Submissions by arortiz73 (MTP)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I'm a modern shade of the Marquis de Sade. I come to massacre the masquerade for the meta-god. A melodic marauder of the maud maiden, and molester of the melancholic maven; malodorous malaise of the morose melanogaster to master tasteless poetaster.
DARK POEM
Published
Today 5:21am
Today 5:21am
The Sounds of Sirens
The darkness radiates inverse.
In stark contrast, we wait the worst.
Infarction instigates a curse, while
barking sirens send the hearse.
Hark the cross-hairs interspersed.
The shark's the game the hammer's nursed.
Imploding brain or bulwark burst,
clock you sights, who shoots whom first?
Mark your hunger and your thirst,
then park the loss in Reaper's purse.
As quarks puncture, blackholes work:
withdrawn across the universe.
Validating voidal murk,
the darkness radiates inverse.
In stark contrast, we wait...
In stark contrast, we wait the worst.
Infarction instigates a curse, while
barking sirens send the hearse.
Hark the cross-hairs interspersed.
The shark's the game the hammer's nursed.
Imploding brain or bulwark burst,
clock you sights, who shoots whom first?
Mark your hunger and your thirst,
then park the loss in Reaper's purse.
As quarks puncture, blackholes work:
withdrawn across the universe.
Validating voidal murk,
the darkness radiates inverse.
In stark contrast, we wait...
#death
#despair
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2021 4:50am
14th May 2021 4:50am
Windfall
Knight is swollen.
The beast has won
a head crestfall
in foreign tongue.
The ears bleed on
then wrap the doll
in pollen bare and
cryptic scrawl. Un
done before the mid
night sun. All fair,
the beast has won.
The beast has won
a head crestfall
in foreign tongue.
The ears bleed on
then wrap the doll
in pollen bare and
cryptic scrawl. Un
done before the mid
night sun. All fair,
the beast has won.
#monsters
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2021 1:52am
14th May 2021 1:52am
Her History
His hearse story was her history.
She wrecked him, and hysterectomy's
how she left him. An asshole,
burrows long into her years.
A rear-end won't ever mend
the rust resultant of the tears.
She said, "had he stayed a dick to me,
it would have happened appendectomy.
I only have one fear, I'll never get to share
the sear of being worser for the wear."
And she borrows... wreckage from the pit.
Abandoned only justifies her feelings of regret,
in the sorrow, tomorrow never sets.
She may be leaving for today,
bu the tree is all...
She wrecked him, and hysterectomy's
how she left him. An asshole,
burrows long into her years.
A rear-end won't ever mend
the rust resultant of the tears.
She said, "had he stayed a dick to me,
it would have happened appendectomy.
I only have one fear, I'll never get to share
the sear of being worser for the wear."
And she borrows... wreckage from the pit.
Abandoned only justifies her feelings of regret,
in the sorrow, tomorrow never sets.
She may be leaving for today,
bu the tree is all...
#monsters
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2021 5:41pm
13th May 2021 5:41pm
The Ache Is Not Enough
The gears are starting to slip from grinding too much.
The engine's over-revving, we've burned up the clutch.
The tire won't grip from the main bearing drip.
The output shaft is stripped and the chain is going to rip.
When I said take control, I should have put you behind me.
"Remind me again why the whining sound's there,"
"To oscillate the wind, so we can fly blindly."
"But an acre's not enough,"
you cough, "The horizon's so shiny!"
"And how does the needle get buried in a redline so tiny?"
The seat's wet and your shirt's off, so this must...
The engine's over-revving, we've burned up the clutch.
The tire won't grip from the main bearing drip.
The output shaft is stripped and the chain is going to rip.
When I said take control, I should have put you behind me.
"Remind me again why the whining sound's there,"
"To oscillate the wind, so we can fly blindly."
"But an acre's not enough,"
you cough, "The horizon's so shiny!"
"And how does the needle get buried in a redline so tiny?"
The seat's wet and your shirt's off, so this must...
#monsters
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2021 4:19am
13th May 2021 4:19am
Corvid Canteen
Our brain's a complaining monstrosity.
It strains from maintaining porosity.
A horror dungeon of grunge,
that's hung like a sponge,
and poor us, it's draino trained prosody.
Eating grains to gain in viscosity.
'Meats stains and feigns luminosity.
Treats curmudgeonly grudge
with sweet bludgeonous nudge,
and sledges sludge in disposed adiposity.
More insane than slur-slang for verb paucity:
eschew effete sprain error-plain travelocity.
If you're pungent some Mange
come plunge into strange...
SARS caw-fuck a...
It strains from maintaining porosity.
A horror dungeon of grunge,
that's hung like a sponge,
and poor us, it's draino trained prosody.
