Submissions by cedricthedrunk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A thought or two
as i tumble and scrape through the life provided
i flash back and forward through memories and dreams with vivid hallucinations and lost opportunities.
Forgotten beautiful faces replaced with shitty daytime television sound bites. Fed on a calorie-high diet of war, sex, money, wrongful patriotism we are all lost infants waiting for kind assistance,
for the mask to fall from the reality we are presented with. We link together our lives for brief moments it passes and new links form.
Ghosts of the people we were dance in my mind for an infinite eternity. Although to some we...
i flash back and forward through memories and dreams with vivid hallucinations and lost opportunities.
Forgotten beautiful faces replaced with shitty daytime television sound bites. Fed on a calorie-high diet of war, sex, money, wrongful patriotism we are all lost infants waiting for kind assistance,
for the mask to fall from the reality we are presented with. We link together our lives for brief moments it passes and new links form.
Ghosts of the people we were dance in my mind for an infinite eternity. Although to some we...
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Painting
Tell me if the splatters make
sense.
I can’t see from here
I have zoomed in
close,
then pulled away.
Turned and hid.
Now it is for all to see
I’d love
to be
informed
that the splatters
made
sense.
My pigments bleed
into one another
forming
voids
non colour
through
bastardised pollination.
It leaves me confident
its not just me.
Happy accidents
happen
always
at the best time.
Although,
for a split second
your world crumbles,
but is then
revitalised....
sense.
I can’t see from here
I have zoomed in
close,
then pulled away.
Turned and hid.
Now it is for all to see
I’d love
to be
informed
that the splatters
made
sense.
My pigments bleed
into one another
forming
voids
non colour
through
bastardised pollination.
It leaves me confident
its not just me.
Happy accidents
happen
always
at the best time.
Although,
for a split second
your world crumbles,
but is then
revitalised....
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In a bar at lunchtime....
Whiskeys poured with icey showers,
the vice machine, chugs on for hours.
Sealed in brew and wide glass froth,
sticking to a surface
bar flies feast off.
Wine lunch girls flirtate aggression
to the new bar boy,
to teach him a lesson.
The redundant and the retirees
sit on the terrace, having a wheeze.
An awkward couple
out on a date
he regrets,
she wished she was late.
All aboard the vice machine!
All aboard the vice machine!
Drink and drink
not to stop,
Until you have no more
cash to drop....
the vice machine, chugs on for hours.
Sealed in brew and wide glass froth,
sticking to a surface
bar flies feast off.
Wine lunch girls flirtate aggression
to the new bar boy,
to teach him a lesson.
The redundant and the retirees
sit on the terrace, having a wheeze.
An awkward couple
out on a date
he regrets,
she wished she was late.
All aboard the vice machine!
All aboard the vice machine!
Drink and drink
not to stop,
Until you have no more
cash to drop....
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