Submissions by coprugged
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2016 10:35pm
17th Nov 2016 10:35pm
stupid stupid note #2
What parts the small brain, what marks the insane?
How much loss can one man take?
How much weight before the bone breaks?
Misplaced.
Stalled thoughts don't feel great.
I take up too much of everyone's space.
Some kind of hell or the end of the set.
I can't tell the difference with my face buried in it.
How much loss can one man take?
How much weight before the bone breaks?
Misplaced.
Stalled thoughts don't feel great.
I take up too much of everyone's space.
Some kind of hell or the end of the set.
I can't tell the difference with my face buried in it.
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2016 6:55pm
17th Nov 2016 6:55pm
Smolder
Full moon tonight and you light your cigarette without looking up.
Smoke circles your head in thick curls.
Cherry of your cigarette disappears, and appears again.
I'm against a brick wall outside of this bar, 20 feet away.
Watch you dig your fingernails into your palm, deep in thought.
Pale orange crawls across your face.
Glow without caution, the freedom calls to me.
Suddenly, I remember holding hair back.
I answer the door with roses, I fall out of the shower.
Sink my nails into someone different in the dark.
Feels dirty, feels wrong.
Pirated...
Smoke circles your head in thick curls.
Cherry of your cigarette disappears, and appears again.
I'm against a brick wall outside of this bar, 20 feet away.
Watch you dig your fingernails into your palm, deep in thought.
Pale orange crawls across your face.
Glow without caution, the freedom calls to me.
Suddenly, I remember holding hair back.
I answer the door with roses, I fall out of the shower.
Sink my nails into someone different in the dark.
Feels dirty, feels wrong.
Pirated...
604 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2016 3:20am
26th Sep 2016 3:20am
Suicide note, in case I forget to write one.
"I know that there is a fire inside of me, I just can't remember how to let it out."
550 reads
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 11:13pm
29th Jun 2016 11:13pm
Nothing.
My boss asked me if everything was alright at home today
I said nothing.
I could not tell him that i'm still shaking.
I could not tell him that my breasts were sore, and covered in dark bruises.
I could not tell him that I was wearing enough make-up to cover an entire freshman class.
Taking it off each night was exhausting.
I could not tell him that I thought I looked cool with a black-eye.
Looking into the mirror this morning, a smile forced its way out of me.
I could not tell him that I dreamed of slicing his throat in his sleep.
Watch the blood...
I said nothing.
I could not tell him that i'm still shaking.
I could not tell him that my breasts were sore, and covered in dark bruises.
I could not tell him that I was wearing enough make-up to cover an entire freshman class.
Taking it off each night was exhausting.
I could not tell him that I thought I looked cool with a black-eye.
Looking into the mirror this morning, a smile forced its way out of me.
I could not tell him that I dreamed of slicing his throat in his sleep.
Watch the blood...
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STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2016 4:31am
7th May 2016 4:31am
Into This Existential Rabbit Hole
Driving down a packed highway and the sun won't give me a fucking break.
I think a lot about this woman I've been seeing, and the freckles on her neck.
A cigarette appears in my mouth and I pull on it for awhile.
Nothing great on the current station, so I change it.
This deejay comes on and starts talking way too fast.
Unable to take him waxing poetic on Radiohead's new single, I change the channel.
I imagined him in a gloomy studio with his dick in his hand.
The car roars, the right tire shredded on the hot asphalt.
I pull over to the shoulder, and...
I think a lot about this woman I've been seeing, and the freckles on her neck.
A cigarette appears in my mouth and I pull on it for awhile.
Nothing great on the current station, so I change it.
This deejay comes on and starts talking way too fast.
Unable to take him waxing poetic on Radiohead's new single, I change the channel.
I imagined him in a gloomy studio with his dick in his hand.
The car roars, the right tire shredded on the hot asphalt.
I pull over to the shoulder, and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2016 5:10pm
30th Apr 2016 5:10pm
Important
You were important.
A punching bag, a complaint box.
A body to warm myself against.
You were important.
A mirror, a vision.
Smokescreen at the right times
You were important, and I recognize that.
Now I need to let you go.
A punching bag, a complaint box.
A body to warm myself against.
You were important.
A mirror, a vision.
Smokescreen at the right times
You were important, and I recognize that.
Now I need to let you go.
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 8:50pm
19th Apr 2016 8:50pm
Machismo
A man walks towards you.
Adjust posture, push out chest and seem bigger than you are
Drop your voice and speak clearly, void of doubt.
Make sure to crack knuckles during a pause between sentences.
