Submissions by alan509
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 12:53pm
11th Aug 2012 12:53pm
Twats-ville revisited - a archaeological bone hunt
Wondering why I have Myspace-, a Facebook
and the worry if I should Twitter,
a tweet, sweetly OR Not,
seems it's all just for Twat,
something I have naught,
or around here, lately sought,
just my memoried hungers, and a lingering need.
Lingering Need? yet Memoried, in Me?
As time has overthrown my allegiance to
the foolish usurper and his cyclopean view
and restored Reason to it's rightful throne
now reviewing those needs, as memoried, alone.
Looking back in time,
now with sight of science,
seeing where once blind,
as...
and the worry if I should Twitter,
a tweet, sweetly OR Not,
seems it's all just for Twat,
something I have naught,
or around here, lately sought,
just my memoried hungers, and a lingering need.
Lingering Need? yet Memoried, in Me?
As time has overthrown my allegiance to
the foolish usurper and his cyclopean view
and restored Reason to it's rightful throne
now reviewing those needs, as memoried, alone.
Looking back in time,
now with sight of science,
seeing where once blind,
as...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 4:28am
6th Aug 2012 4:28am
Doing as I did,( a phone texted bit of doggerel)
As I suck on my pickle,
it's your clit that I tickle,
and the smoke that I breathe,
you cumming on me,
it's always been that way,
from the very first day,
and the only way I'd quit,
is daily, on my face you'd sit.
So as you work, or are squatting to pee,
and in doing so, thinking of me,
sucking on pickles big as you please,
taking it in with a practiced ease,
it's all only for you,
that I do as I do.
Even as I sit,
thinking the more of it,
while upon my throne,
and ruling all alone,
that as I loosen my bowels,...
it's your clit that I tickle,
and the smoke that I breathe,
you cumming on me,
it's always been that way,
from the very first day,
and the only way I'd quit,
is daily, on my face you'd sit.
So as you work, or are squatting to pee,
and in doing so, thinking of me,
sucking on pickles big as you please,
taking it in with a practiced ease,
it's all only for you,
that I do as I do.
Even as I sit,
thinking the more of it,
while upon my throne,
and ruling all alone,
that as I loosen my bowels,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 8:05pm
1st Aug 2012 8:05pm
Singularity
Following diverging paths
into tomorrow, separately,
I am alone until you arrive,
fearful of awakening my sleeping monster,
who transports me according to whim,
often leaving me stranded and abandoned,
in strange states and unknown places,
where you can be seen, but never found.
Once he departs in a mad frothing fit,
releasing reason as hope is destroyed,
and my cycle of life begins
its dance to death again,
my only remaining salvation from self
should you never arrive,
before I collapse into singularity
for an eternity, separate...
into tomorrow, separately,
I am alone until you arrive,
fearful of awakening my sleeping monster,
who transports me according to whim,
often leaving me stranded and abandoned,
in strange states and unknown places,
where you can be seen, but never found.
Once he departs in a mad frothing fit,
releasing reason as hope is destroyed,
and my cycle of life begins
its dance to death again,
my only remaining salvation from self
should you never arrive,
before I collapse into singularity
for an eternity, separate...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Jul 2012 4:05am
31st Jul 2012 4:05am
The Mad Musings of a Mal-contented Misanthrope as he Mutates Maliciously into clouds of smoke.
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 3:29am
31st Jul 2012 3:29am
irrelevant implausibilities
I laugh out loud at myself
waiting for you to start
when did you stop?
You only leave to switch partners
never to stop as I do breathing
when you're not around
when you go to someone
and not me
I wait by being extinguished
than in solitude with the awareness of it
a constant contrast
to your couplings with irrelevancies
in scornful disregard to my demise-ful existence
in a void of you
which is never a start of anything
except perhaps a purgatory
in a torment of meaninglessness
a vacuum of space without time ...
waiting for you to start
when did you stop?
You only leave to switch partners
never to stop as I do breathing
when you're not around
when you go to someone
and not me
I wait by being extinguished
than in solitude with the awareness of it
a constant contrast
to your couplings with irrelevancies
in scornful disregard to my demise-ful existence
in a void of you
which is never a start of anything
except perhaps a purgatory
in a torment of meaninglessness
a vacuum of space without time ...
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