Submissions by heresjohnny97 (Jaw Knee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2019 5:58pm
23rd Jan 2019 5:58pm
Spiked Rabbit
i live, as if,
alice on a comedown,
multicoloured sludge,
wrapped around my ankles
streaming,
vibrant
yellow crayon,
colours in my eyes,
that white rabbit like
jefferson airplane
is howling, surrender
with a smile,
mind,
my pupils
they're always dilated,
reality equals
the iris,
pushed aside, never abated,
ice
on champagne forever
oh
stop trying to be so clever
says the rabbit
who now
can't stop laughing ...
alice on a comedown,
multicoloured sludge,
wrapped around my ankles
streaming,
vibrant
yellow crayon,
colours in my eyes,
that white rabbit like
jefferson airplane
is howling, surrender
with a smile,
mind,
my pupils
they're always dilated,
reality equals
the iris,
pushed aside, never abated,
ice
on champagne forever
oh
stop trying to be so clever
says the rabbit
who now
can't stop laughing ...
#drugs
#confusion
#philosophical #surreal
#philosophical #surreal
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2019 1:56pm
18th Jan 2019 1:56pm
The Bee Factory
As they flirt with being themselves
The bee-catcher waits.
His net stinks of honey,
eyes Crunchy-Nut shaped.
Thrash thrash, ensnare,
ensnared.
they were mighty fucked off,
to find the walls were glass.
They could see themselves,
for the first time.
but
only this cheap reflection, waned,
honey-stained fingers slowly
smudged at the transparency, the
definition became,
clouded.
so
they started bouncing off the walls,
their winged fury,
laughable,...
The bee-catcher waits.
His net stinks of honey,
eyes Crunchy-Nut shaped.
Thrash thrash, ensnare,
ensnared.
they were mighty fucked off,
to find the walls were glass.
They could see themselves,
for the first time.
but
only this cheap reflection, waned,
honey-stained fingers slowly
smudged at the transparency, the
definition became,
clouded.
so
they started bouncing off the walls,
their winged fury,
laughable,...
#philosophical
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1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 7:42pm
16th Jan 2019 7:42pm
Throatless
If life had a colour right now it’d be grey,
or would it be beige?
Frustration channelled through terraced streets,
accentuated, made pretty by
smack of streetlights, painting
pale promise palpable
but dancing on the horizon,
dark festering boredom
Is a whore for impulse,
screaming penetrate,
hoping to animate,
senses
stored shivering, let’s hope
the dust hasn’t choked your ideals.
Mine could do with being doused in flame
and screamed raw,
never known a distraction to get boring before
,...
or would it be beige?
Frustration channelled through terraced streets,
accentuated, made pretty by
smack of streetlights, painting
pale promise palpable
but dancing on the horizon,
dark festering boredom
Is a whore for impulse,
screaming penetrate,
hoping to animate,
senses
stored shivering, let’s hope
the dust hasn’t choked your ideals.
Mine could do with being doused in flame
and screamed raw,
never known a distraction to get boring before
,...
#drugs
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 12:55pm
16th Jan 2019 12:55pm
Inspiration
Inspiration.
Where’d you expect me to find it?
In smiling, laminated faces of college adverts?
Gameshows?
Waitrose cookbooks?
Life stories seasoned with cinematic appeal?
Try a King’s Cross crackhead, crater-eyed, speed
folded in a brochure for the Eight Noble Truths,
try seeing some strange man
screaming ‘I just wanna end it’ on Blackfriars bridge
and feeling too awkward to approach,
try reaching through your soul and yanking on its ballsack,
but wait,
let the high pitched whine die before you write, ...
Where’d you expect me to find it?
In smiling, laminated faces of college adverts?
Gameshows?
Waitrose cookbooks?
Life stories seasoned with cinematic appeal?
Try a King’s Cross crackhead, crater-eyed, speed
folded in a brochure for the Eight Noble Truths,
try seeing some strange man
screaming ‘I just wanna end it’ on Blackfriars bridge
and feeling too awkward to approach,
try reaching through your soul and yanking on its ballsack,
but wait,
let the high pitched whine die before you write, ...
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2019 8:01pm
12th Jan 2019 8:01pm
Dissociation.
Life,
one of them bubble things that people walk in,
can’t
see the danger when I start talkin'
drop on my face
it cushions it, anesthetized
can’t tell myself to stop pushing it
swear on my life,
never did coke,
my nose did.