A woman is on top of you.
Leave marks on the inside of her thighs, even when she tells you to "be gentle."
Get a solid grip of hair, and slap your flesh together until it hurts.
Do not reply when she moans into your ear.
Death has come near you.
Avoid conversations with grieving family.
Let your hobbies swallow and consume you.
Share...
Adjust posture, push out chest and seem bigger than you are
Drop your voice and speak clearly, void of doubt.
Make sure to crack knuckles during a pause between sentences.
A woman is on top of you.
Leave marks on the inside of her thighs, even when she tells you to "be gentle."
Get a solid grip of hair, and slap your flesh together until it hurts.
Do not reply when she moans into your ear.
Death has come near you.
Avoid conversations with grieving family.
Let your hobbies swallow and consume you.
Share...
645 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 6:03pm
22nd Mar 2016 6:03pm
stupid stupid note #1
Wait!
I thought of something to say and
in my head, it sounds really great.
but I don't like the way swallowed anger tastes
Where do I look when I can't look at your face?
Nevermind, I forgot what I wanted to say
It's alright, it never sounds the same to you.
i'm never good to explain it to you.
I thought of something to say and
in my head, it sounds really great.
but I don't like the way swallowed anger tastes
Where do I look when I can't look at your face?
Nevermind, I forgot what I wanted to say
It's alright, it never sounds the same to you.
i'm never good to explain it to you.
504 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Mar 2016 7:09pm
14th Mar 2016 7:09pm
Dog with ears back
I wait for you while you shower.
In your living room, I fold your dog's ears back because i'm an asshole.
He doesn't care, flashing his stupid dog smile that makes you laugh.
Listening to the water run, I think about a shower we had taken before.
I lather up my body and you sneak in behind me.
Run your fingers down my back.
I turn around and shift my hips into yours.
We hold each other for a minute or two.
Shower stall hiding us from everyone and everything else.
I go down on you and you scratch the shit out of my head.
Afterwards, you tell me that...
In your living room, I fold your dog's ears back because i'm an asshole.
He doesn't care, flashing his stupid dog smile that makes you laugh.
Listening to the water run, I think about a shower we had taken before.
I lather up my body and you sneak in behind me.
Run your fingers down my back.
I turn around and shift my hips into yours.
We hold each other for a minute or two.
Shower stall hiding us from everyone and everything else.
I go down on you and you scratch the shit out of my head.
Afterwards, you tell me that...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2016 2:31am
10th Jan 2016 2:31am
Earth hurts.
Dress up our lives in a rose-colored hue.
Can't promise that my eyes will stay shut.
Feeling tired and worn.
Coffee isn't doing shit for me today.
My body isn't doing shit for me today.
Old flames burn brightly
You try to drown them out.
Beer after beer after beer.
Now you're watered down.
Can't promise that my eyes will stay shut.
Feeling tired and worn.
Coffee isn't doing shit for me today.
My body isn't doing shit for me today.
Old flames burn brightly
You try to drown them out.
Beer after beer after beer.
Now you're watered down.
471 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jan 2016 4:25pm
8th Jan 2016 4:25pm
Refreshed
Took a hard left, and said goodbye to friends
Wipe the slate clean, again and again.
Refresh the page and all that had been said.
"Can I call you?"
My skin aches with a language I had not felt in years.
Past rips through me with an unflinching confidence.
Black noise fills my body, insects scrambling for an exit.
I watch my spirit rush from my lips, desperate for something light.
My belly, always thick with shit and grease and warmth, exposed and empty.
Mind burnt out with undeveloped images, fizzling up slowly.
Black and white photo of...
Wipe the slate clean, again and again.
Refresh the page and all that had been said.
"Can I call you?"
My skin aches with a language I had not felt in years.
Past rips through me with an unflinching confidence.
Black noise fills my body, insects scrambling for an exit.
I watch my spirit rush from my lips, desperate for something light.
My belly, always thick with shit and grease and warmth, exposed and empty.
Mind burnt out with undeveloped images, fizzling up slowly.
Black and white photo of...
630 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Dec 2015 1:34am
15th Dec 2015 1:34am
3 year old tea.
I couldn't talk myself down today.
I thought about you and held my breath.
I worked myself up about my body and my mind.
I had an experience but I wasn't present during
I went along with current because it was much easier
I laughed at shit I didn't think was funny.
I thought about you and held my breath.
I worked myself up about my body and my mind.
I had an experience but I wasn't present during
I went along with current because it was much easier
I laughed at shit I didn't think was funny.
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