Submissions by cherrycoke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
honest with a god-complex.
my favorite flavor of soda is regret (i'm a melodramatic drop of cold sweat)
i'm sitting pretty,
wasted inside my sheets.
soon to be washed out on the concrete
like a faded chalk drawing.
i stare at a screen,
killing time and killing myself waiting.
sixteen going on seventeen
i'm a realist when i shouldn't be.
in the parking lot of sears
at midnight riding shopping carts
it looked post apocalyptic but we were infinite.
till we got scared at the thought of killers lurking.
i haven't lived,
never tasting cherry chapstick
or the sting of stolen drinks
while swinging my legs, ...
wasted inside my sheets.
soon to be washed out on the concrete
like a faded chalk drawing.
i stare at a screen,
killing time and killing myself waiting.
sixteen going on seventeen
i'm a realist when i shouldn't be.
in the parking lot of sears
at midnight riding shopping carts
it looked post apocalyptic but we were infinite.
till we got scared at the thought of killers lurking.
i haven't lived,
never tasting cherry chapstick
or the sting of stolen drinks
while swinging my legs, ...
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where i'm from
I am from cracked concrete and quiet Suburban streets,
From saturday morning cartoons to worry free bike rides.
I am from “I’ll quit tomorrow,”
The smoke from a cheap cigarette.
From Autumn leaves crunching on a sidewalk beneath size 4 feet
To blocking out verses with crayons in church.
I am from my mother’s pain pills that no longer cure
And winter coats that still elicit a “burr.”
I’m from “Ghostbusters” and a little sponge under the sea
To the remnants of an American dream.
From shopping carts and 2-for-1 specials
To mallrats and chain...
From saturday morning cartoons to worry free bike rides.
I am from “I’ll quit tomorrow,”
The smoke from a cheap cigarette.
From Autumn leaves crunching on a sidewalk beneath size 4 feet
To blocking out verses with crayons in church.
I am from my mother’s pain pills that no longer cure
And winter coats that still elicit a “burr.”
I’m from “Ghostbusters” and a little sponge under the sea
To the remnants of an American dream.
From shopping carts and 2-for-1 specials
To mallrats and chain...
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i killed the world (god-complex)
my shaky voice and slow words
can’t trick you into thinking i’m pretty
they say it sometimes on the internet
but i think they just want to taste me--fuck a girl like the movies--
it’s not real, i gave my best pose
watch me while i decompose
I need to get out of my head
and realize i’m not the only one half-dead
the pavement and the supermarkets closing in on me
and i’m writing myself out
to hold my world up
sanity’s slipping away and i think i’m a disembodied corpse of myself
crack open my skull and find God lying there ...
can’t trick you into thinking i’m pretty
they say it sometimes on the internet
but i think they just want to taste me--fuck a girl like the movies--
it’s not real, i gave my best pose
watch me while i decompose
I need to get out of my head
and realize i’m not the only one half-dead
the pavement and the supermarkets closing in on me
and i’m writing myself out
to hold my world up
sanity’s slipping away and i think i’m a disembodied corpse of myself
crack open my skull and find God lying there ...
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pure headache (get out of my mind)
take my heart and keep running with it.
running to find a better set of bones underneath more willing girls.
my head's rewinding like a VHS
while you're still spewing the same hollow words out your mouth
and hoping to get fucking lucky this time.
she'll tell you what your body wants to hear
and that you're better than you know you are.
you never wanted me to be real
since your hands couldn't touch me.
and it'll take time for my brain to heal
but i'm not a corpse yet
so stop trying to dig my grave, darling.
running to find a better set of bones underneath more willing girls.
my head's rewinding like a VHS
while you're still spewing the same hollow words out your mouth
and hoping to get fucking lucky this time.
she'll tell you what your body wants to hear
and that you're better than you know you are.
you never wanted me to be real
since your hands couldn't touch me.
and it'll take time for my brain to heal
but i'm not a corpse yet
so stop trying to dig my grave, darling.
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period cramps
my stomach's cramping up,
i don't even wanna have babies
so my pain is pointless--fuck.
where's god when you need her?
my youth's passing by in one big blur
while i sit on the couch
and think about how famous i'm going to be
i'm such a fuck-up, conceited wannabe
i'm just a post-9/11 stress-fed apathetic media-obsessed scared kid
and so are you baby
so let's hang by our necks together
and swing the night away
till we learn to suffer like they do.
i don't even wanna have babies
so my pain is pointless--fuck.
where's god when you need her?
my youth's passing by in one big blur
while i sit on the couch
and think about how famous i'm going to be
i'm such a fuck-up, conceited wannabe
i'm just a post-9/11 stress-fed apathetic media-obsessed scared kid
and so are you baby
so let's hang by our necks together
and swing the night away
till we learn to suffer like they do.
