Submissions by fleshofdanny
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If ever you're scorned....wish not death for revenge, but impotence. :)
ANGER POEM
Published
1st May 2019 10:39am
1st May 2019 10:39am
Depth Curse
Rotted rose pedals.
Do you want a medal for being shallow?
Oceanic buoy.
Back flips of rejection dipped in misery makes you laugh at what is good.
Desert in heat.
Psychopathic award show and you're the proud winner.
Plateau iceberg.
Your daylight darkness is a taxi waiting for an unsuspecting fare.
Camp fire.
Your inhumanity is dancing between grinding teeth in the oceans of my mouth.
Rotted tomato.
You mock my depth because your only enemy is a mirror.
Do you want a medal for being shallow?
Oceanic buoy.
Back flips of rejection dipped in misery makes you laugh at what is good.
Desert in heat.
Psychopathic award show and you're the proud winner.
Plateau iceberg.
Your daylight darkness is a taxi waiting for an unsuspecting fare.
Camp fire.
Your inhumanity is dancing between grinding teeth in the oceans of my mouth.
Rotted tomato.
You mock my depth because your only enemy is a mirror.
#anger
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2019 10:35am
1st May 2019 10:35am
Reflection Room Scene
Was there ever a time when I was happy for longer than a day?
Why am I only attractive to people temporarily?
When I get hurt, why does it take me so long to recover?
Why do people leave me so effortlessly as though I never existed at all?
Why do people beat me down as though I'm the one with the problem?
Why am I no longer hungry for new ideas?
Why do people prefer mockery and insecurity over integrity and character?
Why are lies and scandal more enticing than truth?
Why do I torture myself over these...
Why am I only attractive to people temporarily?
When I get hurt, why does it take me so long to recover?
Why do people leave me so effortlessly as though I never existed at all?
Why do people beat me down as though I'm the one with the problem?
Why am I no longer hungry for new ideas?
Why do people prefer mockery and insecurity over integrity and character?
Why are lies and scandal more enticing than truth?
Why do I torture myself over these...
#grief
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 5:17pm
23rd Aug 2012 5:17pm
Paradise is a person.
Tell me nothing, but that you love the stars.
Smile at me to kiss you in the rain.
When I fell in love.
It was because I saw myself in you.
We left our luggage at the airport.
There was nothing inside them that we wanted.
We were, "reborn through recognition."
That day, was the first day for us both.
We looked upon the world with new eyes.
And the world looked back at us, and smiled.
We cried-happy into eachothers chests.
We looked into eachothers eyes with wonder, excitement......freedom from the bondage of our...
Smile at me to kiss you in the rain.
When I fell in love.
It was because I saw myself in you.
We left our luggage at the airport.
There was nothing inside them that we wanted.
We were, "reborn through recognition."
That day, was the first day for us both.
We looked upon the world with new eyes.
And the world looked back at us, and smiled.
We cried-happy into eachothers chests.
We looked into eachothers eyes with wonder, excitement......freedom from the bondage of our...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 4:34pm
23rd Aug 2012 4:34pm
Nothing says stupid, like religion.
fear
adolescence
lies
eat
smell
death
maim
pain
truth
beauty
joy
nothing
sad
control
slavery
adolescence
lies
eat
smell
death
maim
pain
truth
beauty
joy
nothing
sad
control
slavery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2012 9:05pm
22nd Aug 2012 9:05pm
Answering machine.
Switch draft boards based on season.
Eat upon yourself and tell us.
Tell the world what it means to be you.
Tell us the best story you can muster.
What good are poems?
That, to capture, expose, console, and consume.
All meat has a price to bare that bleeds.
Wipe away your tears, and show us truthfully.
It's not about what you say.
It's about what you give the world.
Second rated action.
First rate thirst for self-identity.
Who wants to be molested through a key-hole monitor?
Sing your songs, tap dance through...
Eat upon yourself and tell us.
Tell the world what it means to be you.
Tell us the best story you can muster.
What good are poems?
That, to capture, expose, console, and consume.
All meat has a price to bare that bleeds.
Wipe away your tears, and show us truthfully.
It's not about what you say.
It's about what you give the world.
Second rated action.
First rate thirst for self-identity.
Who wants to be molested through a key-hole monitor?
Sing your songs, tap dance through...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 8:48pm
20th Aug 2012 8:48pm
The greatest Infamy; Animals.
What we do to them....
How we treat them....
Millions used and abused, and consumed every year.
We vivisect them
We sodomize them
We eat from them
If animals could speak, and they told us to STOP! - would we?
Knowing the mob as I do....we'd STILL fuck over animals.
We keep them as pets
We use them for labor
We commit actrocity in labratories to find cures for our shortcomings.
Mankind, ever the pervert.
Ever the most selfish animal of them all.
This is seflsihness without responsibility.
Abuse an animal...
How we treat them....
Millions used and abused, and consumed every year.
We vivisect them
We sodomize them
We eat from them
If animals could speak, and they told us to STOP! - would we?
Knowing the mob as I do....we'd STILL fuck over animals.
We keep them as pets
We use them for labor
We commit actrocity in labratories to find cures for our shortcomings.
