Submissions by TNR
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 5:41pm
10th Feb 2015 5:41pm
Time..
Too careless,
So little left to use...
Water... How it runs through hands of young fools…
Was immature; now I croon their same tune; as elders before whom…
Saw the first signs. … Gray strands multiply on my mind...
Sigh when I reminisce, the back when; in my prime…
Misery’s arrive invites a misty eye… Where a cry hangs…
I contemplate recycling used hourglass grains..
To change a few things...address a few shames...
So much regret, in what I reflect…
Can I break a few panes?
Can’t blot yesterday…So afraid of what it shapes …
Heard through...
So little left to use...
Water... How it runs through hands of young fools…
Was immature; now I croon their same tune; as elders before whom…
Saw the first signs. … Gray strands multiply on my mind...
Sigh when I reminisce, the back when; in my prime…
Misery’s arrive invites a misty eye… Where a cry hangs…
I contemplate recycling used hourglass grains..
To change a few things...address a few shames...
So much regret, in what I reflect…
Can I break a few panes?
Can’t blot yesterday…So afraid of what it shapes …
Heard through...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 1:08am
3rd Feb 2015 1:08am
Just Pondering...
Ponder what the author brings…
On search for inner peace through biographies...
Logic illusive, it won’t stay on leash..
Pardon “ill-lucid” reads, self-conceived..
Brain biopsies… I bleed… smeared over screen…
Other eyes won’t seize…
Cause they won’t… Fate must’ve phoned…
Let “them” perish on their own.
Just can’t breathe; so why exist? It never makes sense;
Resuscitating stiffs? Leave blue lips the bluest...
Such foreign scripts, one source emits…
A bum you’ll never rub elbows with…
...
On search for inner peace through biographies...
Logic illusive, it won’t stay on leash..
Pardon “ill-lucid” reads, self-conceived..
Brain biopsies… I bleed… smeared over screen…
Other eyes won’t seize…
Cause they won’t… Fate must’ve phoned…
Let “them” perish on their own.
Just can’t breathe; so why exist? It never makes sense;
Resuscitating stiffs? Leave blue lips the bluest...
Such foreign scripts, one source emits…
A bum you’ll never rub elbows with…
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2015 10:05pm
1st Feb 2015 10:05pm
You tell me...
To coward;
Unapologetic wretch…
The snake hidden in man flesh…
It treks through modern city streets;
To sour “them” sweets,
Cower then repeat
Deflowered beings,post-throat squeeze…
Poor “sweets”...
As ghost within grabs coat and keys…
What was once vibrant.. Washes up… Beached…
Bathed in salt –n- seaweed…
Twinkle gone... Black holes are empty beads,
Windows have been breached;
Shards are on the lawn…
On the outside;all is calm…
The days are long;
the weeks go on..
Months grow cold,
till...
Unapologetic wretch…
The snake hidden in man flesh…
It treks through modern city streets;
To sour “them” sweets,
Cower then repeat
Deflowered beings,post-throat squeeze…
Poor “sweets”...
As ghost within grabs coat and keys…
What was once vibrant.. Washes up… Beached…
Bathed in salt –n- seaweed…
Twinkle gone... Black holes are empty beads,
Windows have been breached;
Shards are on the lawn…
On the outside;all is calm…
The days are long;
the weeks go on..
Months grow cold,
till...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2015 11:54pm
31st Jan 2015 11:54pm
The Remedy
That feeling when the mass of the world roll off your back…Wish I could encapsulate, patent the vat, bottle-n- tag the stash. Squirrel away a sup for when the urge to wrap strand around where the neck tie be at… Oh yes…we need it so bad... Quench the dry, like cool water tap to desert sands; the drip splash lubricates the esophagus path... Maybe like commercials you’ve seen when clean teeth mash York Peppermint Pattie pads…Attacked by a goose flesh type rash, but no scratch. Cube of ice down your shirt flirts with the a**crack… Heavenly vision circumambient; it circles manly men; make them...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2015 8:19pm
31st Jan 2015 8:19pm
The battle...
Never think about a subject just bring life to writ, substance never come to play just risk with the wrist.. I promise you'll be suprised at what you print...All to WRITE. Better that way, It just feels Right. It just feels Ripe... Battle inclined to rage on several nights, By 2 indigenous tribes on different sides...witness a turf war,both encroach with swords drawn to smite, blood and gore flies... Everyone else around ignores; are they blind? The massacre won't disappoint. Those with pigsty appetite should get a smile; the battle could match any timestamped genocide of rewind body count...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2015 1:43am
31st Jan 2015 1:43am
See Category Description Above.
Thee urge within tossed in a proverbial waste bin... “Mine”… Once self-sustaining; home grown supply stockpiled... Sad to say the ink dried… Blueprint of my “describe” has-been burned alive by high Fahrenheit… Valuable molecules disperse, vapor like… they escape but ashes won’t rise; no free rides… I know right? Gravitational pulls a stingy ass child… 1st cue the tears, next must broom the eyes. Pruned digits vomit the peace sign… Just as I leave “it” all behind. Voices inside permeate where a soul lies… the sweetest nectar of sound… caramelized… Feels like I occupy the pearly gate place;...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 5:30pm
29th Jan 2015 5:30pm
Babble..
Very awkward. Me against the grain...must remain rejected, disjointed... plot holes.I guess my memorys selective..Spelling errors detected, I'm not sorry...guess I put forth no effort...Headaches you should expect them...I recommend 2 excedrine, do you dare to spend seconds trying to understand a strangers perspective? Buzzed behind the scenes, an empty flask helps me to some degree type out my dreams... What hides inbetween? Reality and an apparent pre-schizophrenic who partially intrigues.. My free writing disease unleashed upon those curious to read. Wield the power to move eyes away from...
564 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 3:49pm
29th Jan 2015 3:49pm
Why do you write?
Why do you write? For Thumbs up? For Likes? Slow simmered stewed words soup served; Is it not food? What if your egos lifted by rocket boots pass glass roofs fueled by others positive attitudes;acknowledgments?..."Hey thats cool, and so honest man"..."And look how each lines so polished, damn!" Unaware fools! Spoiled spoon fed till bellies huge. Yes!... Swooned and spooled another gents! Hallelujah amen! write some more? I sure can for nominal payments or chase pavements till you find where they end... Contrived lines should offend.. Interest please lasso the next victim,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 3:47am
29th Jan 2015 3:47am
My Words
Epitome of innocent... These reads. My thoughts synthesized, potion I’ve strived to perfect my spoken. I despised, loathed for posting. I rodent burrow them. Pages, example of time I’ve loaned, where my create stems....So devoted, now add patience... annoyed you may evade...Afraid to skim? Gentle memos I print... Extreme opposite of your main listen diet... Deviate an eye to my prize... One second suffice... Just magnify... Hope the curious try the offspring of my bright...My Smile in line form... Formed from my blind adore, realm beyond the norm ... How is this a chore painting with colors...
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