry Smith
#regret
#despair
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2019 11:38pm
22nd May 2019 11:38pm
The ball room
She moved in with me the other day. It was quite a shock as we had never discussed it,even though we had known each other for a while now and have had an on again off again relationship, there was never anything consummated. She said that she wanted to be with me till the end, A long slow dance through it all. And her name was Death.
#fate
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2019 1:02pm
9th May 2019 1:02pm
Wolf
You can know everything
where is to know about cooking
but that teaches you
nothing
about cooking in a restaurant kitchen
how to do 14 different things
at once
and cooking everything
perfectly
that you can only learn
the hard way
in the kitchen
when everything
turns to shit
and someone doesn't show
and you hope they are having fun
but they better be dead somewhere
and you pull if off
with no fuck ups
many a student
never made it
where is to know about cooking
but that teaches you
nothing
about cooking in a restaurant kitchen
how to do 14 different things
at once
and cooking everything
perfectly
that you can only learn
the hard way
in the kitchen
when everything
turns to shit
and someone doesn't show
and you hope they are having fun
but they better be dead somewhere
and you pull if off
with no fuck ups
many a student
never made it
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2019 1:01pm
9th May 2019 1:01pm
Olde Dogs
I admit it
when I first became
a chef
I was an asshole
it took me a little while
to understand
that people will
work hard
if they are afraid
to fuck up
but they will do
almost anything
for you
if you treat them
with kindness
respect
and teach them
instead of scold them
so I became like
the Buddha
for this
was my temple
when I first became
a chef
I was an asshole
it took me a little while
to understand
that people will
work hard
if they are afraid
to fuck up
but they will do
almost anything
for you
if you treat them
with kindness
respect
and teach them
instead of scold them
so I became like
the Buddha
for this
was my temple
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2019 2:05am
9th May 2019 2:05am
Tiger by the tail
When I was a kid
I was into two things
basketball & drugs
and I had an addiction
to both
now
to get pumped
for a shit show
that some how
we will plow through
and still be
squeaky clean
I make everyone gather around
and play
“Basketball Jones”
then when the song is over
we open the doors
I was into two things
basketball & drugs
and I had an addiction
to both
now
to get pumped
for a shit show
that some how
we will plow through
and still be
squeaky clean
I make everyone gather around
and play
“Basketball Jones”
then when the song is over
we open the doors
#TruthOfLife
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