Submissions by brainsandwich
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
One spectator of the greatest show in the world...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2017 2:28pm
8th Apr 2017 2:28pm
A Bitch Called Power
she was nothing more
than severance pay
a bitching ride
for the globalistic machine
their hippie queen
their obscene dream
an orgasmic moment
inhaled through the
bong of life
speeding through their brains
oblivious subliminal deranged
insane...
shaky legs dancing
on cardboard boxes
soaked in presperation
ego looks on in anticipation
the crash of mankind
than severance pay
a bitching ride
for the globalistic machine
their hippie queen
their obscene dream
an orgasmic moment
inhaled through the
bong of life
speeding through their brains
oblivious subliminal deranged
insane...
shaky legs dancing
on cardboard boxes
soaked in presperation
ego looks on in anticipation
the crash of mankind
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2016 12:37pm
2nd Oct 2016 12:37pm
Insomnia (Waiting For The Liquor Store To Open)
a sleepless convoy of irrational thoughts
waltzing carelessly between my ears
as the madness of the night
disappears into the hazy dawn
of another eerily depressing day
in the life of the insane
sanctuary is but three hours away
waltzing carelessly between my ears
as the madness of the night
disappears into the hazy dawn
of another eerily depressing day
in the life of the insane
sanctuary is but three hours away
737 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 2:09pm
30th Jul 2015 2:09pm
Southbound Out My Ass East Of Nowhere
have you found god...I have
living underneath acid soaked sheets
smoking reefer with
mr rogers and the marlboro man
discussing the philosophy
of get high and the almighty
while aliens bang drums outside
won't you be my neighbor
we'll trip our balls off
as jesus does the hula
on my dashboard
riding into a psychedelic
hells kitchen where eggs
look like my brain on drugs
yeah I found god
fucked outta my mind
on a deserted highway
southbound out my ass
east of nowhere
living underneath acid soaked sheets
smoking reefer with
mr rogers and the marlboro man
discussing the philosophy
of get high and the almighty
while aliens bang drums outside
won't you be my neighbor
we'll trip our balls off
as jesus does the hula
on my dashboard
riding into a psychedelic
hells kitchen where eggs
look like my brain on drugs
yeah I found god
fucked outta my mind
on a deserted highway
southbound out my ass
east of nowhere
838 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 1:18pm
30th Jul 2015 1:18pm
HOLE
alone again inside this box
waiting for the woman with
the lisp and forked tongue
to come and dance to the rhythm
of mr moe joe risen
while smoking pipe like the
crack fiend hoe that she is
my inspiration on current events
she speaks of lust and her
dead babies lying on the floor
puddled and muddled about her knees
I ask if one is mine
she says so many are
and asks for help finding them
in our little milky way
one she names vanilla passion
the other purple jesus with sprinkles
we pass them between our lips
and smear our...
waiting for the woman with
the lisp and forked tongue
to come and dance to the rhythm
of mr moe joe risen
while smoking pipe like the
crack fiend hoe that she is
my inspiration on current events
she speaks of lust and her
dead babies lying on the floor
puddled and muddled about her knees
I ask if one is mine
she says so many are
and asks for help finding them
in our little milky way
one she names vanilla passion
the other purple jesus with sprinkles
we pass them between our lips
and smear our...
849 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2015 1:09pm
2nd Mar 2015 1:09pm
The Noise
the quiet has become
my nightmare
flickering in and out
of bloodshot eyes
paralyzed by a
voiceless echo
I am in tune
with the parade
of jokers dancing on
on smoke stained walls
the flip side of paradise
my own personalized
postcard stamped from hell
waiting for salvation
I smell burnt flesh
as the cigarette goes out...
do I really want to know
what happened to the noise
my nightmare
flickering in and out
of bloodshot eyes
paralyzed by a
voiceless echo
I am in tune
with the parade
of jokers dancing on
on smoke stained walls
the flip side of paradise
my own personalized
postcard stamped from hell
waiting for salvation
I smell burnt flesh
as the cigarette goes out...
