Submissions by arortiz73 (MTP)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A modern shade of the Marquis de Sade, come to massacre the masquerade for the meta-god.
SONG LYRICS
Published
1st Jul 2022 4:10pm
1st Jul 2022 4:10pm
Pinocchia
Hickory dickery nursery rhyme,
did u know dïcks were made of hickory
once upon a time?.. back when Simon said,
so ewe'd betţer mind, 🐑🧠 so put your hands
down your pants and 'pantomime'. That's when
Pinocchia put her extra 'syllabia' on mine. We were
kids trying to find the mime. We did ẇhat we were
told, and didn't realize- he didn't say, "Simon says."
Now we're too old to fall for the trickęry; nothing
is oaky dokey and boy scouts are a crime of
sickery. If you pin the tail on the donkey,
your boys'll...
did u know dïcks were made of hickory
once upon a time?.. back when Simon said,
so ewe'd betţer mind, 🐑🧠 so put your hands
down your pants and 'pantomime'. That's when
Pinocchia put her extra 'syllabia' on mine. We were
kids trying to find the mime. We did ẇhat we were
told, and didn't realize- he didn't say, "Simon says."
Now we're too old to fall for the trickęry; nothing
is oaky dokey and boy scouts are a crime of
sickery. If you pin the tail on the donkey,
your boys'll...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
63 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2022 2:06pm
19th Jun 2022 2:06pm
The Condensed Biography of Unick Norman
I'm an autodidactic bionic on meds,
crypticolic affliction pedestrian's dread;
a fairytale addiction to details and spreads;
dictionaries in all languages, pages and threads.
The people all shunned me for the knowledge I fed.
My diction's so hung, they put a shunt in my head.
I longed to live among them, but the shunt always bled,
so I cunt off my dick, and plugged-it-in, in its stead.
Now my diction's all dickpuns that pee pole can' tread;
I'm Unick from Munich, the eunuch dickhead.
All the names ppl give me 4 the legends I've led,
go...
crypticolic affliction pedestrian's dread;
a fairytale addiction to details and spreads;
dictionaries in all languages, pages and threads.
The people all shunned me for the knowledge I fed.
My diction's so hung, they put a shunt in my head.
I longed to live among them, but the shunt always bled,
so I cunt off my dick, and plugged-it-in, in its stead.
Now my diction's all dickpuns that pee pole can' tread;
I'm Unick from Munich, the eunuch dickhead.
All the names ppl give me 4 the legends I've led,
go...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
72 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jun 2022 7:01pm
4th Jun 2022 7:01pm
(Exhibit A: Rape)
Though I'd beeƞ a viṙgin,
they still ℎad me purgin'
my sins through my stomach,
while my sôul waꜱ searchin'
to Chooꜱe The Right lane be-
tween my legs to merge in.
Ḿy hymen was surgin' their
words of encouragement.
Bourgeoning urgency d-
eeper inside me; the
muddy diverǧence
of bloody resurgent,
regurgitant splurge of
the church's detergents.
No judgement of jury,
ƞor clergy could budget
†he fury of urge for the
scourge they've incurred
in me, grudge that...
they still ℎad me purgin'
my sins through my stomach,
while my sôul waꜱ searchin'
to Chooꜱe The Right lane be-
tween my legs to merge in.
Ḿy hymen was surgin' their
words of encouragement.
Bourgeoning urgency d-
eeper inside me; the
muddy diverǧence
of bloody resurgent,
regurgitant splurge of
the church's detergents.
No judgement of jury,
ƞor clergy could budget
†he fury of urge for the
scourge they've incurred
in me, grudge that...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
74 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2022 5:53pm
29th May 2022 5:53pm
Joan Wins A Brophy
Sophmors bangen my door; and more stormed-in,
dropped me down on all fours; out per-four-men.
Shown more semen than seamen see showmen,
(î)nside me sideways, wrote five books of mormon.
Hair-rowing my heroine hymen,
heroed in and sent heroin climbin';
undēsserving the demon of sermon,
Bishop Norman to clean up the verm(î)n.
Utah me the ways of religion: Bringham Young,
keep 'em straight while they're squirmin'.
Be the stool, not the stool-pigeon virgin',
conformin' is worth the conversion.
Start punchin', your...
dropped me down on all fours; out per-four-men.
Shown more semen than seamen see showmen,
(î)nside me sideways, wrote five books of mormon.
Hair-rowing my heroine hymen,
heroed in and sent heroin climbin';
undēsserving the demon of sermon,
Bishop Norman to clean up the verm(î)n.
Utah me the ways of religion: Bringham Young,
keep 'em straight while they're squirmin'.
Be the stool, not the stool-pigeon virgin',
conformin' is worth the conversion.
