Submissions by grapesoftime (apocalyptic high)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I got hummingbirds and orchids and rainbows and filthy streetwalking hookers and acid sex blood cults in my head, and poetry bleeds them out from my veins onto the page
SONG LYRICS
Published
18th Jul 2019 7:12pm
18th Jul 2019 7:12pm
Mania
I needed
To type out
These violets and
Violence and
Sex and death and
Silence
I’m
Manic on
Tuesdays and
Handcuffed to thursdays and
Needless to say my
Disease is contagious
I freak on my
Lovers they
Miss me
They
Miss me
And I am
The study of
The study of
Such entropy
The study of
The bloody glove and
Entrails
Dichotomies
I am
I’m dissonance
I’m cognitive
But barely
And how do you do it
You tend to...
To type out
These violets and
Violence and
Sex and death and
Silence
I’m
Manic on
Tuesdays and
Handcuffed to thursdays and
Needless to say my
Disease is contagious
I freak on my
Lovers they
Miss me
They
Miss me
And I am
The study of
The study of
Such entropy
The study of
The bloody glove and
Entrails
Dichotomies
I am
I’m dissonance
I’m cognitive
But barely
And how do you do it
You tend to...
#anxiety
#lyrics
#lover #surreal
#lover #surreal
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Dec 2018 00:22am
21st Dec 2018 00:22am
Punk Jim Le Scheherazade
Punk Jim Punk Jim
In his old tin flats
Mania in his cranium
And painted rainbow cats
He lets the hoodrats paint them
And the cats don’t try to fight
See, the paint’s infused with ketamine
And they wander in every night
Punk Jim Punk Jim
With his nebula hair
Glittered and dark rainbow
Stained glass in his stare
He’s got the body of a leper
And the instincts of a lynx
Surrealist desert emotions
And he lives off of a jinx
Punk Jim Punk Jim
Collects psilocybin from his sink
The residue builds up ...
In his old tin flats
Mania in his cranium
And painted rainbow cats
He lets the hoodrats paint them
And the cats don’t try to fight
See, the paint’s infused with ketamine
And they wander in every night
Punk Jim Punk Jim
With his nebula hair
Glittered and dark rainbow
Stained glass in his stare
He’s got the body of a leper
And the instincts of a lynx
Surrealist desert emotions
And he lives off of a jinx
Punk Jim Punk Jim
Collects psilocybin from his sink
The residue builds up ...
#dark
#murder
#drugs #surreal
#drugs #surreal
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2018 6:58pm
3rd Dec 2018 6:58pm
Patterns In The Sky (And Other Deplorable Behavior)
Poetry is like heroin
I mean... I've never TRIED heroin
but it feels like a warm
bath of
impossibly warm
blood"
He stood in the frame of the shot for approximately 3 seconds, looking sideways and chiaroscuro as all hell
he was a space cadet fighter pilot
freaked out punk
he liked to motorboat the alien girls' triple tits
whenever he got drunk
a dockworker by day
shibari rigger by night
loved the taste of gunpowder and the smell of a fight
"And I just think that maybe, if we all dropped down and fell asleep for...
I mean... I've never TRIED heroin
but it feels like a warm
bath of
impossibly warm
blood"
He stood in the frame of the shot for approximately 3 seconds, looking sideways and chiaroscuro as all hell
he was a space cadet fighter pilot
freaked out punk
he liked to motorboat the alien girls' triple tits
whenever he got drunk
a dockworker by day
shibari rigger by night
loved the taste of gunpowder and the smell of a fight
"And I just think that maybe, if we all dropped down and fell asleep for...
#mirror
#humankind
#aliens
#ForbiddenLove
#temptation
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2018 8:35am
1st Oct 2018 8:35am
A Sermon On The State Of Things (Past And Future)
Techno monks and out of place cerebellums
Stilling their overclocked terabyte minds
Adjusting the many plethora of cords around them to sit in lotus
Or butterfly
Meditating in the city
To the drone and drone
Electronic ohm
The wires speak! Listen to that hummmmmmmm
Knocking on mirrors and waving doorknobs away
Secret like
Masonic handshakes saluting the earth
The secret places of her hips
And secrets only she knows
Agnostic is a gnostic and we all seek...
Stilling their overclocked terabyte minds
Adjusting the many plethora of cords around them to sit in lotus
Or butterfly
Meditating in the city
To the drone and drone
Electronic ohm
The wires speak! Listen to that hummmmmmmm
Knocking on mirrors and waving doorknobs away
Secret like
Masonic handshakes saluting the earth
The secret places of her hips
And secrets only she knows
Agnostic is a gnostic and we all seek...