do I really want to know
what happened to the noise
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 8:10am
27th Feb 2015 8:10am
Prelude 302
I know what they want
staring down on me
from the barrel of a 44
are we happy they cry
are we loved
I stare back and chuckle
that twinkle doing the
rumba in my eyes
yes you are happy...loved
a twitch rhythmically
pulls back the left
side of my face
spittle forms in the
crook of my mouth
when will we love again
when will we be free
bracing myself against
the bathroom sink I stare
at my reflection in the mirror
as soon as I brush
my brain with this bullet
from the barrel of a 44
staring down on me
from the barrel of a 44
are we happy they cry
are we loved
I stare back and chuckle
that twinkle doing the
rumba in my eyes
yes you are happy...loved
a twitch rhythmically
pulls back the left
side of my face
spittle forms in the
crook of my mouth
when will we love again
when will we be free
bracing myself against
the bathroom sink I stare
at my reflection in the mirror
as soon as I brush
my brain with this bullet
from the barrel of a 44
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 6:38am
27th Feb 2015 6:38am
The Silence
I don't want to hear
the silence again
the painful reminder
of how it use to be
the chaotic ramblings
of a ash covered angel
caught in between
the demonic embodiment
of acute schizophrenia
and a reason to die
tattered wings cut and torn
by the thorns of a vile
weed called insanity
I sit and I wait
smoke and debate
of how such a selfish god
could play such tom foolery
with my head
so I search try to find
voices left behind
hear them laugh as they play
and once again hear them say
daddy we love you...
...
the silence again
the painful reminder
of how it use to be
the chaotic ramblings
of a ash covered angel
caught in between
the demonic embodiment
of acute schizophrenia
and a reason to die
tattered wings cut and torn
by the thorns of a vile
weed called insanity
I sit and I wait
smoke and debate
of how such a selfish god
could play such tom foolery
with my head
so I search try to find
voices left behind
hear them laugh as they play
and once again hear them say
daddy we love you...
...
756 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2014 6:01pm
3rd Dec 2014 6:01pm
4 Blocks West of Main
I shot her in Philly
her blood filled my veins
out back of the whore house
I shot her and came
to the conclusion
to shoot her again
her blood,my vein
I shot and came
conclusion the thrill
revolves in the game
her blood filled my veins
out back of the whore house
I shot her and came
to the conclusion
to shoot her again
her blood,my vein
I shot and came
conclusion the thrill
revolves in the game
652 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 7:02am
12th Nov 2014 7:02am
Money Clip
she danced seductively
he was hypnotized
by her twat
she was mesmerized
by the bulge
in his pants
he was hypnotized
by her twat
she was mesmerized
by the bulge
in his pants
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 1:32pm
22nd Oct 2014 1:32pm
The DU Poet
I am a du poet
I am so intellectually perfect
so savvy in phrasing
lines upon lines of
brilliant symmetrical verse
that only god(which ever one you want)
can understand and appreciate
engross yourself in
whatever your fancy may be
while I rape and murder your freedom
bashing in a child's head
so it cannot grow
yes I am a du poet
and my art smells like my ass
and my ass smells fucking great
"Come on man. Who do you think you are fucking god?"
:-) "Maybe"
I am so intellectually perfect
so savvy in phrasing
lines upon lines of
brilliant symmetrical verse
that only god(which ever one you want)
can understand and appreciate
engross yourself in
whatever your fancy may be
while I rape and murder your freedom
bashing in a child's head
so it cannot grow
yes I am a du poet
and my art smells like my ass
and my ass smells fucking great
"Come on man. Who do you think you are fucking god?"
:-) "Maybe"
753 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 12:20pm
22nd Oct 2014 12:20pm
Star
he said nothing
gave no reason
left no note
went nowhere
but Springmaid pier
where he hung himself
and for one day
he was a star
gave no reason
left no note
went nowhere
but Springmaid pier
where he hung himself
and for one day
he was a star
732 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2014 2:12pm
8th Oct 2014 2:12pm
Falling Skys
I remember
falling skys
moonlit piers
midnight drives
mountains weeping
streams of tears
forgotten love
endless years
passing by
so silently
no sound deaf ears
my sanity
lost within
morning haze
bloodshot eyes
loves empty grave
forever mourning
lost memories
hopes and dreams
my fantasies
yes I remember
falling skys
forgotten love
passing by
yes I remember
falling skys
moonlit piers
midnight drives
mountains weeping
streams of tears
forgotten love
endless years
passing by
so silently
no sound deaf ears
my sanity
lost within
morning haze
bloodshot eyes
loves empty grave
forever mourning
lost memories
hopes and dreams
my fantasies
yes I remember
falling skys
forgotten love
passing by
yes I remember
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