Submissions by catnip
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am not a poet. would never claim to be one. good poetry is a very rare thing.
DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2021 1:13am
17th Oct 2021 1:13am
A PORN BORN
A parade of corn marches past.
Christ a Jew?
Who are you? the mayonnaise replies.
Vegetable verbiage crackles and squeaks.
As the elastic and garlic tumble,
in delirious and elongated orgasms;
The horseman looks on, but cannot perform.
The saddle worn.
Testicles torn.
A porn born.
Yet, naked stands the fortune fox.
Red eye and silver lox.
Bride of the future,
Surgical suture.
The apple of time.
Wretched sublime.
Christ a Jew?
Who are you? the mayonnaise replies.
Vegetable verbiage crackles and squeaks.
As the elastic and garlic tumble,
in delirious and elongated orgasms;
The horseman looks on, but cannot perform.
The saddle worn.
Testicles torn.
A porn born.
Yet, naked stands the fortune fox.
Red eye and silver lox.
Bride of the future,
Surgical suture.
The apple of time.
Wretched sublime.
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational #gratitude
#inspirational #gratitude
293 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2021 8:22am
15th Oct 2021 8:22am
THE RIGHT PATH
Onward and upward,
Forward and forward,
Inward and outward.
So the light of reason is cast.
Only to fall upon, scatter,
And lose itself in this masterful, incoherent cognitive refuse.
In paths averted, everted, subverted and outraged,
Decipherable only by hallucinatory and encrypted minds,
So it travels.
Thus the pedestrian is assaulted.
Behold how his peppered mind reels!
How his thirst for the absurd is sated.
And how he too, seeks refuge in incomprehensibility.
Forward and forward,
Inward and outward.
So the light of reason is cast.
Only to fall upon, scatter,
And lose itself in this masterful, incoherent cognitive refuse.
In paths averted, everted, subverted and outraged,
Decipherable only by hallucinatory and encrypted minds,
So it travels.
Thus the pedestrian is assaulted.
Behold how his peppered mind reels!
How his thirst for the absurd is sated.
And how he too, seeks refuge in incomprehensibility.
#anxiety
#confusion
#bittersweet #fear
#bittersweet #fear
181 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2021 4:35am
11th Oct 2021 4:35am
THE DIPLOMAT
The thick chair cups the fat ass of the pencil cop.
The meeting is adjourned and he's once again Lincoln Continental safe, speeding home.
"Darling will you rub my legs?' he begs-
as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his helplessness.
Fat turns to wax.
He slides between the sheets of their king-sized double crypt,
only to find the mannequin gone.
The meeting is adjourned and he's once again Lincoln Continental safe, speeding home.
"Darling will you rub my legs?' he begs-
as his pink lips abandon the spittle of his helplessness.
Fat turns to wax.
He slides between the sheets of their king-sized double crypt,
only to find the mannequin gone.
#tragedy
#despair
#dark #suffering
#dark #suffering
235 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2021 6:13am
9th Oct 2021 6:13am
RENUNCIATION ATTEMPT
Never shall I wade,
Never shall I slip.
Into the depths,
Into the ooze.
Into the warm anesthetic flow of self ingratiation,
of fetid tumescent narcissism.
Nor shall I venture into the arenas;
Into those meat-rending chambers of razor- tongued, blunt- brained image brokers.
Rather that the screeching, grunting warthogs and jackals of the underworld
should feast upon my stinking flesh.
Never shall I slip.
Into the depths,
Into the ooze.
Into the warm anesthetic flow of self ingratiation,
of fetid tumescent narcissism.
Nor shall I venture into the arenas;
Into those meat-rending chambers of razor- tongued, blunt- brained image brokers.
Rather that the screeching, grunting warthogs and jackals of the underworld
should feast upon my stinking flesh.
#anxiety
#faith
#philosophical
285 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2021 1:43am
5th Oct 2021 1:43am
COVERED EYES
A fake smile
covers the eyes and conceals true feelings.
Clean wrists, now stained
remain.
Reminders of the past.
Memories linger
like the smell of booze.
Booze that destroys thoughts, only to return in the morning.
Haunting, covered by a fake smile.
covers the eyes and conceals true feelings.
Clean wrists, now stained
remain.
Reminders of the past.
Memories linger
like the smell of booze.
Booze that destroys thoughts, only to return in the morning.
Haunting, covered by a fake smile.
#despair
286 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2021 6:57am
2nd Oct 2021 6:57am
SIBERIAN SONG
I am sounding my song.
It is a somber song.
Yet sprinkled with colors,
Hopeful colors.
Like the sparkling shards of pure color.
Refracted by the hexagonal prisms of the
Early morning Siberian snow.
Each, elegant, crystalline, fragile in hue.
Each imbued with its own vision of hope.
Hope of redemption by extreme unction.
I have been exiled.
I am penitent.
I am content.
No, privileged!
To gaze up transfixed,
By the gleaming brass ring.
And the jangle of my jailers...
It is a somber song.
Yet sprinkled with colors,
Hopeful colors.
Like the sparkling shards of pure color.
Refracted by the hexagonal prisms of the
Early morning Siberian snow.
Each, elegant, crystalline, fragile in hue.
Each imbued with its own vision of hope.
Hope of redemption by extreme unction.
I have been exiled.
I am penitent.
I am content.
No, privileged!
To gaze up transfixed,
By the gleaming brass ring.
And the jangle of my jailers...
#hope
#gratitude
558 reads
19 Comments
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