Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 11:56pm
20th Nov 2015 11:56pm
Umami
sweetness
Everything is always ok.
Pleases my every irritability
Agrees with all my thoughts
Reassures my insecurity
sourness
Cant seem to be satisfied
Offer her massages and gifts
Stress frowns and puckered faces
No thought can offer a lift
bitterness
What have you done for me
And the world owes me
Always getting the short end of the stick
Which is why you are not the payee
saltiness
She is capable and magnifying
The drama is palpable
Brings out each nuance ...
Everything is always ok.
Pleases my every irritability
Agrees with all my thoughts
Reassures my insecurity
sourness
Cant seem to be satisfied
Offer her massages and gifts
Stress frowns and puckered faces
No thought can offer a lift
bitterness
What have you done for me
And the world owes me
Always getting the short end of the stick
Which is why you are not the payee
saltiness
She is capable and magnifying
The drama is palpable
Brings out each nuance ...
927 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 9:23am
18th Nov 2015 9:23am
missing her
knowing a bridge approaches
our time is spent like a drunken slur
she will look at me in sadness
because I have been missing
she came to me like a falling star
in the nighttime strobing blur
i listened to the beats she sang
and in the silence I miss
i discovered my enraptured interest
of mind and words that are sure
as I stroked that flawless body
knowing i would be missing
our tryst was flighty and tangent
that bucked our senses pure
the feeling at the base of my heart
swelling in this poem for
i am afraid to...
our time is spent like a drunken slur
she will look at me in sadness
because I have been missing
she came to me like a falling star
in the nighttime strobing blur
i listened to the beats she sang
and in the silence I miss
i discovered my enraptured interest
of mind and words that are sure
as I stroked that flawless body
knowing i would be missing
our tryst was flighty and tangent
that bucked our senses pure
the feeling at the base of my heart
swelling in this poem for
i am afraid to...
1001 reads
13 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2015 7:22pm
12th Nov 2015 7:22pm
Days of smoke and mirrors
day 1
Clean air sucks
Im going this way and that
Zig-zagging as I bounce
All I need is a soft puff
And this staccato breathing will go away
But I took the oath
I am honoring my better senses
Bringing into accord some idealistic persona
All around is the jitters
That buzz my brain as it withers
But no one knows
Cause I keep it close
While beneath the desk my foot is twittering
Not making a face while jittering
day 2
Curled in a ball in my brain
To escape the non-existent pain
In a roundabout of swaying...
Clean air sucks
Im going this way and that
Zig-zagging as I bounce
All I need is a soft puff
And this staccato breathing will go away
But I took the oath
I am honoring my better senses
Bringing into accord some idealistic persona
All around is the jitters
That buzz my brain as it withers
But no one knows
Cause I keep it close
While beneath the desk my foot is twittering
Not making a face while jittering
day 2
Curled in a ball in my brain
To escape the non-existent pain
In a roundabout of swaying...
805 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Nov 2015 1:31pm
8th Nov 2015 1:31pm
Praying for Mantis
The clutter of voices
Surrounding me in alien tongue
Gazing at the praying mantis'
In search of a midnight snack
Only to get their heads ripped off by morning
What am I doing.
I don't feel like being around people
But home was too lonely.
A blowjob would be nice right now
And get my head pulled off
To take the edge off of this steam
It's too much work to talk nice
So I hold onto my beer like it was my dick
Gripping it hoping someone sees the obvious phallic gesture
They won't. And I don't care.
Surrounding me in alien tongue
Gazing at the praying mantis'
In search of a midnight snack
Only to get their heads ripped off by morning
What am I doing.
I don't feel like being around people
But home was too lonely.
A blowjob would be nice right now
And get my head pulled off
To take the edge off of this steam
It's too much work to talk nice
So I hold onto my beer like it was my dick
Gripping it hoping someone sees the obvious phallic gesture
They won't. And I don't care.
659 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2015 7:27pm
3rd Nov 2015 7:27pm
Tie-dye
Your days are long
And your nights are bright
I wrote you this song
To bring you light
For your gentle kiss
Touched by your soul
Sometimes I miss
When you play your role
Fold me in your arms
And scratch my back
Its there we do no harm
As we set our course on track
Your long black hair
Drapes my earth
In my valiant stare
To show you your worth
Today is always the day
And the blue sky above
Its hard for me to say
That its you I love
You do what you need
In your retort
To find your...
And your nights are bright
I wrote you this song
To bring you light
For your gentle kiss
Touched by your soul
Sometimes I miss
When you play your role
Fold me in your arms
And scratch my back
Its there we do no harm
As we set our course on track
Your long black hair
Drapes my earth
In my valiant stare
To show you your worth
Today is always the day
And the blue sky above
Its hard for me to say
That its you I love
You do what you need
In your retort
To find your...
