Submissions by aero0
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2014 3:33pm
7th May 2014 3:33pm
The Benefits of Technology Pt 1
I am not sure when the emoticon on my screen became more important than the expression on your face but I haven't looked you in the eyes in years. The undivided attention makes me anxious and I divert my focus, shift, scuff my shoe. What were you even saying in the first place? Text me so I won't forget.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2014 3:11pm
5th May 2014 3:11pm
0200
I've never acquired the skill of picking good friends. Instead I've chosen fast ones. People that I can count on to be gone in a years time. People I don't have to worry about keeping in contact with.
I can always count on my friends to not pick up the phone when I need them. I can always count on my friends to not think to invite me. I can always count on my friends to let me drift off on my own and not question where I'm going.
These friendships provide me with the freedom to check out. I won't call you. I won't drunkenly text you some meaningless bullshit at three in the...
I can always count on my friends to not pick up the phone when I need them. I can always count on my friends to not think to invite me. I can always count on my friends to let me drift off on my own and not question where I'm going.
These friendships provide me with the freedom to check out. I won't call you. I won't drunkenly text you some meaningless bullshit at three in the...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 5:51am
21st Dec 2013 5:51am
Antihero
I'm not strong
I've never carried dead weight
I have enough sense to stand with my back against the wall
Having something to lean against
Or blend into and disappear
I'm not brave
I've never had to see a last breath
I have a habit of closing my eyes at precisely the right times
Walking out of the bar two hours beforehand
Or into the door ten minutes too late
I'm not persistent
I've never followed through with long term goals
I tend to be an impulsive procrastinator
Neglecting future consequences
Or...
I've never carried dead weight
I have enough sense to stand with my back against the wall
Having something to lean against
Or blend into and disappear
I'm not brave
I've never had to see a last breath
I have a habit of closing my eyes at precisely the right times
Walking out of the bar two hours beforehand
Or into the door ten minutes too late
I'm not persistent
I've never followed through with long term goals
I tend to be an impulsive procrastinator
Neglecting future consequences
Or...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 5:17am
21st Dec 2013 5:17am
Brother
I've never cried
And I can't remember if I wouldn't hate you
All I know is that I will never live up to your last breath
And I can't remember if I wouldn't hate you
All I know is that I will never live up to your last breath
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DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2013 2:45pm
24th May 2013 2:45pm
Damien
Stomach bile slowly crept up his esophagus for the third time in the last twenty minutes; he was nauseous but not in a way that was appalling to him. No, this was just a rather unpleasant sensation. One in which his muscles shook and his forehead dripped with sweat in this dim room that left him hot under the collar. A condition such as this had to be, at the very least, some perverse, distorted form of a joke. The same sort the fucked up joke school boys played on the girls they lusted after. That brainless shit. Where they tug at pigtails and say excessively straightforward words that tend...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2013 2:31pm
24th May 2013 2:31pm
Untitled
Hollow eyes.
Longing for the spark
That once illuminated
The corners of the room.
Just a whisper.
Barely there.
Contained in the mind.
Too afraid to cross that line.
Its time to start over.
Longing for the spark
That once illuminated
The corners of the room.
Just a whisper.
Barely there.
Contained in the mind.
Too afraid to cross that line.
Its time to start over.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2013 00:48am
24th May 2013 00:48am
Circus
This is a circus.
Yellow crooked teeth manifested in a wicked grin that is biting your own tongue
Under oversized noses brown from chasing the ass of the next guy or maybe its just the sun
Either way
it's ugly
These clown shoes leave footprints we were never meant to fill
Bodies contort, all shapes and sizes to fit in painted boxes
Forced closed
Nailed shut
One size fits all with the colors of your choosing
A form of pseudo self expression
But there are only so many options when the colors blend to brown
So we close blind...
Yellow crooked teeth manifested in a wicked grin that is biting your own tongue
Under oversized noses brown from chasing the ass of the next guy or maybe its just the sun
Either way
it's ugly
These clown shoes leave footprints we were never meant to fill
Bodies contort, all shapes and sizes to fit in painted boxes
Forced closed
Nailed shut
One size fits all with the colors of your choosing
A form of pseudo self expression
But there are only so many options when the colors blend to brown
So we close blind...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th May 2013 00:33am
24th May 2013 00:33am
An Atheist's Perspective
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