Eating grains to gain in viscosity.
'Meats stains and feigns luminosity.
Treats curmudgeonly grudge
with sweet bludgeonous nudge,
and sledges sludge in disposed adiposity.
More insane than slur-slang for verb paucity:
eschew effete sprain error-plain travelocity.
If you're pungent some Mange
come plunge into strange...
SARS caw-fuck a...
#monsters
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STORY POEM
Published
12th May 2021 8:54pm
12th May 2021 8:54pm
Iconic Substandard
Ironic how common a metal...
can mettle its weakened rigidity,
and tensile mid-weakness flexible
like a special rare-earth amenity.
If words are swords minus steel,
then much more'd make little less
of a difference in subsequent feel
to mix and shine such letters "SS".
can mettle its weakened rigidity,
and tensile mid-weakness flexible
like a special rare-earth amenity.
If words are swords minus steel,
then much more'd make little less
of a difference in subsequent feel
to mix and shine such letters "SS".
#inspirational
#boredom
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2021 7:04pm
12th May 2021 7:04pm
Ad Mired Memory
Mismarked
medications
make my ladies'
mild masturbations
McMiracle milktations,
and menopausal menstrations;
Mars mutation, metastatic mastication,
memory lacerations and mystic meditation
complete with comorbidities. Not to mention,
no-martyr Mother Marys may cause castration.
medications
make my ladies'
mild masturbations
McMiracle milktations,
and menopausal menstrations;
Mars mutation, metastatic mastication,
memory lacerations and mystic meditation
complete with comorbidities. Not to mention,
no-martyr Mother Marys may cause castration.
#monsters
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2021 4:24am
12th May 2021 4:24am
Cover Clover
Hover, cover-clover
above Cove Oven-Stover.
Shove lover-of
in woven glove,
and trove
the Hoover-Rover.
Hover, cover-clover,
move the plover louver lower.
Prove your love
of the coven dove
to the grover groove,
Ben Dover.
above Cove Oven-Stover.
Shove lover-of
in woven glove,
and trove
the Hoover-Rover.
Hover, cover-clover,
move the plover louver lower.
Prove your love
of the coven dove
to the grover groove,
Ben Dover.
#monsters
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2021 6:25pm
11th May 2021 6:25pm
It's A Boy!
Heaven’s a place that’s wherever you are.
Hell is a theme park that’s not quite as far.
With convenient locations for quick strangulations,
close your eyes with your dick out the car.
In the dream, the boot can’t be moved.
Learn to scream how your point nearly proved...
nothing finds that equations earn new salutations:
star of street, hoof of horn and cigar.
Hell is a theme park that’s not quite as far.
With convenient locations for quick strangulations,
close your eyes with your dick out the car.
In the dream, the boot can’t be moved.
Learn to scream how your point nearly proved...
nothing finds that equations earn new salutations:
star of street, hoof of horn and cigar.
#monsters
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th May 2021 3:35am
10th May 2021 3:35am
NEXT TIME, YOU TAKE THE KIDS.
Amputated dragonflies doing back-bends off Pond Falls.
Travel brochures, child safety restraints, airbags and all.
Sewer smiles light the long way down. See the sights?!
Happy windshield-wiper wake up call! Some vacation,
now that the sounds of patience finally hit the wall.
Hang on tight! Some children never shut the fuck up.
Travel brochures, child safety restraints, airbags and all.
Sewer smiles light the long way down. See the sights?!
Happy windshield-wiper wake up call! Some vacation,
now that the sounds of patience finally hit the wall.
Hang on tight! Some children never shut the fuck up.
#children
#family
#holiday
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2021 7:56pm
7th May 2021 7:56pm
4 Season's Greetings
For welfare checks and royal blows,
from purple slots to icy floes, a rhino's
where the hen glows 'til the cock crows.
In a rain dance: she throws her clothes,
mows well-fed lawns (she never slows),
she beats the Bose, and the palace snows.
At a doe-eyed TEN and ten NoDoz
...is right when I suppose I rose.
I paid to come, so proud it goes!
Via grain and feathered boas was a grinner,
lady-lucky winner, not getting thinner;
the coin stuck in her and the lever froze!
With the pen she writes then wipes her nose ...
from purple slots to icy floes, a rhino's
where the hen glows 'til the cock crows.
In a rain dance: she throws her clothes,
mows well-fed lawns (she never slows),
she beats the Bose, and the palace snows.
At a doe-eyed TEN and ten NoDoz
...is right when I suppose I rose.
I paid to come, so proud it goes!
Via grain and feathered boas was a grinner,
lady-lucky winner, not getting thinner;
the coin stuck in her and the lever froze!
With the pen she writes then wipes her nose ...
#winter
#monsters
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