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small talk
meaningless conversation makes my heart
and stomach full,
starving myself for a bit of control--always giving in
i'm a mouthful, i'm a spoonful of caustic wit
my friends sit in silence and grab hold of life
while i talk trash to fill the gaps and wait for life
to come to my bedside
i wanna walk aimlessly through the mall
till i'm 25
i'm wasting, i'm fading, i'm falling
behind
the surface is easier--let's make small talk
till we never see each other again and live through the television
spread my body on the sidewalks
let me...
and stomach full,
starving myself for a bit of control--always giving in
i'm a mouthful, i'm a spoonful of caustic wit
my friends sit in silence and grab hold of life
while i talk trash to fill the gaps and wait for life
to come to my bedside
i wanna walk aimlessly through the mall
till i'm 25
i'm wasting, i'm fading, i'm falling
behind
the surface is easier--let's make small talk
till we never see each other again and live through the television
spread my body on the sidewalks
let me...
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joyrides
i'm sick of screaming,
i just wanna get along,
can’t kill my head anymore
can’t make Heaven last long
i think i’m gonna be God’s whore
i think i’m gonna drown down here
my bones will disappear into the back
of a classroom--the Midwest’s my puppeteer, my mind’s
about to go boom
i’m on the inside
i’m the mouth that lied, hands that tried, brain that died
i’m sitting within our late night joyrides forever
forever the smoke lingers in backyard summers
i’m at your funeral five years from now
hit me like a bullet,...
i just wanna get along,
can’t kill my head anymore
can’t make Heaven last long
i think i’m gonna be God’s whore
i think i’m gonna drown down here
my bones will disappear into the back
of a classroom--the Midwest’s my puppeteer, my mind’s
about to go boom
i’m on the inside
i’m the mouth that lied, hands that tried, brain that died
i’m sitting within our late night joyrides forever
forever the smoke lingers in backyard summers
i’m at your funeral five years from now
hit me like a bullet,...
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grow up
i'm losing my head, losing my wit
finding my dread
at a pace faster than it takes
to drive down winding roads at half past eight
i feel like i might belong in my body
but at any moment could rip out my skin
and let myself run to Nowhere
but i'm already in the middle of Nowhere--
a flyover state, gas rates, highways
no way out of the strip malls, cookie cutters, water gun bullets
12 mile distant skyscrapers
neverending roads leading to childhood homes of little gods
never lived like the goonies--damn what a waste of youth
and...
finding my dread
at a pace faster than it takes
to drive down winding roads at half past eight
i feel like i might belong in my body
but at any moment could rip out my skin
and let myself run to Nowhere
but i'm already in the middle of Nowhere--
a flyover state, gas rates, highways
no way out of the strip malls, cookie cutters, water gun bullets
12 mile distant skyscrapers
neverending roads leading to childhood homes of little gods
never lived like the goonies--damn what a waste of youth
and...
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summer
carve me out of these winding roads,
make time slow,
so i can breathe till the end of summer,
these fantasies are killing me forever,
kiss me for the minute, ignore me forever
i’m running out of ways to hope, ways to cope
i’ve been using strawberry-scented soap
but that doesn’t lure you into me
maybe it’s my squeaky knees, big glasses
--i’m just not fit for the masses
i heat up when i see you blurred into the corner of my eye
i’ll be your psychopathic, anxiety-fueled heart attack
you’ll be my reason to float, reason to straighten my...
make time slow,
so i can breathe till the end of summer,
these fantasies are killing me forever,
kiss me for the minute, ignore me forever
i’m running out of ways to hope, ways to cope
i’ve been using strawberry-scented soap
but that doesn’t lure you into me
maybe it’s my squeaky knees, big glasses
--i’m just not fit for the masses
i heat up when i see you blurred into the corner of my eye
i’ll be your psychopathic, anxiety-fueled heart attack
you’ll be my reason to float, reason to straighten my...
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2 Comments
eye contact
the cops are killing,
the sidewalks are graveyards
but here i am forgetting the world--spilling my mind
onto you and nobody that’ll listen
let me break out of my body just for a minute
oh baby i’m falling hard
into your brain in the nervous visions
i’ve created to keep my limbs moving
i’ll write my suicide letter in dollar store lipstick
on the school bathroom mirror
for all the kids to see
i think i like you but you can’t hear
you’re not here--sitting two seats away from me
or halfway across town
i’ll see you...
the sidewalks are graveyards
but here i am forgetting the world--spilling my mind
onto you and nobody that’ll listen
let me break out of my body just for a minute
oh baby i’m falling hard
into your brain in the nervous visions
i’ve created to keep my limbs moving
i’ll write my suicide letter in dollar store lipstick
on the school bathroom mirror
for all the kids to see
i think i like you but you can’t hear
you’re not here--sitting two seats away from me
or halfway across town
i’ll see you...
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