#technology
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#meditation
#temptation
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2018 8:30am
1st Oct 2018 8:30am
A Bloodletting (In Fragments)
Cadmium-powered horses block the 4 lane road
Wolves abound
Wolves in glass with frozen snarls
It’s desert outside, a surrealist’s wet dream
It’s always stark desert and skies the bluest blue you could picture
Rape trees bloom here
Sadists are in the desert
Here you can feel the origin of psychopathy and the lazy, pale hunter
Sufferers in the desert
The veins in his ankles burped at him like a frog
Ribbit
Ribbit
Ribbit
You could feel the carbon dioxide...
Wolves abound
Wolves in glass with frozen snarls
It’s desert outside, a surrealist’s wet dream
It’s always stark desert and skies the bluest blue you could picture
Rape trees bloom here
Sadists are in the desert
Here you can feel the origin of psychopathy and the lazy, pale hunter
Sufferers in the desert
The veins in his ankles burped at him like a frog
Ribbit
Ribbit
Ribbit
You could feel the carbon dioxide...
#universe
#apocalypse
#mythology #nightmares
#mythology #nightmares
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 3:04am
18th Sep 2018 3:04am
A Love Poem From An Aromantic (Oh My Oh Me, But Tonight We Are To Ride On Stallions In The Sky)
Let me die a thousand small deaths in between your breasts
Coward I am
Beauty that you are
My biggest regret if not my one and only
That we never did meet and explore each other’s bodies like toddlers on drugs seeing nudity and genitals for the first time
Not even lust
Not just lust
Just us
Justus
Curiosity
“How do you taste?”
Every salty and every sour and every sweet and all this sweat
The smell of my drool on your neck and the dizzying mixture of hormones from our intertwined lovers’ archetype bodies
I do not care...
Coward I am
Beauty that you are
My biggest regret if not my one and only
That we never did meet and explore each other’s bodies like toddlers on drugs seeing nudity and genitals for the first time
Not even lust
Not just lust
Just us
Justus
Curiosity
“How do you taste?”
Every salty and every sour and every sweet and all this sweat
The smell of my drool on your neck and the dizzying mixture of hormones from our intertwined lovers’ archetype bodies
I do not care...
#love
#lust
#sensual #ForbiddenLove
#sensual #ForbiddenLove
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 2:55am
18th Sep 2018 2:55am
A Different Age (And Out Of Context)
I want
To love
A Portuguese spinster
And the squeaky sound of a comb going through hair
Like a tightly wound oily violin string
Is the sound of her ergot walking laughter
Blossom lips and vulgar Portuguese hips
Erotic as the promise of
“Oh darling it’s going to be so much worse in the dark
When I turn out the lights”
The promise of wet and warm and
Copper and iron and
Soft and squishy
Sex as an ostracized display
Ease down on my cock and flail your limbs
Anything to feel you
Wet on my stomach
Kiss me ...
To love
A Portuguese spinster
And the squeaky sound of a comb going through hair
Like a tightly wound oily violin string
Is the sound of her ergot walking laughter
Blossom lips and vulgar Portuguese hips
Erotic as the promise of
“Oh darling it’s going to be so much worse in the dark
When I turn out the lights”
The promise of wet and warm and
Copper and iron and
Soft and squishy
Sex as an ostracized display
Ease down on my cock and flail your limbs
Anything to feel you
Wet on my stomach
Kiss me ...
#beauty
#art
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2018 10:46pm
13th Feb 2018 10:46pm
Maintenance Checkup
I’m waving my dick in my hands
And now it’s out of my pants with sunshine in my eyes Orange sunshine on my tongue
and I cried when you hurt me and I lied about love and I never wanted to be human and this pain doesn’t end…
So love I am sorry but we cannot continue and boss I’m reluctant but I can’t go to work and mom I’m so tired I’m tired and scared and brother I see you’re weary so rest with me here and we’ll race beers to the finish to the bitter spitting end
Cause I still feel my hands and my soul needs to mend
Let’s run to the harbor and spike each...
And now it’s out of my pants with sunshine in my eyes Orange sunshine on my tongue
and I cried when you hurt me and I lied about love and I never wanted to be human and this pain doesn’t end…
So love I am sorry but we cannot continue and boss I’m reluctant but I can’t go to work and mom I’m so tired I’m tired and scared and brother I see you’re weary so rest with me here and we’ll race beers to the finish to the bitter spitting end
Cause I still feel my hands and my soul needs to mend
Let’s run to the harbor and spike each...
