Submissions by bootselectric (Being)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Punk-rock-beatnick-dopesmokin'-athiest-non-theist-panthiest-bent on world domination, or at least a decent paycheque
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2017 7:55am
6th Jun 2017 7:55am
Deep Underground Rock Stars
Who here will be remembered?
Who is a poet that's words
will reach beyond the friend club?
Social media
and self congratulatory death
Don't take the easy road
someone create a legend
not a straight A student
and quiet brilliant poets
lost in the shuffle
Who is a poet that's words
will reach beyond the friend club?
Social media
and self congratulatory death
Don't take the easy road
someone create a legend
not a straight A student
and quiet brilliant poets
lost in the shuffle
753 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2017 9:31am
14th Apr 2017 9:31am
Karma
I respect my karma
I accept it
W/ humility
I accept it
W/ humility
596 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 11:20pm
5th Mar 2017 11:20pm
Love Junkie
Give me another fix
Endorphin high
we touch lips
I fuck you sweetly
we cum together
No jealousy
Forehead to forehead
we communicate
another moment together
Withdrawal without you
for you have fallen in love
w/ a Dope Fiend!
For Kay
Endorphin high
we touch lips
I fuck you sweetly
we cum together
No jealousy
Forehead to forehead
we communicate
another moment together
Withdrawal without you
for you have fallen in love
w/ a Dope Fiend!
For Kay
690 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 3:30am
27th Jan 2017 3:30am
Charles Bukowski of DUP (Renegade Poets)
Junkies attract no one
The scent of a dope fiend hangs on their skin and clothing
Like permanent cigarette stink
Clean and clear
the Junkie thinks he has re-entered this world
only to find, clean or not,
he is a ghost in an adjacent
and never intersecting dimension.
Able to see and communicate
but not touch.
Money changes everything though
No reason not to try again...
.
The scent of a dope fiend hangs on their skin and clothing
Like permanent cigarette stink
Clean and clear
the Junkie thinks he has re-entered this world
only to find, clean or not,
he is a ghost in an adjacent
and never intersecting dimension.
Able to see and communicate
but not touch.
Money changes everything though
No reason not to try again...
.
#drugs
#CharlesBukowski
890 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2017 00:14am
3rd Jan 2017 00:14am
The Leper
Burnt out
no hope
drug recluse
Distrust
self doubt
Forever looking down
Shower them in love
receive they're contempt
Wait for my own
getting ready for dissapointment
No love
barred myself in
open sores of flesh
Confidence
Self trust
I've found
No hope for a drug addict
is what they will tell you
leprosy self inflicted
left to die on wet cement
no hope
drug recluse
Distrust
self doubt
Forever looking down
Shower them in love
receive they're contempt
Wait for my own
getting ready for dissapointment
No love
barred myself in
open sores of flesh
Confidence
Self trust
I've found
No hope for a drug addict
is what they will tell you
leprosy self inflicted
left to die on wet cement
685 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2016 9:35am
7th Dec 2016 9:35am
2nd Quatrain
The tide rises
cowards take notice
fury from jealousy
the leper is crowned king
cowards take notice
fury from jealousy
the leper is crowned king
#jealousy
#quatrain
#courage
584 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2016 9:33am
7th Dec 2016 9:33am
1st Quatrian
If silence is your only weapon against me
you have already lost
humans use hate and bullying
as a backwards form of encouragement
you have already lost
humans use hate and bullying
as a backwards form of encouragement
577 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2016 10:37am
13th Oct 2016 10:37am
Heroin (Upon reading Diary of A Drug Fiend)
I remember I found Diary of a Drug Fiend in a pile of used books.
Just intermixed. I was going through heroin withdrawal and this book presented itself to me. I`ve found the book a cathartic tool for me during my abstinence. The book does a job of stripping away all glamour with drug addiction. There is no glamour in it. Rather the power comes from infuriating those who cannot do what you do and judge you for it. But lest you fall to your own standard. For ones standard set for himself is the only standard to be met at all.
Opium has been like an insistent lover. From the...
Just intermixed. I was going through heroin withdrawal and this book presented itself to me. I`ve found the book a cathartic tool for me during my abstinence. The book does a job of stripping away all glamour with drug addiction. There is no glamour in it. Rather the power comes from infuriating those who cannot do what you do and judge you for it. But lest you fall to your own standard. For ones standard set for himself is the only standard to be met at all.
Opium has been like an insistent lover. From the...
1024 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Oct 2016 8:53pm
9th Oct 2016 8:53pm
Medusa's Kiss
Between reality and imagination, I fear I am, in perpetuity , unable to discern my experiences of that wretched night. It was in the late evening of 1882, September 30th and I had finally reached my destination of Devinshire after a long journey by train from Oxford. I had been enrolled for the last two years, but my preference for writing had all but lost in it, and w/ only dismal grades to show from my time there I had decided to hold onto the remaining funds I had and return home.
While my mother had sent me letters of such vehement disapproval that the...
While my mother had sent me letters of such vehement disapproval that the...
919 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2016 00:09am
2nd Oct 2016 00:09am
Optimism II
Spiraling out
Coupled onlookers jest
at my deformed features
Coupled onlookers jest
at my deformed features
609 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Sep 2016 00:33am
28th Sep 2016 00:33am
Optimism
Thinking of true stories I've been told
about women and the men they love
who psychologically, physically and emotionally abuse them...
And here I am, smoking a ciggarette,
wondering what form of leprosy
I must have...
about women and the men they love
who psychologically, physically and emotionally abuse them...
And here I am, smoking a ciggarette,
wondering what form of leprosy
I must have...
587 reads
2 Comments
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