Submissions by brainsandwich
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
One spectator of the greatest show in the world...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2014 6:38am
5th Oct 2014 6:38am
This Surreal World
we walk alone through this
endless abyss called life.
a constant cycle of
circumstance, situations,
simple pleasures with little
meaning. the more we walk
the further we become
from ourselves...from god?
peaceful bystanders in
a story already complete.
from across the desert
comes a winged beast
its body in flames
incinerating the land below.
a cry from the heavens
the city burns throughout the night.
a cry to the heavens
hello...is there anybody out there?
endless abyss called life.
a constant cycle of
circumstance, situations,
simple pleasures with little
meaning. the more we walk
the further we become
from ourselves...from god?
peaceful bystanders in
a story already complete.
from across the desert
comes a winged beast
its body in flames
incinerating the land below.
a cry from the heavens
the city burns throughout the night.
a cry to the heavens
hello...is there anybody out there?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2014 12:20pm
29th Sep 2014 12:20pm
Fiesta In The Hood
he is nothing more than a piñata
we beat him with sticks until turds
fall from his ass like tootsie rolls
we are rewarded...
we celebrate...
we enjoy...
we beat him with sticks until turds
fall from his ass like tootsie rolls
we are rewarded...
we celebrate...
we enjoy...
533 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 12:44pm
28th Sep 2014 12:44pm
Twelve Hours Alone In My Head
my body has become an institution
of recovery and redemption
yet my mind still dwells
in the insane cesspool of my past
the voices echo in my head
are they talking to me
is there anyone there
to answer is to accept
to ignore is to comply
with all that is being said
the magnatude of which means
means nothing at all
silence as the man walks by
his steps heavy in midnight mist
this twisted illusion mocks me
taunts me with a childish smile
come along take a ride strap into
the greatest attraction in the world
my psychedelic...
of recovery and redemption
yet my mind still dwells
in the insane cesspool of my past
the voices echo in my head
are they talking to me
is there anyone there
to answer is to accept
to ignore is to comply
with all that is being said
the magnatude of which means
means nothing at all
silence as the man walks by
his steps heavy in midnight mist
this twisted illusion mocks me
taunts me with a childish smile
come along take a ride strap into
the greatest attraction in the world
my psychedelic...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 9:35am
25th Aug 2014 9:35am
My Monkey Eats Mangos
her ovaries tasted like jello
papaya mango I do recall
one was larger than
the other,somewhat distorted
a retarded misfit I guess
that one tasted like mango
I hate mango so I gave it to
the monkey on my back
it eats anything...except bananas
I've never heard of a monkey
that doesn't eat bananas
stupid monkey get off my back
and get your own
papaya mango ovaries
papaya mango I do recall
one was larger than
the other,somewhat distorted
a retarded misfit I guess
that one tasted like mango
I hate mango so I gave it to
the monkey on my back
it eats anything...except bananas
I've never heard of a monkey
that doesn't eat bananas
stupid monkey get off my back
and get your own
papaya mango ovaries
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 1:05am
22nd Jun 2014 1:05am
Doorways Of Madness
the game that I play
dances in dark corners
spying on myself to see
if I'm still here
hallucinations of holocaust
seen through the crack in my doorway
is it me or my mind
that has got so diseased
retracing my steps through
the painful reminders
I stick and I stab
I drink to absorb
all the visions of grandeur
and self mutilations
I hide in my closet
so I feel reborn
the reminder or arrogance
ghosts in the hallway
the past is long gone
but the nightmare remains
to torment good fortune
a...
dances in dark corners
spying on myself to see
if I'm still here
hallucinations of holocaust
seen through the crack in my doorway
is it me or my mind
that has got so diseased
retracing my steps through
the painful reminders
I stick and I stab
I drink to absorb
all the visions of grandeur
and self mutilations
I hide in my closet
so I feel reborn
the reminder or arrogance
ghosts in the hallway
the past is long gone
but the nightmare remains
to torment good fortune
a...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2014 7:03am
24th May 2014 7:03am
25¢ Picture Show
to remember is like
walking backwards
through an old snuff movie
each frame is a step
into the tormented mind
of a wicked creature
bound to this world
by a passion for
the pretty things
intricate fragments of
subconscious entwined with
beautiful images of life
or the lack of have
brought all gods people
back to this one place
to find sanctuary
from the monsters within
we replay the movie
on the basement wall...
