Submissions by SimpleTon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ebooks on for sale on Amazon under my real name John Garrett Seamons 1- Werewolf Cowboys of Wolfdon the legend of the Wolf Queen. 2- Robot Petshop in Space: Humans for Sale. 3- Letters from a Psychopah 4- Fat the ripper a fat serial killer
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2017 9:44pm
9th Oct 2017 9:44pm
Dogs of past, present and future
Dogs of past
Scottie and Glen were both West Highlands White Terriers and the best of friends. When I was born they were already both old men but I remember them sitting on the garden steps or laying under the bench. You were like brothers walking, playing and eating together. Both of them have passed so I hope they are back together forever.
Eddie was a Jack Russell who belonged to my uncle. He was mad but his nature was beautiful. He was only small but could leap six foot in the air to catch a ball, he would play fetch for hours, ate nothing but Chicken and licked...
Scottie and Glen were both West Highlands White Terriers and the best of friends. When I was born they were already both old men but I remember them sitting on the garden steps or laying under the bench. You were like brothers walking, playing and eating together. Both of them have passed so I hope they are back together forever.
Eddie was a Jack Russell who belonged to my uncle. He was mad but his nature was beautiful. He was only small but could leap six foot in the air to catch a ball, he would play fetch for hours, ate nothing but Chicken and licked...
#relationships
#dogs
#animals
#support
#metaphor
564 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Sep 2017 7:28pm
30th Sep 2017 7:28pm
Lee and his Vampire mother (part one)
It was midnight, a full moon was shining, the streets were quieter than usual due to a power cut and the weather getting steadily worse. The rain had started in the afternoon and continued to get heavier until the scene resembled a horror movie. Lee looked like a ghost in his favourite pair of pyjamas as he clutched a candle and peered through the blinds in the lounge. He hoped that he would see his mother approaching in her black dress, red high heels and hugging her ancient umbrella. She was on a date, it was the first date she had been on since the imprisonment of his father four years...
#dark
#mother
#death
#fiction
#vampires
608 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2017 7:38pm
21st Sep 2017 7:38pm
House of the dead
I want to live in a house of the dead
Literally constructed from human flesh
I dreamed it and now I am designing it
Their body parts will be scattered in every room
I will decorate the interior with substances from cadavers
Human hair, teeth, nails and skin will be used as soft furnishings
Organs will be used as wallpaper paste
The sweet stench of death will fill the place
My home will be a morgue
Human bones, teeth and skulls will be built into the walls
Blood will be used to paint every surface
I will build a temple for satanic...
Literally constructed from human flesh
I dreamed it and now I am designing it
Their body parts will be scattered in every room
I will decorate the interior with substances from cadavers
Human hair, teeth, nails and skin will be used as soft furnishings
Organs will be used as wallpaper paste
The sweet stench of death will fill the place
My home will be a morgue
Human bones, teeth and skulls will be built into the walls
Blood will be used to paint every surface
I will build a temple for satanic...
#death
750 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2017 6:18pm
15th Sep 2017 6:18pm
Welcome Mat at the Gates of Hell?
Farewell unfair world
Goodbye living hell!
I have always felt unwelcome in the mortal world
I wonder if there will be a welcome mat at the gates of hell?
My whole life has been an epic fail
My whole life I have never done well
Powerless in life there is power in death
Hopeless in life there is hope in death
I am an enigma and mystery to my fellow man
I could not control the start, or change the middle but I can choose the end
I reject life and I embrace death.
I am going to be damned and no one is going to give a damn
I...
Goodbye living hell!
I have always felt unwelcome in the mortal world
I wonder if there will be a welcome mat at the gates of hell?
My whole life has been an epic fail
My whole life I have never done well
Powerless in life there is power in death
Hopeless in life there is hope in death
I am an enigma and mystery to my fellow man
I could not control the start, or change the middle but I can choose the end
I reject life and I embrace death.
I am going to be damned and no one is going to give a damn
I...
#conflict
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
749 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2017 10:45am
9th Sep 2017 10:45am
Freddy Krueger Interview
Journalist: "Freddy Krueger firstly I wish to thank you for agreeing to participate in this interview."
