Submissions by adamsmiller
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Id Monster.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2013 3:11am
28th Jun 2013 3:11am
Give Up The Ghost
Tufts of venus in my bag, I wander into it
The intravenous rivers of working without end
In the abyss of conversation alien fingers grope at
Ego,
Convinced worlds are conundrums
Instead of punchlines drowning in the swamps of absurdity
Humor entirely lost on a generation of takers
Giving, the ghost lost in the rhythmic drone of a clave
There is slavery in the alarm clock
There is death in a steady paycheck
There is a dream possessed by the cynic:
Nature on its back
Craving every inch
The intravenous rivers of working without end
In the abyss of conversation alien fingers grope at
Ego,
Convinced worlds are conundrums
Instead of punchlines drowning in the swamps of absurdity
Humor entirely lost on a generation of takers
Giving, the ghost lost in the rhythmic drone of a clave
There is slavery in the alarm clock
There is death in a steady paycheck
There is a dream possessed by the cynic:
Nature on its back
Craving every inch
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 1:22am
23rd Jun 2013 1:22am
The Existentialist
The love of an existentialist
Is a love filled with hidden gears
And secret machines
The canal of nothingness navigated
Blindly and without premise
For he adorns the skyline
With his love
Just below the reign of a god
That does not exist
Is a love filled with hidden gears
And secret machines
The canal of nothingness navigated
Blindly and without premise
For he adorns the skyline
With his love
Just below the reign of a god
That does not exist
587 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 5:12am
14th Jun 2013 5:12am
Thunderstorms In The New World
Fraught
Thought
Beckoned
Seconds
Split
Atoms
Tiny
Fractions
Are
Windows
Cold is
Now
Lonely
Beautiful
Pitch
Melody
Eats
Reality
Quiet
Revolution
Quiet
Heartache
Thought
Beckoned
Seconds
Split
Atoms
Tiny
Fractions
Are
Windows
Cold is
Now
Lonely
Beautiful
Pitch
Melody
Eats
Reality
Quiet
Revolution
Quiet
Heartache
584 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 11:02pm
12th Jun 2013 11:02pm
The Outsider
I am Sisyphus
You, the absurdity of meaning
The boulder and the mountain are
mother, mourning humanity
I am the revolt in the machinery
This struggle shall not
consume me
You, the absurdity of meaning
The boulder and the mountain are
mother, mourning humanity
I am the revolt in the machinery
This struggle shall not
consume me
821 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2013 5:40pm
10th Jun 2013 5:40pm
Apogee
Flayed barbaric barbiturate in the mouth
Turn the engine over and watch the sunshine
Erode skyline
The millionth blade of grass lost somewhere
In the turnstile of turning to one side
Prostrating with no intention of praise
I have lost daughters and I have found belief in the jungles
Of thought
Cascading through embers of flora
Washing up on the shores of New Guinea
Only to find the peoples of antiquity
Burning through the floorboards of Heaven
Hatred bubbling from their lips
Turn the engine over and watch the sunshine
Erode skyline
The millionth blade of grass lost somewhere
In the turnstile of turning to one side
Prostrating with no intention of praise
I have lost daughters and I have found belief in the jungles
Of thought
Cascading through embers of flora
Washing up on the shores of New Guinea
Only to find the peoples of antiquity
Burning through the floorboards of Heaven
Hatred bubbling from their lips
868 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2013 3:36am
19th May 2013 3:36am
Sweat Shop of Infinite Jest
The lions have laid their sights upon me
And I concede I am no island
I am the cockroach: intact, I am death without praise
Subcutaneously borrowing courage to crack facade
and figment
Both ancient and arcane
whilst sleeping I poked and prodded
a pride exhaling progeny
Smoke swallowing the horizon
We are men, we are war
And I was a fool to think I had shifted from
Skin to silk
Unmade in the factories my father told me didn't exist
The lips of a child quivering in the shadow
of a heavy hand
Watch the skyline
It...
And I concede I am no island
I am the cockroach: intact, I am death without praise
Subcutaneously borrowing courage to crack facade
and figment
Both ancient and arcane
whilst sleeping I poked and prodded
a pride exhaling progeny
Smoke swallowing the horizon
We are men, we are war
And I was a fool to think I had shifted from
Skin to silk
Unmade in the factories my father told me didn't exist
The lips of a child quivering in the shadow
of a heavy hand
Watch the skyline
It...
650 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th May 2013 3:13am
12th May 2013 3:13am
Dionysus
monks blood Trappist tightrope
tinsel tied talking like
morse code fat and drunk
sweat addled bed set
breaking under high beams
the Heart's body rebuking body
torrid ripping entrance
puking&crying
apologetic stomach abuses toilet
night transformed to day
failure of flight
still here&hungry for a piece of sky
tinsel tied talking like
morse code fat and drunk
sweat addled bed set
breaking under high beams
the Heart's body rebuking body
torrid ripping entrance
puking&crying
apologetic stomach abuses toilet
night transformed to day
failure of flight
still here&hungry for a piece of sky
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EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Apr 2013 3:22pm
28th Apr 2013 3:22pm
Stirred
Moon howling retortion
Heavy tongue buried in Venus' virtuous abyss
Burning pack animals
Orgasmic disorder
Reigned in over madness
Thunder beckons
Sirens screaming monolithic indiscretions
Tomorrow stalled out over an ocean of loss
But tonight we burn in the ether
Heavy tongue buried in Venus' virtuous abyss
Burning pack animals
Orgasmic disorder
Reigned in over madness
Thunder beckons
Sirens screaming monolithic indiscretions
Tomorrow stalled out over an ocean of loss
But tonight we burn in the ether
726 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2013 4:00am
26th Apr 2013 4:00am
Saint James
The streets are still out there
and people still go to bars
and die burning on the interstate
Dancing twisted metal yawning inside
and hot
Your best friend talking about work
and how the stars will somehow save him
Black sky watching still
inside the television eats ego
brazen and naked beneath half torn sheets
I take inventory of the fridge
my gut is a sloppy drunk
unaware of the damage
like me
Couches are coffins
and girlfriends are always tired
Listen man, I...
and people still go to bars
and die burning on the interstate
Dancing twisted metal yawning inside
and hot
Your best friend talking about work
and how the stars will somehow save him
Black sky watching still
inside the television eats ego
brazen and naked beneath half torn sheets
I take inventory of the fridge
my gut is a sloppy drunk
unaware of the damage
like me
Couches are coffins
and girlfriends are always tired
Listen man, I...
726 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 6:26pm
16th Jan 2013 6:26pm
The Walking Dead
I.
Asleep at the wheel,
My hands speak of a stillborn syndicate
Burying bones behind the bungalow
Of a drug dealing single father
Who's still stuck in transit between the dead
And the undead.
The house lights are corpses in a graveyard
Of unpaid bills
Enigma Doméstico
Forgotten decompression underway,
Allowing the mind to sink into itself.
Self-awareness deep in the gut;
The stomach sick on it.
Bile rises to greet
Reflection born of predatory prudence.
Fingers grope the flesh of my mouth
Perpetually in search...
Asleep at the wheel,
My hands speak of a stillborn syndicate
Burying bones behind the bungalow
Of a drug dealing single father
Who's still stuck in transit between the dead
And the undead.
The house lights are corpses in a graveyard
Of unpaid bills
Enigma Doméstico
Forgotten decompression underway,
Allowing the mind to sink into itself.
Self-awareness deep in the gut;
The stomach sick on it.
Bile rises to greet
Reflection born of predatory prudence.
Fingers grope the flesh of my mouth
Perpetually in search...
936 reads
3 Comments
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