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
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
715 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 00:46am
30th Jun 2016 00:46am
Indigenous
1482 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 00:40am
30th Jun 2016 00:40am
If I said I was a rapper...
I'm trying to stack my paper
like trying to write my thesis
if I said I was a rapper
how many would believe this
served you up free samples
trying to see who it appeases
but you grabbed your forks and knives
tried to slice me to pieces
but that fish and bread ain't spread
I never said I was Jesus
brought me empty plates, threw them,
broke them all into pieces
so deuces, I'm saying peace
I'm useless or so it seems
I prove this by what you've seen
but you just see half the scene
I'm looping a stupid dream
I'm choosing to lose...
like trying to write my thesis
if I said I was a rapper
how many would believe this
served you up free samples
trying to see who it appeases
but you grabbed your forks and knives
tried to slice me to pieces
but that fish and bread ain't spread
I never said I was Jesus
brought me empty plates, threw them,
broke them all into pieces
so deuces, I'm saying peace
I'm useless or so it seems
I prove this by what you've seen
but you just see half the scene
I'm looping a stupid dream
I'm choosing to lose...
686 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 4:44pm
29th Jun 2016 4:44pm
Static
Watch me interfere with something spiritual
creating static so severe it’s
creeping in my inner ear so frequently
the frequency becomes pinnacle
to fabrication of my miniscule
musings of individual new things
to which i’m integral
it’s pitiful
My saliva oozing in truth but it's always
Minimal
Protect my brain with the thinnest skull
At least I thought so but the padlocks
have never been seen at all
and it seems I've grown into a new phase of distraction
Leaving me comatose in traction
you live new lives in Space
fools...
creating static so severe it’s
creeping in my inner ear so frequently
the frequency becomes pinnacle
to fabrication of my miniscule
musings of individual new things
to which i’m integral
it’s pitiful
My saliva oozing in truth but it's always
Minimal
Protect my brain with the thinnest skull
At least I thought so but the padlocks
have never been seen at all
and it seems I've grown into a new phase of distraction
Leaving me comatose in traction
you live new lives in Space
fools...
619 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 4:32pm
29th Jun 2016 4:32pm
Everyday Suicide
I'm just trying to get high
Everyday suicide
Gotta kill my mind
Before I lose it this rhyme
And if you feel my vibe
It means I'm still alive
And my will to survive
Is more luck than skill and it's fine
Cause who gives a fuck about me except mine
Welcome to me in my prime
One foot in the grave and the other one flying
Give two shits about the future, this moment is fire
While you bitch about who use ya so ya goin and cryin
Just know the breath that you holding is mine
My eyes are golden so the world's I'm unfolding are glowing
The...
Everyday suicide
Gotta kill my mind
Before I lose it this rhyme
And if you feel my vibe
It means I'm still alive
And my will to survive
Is more luck than skill and it's fine
Cause who gives a fuck about me except mine
Welcome to me in my prime
One foot in the grave and the other one flying
Give two shits about the future, this moment is fire
While you bitch about who use ya so ya goin and cryin
Just know the breath that you holding is mine
My eyes are golden so the world's I'm unfolding are glowing
The...
945 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Jun 2016 5:59am
29th Jun 2016 5:59am
Hey you...
Hey you. It's been a minute. I would have wrote you sooner, but I've just been busy. You know me, always working, even if I don't have a job. It's taken me a while to get it together, and I've almost got the kids all covered with health, school, dental... all the things that you always handled. I used to think you didn't trust me with these things, but today, after the weeks of phone calls and paperwork and still trying to spend time with them, I see that you did it because it was hard, and you didn't want me to have to stress out. And because you loved these kids! I am growing strong, I...
870 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 7:17pm
28th Jun 2016 7:17pm
4 a.m. watermelon
Approach me standing in a daze,
trying to remember why I'm yelling,
and remember me to summers with Munchman and clan,
4 a.m. watermelon,
damn I can smell em,
tell em forgive me for just groovin to the tune of the laughter of a couple of choosey tricks,
cause mama knew she was thick,
like the juice that dripped down her chin when she stopped from her chewing to spit,
and my blood ran hot,
beating about as angry as any blood or crips,
but I wear my flag on the inside,
red and blue in the hue but it mixed,
swimming purple in my veins, ...
trying to remember why I'm yelling,
and remember me to summers with Munchman and clan,
4 a.m. watermelon,
damn I can smell em,
tell em forgive me for just groovin to the tune of the laughter of a couple of choosey tricks,
cause mama knew she was thick,
like the juice that dripped down her chin when she stopped from her chewing to spit,
and my blood ran hot,
beating about as angry as any blood or crips,
but I wear my flag on the inside,
red and blue in the hue but it mixed,
swimming purple in my veins, ...
