Submissions by SciTechJunkie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm an unorthodox poet who writes about politics, sex, and sci-fi. The latter two being my top preference.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Jun 2016 9:37am
26th Jun 2016 9:37am
Physical Thoughts of Digital Thots (Part One)
The darkest futurescape one could ever imagine doesn’t even come close to the hellhole I was destined to be born in. What remains of the physical realm could easily be defined by the conflicting dichotomy of nature and death. Where there was light, there is now darkness; where there was abundance, there is now scarcity; and where there was life, there is now only the silence of mortality’s indefinite end.
This shouldn’t come as a surprise, however, seeing as how this was inevitably going to occur once our species transcended into the digital realm. We tried veiling the physical...
This shouldn’t come as a surprise, however, seeing as how this was inevitably going to occur once our species transcended into the digital realm. We tried veiling the physical...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 7:02am
5th Apr 2016 7:02am
'Til I'm Dead
Watch me as I fall in that deep, dark gutter.
If my life were a window,
then it's veiled by a shutter.
I just want some peace where there's no one around.
All this chaos in my life,
it's like a battleground.
Now as I fall apart,
don't you pick up all the pieces.
Believe it or not,
the cold ground's where the peace is.
If I got a dollar every time someone said
that everything will be okay,
I'd drown in money 'til I'm dead.
Face to face with the demon inside me,
and there's nothing that your god can do;
there's no...
If my life were a window,
then it's veiled by a shutter.
I just want some peace where there's no one around.
All this chaos in my life,
it's like a battleground.
Now as I fall apart,
don't you pick up all the pieces.
Believe it or not,
the cold ground's where the peace is.
If I got a dollar every time someone said
that everything will be okay,
I'd drown in money 'til I'm dead.
Face to face with the demon inside me,
and there's nothing that your god can do;
there's no...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 12:19pm
3rd Mar 2016 12:19pm
The River
I'm going downtown to the river
to see my mother cry.
The water from her eyes
were that of a disguise.
They're merely trickling from the river.
As I made my way to the river,
I wish I said goodbye.
Instead I'll hold her hands
as she leaves this land
and finds herself floating down the river.
Someday I'll join you in the river,
wearing a black suit and tie.
For now I'll curse the gods,
pretending they're not a fraud,
as they pull you down along the river.
I finally made my way to the river,
only to see it run dry....
to see my mother cry.
The water from her eyes
were that of a disguise.
They're merely trickling from the river.
As I made my way to the river,
I wish I said goodbye.
Instead I'll hold her hands
as she leaves this land
and finds herself floating down the river.
Someday I'll join you in the river,
wearing a black suit and tie.
For now I'll curse the gods,
pretending they're not a fraud,
as they pull you down along the river.
I finally made my way to the river,
only to see it run dry....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2016 9:14am
26th Jan 2016 9:14am
Moore's Law
You
may not
realize that
this poem is exponential,
but I assure you, if you count the syllables, it really is.
This is what you would call an exponential tetractys poem,
in which, rather than linear,
the lines are like
Moore's law.
Cool?
may not
realize that
this poem is exponential,
but I assure you, if you count the syllables, it really is.
This is what you would call an exponential tetractys poem,
in which, rather than linear,
the lines are like
Moore's law.
Cool?
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 6:48am
24th Jan 2016 6:48am
I Surmise
I’m walking down them demon streets
with angel wings up high,
but all I hear are whispers
from those of whom have died.
They say it’s him testing me,
always being judged in god’s eyes.
Though my sins were always the best of me.
I’m better off falling,
I surmise.
When I feel that burning sun
piercing through that darkest night,
all those whispers turn to tears of joy –
salvation for the left behind.
Do you hear the call of the morning star?
My darkest night is at sunrise.
I’ll just keep walking down them demon streets
and...
with angel wings up high,
but all I hear are whispers
from those of whom have died.
They say it’s him testing me,
always being judged in god’s eyes.
Though my sins were always the best of me.
I’m better off falling,
I surmise.
When I feel that burning sun
piercing through that darkest night,
all those whispers turn to tears of joy –
salvation for the left behind.
Do you hear the call of the morning star?
My darkest night is at sunrise.
