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...
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 2:50pm
3rd Jul 2016 2:50pm
ghetto genius(written 1999 or 2000, i don’t nemember)
Dwelling in the backwards glance
of a moving target
i prance demanding ransom
in cash like i'm retarded
my life's been martyred
i clash with pasts i keep
heavily guarded
consolidated and okayed it
in a dead state to myself elated
dearly departed
but alive cause the
world could dream us
with two hot heaters
four bags of dope and
a six inch penis
come hear the screams
of a broken ghetto genius
release of anger
on an unsuspecting stranger
your lifes in danger
feel the kiss of a loaded chamber
of a moving target
i prance demanding ransom
in cash like i'm retarded
my life's been martyred
i clash with pasts i keep
heavily guarded
consolidated and okayed it
in a dead state to myself elated
dearly departed
but alive cause the
world could dream us
with two hot heaters
four bags of dope and
a six inch penis
come hear the screams
of a broken ghetto genius
release of anger
on an unsuspecting stranger
your lifes in danger
feel the kiss of a loaded chamber
753 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 2:43pm
3rd Jul 2016 2:43pm
Pink eye
712 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 5:51am
3rd Jul 2016 5:51am
Bottle rockets
these used to be bottle rockets
that we held in our hands
take a lighter
light the fuse
wait a few…
then BAM
off they zoomed
some of us pointed them at each other
we were the courageous few
but the others hid their faces
somehow they just knew
those bottle rockets...
yeah
such flames they would spew
the way they gave chase
shaped the way that our face
would change like the games
that we played as we grew
like how we used to stack brick blocks
now on the blocks we stack bricks
I’ll never get caught
“too smart...
that we held in our hands
take a lighter
light the fuse
wait a few…
then BAM
off they zoomed
some of us pointed them at each other
we were the courageous few
but the others hid their faces
somehow they just knew
those bottle rockets...
yeah
such flames they would spew
the way they gave chase
shaped the way that our face
would change like the games
that we played as we grew
like how we used to stack brick blocks
now on the blocks we stack bricks
I’ll never get caught
“too smart...
766 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2016 5:32am
3rd Jul 2016 5:32am
Listen
listen
This is my life blood
mixing in with these scriptures
providing the pictures
of serpents leading church
in inscriptions
deceptive descriptions
of a hidden past
masked in encryption
that package our souls
in mind control and then
entrap us in prisons
make us feed on hollow dreams
and then smack us
for wishin
an act of provision
that keeps us from
clockin math on the systems
they want us to multiply
so they can have their division
and that's where i fit in
laughing as the last of the prisms
an awkward...
This is my life blood
mixing in with these scriptures
providing the pictures
of serpents leading church
in inscriptions
deceptive descriptions
of a hidden past
masked in encryption
that package our souls
in mind control and then
entrap us in prisons
make us feed on hollow dreams
and then smack us
for wishin
an act of provision
that keeps us from
clockin math on the systems
they want us to multiply
so they can have their division
and that's where i fit in
laughing as the last of the prisms
an awkward...
855 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 4:31am
2nd Jul 2016 4:31am
Leeches
The leeches in the tap water
Have left it running on again
The ghettos shoot the slugs
To rush in rinsing off their salty skin
All of this foolish folly
Is probably just the fault of pens
So ever since the day that “Atlas Shrugged”
I’ve been John Galt-ing them
We are not the puppets
It’s the government who brought them in
My mind is My mind
So if I mine mine
It’s not for grins
If I flare it on the alter
I might alter what I’ve ought to been
But who receives the offering?
Seems like corporate welfare is an awful sin
I don’t...
Have left it running on again
The ghettos shoot the slugs
To rush in rinsing off their salty skin
All of this foolish folly
Is probably just the fault of pens
So ever since the day that “Atlas Shrugged”
I’ve been John Galt-ing them
We are not the puppets
It’s the government who brought them in
My mind is My mind
So if I mine mine
It’s not for grins
If I flare it on the alter
I might alter what I’ve ought to been
But who receives the offering?
Seems like corporate welfare is an awful sin
I don’t...
665 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2016 4:28am
2nd Jul 2016 4:28am
All's said and come
Stay awake till I’m bored at eleven
like I’m sick of all the mortal fun
plus I never been bright but I’m short of dumb
shot myself in the brain with a portal gun
shot the other end into the cold cold sun
thought that it would make me feel but I’m oh so numb
saw singularity as we formed as one
then division hit my vision that’s mitosis son
told the nucleus that I was where the soul was from
then he split and all of a sudden we were some
saw all the atoms I could fathom were all lifeless spun
in my web of consciousness and I was this energy on the...
like I’m sick of all the mortal fun
plus I never been bright but I’m short of dumb
shot myself in the brain with a portal gun
shot the other end into the cold cold sun
thought that it would make me feel but I’m oh so numb
saw singularity as we formed as one
then division hit my vision that’s mitosis son
told the nucleus that I was where the soul was from
then he split and all of a sudden we were some
saw all the atoms I could fathom were all lifeless spun
in my web of consciousness and I was this energy on the...
