Submissions by beanbandit (Unfate the death shaman)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In a half dead state, maybe comatose, I sorta chose this type of life over an overdose, and notice ghosts of a past that almost no one knows, except for maybe through a poets prose...
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 5:13pm
10th Jul 2016 5:13pm
I ain't the hulk
I ain't the hulk
But I can tell the bulk of you
Wouldn't like me mad
And I ain't even as frightening as
The bark of your breath
I said bark like,
Dog I say it might be bad
Cause it's very apparent
You just laid up in the bed
Of your parents
And spent the whole day
Biting ass
I come up with this
Quick spit shit
Like lightning fast
I got a lot of names
I guess one of them might be dad
Ask your mom
Cause you got a lot of brothers and sisters
And to be honest
There might be halves
I guess i must have just ...
But I can tell the bulk of you
Wouldn't like me mad
And I ain't even as frightening as
The bark of your breath
I said bark like,
Dog I say it might be bad
Cause it's very apparent
You just laid up in the bed
Of your parents
And spent the whole day
Biting ass
I come up with this
Quick spit shit
Like lightning fast
I got a lot of names
I guess one of them might be dad
Ask your mom
Cause you got a lot of brothers and sisters
And to be honest
There might be halves
I guess i must have just ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 12:54pm
10th Jul 2016 12:54pm
Coffee
I caught a feeling this morning
when my soul showed up
had me some sympathy for the coffee
that I poured in my cup
like I, it was cold, it was bitter
and it was never enough
not quite stale, no,
though it was yesterdays stuff
stronger than the porcelain
that held it while it came with brunch
not your average cup of joe
or maybe so,
cause it goes down tough
and pain is sugar, so I gave it
more than a couple lumps
but it’s coffee, man, COFFEE
glorious stuff
so give it a minute with the mic
it might just warm my gut
or...
when my soul showed up
had me some sympathy for the coffee
that I poured in my cup
like I, it was cold, it was bitter
and it was never enough
not quite stale, no,
though it was yesterdays stuff
stronger than the porcelain
that held it while it came with brunch
not your average cup of joe
or maybe so,
cause it goes down tough
and pain is sugar, so I gave it
more than a couple lumps
but it’s coffee, man, COFFEE
glorious stuff
so give it a minute with the mic
it might just warm my gut
or...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 5:53am
10th Jul 2016 5:53am
Come and be unsafe with me
come and be unsafe with me
fuck my life up
rolling in these tapestries
what’s in my cup
could put you out a day or three
can never find enough
how much can I take with ease
depends on my plugs
long as I don’t have to pay for these
everybody has to face the fees
but you could come and be unsafe with me
you think it’s easy to write rhymes and laugh
because the process only shows you half
you will never see the pain inside
most of it ain’t mine
I couldn’t even show you if I lied
trust me, I’ve tried
but I’ve been beaten...
fuck my life up
rolling in these tapestries
what’s in my cup
could put you out a day or three
can never find enough
how much can I take with ease
depends on my plugs
long as I don’t have to pay for these
everybody has to face the fees
but you could come and be unsafe with me
you think it’s easy to write rhymes and laugh
because the process only shows you half
you will never see the pain inside
most of it ain’t mine
I couldn’t even show you if I lied
trust me, I’ve tried
but I’ve been beaten...
658 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 2:49am
10th Jul 2016 2:49am
The heart of war
This is the heart of war
gave too many fucks
now there are no more
picking mine apart
to find what part is sore
now I'm sitting in a puddle
blood and guts on the floor
Kinda funny how it turns out it's just me
good man exterior
hides the bad guy deeply
and this I know is true
because she can't see me
such a beautiful soul, had to have her,
my lover
she saw good guy to father to asshole
to brother
stuck in the ultimate friend zone
shucked from the intimate
make love?
Heck No... ...
gave too many fucks
now there are no more
picking mine apart
to find what part is sore
now I'm sitting in a puddle
blood and guts on the floor
Kinda funny how it turns out it's just me
good man exterior
hides the bad guy deeply
and this I know is true
because she can't see me
such a beautiful soul, had to have her,
my lover
she saw good guy to father to asshole
to brother
stuck in the ultimate friend zone
shucked from the intimate
make love?
Heck No... ...
663 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 3:27pm
9th Jul 2016 3:27pm
peace of mind
It seems that I've
been stuck in the search for a light
so convinced that the pitch
is much thicker than night
trying to feed you a line
like all you needed was
a little peace of mind
but how convincing am I
if it seems that I can't even find
a small piece of mine
and I care that you know
that I'm trying
cause if I can keep on walking
the rocky road
with bloody toes
just to smooth it for you
you'll be fine
been stuck in the search for a light
so convinced that the pitch
is much thicker than night
trying to feed you a line
like all you needed was
a little peace of mind
but how convincing am I
if it seems that I can't even find
a small piece of mine
and I care that you know
that I'm trying
cause if I can keep on walking
the rocky road
with bloody toes
just to smooth it for you
you'll be fine
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 2:46pm
9th Jul 2016 2:46pm
Uncommon
uncommon in wanton, instead of coins,
i’m casting my doubts in the fountain,
I can only hope my wishes have found them,
then I realize that it’s my doubts doing the founding,
oh, my word...
what have I done...
i’m casting my doubts in the fountain,
I can only hope my wishes have found them,
then I realize that it’s my doubts doing the founding,
oh, my word...
what have I done...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 3:03am
9th Jul 2016 3:03am
Center
standing in the center
he couldn’t tell if the weather was wetter where the clouds were unfettered
or if he was standing in the eye and that was the reason why
for the part in the storm torn between the thoughts that made him want to cry
as rain started to pour
made him scream in his heart that I am a part of this storm
but apart from forlorn was a sense of sudden bliss
cleansed of the dirt in his mind were all the parts that the suds had just missed
shaken by his thoughts he realized even the soap isn’t as frothy as this
soaked in misery as he softens...
