Submissions by broostafer (John Paul)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 9:55am
7th Sep 2014 9:55am
Salvation
The harlot is the noble backbone of the family’s survival
The one who pays the bills
Such realities can be overlooked
That’s the way it has to be cause that’s the way it is
We like to keep our women naked
She surrenders for love; for gold
Never to be rewarded
Only to survive
The one who pays the bills
Such realities can be overlooked
That’s the way it has to be cause that’s the way it is
We like to keep our women naked
She surrenders for love; for gold
Never to be rewarded
Only to survive
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SONG LYRICS
Published
31st Jan 2014 1:53pm
31st Jan 2014 1:53pm
Mortal
if you think you're better than the worst
then you've never tasted hell
if you know how easy it can be
to fall to the bottom of the well
then you know
CHORUS: you're only a card away
from losing every bit of grace
from selling your soul
from losing your hollow home
if you believe your prayers keep you safe
then you you've never truly known
if you've seen behind the curtain
you've seen the truth at the bottom of the hole
then you know
CHORUS
so double down on the bottom of...
then you've never tasted hell
if you know how easy it can be
to fall to the bottom of the well
then you know
CHORUS: you're only a card away
from losing every bit of grace
from selling your soul
from losing your hollow home
if you believe your prayers keep you safe
then you you've never truly known
if you've seen behind the curtain
you've seen the truth at the bottom of the hole
then you know
CHORUS
so double down on the bottom of...
958 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
20th Oct 2013 4:13pm
20th Oct 2013 4:13pm
I Don't Want To Get Burnt By Your Fire
I’ve been wrong more than right
I’ve been told I’m living a lie
I chase the thrill of being alive
I’d rather be blind to your light
CHORUS: So send me to hell if you must
Tell me I broke the rules you trust
Warn me I don’t know what’s what
And send me on my way
You preach about heaven with your hate
And you ask me to believe
But I don’t care what you say
Cause I know you don’t care about me
CHORUS
I’d rather be with the scum of the Earth
With the prostitutes and all those who...
I’ve been told I’m living a lie
I chase the thrill of being alive
I’d rather be blind to your light
CHORUS: So send me to hell if you must
Tell me I broke the rules you trust
Warn me I don’t know what’s what
And send me on my way
You preach about heaven with your hate
And you ask me to believe
But I don’t care what you say
Cause I know you don’t care about me
CHORUS
I’d rather be with the scum of the Earth
With the prostitutes and all those who...
870 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 4:02am
10th Oct 2013 4:02am
Dad (On The Outside)
A Christmas phone call from the savior that never showed
“Maybe next year”
Dial tone
The tears burn deep in the soul
They stay put
Refusing to rise
Stuck in the pain of a boy who loves his father too much
Too much to cry
“Maybe next year”
Dial tone
The tears burn deep in the soul
They stay put
Refusing to rise
Stuck in the pain of a boy who loves his father too much
Too much to cry
743 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Sep 2013 9:30pm
22nd Sep 2013 9:30pm
I Remember
I remember I remember
Swimming in the moonlight
Holding you in my arms
Whispering my love into your ear
Trying to be a man trying to understand
The soft touch of a woman
But you were just a little girl
And I was just a scared little boy
Trying to run away from the pain inside
My cold cold heart
I did not have any love to give
And I shouldn’t have said the things that I said or done what I did
But that was all so long ago
And now I just want you to know I want you to know
CHORUS: I remember I remember...
Swimming in the moonlight
Holding you in my arms
Whispering my love into your ear
Trying to be a man trying to understand
The soft touch of a woman
But you were just a little girl
And I was just a scared little boy
Trying to run away from the pain inside
My cold cold heart
I did not have any love to give
And I shouldn’t have said the things that I said or done what I did
But that was all so long ago
And now I just want you to know I want you to know
CHORUS: I remember I remember...