1037 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2015 7:08pm
3rd Nov 2015 7:08pm
Opaque Rocket
Show me how
The moon is bright
When nothing in front of me has seen the light
When I open my eyes there is darkness in sight
This vision’s plight
Many years from now
As my days grow long
The music does not play my favorite song
The world has forgotten to remember my song
What is that song
The future is vaguely clear
It fails to show me why I am here
When my friends are no longer near
Have they heard of me
With the rising sun
Or am I destined to become a lonely one
Content with my vices in the shadowy fun
Before...
The moon is bright
When nothing in front of me has seen the light
When I open my eyes there is darkness in sight
This vision’s plight
Many years from now
As my days grow long
The music does not play my favorite song
The world has forgotten to remember my song
What is that song
The future is vaguely clear
It fails to show me why I am here
When my friends are no longer near
Have they heard of me
With the rising sun
Or am I destined to become a lonely one
Content with my vices in the shadowy fun
Before...
807 reads
19 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2015 6:10pm
22nd Oct 2015 6:10pm
Inertia
Take a long heaving puff on my camel
to cripple the festering noise
and find one thought that seems pertinent
in my strange day
And I study that thought as if it was important
Looking at it, the shape of the words
How they sound
And the meanings attached to them
Which only gives more words to be studied
And examined
Like a virus that infects every neuron
With no end of satiation
Which dismantles the coherent structure
That was once there
in the one thought
A moment ago
And wonder with this mess of words
How to clean it up...
to cripple the festering noise
and find one thought that seems pertinent
in my strange day
And I study that thought as if it was important
Looking at it, the shape of the words
How they sound
And the meanings attached to them
Which only gives more words to be studied
And examined
Like a virus that infects every neuron
With no end of satiation
Which dismantles the coherent structure
That was once there
in the one thought
A moment ago
And wonder with this mess of words
How to clean it up...
919 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2015 7:29pm
21st Oct 2015 7:29pm
...And the Devil Became My Friend
Before the lake in the aftermath
Came with a thunderous sound
Where the angels from heaven
Danced with the demons from hell
Shouting blasphemous hymns
As the valleys are spread
Because the dam broke
From the celestial shaft
Whence it was a totem
At the time of its erection
In holy genuflection
Who the Angels thought
Could protect themselves
With their shield of reason
While the demons
In their nightly playground
Usurp their knowledge
With bitter war
Came with a thunderous sound
Where the angels from heaven
Danced with the demons from hell
Shouting blasphemous hymns
As the valleys are spread
Because the dam broke
From the celestial shaft
Whence it was a totem
At the time of its erection
In holy genuflection
Who the Angels thought
Could protect themselves
With their shield of reason
While the demons
In their nightly playground
Usurp their knowledge
With bitter war
774 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Oct 2015 3:54pm
17th Oct 2015 3:54pm
Venus Blooms
Good morning, Venus!
Is your flower still in bloom?
The dew drop on your lips
Cascade in a quiet rush?
Do they reach for the Eastern Sun
Or gentle wind through your petals?
How often do you smile
When warmth fills your cup?
Like a translucent sea of honey
Overflowing ecstasy
Awaiting patiently the arrival
Of your contrasting softness
From the caressing brightness
Of those delicate rays
To the sharp beam
Reflected onto your bud
During the crescent hours
As the Western navy blue sky
Engorges in its final blood red dot...
Is your flower still in bloom?
The dew drop on your lips
Cascade in a quiet rush?
Do they reach for the Eastern Sun
Or gentle wind through your petals?
How often do you smile
When warmth fills your cup?
Like a translucent sea of honey
Overflowing ecstasy
Awaiting patiently the arrival
Of your contrasting softness
From the caressing brightness
Of those delicate rays
To the sharp beam
Reflected onto your bud
During the crescent hours
As the Western navy blue sky
Engorges in its final blood red dot...
839 reads
16 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2015 6:46pm
13th Oct 2015 6:46pm
Your Thoughts Are Not Needed Here, Thank You
Where are the trees?
Where are the doves?
In this concrete room
There's nothing to love.
Stone walls and ceramic tiles
Surround me for miles and miles
I wonder if birds still sing
Or if bees still buzz
I ponder these things
In this room, just because
It's a moment of solace in my mind
Where beyond this single door
Is chaos and disorder
That I must return and do as before
And wipe my independence
Thoughts are flushed with a shirk
As I recompose my posture
And go back to work
Where are the doves?
In this concrete room
There's nothing to love.
Stone walls and ceramic tiles
Surround me for miles and miles
I wonder if birds still sing
Or if bees still buzz
I ponder these things
In this room, just because
It's a moment of solace in my mind
Where beyond this single door
Is chaos and disorder
That I must return and do as before
And wipe my independence
Thoughts are flushed with a shirk
As I recompose my posture
And go back to work
719 reads
11 Comments
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