he couldn’t tell if the weather was wetter where the clouds were unfettered
or if he was standing in the eye and that was the reason why
for the part in the storm torn between the thoughts that made him want to cry
as rain started to pour
made him scream in his heart that I am a part of this storm
but apart from forlorn was a sense of sudden bliss
cleansed of the dirt in his mind were all the parts that the suds had just missed
shaken by his thoughts he realized even the soap isn’t as frothy as this
soaked in misery as he softens...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 11:37pm
8th Jul 2016 11:37pm
High score
now I’m gonna play the game like I’m tryin to get the high score
mind warped like I been in a divine war
eyes sore
you shoulda seen the shit that I saw
I soar
I’d only hit the top if I fall
my lord
you wouldn’t think that I could die more
I say my lord
but the voice is mine inside my mind, whoa
so hell or high water I go
pick up the paddle, I row
I’m just out here finding my flow
and I can probably help you find yours
climbing the ladder
while my knuckles drag on pine floors
I’m going nuts
plus bolts sealant and gaskets...
mind warped like I been in a divine war
eyes sore
you shoulda seen the shit that I saw
I soar
I’d only hit the top if I fall
my lord
you wouldn’t think that I could die more
I say my lord
but the voice is mine inside my mind, whoa
so hell or high water I go
pick up the paddle, I row
I’m just out here finding my flow
and I can probably help you find yours
climbing the ladder
while my knuckles drag on pine floors
I’m going nuts
plus bolts sealant and gaskets...
585 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 3:29pm
8th Jul 2016 3:29pm
Kundilini
Tears fell from my eyes
the day the Martian Kundalini died
all my emotions far from surprise
as I found that I held the key to the lies
no heart could ever be heavier than mine
see, I was the one who opened the portal wide
my foolish mind
fed into the hubris that I could heal and revive
as equals in the universe I assured
that surely we deserved to survive
heart burning from the Martians cries
we would descend from the heavens
toward Earth to reside
taking the children as beloved brides
but when I, the Tau Cetian, and the Martians...
the day the Martian Kundalini died
all my emotions far from surprise
as I found that I held the key to the lies
no heart could ever be heavier than mine
see, I was the one who opened the portal wide
my foolish mind
fed into the hubris that I could heal and revive
as equals in the universe I assured
that surely we deserved to survive
heart burning from the Martians cries
we would descend from the heavens
toward Earth to reside
taking the children as beloved brides
but when I, the Tau Cetian, and the Martians...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 4:51am
8th Jul 2016 4:51am
Speak like they do
He thought
I wanna speak like they do
he didn't look like them
and he knew they knew
when they called out to him
Like "Hey you, little guy,"
But sometimes vocal chords
betray you
And it's the words themselves
that stay glued
Until he learned the sounds
that they used
Strange tunes
The first song he learned
was "why"
And their answer was
"To play, fool"
so foolishly
he played too
And his tongue
made his word to
stay smooth
His second verse
was "how do I"...
I wanna speak like they do
he didn't look like them
and he knew they knew
when they called out to him
Like "Hey you, little guy,"
But sometimes vocal chords
betray you
And it's the words themselves
that stay glued
Until he learned the sounds
that they used
Strange tunes
The first song he learned
was "why"
And their answer was
"To play, fool"
so foolishly
he played too
And his tongue
made his word to
stay smooth
His second verse
was "how do I"...
536 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 3:16am
8th Jul 2016 3:16am
Much less myself
Sorry folks,
I don’t mean to bug thee,
with another sappy poem about how
happy love be,
I told you before
I don’t hide my ugly
but Imma make it clear
and simple
my loves mean,
I say nasty things,
think unhappy thoughts,
sold you hooks full of lies,
and if you bit you bought,
so know the shit I talk,
leaves my heart full of cavities,
cause the words are sweet
to hide the bitterness I have in me,
so excuse me if you thought
that I held you special,
cause if that’s what you’re looking for
go find that other fellow...
I don’t mean to bug thee,
with another sappy poem about how
happy love be,
I told you before
I don’t hide my ugly
but Imma make it clear
and simple
my loves mean,
I say nasty things,
think unhappy thoughts,
sold you hooks full of lies,
and if you bit you bought,
so know the shit I talk,
leaves my heart full of cavities,
cause the words are sweet
to hide the bitterness I have in me,
so excuse me if you thought
that I held you special,
cause if that’s what you’re looking for
go find that other fellow...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 5:52pm
7th Jul 2016 5:52pm
Breathe
Breathe in
watch ticks, wrist drips
candle flame licks life
leave slits
brief flicks
snapshots
last stop
tip the tumbler
glass shatters
gulp shot
have another
gonna run away
breathe out
hits that spot
for the numb
or the dumb
if not for the funner day
gotta have it
got a habit
like one a day
return
one day we turn
to love the way we burn
at least
that's what the Sun'll say
and some'll say
the same shit
until their
skull is frayed
but me
Im'ma play
the record backward...
watch ticks, wrist drips
candle flame licks life
leave slits
brief flicks
snapshots
last stop
tip the tumbler
glass shatters
gulp shot
have another
gonna run away
breathe out
hits that spot
for the numb
or the dumb
if not for the funner day
gotta have it
got a habit
like one a day
return
one day we turn
to love the way we burn
at least
that's what the Sun'll say
and some'll say
the same shit
until their
skull is frayed
but me
Im'ma play
the record backward...
530 reads
4 Comments
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