Submissions by bigdougsoutho
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a habitual line crosser with an uncensored and often degenerate mouth, so if I offend please, please accept my in advance apology and as always please don't be scared to critique brutally.
A Simple Machine
Sitting here in the basement
Nearly three am
Alone
Building another pulley
Out of scraps
Left over from a demolished floor
Hands ache like the wood
From a hundred years of weight
It’s nothing
Compared to the splinters
Perforating my heart
Still, I sit here a fool
Trying to rub away the flaws
Pumice stone wet with knuckle blood
If this one turns out perfect
It might somehow
Lift me up
Nearly three am
Alone
Building another pulley
Out of scraps
Left over from a demolished floor
Hands ache like the wood
From a hundred years of weight
It’s nothing
Compared to the splinters
Perforating my heart
Still, I sit here a fool
Trying to rub away the flaws
Pumice stone wet with knuckle blood
If this one turns out perfect
It might somehow
Lift me up
#heartbroken
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The Lady in the Dress
His head hung low under the pulsating water streaming from the shower. It was just warmer than icy, exactly what he needed to cool down from a day out in the sun and her image sintered into his head.
She was just a few feet away, loosely draped in a soft summer dress. The fabric seemed to be her lover. It caressed every feminine curve and sharp detail of her body.
Smiling like a razor, she let the sandals fall from her feet sliding back to recline on the bed. Her eyes were bright, almost predatory in the dimly lit hotel room.
“See you soon,” drifted slowly...
She was just a few feet away, loosely draped in a soft summer dress. The fabric seemed to be her lover. It caressed every feminine curve and sharp detail of her body.
Smiling like a razor, she let the sandals fall from her feet sliding back to recline on the bed. Her eyes were bright, almost predatory in the dimly lit hotel room.
“See you soon,” drifted slowly...
#betrayal
#violence
#abuse
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I bully me all of the time
I bully me all of the time
Like I‘m some kinda bitch
Face mask of muddy snot
Mouth full of bloody tears
Stop hit hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
Stop hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
I can’t stop, it feels good
The good kind of pain
So familiar and soothing
I don’t know how to stop
A raging version of me
My own disappointment
Smashed in the mirror
Mock me now punk
Stop hit hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
Stop hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
I can’t...
Like I‘m some kinda bitch
Face mask of muddy snot
Mouth full of bloody tears
Stop hit hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
Stop hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
I can’t stop, it feels good
The good kind of pain
So familiar and soothing
I don’t know how to stop
A raging version of me
My own disappointment
Smashed in the mirror
Mock me now punk
Stop hit hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
Stop hitting yourself
Hit yourself harder
I can’t...
#conflict
333 reads
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A Take on the Depersonalization and Desensitized Nature of the Human Asexual Sexual Experience Or Not Long from Now
as the birth of a new year nears
a holiday comes like none familiar
man pigs celebrate in lustful vigor
raw red their beer and latex slaves
unpacked from their closet crates
fitted with new silicone hymen kits
to make them feel like they are still men
Conveniently shipped in packs of ten
women long ago diverged from male
will dress in cloaks of blackened veil
standing Under stars they will attack
man Pigs who partake in these acts
with a blast of feminizing spray
sex dolls they will liberate
a holiday comes like none familiar
man pigs celebrate in lustful vigor
raw red their beer and latex slaves
unpacked from their closet crates
fitted with new silicone hymen kits
to make them feel like they are still men
Conveniently shipped in packs of ten
women long ago diverged from male
will dress in cloaks of blackened veil
standing Under stars they will attack
man Pigs who partake in these acts
with a blast of feminizing spray
sex dolls they will liberate
#sex
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Collisions
I can never forget the feelings of lovely
Stuffed in you when we were young
Bold lovers in a heartbeat race to shake
The world into pieces of molten stone
Your delicious silhouette laying down
A rhythm of slick skin drums, oh so
Intense with fiery intent, diving in
Flight, forever drowning in fusion hot
Collisions together like celestial fighters
Exchanging blows and moans and breaths
Urgent as lead we drift away as feathers in
The place where the Moon meets the stars
Stuffed in you when we were young
Bold lovers in a heartbeat race to shake
The world into pieces of molten stone
Your delicious silhouette laying down
A rhythm of slick skin drums, oh so
Intense with fiery intent, diving in
Flight, forever drowning in fusion hot
Collisions together like celestial fighters
Exchanging blows and moans and breaths
Urgent as lead we drift away as feathers in
The place where the Moon meets the stars
#love
#sexy
424 reads
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Sunday Morning Drive
Five am, calm like my mind
Set my sights on the road
Audience of stars in the sky
Don’t wanna let em down
So, I breathe in the fire
Mashing down hard on
The pedal on the right
Hear them horses roar
Rippin’ up two-seven-five
Thrown back in the seat
Cutting two lanes at a time
Speedo busts one-tewnty
Blowin’ by a black and white
Piggy seen me comin’
Gonna get me this time?
Better luck catchin’ doughnuts
So keep that ass sittin’ tight
If ya wanna keep some pride
Cause I hate to break it to ya...
Set my sights on the road
Audience of stars in the sky
Don’t wanna let em down
So, I breathe in the fire
Mashing down hard on
The pedal on the right
Hear them horses roar
Rippin’ up two-seven-five
Thrown back in the seat
Cutting two lanes at a time
Speedo busts one-tewnty
Blowin’ by a black and white
Piggy seen me comin’
Gonna get me this time?