963 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Sep 2013 9:43am
11th Sep 2013 9:43am
Desire
There is a knight, in this ancient land, who goes around fucking everything in sight. Sir Siripila, the knight of fornication. Perfusion. Liberation. Transcendence from this dying breath.
This knight, with armor of rust, enters the brothel to rest his tired oath. Having fought and killed boys of less fortune, is prepared to lick and screw girls of less fortune. The knight enters.
Waking up to sunlight dancing with dust, the knight rises with head in hand. The burn from the parasites will not discourage the perverted knight.
Looking into the looking glass...
This knight, with armor of rust, enters the brothel to rest his tired oath. Having fought and killed boys of less fortune, is prepared to lick and screw girls of less fortune. The knight enters.
Waking up to sunlight dancing with dust, the knight rises with head in hand. The burn from the parasites will not discourage the perverted knight.
Looking into the looking glass...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 8:53am
11th Sep 2013 8:53am
She Helps Me Find Things
Try looking for it”, she tells me
“I did try”, I tell her
“It’s gone
“I can’t find it”
She walks over to the first place I looked
“I’ve already looked there
“I even double and triple checked there”
She bends over and moves things about
Within 10 seconds time she comes up with the missing item
“Maybe next time you ought to try looking with your eyes open”
She tells me
With half a grin
And loving eyes
“Thank you”
I tell her
“You’re welcome”
She says
We kiss
And go our separate ways
I am comforted by the thought
That...
“I did try”, I tell her
“It’s gone
“I can’t find it”
She walks over to the first place I looked
“I’ve already looked there
“I even double and triple checked there”
She bends over and moves things about
Within 10 seconds time she comes up with the missing item
“Maybe next time you ought to try looking with your eyes open”
She tells me
With half a grin
And loving eyes
“Thank you”
I tell her
“You’re welcome”
She says
We kiss
And go our separate ways
I am comforted by the thought
That...
988 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 1:16pm
8th Sep 2013 1:16pm
Too Many Things
Sitting on a park bench. A faded memory materializes. A ghost out of hiding.
White tennies to match her buttoned shirt. Blue skirt to match the ribbon in her golden hair. She is a little girl.
“I’m here to remind you.”
“Remind me?”
You are pretending not to know. She tells you.
“To remind you of love.”
The word is hollow.
Love?
What lies you’ve told. Empty words with sharpened claws.
You’ve lost sight of their depth. They are your prey now. Surely she grew to...
White tennies to match her buttoned shirt. Blue skirt to match the ribbon in her golden hair. She is a little girl.
“I’m here to remind you.”
“Remind me?”
You are pretending not to know. She tells you.
“To remind you of love.”
The word is hollow.
Love?
What lies you’ve told. Empty words with sharpened claws.
You’ve lost sight of their depth. They are your prey now. Surely she grew to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 1:09pm
8th Sep 2013 1:09pm
To Be Continued...
The steeple looks clean. Too far to reach. So high up in the heavens.
Bells ring with transcendence.
A little hand passes by, gripped to her father’s pinky. No sense in praying for her to remain little. We all must die. Perhaps she’ll become a nun. Perhaps a whore. Maybe you’ll cross paths again.
The uniform helps the cop pretend that he’s stronger than he is. Unable to intimidate without the handcuffs. Too weak to be a foot soldier. Could never make the cut. Eager to get his first kill.
Fat bottomed girls strut their stuff. Finally, Barbie is...
Bells ring with transcendence.
A little hand passes by, gripped to her father’s pinky. No sense in praying for her to remain little. We all must die. Perhaps she’ll become a nun. Perhaps a whore. Maybe you’ll cross paths again.
The uniform helps the cop pretend that he’s stronger than he is. Unable to intimidate without the handcuffs. Too weak to be a foot soldier. Could never make the cut. Eager to get his first kill.
Fat bottomed girls strut their stuff. Finally, Barbie is...
711 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 5:08am
8th Sep 2013 5:08am
The Human Heart Looks Like A Fist Wrapped In Blood
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