Submissions by brainsandwich
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
One spectator of the greatest show in the world...
SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2014 7:58am
20th Apr 2014 7:58am
The White Room
thrown again in the white room
sterile, barren, one bed, two chairs
one blacked out window
a door that only swings in
one camera in the corner
two florescent lights above my head
I lay there don't move don't blink
I came in a intoxicated suicidal man
I am leaving a monster
this room has driven me mad
sterile, barren, one bed, two chairs
one blacked out window
a door that only swings in
one camera in the corner
two florescent lights above my head
I lay there don't move don't blink
I came in a intoxicated suicidal man
I am leaving a monster
this room has driven me mad
569 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 1:08am
4th Apr 2014 1:08am
Sobriety
as you stand facing into the wind
you realize it was not god
who brought you here
but your feet wandering endlessly
through the sands of time
you realize it was not god
who brought you here
but your feet wandering endlessly
through the sands of time
665 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 3:49am
17th Mar 2014 3:49am
Jim Morrison's Bong
the skys close
heavens gates
flash in neon
no vacancy
closed on sunday
are all hopes to
find sweet serenity
dope in my veins
wine in my heart
a exotic dose
to free my mind
I roam the world
in search of sanctuary
within these lands
I find none
below fires tempt
legs spread wide
craving fulfillment
arching curiosity
with no sure ends
hotel motel hangman's fate
the bathroom walls
choke my soul
like the smoke from
Jim Morrison's bong
heavens gates
flash in neon
no vacancy
closed on sunday
are all hopes to
find sweet serenity
dope in my veins
wine in my heart
a exotic dose
to free my mind
I roam the world
in search of sanctuary
within these lands
I find none
below fires tempt
legs spread wide
craving fulfillment
arching curiosity
with no sure ends
hotel motel hangman's fate
the bathroom walls
choke my soul
like the smoke from
Jim Morrison's bong
779 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 5:00am
6th Mar 2014 5:00am
Placid Delusions
life remains a
boardwalk sideshow
a gross interpretation
enlightened only by
a distain for the more
intricate things in life
ludicrous things
that seem more
an annoyance
than a luxury
yet images that
occupy ones mind
delighting the sences
warping moral fibers
like a fun house mirror
leaving only the
corpse of a carni
holding two free
tickets to ride
boardwalk sideshow
a gross interpretation
enlightened only by
a distain for the more
intricate things in life
ludicrous things
that seem more
an annoyance
than a luxury
yet images that
occupy ones mind
delighting the sences
warping moral fibers
like a fun house mirror
leaving only the
corpse of a carni
holding two free
tickets to ride
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 5:12am
28th Feb 2014 5:12am
The Image
I look in the mirror
and what do I see
me looking at you
you looking at me
I hate looking at you
you hate looking at me
but I'm still looking at you
your still looking at me
around and around and
around it will go
till I stop looking at you
and start looking at me
and what do I see
me looking at you
you looking at me
I hate looking at you
you hate looking at me
but I'm still looking at you
your still looking at me
around and around and
around it will go
till I stop looking at you
and start looking at me
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 3:50am
27th Feb 2014 3:50am
Under Foot
I found him to be such a
peculiar little fella
so I squashed him
underneath my fuckin boot
what a tranquil sound
his bones made as
I ground them into the dirt
squish squish said the mud
I am thirsty let me drink
the blood of life from your sole
a faceless fuckin picasso
on the canvess that is the earth
squish squish I want more
johnny time for dinner
johnnys going to be
a little fuckin late
bitch
peculiar little fella
so I squashed him
underneath my fuckin boot
what a tranquil sound
his bones made as
I ground them into the dirt
squish squish said the mud
I am thirsty let me drink
the blood of life from your sole
a faceless fuckin picasso
on the canvess that is the earth
squish squish I want more
johnny time for dinner
johnnys going to be
a little fuckin late
bitch
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 5:22am
25th Feb 2014 5:22am
Like A Chicken
I once saw a mans head
cut off with a bead knife
it seemed like such a
horrible way to die
I wonder if he could
see his body jerking
and squirming on the kitchen floor
in a hurry to get somewhere
but not knowing
which way to go
I wonder...
cut off with a bead knife
it seemed like such a
horrible way to die
I wonder if he could
see his body jerking
and squirming on the kitchen floor
in a hurry to get somewhere
but not knowing
which way to go
I wonder...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 5:10am
25th Feb 2014 5:10am
Darlenes Dream
Don't cry...
lay down in the thorns
of your desire
Hush...
tears caress you cheeks
Touch yourself...
finger on your pulsating heart
Imaging it...Feel it...
Worship it...Cut it...
the fine blade of a razor
surrounded by orgasmic blood
Taste it...
Awake
lay down in the thorns
of your desire
Hush...
tears caress you cheeks
Touch yourself...
finger on your pulsating heart
Imaging it...Feel it...
Worship it...Cut it...
the fine blade of a razor
surrounded by orgasmic blood
Taste it...
Awake
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 9:52pm
23rd Feb 2014 9:52pm
Ballerina
beautifully she dances
on her decapitated stump
as she raises her foot
in her hand
on her decapitated stump
as she raises her foot
in her hand
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 8:22pm
23rd Feb 2014 8:22pm
Asphalt Garbage Man
death on the highway
a crow perched upon
the high wire
gazing endlessly
at a bloated corpse
without a soul
where did it go
the crow knows
asphalt sweating breathing
into the nose of the crow
thanksgiving dinner
down below for the crow
the crow that knows
where the soul did go
time to eat let's begin
fly down for a peck
from the roadside buffet
the crows eyes they do gleam
all my thoughts empty dreams
inside is my soul
and the crow it does know
and the crow it does know
a crow perched upon
the high wire
gazing endlessly
at a bloated corpse
without a soul
where did it go
the crow knows
asphalt sweating breathing
into the nose of the crow
thanksgiving dinner
down below for the crow
the crow that knows
where the soul did go
time to eat let's begin
fly down for a peck
from the roadside buffet
the crows eyes they do gleam
all my thoughts empty dreams
inside is my soul
and the crow it does know
and the crow it does know
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