Better luck catchin’ doughnuts
So keep that ass sittin’ tight
If ya wanna keep some pride
Cause I hate to break it to ya...
#escape
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Surrender of the Rains
When did it first shun the mirror?
Are those not it’s eyes
Black bagged blue
Sunken into its skull deep as broken heart treasure
Lost in silent denial?
Clearly it does not lie
The truth
Abandoned
In lieu of a false parable
A fairy tale of “Happy…”
Even after disaster
Oh, how it would like to believe it can end well
With her smiling
Dancing again
Without those fucking red shoes
But, it cuts it off at the throat
She won’t
It chokes
Swallowing the Sword of Truth
Sharp as lake sun...
Are those not it’s eyes
Black bagged blue
Sunken into its skull deep as broken heart treasure
Lost in silent denial?
Clearly it does not lie
The truth
Abandoned
In lieu of a false parable
A fairy tale of “Happy…”
Even after disaster
Oh, how it would like to believe it can end well
With her smiling
Dancing again
Without those fucking red shoes
But, it cuts it off at the throat
She won’t
It chokes
Swallowing the Sword of Truth
Sharp as lake sun...
#heartbroken
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I’ve
Been riding it for days
This demolition ride
Wrecking ball beats
Echo down my spine
Shattering my thoughts
Pounding all the time
Now my will is rubble
Don’t think I can survive
Crushed under the waves
It’s the suicide tide
Run away, run away
Go ahead and try
Run away, run away
Nowhere left to hide
Run away, run away
It’s the end of the line
Can’t run away
From the suicide tide
On a quicksand beach
Buried up to my eyes
I can see it coming
Swelling up to the sky
Raging like...
This demolition ride
Wrecking ball beats
Echo down my spine
Shattering my thoughts
Pounding all the time
Now my will is rubble
Don’t think I can survive
Crushed under the waves
It’s the suicide tide
Run away, run away
Go ahead and try
Run away, run away
Nowhere left to hide
Run away, run away
It’s the end of the line
Can’t run away
From the suicide tide
On a quicksand beach
Buried up to my eyes
I can see it coming
Swelling up to the sky
Raging like...
#sadness
#despair
#emptiness
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July 9, 2017
Immediately
Birdie knew something was wrong
The neighborhood was sick with sour milk
It tasted like atrocity
Black and white cruisers
In every alley, on every block
Cops throttled their steering wheels
Choking on sadness and horrified
Even the Jump-Out Boys had blistered red eyes
Urgent radios crackled frantic codes
Chopper blades pounded the air
They were looking for Gabriel Cardona
The fucking degenerate pig
Pierced a ten-year-old girl with pike and wrath
We used to see her a lot walking Birdie ...
Birdie knew something was wrong
The neighborhood was sick with sour milk
It tasted like atrocity
Black and white cruisers
In every alley, on every block
Cops throttled their steering wheels
Choking on sadness and horrified
Even the Jump-Out Boys had blistered red eyes
Urgent radios crackled frantic codes
Chopper blades pounded the air
They were looking for Gabriel Cardona
The fucking degenerate pig
Pierced a ten-year-old girl with pike and wrath
We used to see her a lot walking Birdie ...
#abuse
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Make that silent tongue scream fire and thunder
Make it scream
For voices silenced and oppressed
Make it scream rampaging banshee
Under a full moon sky
Make it scream
Make that silent tongue scream fire and thunder
Make it scream
For painted hands and burnt knees
Make it scream widow raped mother
On bloody December snow
Make it scream
Make that silent tongue scream fire and thunder
Make it scream
For Prairie erased and river damned away
Make it scream rabbit babe dying
In a wolf fang embrace
Make it scream
Make that silent...
For voices silenced and oppressed
Make it scream rampaging banshee
Under a full moon sky
Make it scream
Make that silent tongue scream fire and thunder
Make it scream
For painted hands and burnt knees
Make it scream widow raped mother
On bloody December snow
Make it scream
Make that silent tongue scream fire and thunder
Make it scream
For Prairie erased and river damned away
Make it scream rabbit babe dying
In a wolf fang embrace
Make it scream
Make that silent...
#politics
#environment
#pollution
#humankind
#CallToAction
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A New Year
It started like a weird film measured in mics
Purple and Red pyramids
Looking back through
Translucent window panes
Memories can be warped as much as perception
It was New Year’s night
Snow fell in huge soft blades
I will never forget how it looked
In her hair
Crystalline and pure
I don’t remember everything as well as I should
but the snow fell long and late
Surreal, serene
What a great trip we were having
Down Dead Head lane
Sitting on the limestone wall
She smiled, and began to laugh
It...
Purple and Red pyramids
Looking back through
Translucent window panes
Memories can be warped as much as perception
It was New Year’s night
Snow fell in huge soft blades
I will never forget how it looked
In her hair
Crystalline and pure
I don’t remember everything as well as I should
but the snow fell long and late
Surreal, serene
What a great trip we were having
Down Dead Head lane
Sitting on the limestone wall
She smiled, and began to laugh
It...
#suicide
#drugs
664 reads
2 Comments
I
Tear at my eyes until they shatter
Windows to the soul
Mirrors to my heart
How many years of bad luck
Can I see in the future
So many pieces
Reflecting back at me
Windows to the soul
Mirrors to my heart
How many years of bad luck
Can I see in the future
So many pieces
Reflecting back at me
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