Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2021 2:20am
8th Jul 2021 2:20am
I Want
I want to be held
I want to be touched
I want to be hugged
I want to suck on a bottle
I want to suck on my thumb
I want to laugh
I want to play
I want to feel love
I want my mommy to love me
I want to be smiled at
I want to be encouraged my father
I want to be supported by my siblings
I want to be accepted by my family
I want to succeed
I want you
I want you to want me
I want to be desired
I want the things you like
I want you to like the things I like
I want to have those things
I want you to...
I want to be touched
I want to be hugged
I want to suck on a bottle
I want to suck on my thumb
I want to laugh
I want to play
I want to feel love
I want my mommy to love me
I want to be smiled at
I want to be encouraged my father
I want to be supported by my siblings
I want to be accepted by my family
I want to succeed
I want you
I want you to want me
I want to be desired
I want the things you like
I want you to like the things I like
I want to have those things
I want you to...
#SelfDiscovery
518 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2021 12:06pm
29th Jun 2021 12:06pm
The Shape
When you look at me
What do you see?
Nothing but a brown-eyed boy
Caught in an aging body
Scared of change
Because now is too good
Hopelessly trying to figure things out
Having words, but no answers
Barely able to see over the counter
To order a pack of cigarettes
Leering at the beautiful women
Who are about as young as my heart
In the company of my friendly thoughts
What do you see?
Nothing but a brown-eyed boy
Caught in an aging body
Scared of change
Because now is too good
Hopelessly trying to figure things out
Having words, but no answers
Barely able to see over the counter
To order a pack of cigarettes
Leering at the beautiful women
Who are about as young as my heart
In the company of my friendly thoughts
#SelfReflection
339 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jun 2021 3:24pm
24th Jun 2021 3:24pm
Missing Him
#relationships
#sex
#respect
409 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2021 10:58am
21st Jun 2021 10:58am
There is Nothing Back Then
There is a time when my mind is free
Free of thought where I wont stop it
Or chastise it for thinking a thought
But rather, be permissible
Let it roam corners of the brain
That it does not usually go to
To explore dark pathways
And discover some hidden treasures about myself
And the world
And the make up of
Its own energy
Biology or electricity
Or a force not known to myself
In any way I see fit
To darken the lights
And shine upon the specific
Symbolic
and Meteoric under Earth
That has been trodging...
Free of thought where I wont stop it
Or chastise it for thinking a thought
But rather, be permissible
Let it roam corners of the brain
That it does not usually go to
To explore dark pathways
And discover some hidden treasures about myself
And the world
And the make up of
Its own energy
Biology or electricity
Or a force not known to myself
In any way I see fit
To darken the lights
And shine upon the specific
Symbolic
and Meteoric under Earth
That has been trodging...
#dreams
#myself
#StreamOfConsciousness
265 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2021 10:58am
21st Jun 2021 10:58am
Ego Testicle
The morning is pregnant with hope and newness.
Sipping on my coffee I smile when the warm rays touch my skin.
Like the Sun God Ra reaching out with motherly affection.
Everything is possible.
I can do anything.
But I can’t do everything.
So what do I want to do?
Let think about this.
Be really serious
I think I need more coffee
Deep contemplation for better results
I know that I should eat better
And exercise.
I really want to do that
Where should I start?
Maybe some light cardio
To build momentum
Stop...
Sipping on my coffee I smile when the warm rays touch my skin.
Like the Sun God Ra reaching out with motherly affection.
Everything is possible.
I can do anything.
But I can’t do everything.
So what do I want to do?
Let think about this.
Be really serious
I think I need more coffee
Deep contemplation for better results
I know that I should eat better
And exercise.
I really want to do that
Where should I start?
Maybe some light cardio
To build momentum
Stop...
#LifeChangingMoment
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2021 1:58pm
18th Jun 2021 1:58pm
Ancient American Theater
PUBLIC SELF: Oh how thou proud!
Let me
Greet thee with
Hospitality.
I am in the finest of moods.
Spledour and rapture comes over me
When I visit my friends
Pour the win and cut the lamb
Celebration for I am happy and well!
Let me tell you the latest joke
So we shall laugh with our bellies
And delight in the deserts of intoxications
Pass the cherry cheesecake over here
Pour more brandy and rum
Love for all and not a care in the world.
Ah, but the night has grown long
And now I must return back to my abode. ...
Let me
Greet thee with
Hospitality.
I am in the finest of moods.
Spledour and rapture comes over me
When I visit my friends
Pour the win and cut the lamb
Celebration for I am happy and well!
Let me tell you the latest joke
So we shall laugh with our bellies
And delight in the deserts of intoxications
Pass the cherry cheesecake over here
Pour more brandy and rum
Love for all and not a care in the world.
