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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2015 7:16am
14th Nov 2015 7:16am
Je Suis Paris / I Am Paris
Dans les cœurs de millions,
regardant solennellement dans le vide de la perte,
la rêverie de ce qui était autrefois
est devenu un lointain souvenir,
un cri qui ne peut être ébranlé.
Où la paix a égarés,
laissé que de se remémorer,
nous crions silence
en solidarité.
À l'unisson que nous disons,
Je suis Paris.
***
In the hearts of millions,
staring solemnly into the void of loss,
the reverie of what once was
has become a distant memory,
a cry that cannot be shaken.
Where peace has gone astray,...
regardant solennellement dans le vide de la perte,
la rêverie de ce qui était autrefois
est devenu un lointain souvenir,
un cri qui ne peut être ébranlé.
Où la paix a égarés,
laissé que de se remémorer,
nous crions silence
en solidarité.
À l'unisson que nous disons,
Je suis Paris.
***
In the hearts of millions,
staring solemnly into the void of loss,
the reverie of what once was
has become a distant memory,
a cry that cannot be shaken.
Where peace has gone astray,...
585 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
18th Oct 2015 4:01am
18th Oct 2015 4:01am
Goodnight, Farewell
Goodnight, farewell to the rainy streets I dwell,
Red districts, body shops, foreign clientele.
I've seen so much,
And yet, too much to tell.
Rain drop rivers over graphene streets,
A futurist orchestra with front row seats.
Sheets of augmentations,
Crowds of body modifications,
Drone-lit skies veiling planetary retreats.
As I stand forlorn between virtual pedestrians,
The noise of chaos shroud cishuman thespians.
A life’s lesson taught in the course of millennia,
As memories cascade like a never ending cinema.
Memories where sorrow and...
Red districts, body shops, foreign clientele.
I've seen so much,
And yet, too much to tell.
Rain drop rivers over graphene streets,
A futurist orchestra with front row seats.
Sheets of augmentations,
Crowds of body modifications,
Drone-lit skies veiling planetary retreats.
As I stand forlorn between virtual pedestrians,
The noise of chaos shroud cishuman thespians.
A life’s lesson taught in the course of millennia,
As memories cascade like a never ending cinema.
Memories where sorrow and...
959 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 1:08am
5th Aug 2015 1:08am
Am I the Reason?
Am I the reason you breathe
Or am I the reason you cry?
There's more to us than lies we convey through our eyes
I can tell you that you're always on my mind
I wish that we can go away and be free
I wish there was more to us than we can see
But this ain't love, there are no doves
It's loneliness
Baby, I will always be there when you wake up at night
I will always lie across you until the morning light
Baby, when I say I love you, I know you'll say it back
But it's a lie,
We're too afraid to die alone
Or am I the reason you cry?
There's more to us than lies we convey through our eyes
I can tell you that you're always on my mind
I wish that we can go away and be free
I wish there was more to us than we can see
But this ain't love, there are no doves
It's loneliness
Baby, I will always be there when you wake up at night
I will always lie across you until the morning light
Baby, when I say I love you, I know you'll say it back
But it's a lie,
We're too afraid to die alone
637 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Jul 2015 11:13pm
3rd Jul 2015 11:13pm
The Awakened Pt. 1 (movie script)
721 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2015 4:26am
31st May 2015 4:26am
Moving Me Closer
Baby, you’re moving me closer
Baby, you’re holding me over a cliff
I know you’re looking for closure
But by the end of the night you feel alone
So by the end of this night we’ll agree to atone
Why are you numbing the pain
of the life that we’ve gained
You’re moving me closer
Why are you calling my name
this is starting to feel like a game
I’m looking for closure
There are no tears in the rain
only scars for the pain
That are seeking enclosure
Baby, you’re always the same
yet I fight to reclaim
This...
Baby, you’re holding me over a cliff
I know you’re looking for closure
But by the end of the night you feel alone
So by the end of this night we’ll agree to atone
Why are you numbing the pain
of the life that we’ve gained
You’re moving me closer
Why are you calling my name
this is starting to feel like a game
I’m looking for closure
There are no tears in the rain
only scars for the pain
That are seeking enclosure
Baby, you’re always the same
yet I fight to reclaim
This...
649 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2015 6:04am
19th Apr 2015 6:04am
Waiting
You’re keeping me waiting,
Passing the time, you’re slowly fading.
I’m just sitting here faded,
This bond that we share is exaggerated.
Tonight I own you;
Tonight I’ll show you what it’s like to love
Without expectations.
By the end of this night, I’ll have your morals shaken.
So I’m sitting here, waiting,
Staring through glass, evaluating.
I know you’re persuaded
By the money I share, so you dance there naked.
Tonight I owe you;
Tonight I’ll give you what you really want –
To be motivated.
To someday live a life not isolated....
Passing the time, you’re slowly fading.
I’m just sitting here faded,
This bond that we share is exaggerated.
Tonight I own you;
Tonight I’ll show you what it’s like to love
Without expectations.
By the end of this night, I’ll have your morals shaken.
So I’m sitting here, waiting,
Staring through glass, evaluating.
I know you’re persuaded
By the money I share, so you dance there naked.
Tonight I owe you;
Tonight I’ll give you what you really want –
To be motivated.
To someday live a life not isolated....
1031 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 4:42am
3rd Apr 2015 4:42am
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, in...
'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, in...
625 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 4:31am
31st Mar 2015 4:31am
Bar Life
When I saw you out there in the parking lot,
I knew what I wanted, not a second thought.
I told you what's going to happen,
This is a scot and lot.
You've got to live that bar life,
Just take a shot.
I know that I've sinned, but don't you call a priest.
If you want confessions, be my barkeep.
I'll whisper in your ear my darkest fantasies
And then you'll give it up,
I'll have you on your knees.
I knew what I wanted, not a second thought.
I told you what's going to happen,
This is a scot and lot.
You've got to live that bar life,
Just take a shot.
I know that I've sinned, but don't you call a priest.
If you want confessions, be my barkeep.
I'll whisper in your ear my darkest fantasies
And then you'll give it up,
I'll have you on your knees.
643 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 4:53am
22nd Mar 2015 4:53am
That's the Plan
She called me up and told me ‘Hurry!’
I told her back that she don’t worry,
That, by tonight, I’ll make you horny;
That, by next morning, you’ll have a story
To tell your man,
As you hold his hands,
That you’re a fan
Of the brand
That I ran.
But, girl, just understand
I won’t be your man.
I’m just here for sin,
You won’t ever see me again.
I promise, that’s the plan.
I told her back that she don’t worry,
That, by tonight, I’ll make you horny;
That, by next morning, you’ll have a story
To tell your man,
As you hold his hands,
That you’re a fan
Of the brand
That I ran.
But, girl, just understand
I won’t be your man.
I’m just here for sin,
You won’t ever see me again.
I promise, that’s the plan.
690 reads
0 Comments
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