Start punchin', your...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
102 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2022 6:39am
29th May 2022 6:39am
Aawon Scott
Greetings, Birthlings! Gurth, seize wooget."
Siamese pigeon-fingers learning to schtück it;
retarmacking tires on the kids' mcnuggets:
if it's too young for hair, you gotta fugget.
Har, dar! Hard R, soft-arm idget:
analog dip switched to digital widget;
catching some air in your powerchair,
sidewalk helicopter pilot midget.
Conehead, Beldar; soft-spot, itch it;
bicycle crown with a spinnable fidget,
Wee Todd Ed phở king of the pedo-xing,
cunnilinger your NAMbLA pickets elsewhere.
Siamese pigeon-fingers learning to schtück it;
retarmacking tires on the kids' mcnuggets:
if it's too young for hair, you gotta fugget.
Har, dar! Hard R, soft-arm idget:
analog dip switched to digital widget;
catching some air in your powerchair,
sidewalk helicopter pilot midget.
Conehead, Beldar; soft-spot, itch it;
bicycle crown with a spinnable fidget,
Wee Todd Ed phở king of the pedo-xing,
cunnilinger your NAMbLA pickets elsewhere.
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
77 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd May 2022 8:40pm
22nd May 2022 8:40pm
Tractor Lecter
I'm a combine in a mouth,
a metal smile a mile wide;
tiney zombie horde of tractors
come to gobble up your ride.
Huffin' puffin' for your houses,
carbides gleaming in the tide;
waves of puss in green and yellow
Holland/John Deere- checkered slide,
got my Slings & Arrow sprouts,
the beast cannot be satisfied.
Drink the blood in oil stout,
hot liquid iron reels inside.
You're the fly and I'm the spider;
it's a game of I spied.
Smell your brains a' pukin' out
at halogen a million eyes?!
Formaldehyde's what...
a metal smile a mile wide;
tiney zombie horde of tractors
come to gobble up your ride.
Huffin' puffin' for your houses,
carbides gleaming in the tide;
waves of puss in green and yellow
Holland/John Deere- checkered slide,
got my Slings & Arrow sprouts,
the beast cannot be satisfied.
Drink the blood in oil stout,
hot liquid iron reels inside.
You're the fly and I'm the spider;
it's a game of I spied.
Smell your brains a' pukin' out
at halogen a million eyes?!
Formaldehyde's what...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
103 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Apr 2022 8:50pm
19th Apr 2022 8:50pm
Stacy Montagúe
I met a Stacy Sibyl Montagúe:
metal spray-in
hairdo and tattoos.
She made me rock the manger
(step-sister, Latter-danger);
I made assistant manager by 2.
I found metastasis, so I knew
that we were going places,
stuck in her cystic over-easy glue.
Set in every faceless, chased-
expression, you could taste it!
Man, she gave me such a raging clue.
She fired all her aces,
dick-teased her axe to bassist;
loading me with ice-cold thoughts to chew.
Behind the hot oasis,
our base pairs, jumping bases, ...
metal spray-in
hairdo and tattoos.
She made me rock the manger
(step-sister, Latter-danger);
I made assistant manager by 2.
I found metastasis, so I knew
that we were going places,
stuck in her cystic over-easy glue.
Set in every faceless, chased-
expression, you could taste it!
Man, she gave me such a raging clue.
She fired all her aces,
dick-teased her axe to bassist;
loading me with ice-cold thoughts to chew.
Behind the hot oasis,
our base pairs, jumping bases, ...
#monsters
95 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Dec 2021 7:58pm
15th Dec 2021 7:58pm
Miss Doublemint Visqueen
Dirty dishes do my laundry
down the chute in vanilla-ice cream.
Cloudy swishes, sudsy sundae;
hot jacuzzi, clear-umbrella swat team.
Tick tag-toed and I'll see you next Tuesday,
over-boiled and raining soft steam.
Wanna catch me? Be there Monday.
I'm in the bag earmarked "Dry Clean".
down the chute in vanilla-ice cream.
Cloudy swishes, sudsy sundae;
hot jacuzzi, clear-umbrella swat team.
Tick tag-toed and I'll see you next Tuesday,
over-boiled and raining soft steam.
Wanna catch me? Be there Monday.
I'm in the bag earmarked "Dry Clean".
#monsters
164 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2021 1:48am
12th Dec 2021 1:48am
Hey, Zealousy.
#monsters
105 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 12:34pm
7th Aug 2021 12:34pm
Enemy Acclaimed Urinal
#monsters
200 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 9:48am
5th Aug 2021 9:48am
Refractions That Jack Built
#monsters
208 reads
5 Comments
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