Ah, but the night has grown long
And now I must return back to my abode. ...
#myself
279 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2021 6:09pm
17th Jun 2021 6:09pm
How to be a Jerk Off
Im paralyzed
And so I stay in this pattern
Going around and around
While the muck builds up around me
I can resist it for a while
But when the walls start to cave into my path
Where I cannot continue this pattern
What will happen?
What if I actually get what I want?
I am so comfortable in my failures
So at home in my disappointments
That any sense of success becomes suspicious
How, then, can I manage to sabotage what is good for me?
I am sure if I just spend a little so my bank account goes negative will put me back at ease ...
And so I stay in this pattern
Going around and around
While the muck builds up around me
I can resist it for a while
But when the walls start to cave into my path
Where I cannot continue this pattern
What will happen?
What if I actually get what I want?
I am so comfortable in my failures
So at home in my disappointments
That any sense of success becomes suspicious
How, then, can I manage to sabotage what is good for me?
I am sure if I just spend a little so my bank account goes negative will put me back at ease ...
#fear
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3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2021 2:52pm
17th Jun 2021 2:52pm
Children of a Dark Beginning
She had even said I love you
All He heard her say was "no"
He is cloaked in charcoal smoke
To mystify the onlookers
Casting out concrete definition
And upholding vagueness
She was feminine magnified
Long legs and hair, with piercing eyes;
Beauty that rains on you -
And all he can see was danger
All she could see was devotion
All He heard her say was "no"
He is cloaked in charcoal smoke
To mystify the onlookers
Casting out concrete definition
And upholding vagueness
She was feminine magnified
Long legs and hair, with piercing eyes;
Beauty that rains on you -
And all he can see was danger
All she could see was devotion
#TruthOfLife
#fear
262 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2020 1:40pm
12th Dec 2020 1:40pm
Discovery First
At the moment
Of our meeting
I am naked
I stand humbly
To be honest with my intentions
Although you look to me
Your words speak of my negative space
Your actions avoid my touch
Your thoughts judge grotesquely.
In a tailored suit
Well made and shiny material
I approach you.
I catch your gaze.
With words dressed in silk and satin.
You unravel your dress
And show me your honest intentions
Humbly naked.
Of our meeting
I am naked
I stand humbly
To be honest with my intentions
Although you look to me
Your words speak of my negative space
Your actions avoid my touch
Your thoughts judge grotesquely.
In a tailored suit
Well made and shiny material
I approach you.
I catch your gaze.
With words dressed in silk and satin.
You unravel your dress
And show me your honest intentions
Humbly naked.
#sex
#SelfDiscovery
335 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2020 10:17pm
19th Nov 2020 10:17pm
Call me sometime
#lust
#sex
#orgasm
668 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2020 4:49pm
29th Oct 2020 4:49pm
Union Through Decomposition
Its not that I can't have her
Its that when I do have her, I dont want her
And her want for me
Pushes me towards another
Whom I can't have
This lack of commitment is a shield
Protecting my heart
Protecting my gut
As I roil in the soil
To return to my natural self
The dirt and grime
With my maggot relatives
I dont know how to care for myself. Lounging in filth while I stare off into the screen of distraction. I rather do drugs and let myself go than do something that would help myself. I look forward to overeating. Not in...
Its that when I do have her, I dont want her
And her want for me
Pushes me towards another
Whom I can't have
This lack of commitment is a shield
Protecting my heart
Protecting my gut
As I roil in the soil
To return to my natural self
The dirt and grime
With my maggot relatives
I dont know how to care for myself. Lounging in filth while I stare off into the screen of distraction. I rather do drugs and let myself go than do something that would help myself. I look forward to overeating. Not in...
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 3:56pm
20th Oct 2020 3:56pm
Of Ash and Fire
I have not been touched by a thought
As moving as this one night
Following a short meditation
That showed me the possibility
Of being a waste of an individual life
I have not followed the Socratic instruction
Of inspecting myself to any satisfying depth
And the inevitable question that comes from this kind of thinking:
What do I have to look forward to?
Philosophically it’s a good question
What sets this apart from any inquiry is the strings attached
And those are thin strings
Thin enough to be invisible
But strong enough...
As moving as this one night
Following a short meditation
That showed me the possibility
Of being a waste of an individual life
I have not followed the Socratic instruction
Of inspecting myself to any satisfying depth
And the inevitable question that comes from this kind of thinking:
What do I have to look forward to?
Philosophically it’s a good question
What sets this apart from any inquiry is the strings attached
And those are thin strings
Thin enough to be invisible
But strong enough...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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0 Comments
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