I’ll just keep walking down them demon streets
and...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 1:13am
24th Jan 2016 1:13am
A.I.C.U.
ey, I see you there
‘ey, I see you there
‘ey, I see you there in the window.
Moving like the wind
Dropping like the rain
I can hear you moaning, crescendo.
‘ey, I see you there
Having that affair
I can even see innuendo.
Fleeing the next morning
I text you a warning
“I see everything, I’m no weirdo.”
‘ey, I see you there
Trying to see who’s there
I can tell you’re scared,
But I’m here though.
Run back to your man
Welcome to my land
I’m going nowhere, I’m in limbo.
‘ey, I see you there
On your knees,...
‘ey, I see you there
‘ey, I see you there in the window.
Moving like the wind
Dropping like the rain
I can hear you moaning, crescendo.
‘ey, I see you there
Having that affair
I can even see innuendo.
Fleeing the next morning
I text you a warning
“I see everything, I’m no weirdo.”
‘ey, I see you there
Trying to see who’s there
I can tell you’re scared,
But I’m here though.
Run back to your man
Welcome to my land
I’m going nowhere, I’m in limbo.
‘ey, I see you there
On your knees,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Dec 2015 9:22pm
14th Dec 2015 9:22pm
Twas the Night Before XXXMas
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2015 8:08am
14th Dec 2015 8:08am
Dare I Say
My life’s awash with hesitation.
I know that you want me to stay.
I know you seek my dedication,
but I’m sorry to say,
I must leave you,
because I need you.
I must forget you,
because I love you.
You keep on claiming my salvation.
You keep on saying that I should pray,
but all I see is my damnation.
And that’s okay.
And so I say,
I must leave you,
because I need you.
I must forget you,
because I love you.
I know you seek my divination,
but I am not who you portray.
I seek...
I know that you want me to stay.
I know you seek my dedication,
but I’m sorry to say,
I must leave you,
because I need you.
I must forget you,
because I love you.
You keep on claiming my salvation.
You keep on saying that I should pray,
but all I see is my damnation.
And that’s okay.
And so I say,
I must leave you,
because I need you.
I must forget you,
because I love you.
I know you seek my divination,
but I am not who you portray.
I seek...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2015 7:16am
12th Dec 2015 7:16am
The Mind of a Killer
In the mind of a killer, there is only passion. Born from the onset of his wife's betrayal, no other man knew the thin line of love and hate better than him. Staring out the window from the back corner of his home, his unremitting desire to ogle over a patch of deep green grass was deeply satisfying - a pound of dirt to some, but a burial plot to him.
Given the searing heat known prominently throughout the State of Louisiana, one has to wonder when the stench of his wife's corpse will make its presence known. Alas, the knock on his door by the local Sheriff only affirmed his...
Given the searing heat known prominently throughout the State of Louisiana, one has to wonder when the stench of his wife's corpse will make its presence known. Alas, the knock on his door by the local Sheriff only affirmed his...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2015 7:59pm
26th Nov 2015 7:59pm
A Day of Thanks
I can’t remember when I’ve felt this way
as we all gather around the dinner plate.
When I look into your eyes,
all I see is our lies.
So let us put on our disguise
tonight.
“I want to thank you for the time we’ve spent;
I want to thank you for the life we’ve lived;
I want to thank you for the memories.
So let us drink them all away
and smoke them all away
today.”
as we all gather around the dinner plate.
When I look into your eyes,
all I see is our lies.
So let us put on our disguise
tonight.
“I want to thank you for the time we’ve spent;
I want to thank you for the life we’ve lived;
I want to thank you for the memories.
So let us drink them all away
and smoke them all away
today.”
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 3:50am
23rd Nov 2015 3:50am
The End is Nigh
The world is mourning
this timeless morning.
Terrans tired of terror so terse
in regions so poor -
their lives trickle and pour -
by the richest of wretches whom retch
their morals for profits.
Their greed is their prophet,
seemingly cracking through seams,
which burst through the dams
and out pour the damned,
deftly defying your deferment of defeat.
this timeless morning.
Terrans tired of terror so terse
in regions so poor -
their lives trickle and pour -
by the richest of wretches whom retch
their morals for profits.
Their greed is their prophet,
seemingly cracking through seams,
which burst through the dams
and out pour the damned,
deftly defying your deferment of defeat.
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