Freddy:"You are not welcome, Fuck you"
Journalist: "Would you like me to tell you about my website?"
Freddy: "Not unless you are willing to die"
Journalist: " Honestly I am a huge fan, can I have an autograph? "
Freddy: "I will carve my name on your arse and you can treasure the scar"
Journalist: " No thank you, lets move on to a proper question, can you explain to the younger generation who you exactly are and what you did?"
Freddy: "...
Freddy:"You are not welcome, Fuck you"
Journalist: "Would you like me to tell you about my website?"
Freddy: "Not unless you are willing to die"
Journalist: " Honestly I am a huge fan, can I have an autograph? "
Freddy: "I will carve my name on your arse and you can treasure the scar"
Journalist: " No thank you, lets move on to a proper question, can you explain to the younger generation who you exactly are and what you did?"
Freddy: "...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
#PopCulture
#metaphor
652 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2017 10:43am
3rd Sep 2017 10:43am
Jack the Ripper (artisan killer)
I am an artist
A knife is my brush
A corpse is my canvas
I was born to this and I am talented.
It feels good to hold a knife
I like to slash
I like to stab
I like to slice
I like to maime a victim in the middle of the night.
I take an ugly whore
I paint a pretty picture with her core.
I create a masterpiece with every cut. I am a genius.
I lead whores to the slaughter
I am the human butcher
I hunger for murder.
I consume flesh like a vulture.
I hunt, kill and devour.
Killing is the ultimate power....
A knife is my brush
A corpse is my canvas
I was born to this and I am talented.
It feels good to hold a knife
I like to slash
I like to stab
I like to slice
I like to maime a victim in the middle of the night.
I take an ugly whore
I paint a pretty picture with her core.
I create a masterpiece with every cut. I am a genius.
I lead whores to the slaughter
I am the human butcher
I hunger for murder.
I consume flesh like a vulture.
I hunt, kill and devour.
Killing is the ultimate power....
#dark
820 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 5:04pm
1st Sep 2017 5:04pm
Dogs always forgive
Humans say Elephants never forget and I bark Dogs always forgive,
I am a creature and I am a captive, I am a Pitbull and yet my owner is the greater savage,
I am beaten and starved, I have been abandoned and scarred, flea bitten and disease ridden.
I live in a cardboard box in the overgrown back yard, it breaks my heart as I long to be kissed, hugged and fussed like all the other dogs at the park.
I howl and cry for you but you are never there, I fill my empty water bowl with endless tears.
You beat me with a belt, call me names, slap me with the back of the hand...
I am a creature and I am a captive, I am a Pitbull and yet my owner is the greater savage,
I am beaten and starved, I have been abandoned and scarred, flea bitten and disease ridden.
I live in a cardboard box in the overgrown back yard, it breaks my heart as I long to be kissed, hugged and fussed like all the other dogs at the park.
I howl and cry for you but you are never there, I fill my empty water bowl with endless tears.
You beat me with a belt, call me names, slap me with the back of the hand...
#loneliness
#dogs
#animals #hurt
#animals #hurt
569 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2017 2:07pm
31st Aug 2017 2:07pm
A modern delivery
I ride my moped into the suburban street it’s almost midnight.
I hear a neighbours baby scream, I rev the engine and a dog starts barking.
I park on your drive and ring the door bell, you were in the shower I hear you shout out so it takes a while, you arrive dripping wet and with a towel.
You are surprised to have a visitor this late at night and scowl through the peephole You see a stranger, a smiling man with half a dozen red roses in his left hand, I wear the uniform of a well-known delivery company and around my neck hangs a forged ID.
You open the door far from...
I hear a neighbours baby scream, I rev the engine and a dog starts barking.
I park on your drive and ring the door bell, you were in the shower I hear you shout out so it takes a while, you arrive dripping wet and with a towel.
You are surprised to have a visitor this late at night and scowl through the peephole You see a stranger, a smiling man with half a dozen red roses in his left hand, I wear the uniform of a well-known delivery company and around my neck hangs a forged ID.
You open the door far from...
#PopCulture
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness
527 reads
2 Comments
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