Mankind, ever the pervert.
Ever the most selfish animal of them all.
This is seflsihness without responsibility.
Abuse an animal...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 9:11pm
12th Aug 2012 9:11pm
One flame, balanced.
I am here, but not in itself.
For all the horrors abound, charmed, let's keep this personal.
I wind my oldest clock to the second you left.
It's there to keep me pure and innocent.
Under the Sun I can levitate, and call it show of glare.
But in shade, I can tell you who you are, eyes, called-truth.
In nighttide hours I am strongest as a shadowed bird asleep.
In love, and in hate...I am the same, cored.
Peculiar biopsy of self-made.
This is true, and this is honestly more.
When two wrongs are committed.
A right is...
For all the horrors abound, charmed, let's keep this personal.
I wind my oldest clock to the second you left.
It's there to keep me pure and innocent.
Under the Sun I can levitate, and call it show of glare.
But in shade, I can tell you who you are, eyes, called-truth.
In nighttide hours I am strongest as a shadowed bird asleep.
In love, and in hate...I am the same, cored.
Peculiar biopsy of self-made.
This is true, and this is honestly more.
When two wrongs are committed.
A right is...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 8:16pm
12th Aug 2012 8:16pm
Thrown at you.
I throw stones.
And I hit people in the face with them.
Tell me, lie to me.
Show me I'm wrong for throwing stones.
I throw stones because you deserve it.
I throw them because nobody else will.
I live in a glass house, and people call me hero.
I'm hero because they wish they threw stones.
Come to my home to throw stones.
Nothing breaks.
And I hit people in the face with them.
Tell me, lie to me.
Show me I'm wrong for throwing stones.
I throw stones because you deserve it.
I throw them because nobody else will.
I live in a glass house, and people call me hero.
I'm hero because they wish they threw stones.
Come to my home to throw stones.
Nothing breaks.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 9:02pm
10th Aug 2012 9:02pm
Emotionally disqualified by proxy
Am I who you say I am.
A dwindling fool within himself.
I rarely last more than 5 minutes.
And I blame you for that shade of black.
I built you up.
And broken down lays waste that is me.
Day by day.
Lost in a blinded daze of what you think.
On Tuesdays, you give me just a little bit more.
And on Fridays, you wish I killed myself on Wednesday.
In my dreams, I sing songs of: "better to be used, than to be useless."
I always wake up in a sweat, like I've been dead for 5 minutes.
And when I touch you.
I...
A dwindling fool within himself.
I rarely last more than 5 minutes.
And I blame you for that shade of black.
I built you up.
And broken down lays waste that is me.
Day by day.
Lost in a blinded daze of what you think.
On Tuesdays, you give me just a little bit more.
And on Fridays, you wish I killed myself on Wednesday.
In my dreams, I sing songs of: "better to be used, than to be useless."
I always wake up in a sweat, like I've been dead for 5 minutes.
And when I touch you.
I...
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Aug 2012 6:52pm
8th Aug 2012 6:52pm
Close your own doors!
I'm here for you not.
Ask me to close your doors, and you'll see me rot.
You can't ask me to solve your problems.
Ask, and I'll judge you in riddles.
I'm living my own life with bare teeth.
No one said it'll be easy, but that you must do it yourself.
Today is tomorrow, and today will never happen again.
Close your own doors!
Ask me to close your doors, and you'll see me rot.
You can't ask me to solve your problems.
Ask, and I'll judge you in riddles.
I'm living my own life with bare teeth.
No one said it'll be easy, but that you must do it yourself.
Today is tomorrow, and today will never happen again.
Close your own doors!
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 2:11am
6th Aug 2012 2:11am
Nemesis Curse.
I am your nemesis.
I am the person you wish you saw in yourself.
I am your nemesis.
I am the superman in your dreams that kills your demons.
I am your nemesis.
I am the finger pointing you in the right direction.
I am your nemesis.
I am the guilt you bare, everytime you see my face.
I am your nemesis.
I am the mirror reflection of what you deny within yourself.
I am your nemesis.
I am the fist you clinch when you need to fight to the death.
I am your nemesis.
I am your conscience telling you to leave instead of...
I am the person you wish you saw in yourself.
I am your nemesis.
I am the superman in your dreams that kills your demons.
I am your nemesis.
I am the finger pointing you in the right direction.
I am your nemesis.
I am the guilt you bare, everytime you see my face.
I am your nemesis.
I am the mirror reflection of what you deny within yourself.
I am your nemesis.
I am the fist you clinch when you need to fight to the death.
I am your nemesis.
I am your conscience telling you to leave instead of...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 7:27pm
3rd Aug 2012 7:27pm
Annul
I wish I was a bird, so that I can touch the clouds.
Please don't stay.
When I toss and turn in bed, it's because I'm not happy.
Please walk away.
The way the light falls, tells of the time.
When you took and left.
I can't make you stay.
All the favors called-in, annul me, and make me see the light.
Please don't stay.
When I toss and turn in bed, it's because I'm not happy.
Please walk away.
The way the light falls, tells of the time.
When you took and left.
I can't make you stay.
All the favors called-in, annul me, and make me see the light.
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