897 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 5:07pm
28th Jun 2016 5:07pm
Uevoli and the legend of the 3eyed smiley
He rose to his feet,
his soul so cold he knows if he breathes
through his nose he will freeze,
wondering if the black hole of his soul can control
all the tolls of his lonely disease,
but the loneliness holds,
and he tries to control what you see
by showing his teeth,
as his grin grows his eyes glaze
and they glow with the heat,
but he won't let you know that it stings,
and he sits alone in the breeze.
Hidden somewhere in the cloves she sleeps,
till his breath reached her petals
as she arose as a rose through the leaves,
while she...
his soul so cold he knows if he breathes
through his nose he will freeze,
wondering if the black hole of his soul can control
all the tolls of his lonely disease,
but the loneliness holds,
and he tries to control what you see
by showing his teeth,
as his grin grows his eyes glaze
and they glow with the heat,
but he won't let you know that it stings,
and he sits alone in the breeze.
Hidden somewhere in the cloves she sleeps,
till his breath reached her petals
as she arose as a rose through the leaves,
while she...
608 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 3:41am
28th Jun 2016 3:41am
The opiate king
I am the dream of the ancient opiate king,
as he sweats in his room full of steam,
rolling smoke by the ream,
and by chance in his trance,
he has happened on me,
without understanding,
why my fingers keep tapping the
light that emits from the thing that I know
as a screen,
to him a magical thing,
such sorcery a conjure of fiends
and demons that he fears will rush
in around his round pillow plush,
in contrast to the square pillows of my time,
as he lays out with his concubines,
and he wonders where are mine,
and...
as he sweats in his room full of steam,
rolling smoke by the ream,
and by chance in his trance,
he has happened on me,
without understanding,
why my fingers keep tapping the
light that emits from the thing that I know
as a screen,
to him a magical thing,
such sorcery a conjure of fiends
and demons that he fears will rush
in around his round pillow plush,
in contrast to the square pillows of my time,
as he lays out with his concubines,
and he wonders where are mine,
and...
673 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 10:45pm
27th Jun 2016 10:45pm
They know
wing spans expand
they’re torn but they fly
you can’t see their hurt
the only sores are in their eyes
but this is just another morning
no mourning, just normal demise
eyelids leaking
but these aint tears
you’d know cause they pour when they cry
salty feelings got them holding em dry
partly seeking, partly give a fuck if they survive
each day they yawn and calmly don their morning disguise
a happy shiny face for the crass that might pass them right by
each day a torment
each night they hang a new adornment
the tangle of their angles...
they’re torn but they fly
you can’t see their hurt
the only sores are in their eyes
but this is just another morning
no mourning, just normal demise
eyelids leaking
but these aint tears
you’d know cause they pour when they cry
salty feelings got them holding em dry
partly seeking, partly give a fuck if they survive
each day they yawn and calmly don their morning disguise
a happy shiny face for the crass that might pass them right by
each day a torment
each night they hang a new adornment
the tangle of their angles...
687 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 12:29pm
27th Jun 2016 12:29pm
The booth
in the booth where she sits
my vision stays glued to the curves of her shoulder
internally gushing over how her tube top fits
with the hue of her skin and I’m pulled in transfixed
according to my focus she’s the only force in the room
her gravity having me over and over but she never knew about it
my eyes still tracing the form of her face as it shifts
as if in mental macro I imagine an extreme close up
so I can see the shade of the color that she use on her lips
and for a brief second our eyes connect and my universe flips
but I...
my vision stays glued to the curves of her shoulder
internally gushing over how her tube top fits
with the hue of her skin and I’m pulled in transfixed
according to my focus she’s the only force in the room
her gravity having me over and over but she never knew about it
my eyes still tracing the form of her face as it shifts
as if in mental macro I imagine an extreme close up
so I can see the shade of the color that she use on her lips
and for a brief second our eyes connect and my universe flips
but I...
716 reads
4 Comments
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