659 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 5:05am
1st Jul 2016 5:05am
Candles by the mirror
Candles by the mirror
and the mirror’s by the bed
but the bed is in the kitchen
lord knows she’s getting fed
miserable little hoe teen
she’s out to get that protein
cheerleader with a jeer, no gleam
in her smile while she out shouting go team
but he’s out on the sidelines
teen little boy with divided minds
trying to powderize
the whole world before he dies again tonight
and, they think if they combine their cool
48 hours after meeting at the pool
refreshments will be provided by the fools
forever if they combine the drool
now...
and the mirror’s by the bed
but the bed is in the kitchen
lord knows she’s getting fed
miserable little hoe teen
she’s out to get that protein
cheerleader with a jeer, no gleam
in her smile while she out shouting go team
but he’s out on the sidelines
teen little boy with divided minds
trying to powderize
the whole world before he dies again tonight
and, they think if they combine their cool
48 hours after meeting at the pool
refreshments will be provided by the fools
forever if they combine the drool
now...
837 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 4:37am
1st Jul 2016 4:37am
Gone
This morning I woke up and you were gone…
No, that's wrong
this morning I woke up and you were never there
felt like I was missing something from my soul even though I couldn’t wrap my mind around what wasn't clear
tried racking my brain for memories
we never shared
but neither pain nor pleasure came
nor torrential rain
Not one shed tear
And usually i’m a 2 cent seer
Glue the hues of my views with
Everclear
but today there's no apparition of you in the mirror
So forgive me my shame
for my lack of visceral pain...
No, that's wrong
this morning I woke up and you were never there
felt like I was missing something from my soul even though I couldn’t wrap my mind around what wasn't clear
tried racking my brain for memories
we never shared
but neither pain nor pleasure came
nor torrential rain
Not one shed tear
And usually i’m a 2 cent seer
Glue the hues of my views with
Everclear
but today there's no apparition of you in the mirror
So forgive me my shame
for my lack of visceral pain...
931 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 8:51pm
30th Jun 2016 8:51pm
Out of my mind
I wanna see you out of my mind
Feed you a thousand rhymes
And take my time
In hopes that each one might sound divine
Delicacies from a clouded kind
And I’ve bound in mine
A certain je ne sais quoi
I hope you’ll find
To your liking I’m
Hyperventilating
Trying to take in each breath
The rest of me quaking
My person is shaking
Hoping you feel each line
And i’m open to peel till I’m rind
Hoping you feel how I grind
It rolls down the wheel of my spine
I know you can feel how it chimes
This blessed appeal...
Feed you a thousand rhymes
And take my time
In hopes that each one might sound divine
Delicacies from a clouded kind
And I’ve bound in mine
A certain je ne sais quoi
I hope you’ll find
To your liking I’m
Hyperventilating
Trying to take in each breath
The rest of me quaking
My person is shaking
Hoping you feel each line
And i’m open to peel till I’m rind
Hoping you feel how I grind
It rolls down the wheel of my spine
I know you can feel how it chimes
This blessed appeal...
754 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 8:32pm
30th Jun 2016 8:32pm
Mind sounds
This is how my mind sounds trying
Not to go bats too slow
Beat them fuckers down
'Til I'm only left with half a pole
And I ain't going out back no more
Too many days playing
Groundhog whack a mole
Been tilling since my back was sore
Instilling all my words in your dirt
I have no lack of those
But your dirt is deep I have to go
Grab a shovel, it's no trouble
I promise I'll be back before
You know it
I heard that we get one chance
At this life, I'm trying not to blow it
But I don't think I'll ever care
Fresher than a breath of...
Not to go bats too slow
Beat them fuckers down
'Til I'm only left with half a pole
And I ain't going out back no more
Too many days playing
Groundhog whack a mole
Been tilling since my back was sore
Instilling all my words in your dirt
I have no lack of those
But your dirt is deep I have to go
Grab a shovel, it's no trouble
I promise I'll be back before
You know it
I heard that we get one chance
At this life, I'm trying not to blow it
But I don't think I'll ever care
Fresher than a breath of...
579 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 11:40am
30th Jun 2016 11:40am
Smart guy
I wanna be a smart guy
I wanna deduce and decide
And reduce and arrive
At conclusions surprised
By the new that I’d find
And you’d be oh so proud
Of the new that I’d find
That you would confide
In this fusion of minds
Till the rules are defined
And my reviews are supplied
As the views of our kind
So everyone feels
As I do
Just one
time
I wanna deduce and decide
And reduce and arrive
At conclusions surprised
By the new that I’d find
And you’d be oh so proud
Of the new that I’d find
That you would confide
In this fusion of minds
Till the rules are defined
And my reviews are supplied
As the views of our kind
So everyone feels
As I do
Just one
time
673 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 11:32am
30th Jun 2016 11:32am
Hope for ennui
You don’t do what I do
You don’t see what I see
Why everybody around me wanna die
Including me
No answer talking to god
Now all I talk to is me
Quick to race against time
Leave me vacant in peace
Take a piece of my heart
Some’s bitter, breaking, diseased
Oh no the aching don’t cease
These words are hope for ennui
Maybe sorrow’s in my bowl
They say you are what you eat
But I can’t swallow my grief
They say starvation is cheap
But I’ve been cursed to survive
Why won’t they let me just sleep
You don’t see what I see
Why everybody around me wanna die
Including me
No answer talking to god
Now all I talk to is me
Quick to race against time
Leave me vacant in peace
Take a piece of my heart
Some’s bitter, breaking, diseased
Oh no the aching don’t cease
These words are hope for ennui
Maybe sorrow’s in my bowl
They say you are what you eat
But I can’t swallow my grief
They say starvation is cheap
But I’ve been cursed to survive
Why won’t they let me just sleep
706 reads
2 Comments
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