I just watched.
Then it got somewhat botched.
They sit, stare,
Like all my fever
needs is a flannel,
Your face, a blurry telly,
check me change aimless channels
I sweat profusely in the cold.
scan high streets for Woolworths,
graveyards for mum,
bailiffs for a...
one of them bubble things that people walk in,
can’t
see the danger when I start talkin'
drop on my face
it cushions it, anesthetized
can’t tell myself to stop pushing it
swear on my life,
never did coke,
my nose did.
I just watched.
Then it got somewhat botched.
They sit, stare,
Like all my fever
needs is a flannel,
Your face, a blurry telly,
check me change aimless channels
I sweat profusely in the cold.
scan high streets for Woolworths,
graveyards for mum,
bailiffs for a...
#anger
#drugs
#addiction #FeelingLost
#addiction #FeelingLost
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2019 3:51pm
10th Jan 2019 3:51pm
Follow The Shadow
A turnover,
laughably induced,
by,masturbation of fear and hate,
until it all got a bit sticky, dragging
tolerance down from the wall onto beds of tar.
Experiment with extremity, a pair of hands, ridged with naivety
are giving the world a thorough shake.
The malnourished child of paranoia is seeing the light again,
and he's doing the tango with his mates,
down Downing Street into the White House.
A stray cat with blotted skin from Kennington or Harlem
is waiting to be blinded
by the lights of heaven or the fuzz and...
laughably induced,
by,masturbation of fear and hate,
until it all got a bit sticky, dragging
tolerance down from the wall onto beds of tar.
Experiment with extremity, a pair of hands, ridged with naivety
are giving the world a thorough shake.
The malnourished child of paranoia is seeing the light again,
and he's doing the tango with his mates,
down Downing Street into the White House.
A stray cat with blotted skin from Kennington or Harlem
is waiting to be blinded
by the lights of heaven or the fuzz and...
#anger
#CallToAction
#frustration
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2019 11:25am
9th Jan 2019 11:25am
The Face
My brain is scaring me.
I keep thinking it’s romantic to love nothing.
No it’s not about the city where black boys talk like ‘nam vets,
I’m talking Ritalin coldness, boredom and this brain a hyena lobotomised
the way we’ve conditioned dogs to love without meaning, ain’t it cute
with her thoughtless slobbering tongue? Whip it like a frisbee and see
how far you send her ‘fore it comes back, stupid
smile claiming it’ll forgive you just this once, a blatant lie, amused and disgusted.
A people, such a widespread deficiency of minerals, the type of people ...
I keep thinking it’s romantic to love nothing.
No it’s not about the city where black boys talk like ‘nam vets,
I’m talking Ritalin coldness, boredom and this brain a hyena lobotomised
the way we’ve conditioned dogs to love without meaning, ain’t it cute
with her thoughtless slobbering tongue? Whip it like a frisbee and see
how far you send her ‘fore it comes back, stupid
smile claiming it’ll forgive you just this once, a blatant lie, amused and disgusted.
A people, such a widespread deficiency of minerals, the type of people ...
#anger
#identity
#philosophical
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7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2019 11:38am
8th Jan 2019 11:38am
Just Business
The tightrope walker, fucked on ketamine,
wobbles on lifeless legs.
Smile dazed and unhinged, the
tutting is drowning him but he is unaware,
this patronisation is anaesthetic. Eyes
light up as he threatens to slip,
hindsight forms in the mouths of the crowd
waiting for proof off their savage wisdom.
The circus manager,
in a full Tommy Tracksuit,
strokes his wedge of twenties.
Another cat that's licked up his milk,
soon ready to be fed again. Happy
to let the walker take the spotlight he waits in the shadows,
trap-phone in...
wobbles on lifeless legs.
Smile dazed and unhinged, the
tutting is drowning him but he is unaware,
this patronisation is anaesthetic. Eyes
light up as he threatens to slip,
hindsight forms in the mouths of the crowd
waiting for proof off their savage wisdom.
The circus manager,
in a full Tommy Tracksuit,
strokes his wedge of twenties.
Another cat that's licked up his milk,
soon ready to be fed again. Happy
to let the walker take the spotlight he waits in the shadows,
trap-phone in...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#city
#drugs
#morality
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