walking backwards
through an old snuff movie
each frame is a step
into the tormented mind
of a wicked creature
bound to this world
by a passion for
the pretty things
intricate fragments of
subconscious entwined with
beautiful images of life
or the lack of have
brought all gods people
back to this one place
to find sanctuary
from the monsters within
we replay the movie
on the basement wall...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th May 2014 4:40am
13th May 2014 4:40am
Just Another Normal Night
twisted into
a devilish delight
joints dislocated
limbs tied together
with your hair
your body yields
to my blade
I dress you
in tribal tattoos
with blood your
body cums for me
lubricating your ass
there lies a
gluttonous feast
where I capture
your soul in a
half empty bottle
of Jim Beam
clean the cum
from my blade
still I sit
smoke and drink
while watching the
Flintstones on TV
a devilish delight
joints dislocated
limbs tied together
with your hair
your body yields
to my blade
I dress you
in tribal tattoos
with blood your
body cums for me
lubricating your ass
there lies a
gluttonous feast
where I capture
your soul in a
half empty bottle
of Jim Beam
clean the cum
from my blade
still I sit
smoke and drink
while watching the
Flintstones on TV
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2014 7:14am
10th May 2014 7:14am
A Hammer Falls
a hammer falls
broken glass cries
serenity is shattered
feeble eyes look into
mirrored shards
of past memories
scattered on the floor
forgotten youth caught
in rays of sunshine
before the dusk
of mans final night
broken glass cries
serenity is shattered
feeble eyes look into
mirrored shards
of past memories
scattered on the floor
forgotten youth caught
in rays of sunshine
before the dusk
of mans final night
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2014 4:35am
6th May 2014 4:35am
Open See Reveal
life remains a
boardwalk sideshow
a gross interpretation
enlightend only by
a disdain for the more
intrecate things in life
ludicrous things
that seem more an
annoyance than a luxury
yet images that
occupy ones mind
delighting the senses
warping moral fibers
like a fun house mirror
leaving only the
corpse of a carny
holding two free
tickets to ride
boardwalk sideshow
a gross interpretation
enlightend only by
a disdain for the more
intrecate things in life
ludicrous things
that seem more an
annoyance than a luxury
yet images that
occupy ones mind
delighting the senses
warping moral fibers
like a fun house mirror
leaving only the
corpse of a carny
holding two free
tickets to ride
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2014 8:08am
4th May 2014 8:08am
One
I lapse from reality
to the erotic fantasy
held within the
palm of my hand
focusing on immoral fibers
shattering the screen
upon my bloody retinas
I am on a journey
through fields of flesh
intwined in my mind
grotesque statues
erected for my pleasure
behind closed doors
they are one with me
I am one with my hand
the erratic pounding
against my body
animalistic movements
surge on the images
and splatter artistic glory
on encrypted pictures
that make me feel love
over and over hour for hour
day after day...
to the erotic fantasy
held within the
palm of my hand
focusing on immoral fibers
shattering the screen
upon my bloody retinas
I am on a journey
through fields of flesh
intwined in my mind
grotesque statues
erected for my pleasure
behind closed doors
they are one with me
I am one with my hand
the erratic pounding
against my body
animalistic movements
surge on the images
and splatter artistic glory
on encrypted pictures
that make me feel love
over and over hour for hour
day after day...
753 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 4:30am
23rd Apr 2014 4:30am
Farmer Grays Fields
widowed and worried
wrinkled lines of time
upon the cross of reflection
fields drenched in blood
from flowers once left
to memories of gray
faded and frayed
in the highball of life
ice melting away
the wheat lies silent
to the sickles blade
sharpened with stone
to medical precision
quarterd fillade
waiting is the grinder
to digest deep insider
feed the fields farmer gray
cars pass smile and wave
whistle a tune
feed the fields
with mrs gray
wrinkled lines of time
upon the cross of reflection
fields drenched in blood
from flowers once left
to memories of gray
faded and frayed
in the highball of life
ice melting away
the wheat lies silent
to the sickles blade
sharpened with stone
to medical precision
quarterd fillade
waiting is the grinder
to digest deep insider
feed the fields farmer gray
cars pass smile and wave
whistle a tune
feed the fields
with mrs gray
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 5:26am
21st Apr 2014 5:26am
Life As I Know It
life as I know it
a thin webbed disguise
of demons and devils
dancing inside
a half empty bottle
a half empty bed
a half empty soul
a half empty head
I look in the mirror
and what do I see
a picture of you
a picture of me
a picture of four
a picture of three
a picture of life
as it was meant to be...
the old man
takes one last drag
from his cigarette
and throws it
into the ocean
he looks back
at the beach
flips it the finger
and says goodbye
a thin webbed disguise
of demons and devils
dancing inside
a half empty bottle
a half empty bed
a half empty soul
a half empty head
I look in the mirror
and what do I see
a picture of you
a picture of me
a picture of four
a picture of three
a picture of life
as it was meant to be...
the old man
takes one last drag
from his cigarette
and throws it
into the ocean
he looks back
at the beach
flips it the finger
and says goodbye
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