Submissions by TheInfirm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Colorful End
Something he didn't see, something he didn't know
In his drink that he drank more than he drank any other drink
The colors exploded in the dark room
On the walls, in the mirror, on the ceiling, on the floor
All of the colors
The floor shook with the feet of a hundred others
He ran in circles away from the color
He slipped and fell into the black pool he had seen
And fell farther than any other, than you or me
He just kept falling, falling and falling until he could no longer see
No longer see the colors,...
In his drink that he drank more than he drank any other drink
The colors exploded in the dark room
On the walls, in the mirror, on the ceiling, on the floor
All of the colors
The floor shook with the feet of a hundred others
He ran in circles away from the color
He slipped and fell into the black pool he had seen
And fell farther than any other, than you or me
He just kept falling, falling and falling until he could no longer see
No longer see the colors,...
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Consider If You Would
Consider If you would, the state of mind you are feeling at this
moment. There are many different answers, but a singular question.
Consider
it if you would, by asking if it would change if you spilled a drink?
If your dog knocked over a trash bin in your room? If a man murdered
that same dog in front of your eyes? And what would it change to?
Anger, Anger, Rage respectively would be the likely answers. But what
type of anger? What type of rage?
Consider if you would, what
type of change is it? Anger at oneself? To blame yourself for spilling...
moment. There are many different answers, but a singular question.
Consider
it if you would, by asking if it would change if you spilled a drink?
If your dog knocked over a trash bin in your room? If a man murdered
that same dog in front of your eyes? And what would it change to?
Anger, Anger, Rage respectively would be the likely answers. But what
type of anger? What type of rage?
Consider if you would, what
type of change is it? Anger at oneself? To blame yourself for spilling...
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Nightlife
Walking down the alley, out of the bar
Walking past the dumpster
Hooker heels hanging over the edge
A slight chuckle from my lips as i see her severed head
Turning to a violent howl at the dishonored dead
I gnawed at the skin on my arm till it bleed
I will let it bleed while I sleep in my bed
Bed? Hah, I mean my garbage bin
On top of this hooker, I will sleep
Not now but later, I still must creep
I must feed myself off of the tears young couples weep
As I sever the connection by slitting the...
Walking past the dumpster
Hooker heels hanging over the edge
A slight chuckle from my lips as i see her severed head
Turning to a violent howl at the dishonored dead
I gnawed at the skin on my arm till it bleed
I will let it bleed while I sleep in my bed
Bed? Hah, I mean my garbage bin
On top of this hooker, I will sleep
Not now but later, I still must creep
I must feed myself off of the tears young couples weep
As I sever the connection by slitting the...
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