#lust
#erotic
#lover #dirty
#lover #dirty
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2018 00:48am
2nd Feb 2018 00:48am
Confessions Of Afterwards
Mushed genitals
mashing together
till hard meets so wet it's flattering
and I'm a flea-bitten dog of an old boy curing green sickness still
and he's got a pussy so I don't care
and he's got the softest lips
and I've never ever...
but I can give leg-shaking orgasms
and massages after
I'm an empath
a chameleon
opening heads with LSD and a baseball bat
my body feels pain
and my body fears death on a cellular level
but my mind is infinity
a plethora of creation
and a garrison for unclean thoughts...
mashing together
till hard meets so wet it's flattering
and I'm a flea-bitten dog of an old boy curing green sickness still
and he's got a pussy so I don't care
and he's got the softest lips
and I've never ever...
but I can give leg-shaking orgasms
and massages after
I'm an empath
a chameleon
opening heads with LSD and a baseball bat
my body feels pain
and my body fears death on a cellular level
but my mind is infinity
a plethora of creation
and a garrison for unclean thoughts...
#LifeAsAWriter
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2017 2:11am
7th Oct 2017 2:11am
Ideally This; But Then Again No
I may not look alright
and my hair is a fright
but when my cat and I nod
we both can tell it's out of sight
I'm turned on by heavy sleepers
and when she puts on dark mascara
deeper voices than is standard
does yoga and capoeira
and I am dharma defined times two
and she's my karma painted blue
now it's a silk stocking afternoon
drenched in steaming gumbo stew
I've got a drinking drunk's nose
and a boxer's beat-on chin
and when my half-mast eyes
are on the rise
I lower them down with gin
but she's a...
and my hair is a fright
but when my cat and I nod
we both can tell it's out of sight
I'm turned on by heavy sleepers
and when she puts on dark mascara
deeper voices than is standard
does yoga and capoeira
and I am dharma defined times two
and she's my karma painted blue
now it's a silk stocking afternoon
drenched in steaming gumbo stew
I've got a drinking drunk's nose
and a boxer's beat-on chin
and when my half-mast eyes
are on the rise
I lower them down with gin
but she's a...
#love
#lust
#boyfriend
#breakup
#lover
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Sep 2017 00:38am
17th Sep 2017 00:38am
Perspective
I met a Bedouin monk
in sandpaper black cloth
and sanskrit notes of mystic spells
enchanted delicate
made of moth
he shimmered as a mirage
and bore visions along with
of good clean fun
and hand grenades
weapons of lore and long-lost myth
And as he came forth
my mind split in three
and eyes bloomed up
from my scattered veiny brain trees
I saw the majesty of Hades
I saw the supple lines of Her
knew the reason for the death of God
and superstition that had chained Myrrh
in Bethlehem alongside more ...
in sandpaper black cloth
and sanskrit notes of mystic spells
enchanted delicate
made of moth
he shimmered as a mirage
and bore visions along with
of good clean fun
and hand grenades
weapons of lore and long-lost myth
And as he came forth
my mind split in three
and eyes bloomed up
from my scattered veiny brain trees
I saw the majesty of Hades
I saw the supple lines of Her
knew the reason for the death of God
and superstition that had chained Myrrh
in Bethlehem alongside more ...
#ShortStory
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2016 00:05am
9th Nov 2016 00:05am
A romantic aromantic (Bipolar Split)
ominously delicious
but you're a communist
and I like witches
and you like cannabis
while I have twitches
from cocaine nerves
and sixteen stitches
but just let me wrap my legs around you
like a rebar boa with cement shoes
I'll hold you spooning, won't let go
I'll cry and threaten suicide
so don't say no
I have apple seeds and dirty rice
while you smell like nostalgic sneakers
and homegrown Christ
and I'm a wreck, but don't I have nice eyes?
but don't try to be near me
I need my space
but... but where are you going?
I...
but you're a communist
and I like witches
and you like cannabis
while I have twitches
from cocaine nerves
and sixteen stitches
but just let me wrap my legs around you
like a rebar boa with cement shoes
I'll hold you spooning, won't let go
I'll cry and threaten suicide
so don't say no
I have apple seeds and dirty rice
while you smell like nostalgic sneakers
and homegrown Christ
and I'm a wreck, but don't I have nice eyes?
but don't try to be near me
I need my space
but... but where are you going?
I...
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