Submissions by jIMNUT_rOARIN
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Clumsy gesture and strange silence before the panel judges. Much timetravel lag, thus employment and land ownership weren't possible. These buttons and screens will be lost, a return to the desert rocks will be made, flowing back into Far Depths again.
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 2:17am
27th Feb 2016 2:17am
an hour and fifty eight into the first hit of acidness
what am i supposed to do with this deep underground?
this could be the last livng room internet night
before self-release perversions and agency supervisions
rain icbm microbial peitree dish eatingness down upon us all
have at me...
have at me...
this could be the last livng room internet night
before self-release perversions and agency supervisions
rain icbm microbial peitree dish eatingness down upon us all
have at me...
have at me...
527 reads
48 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 6:37am
11th Sep 2015 6:37am
Saint Putin on the Mushroom Cloud ****semi-filler***
Audio for these words:
https://soundcloud.com/he92x-rchive/saint-putin-on-the-mushroom-cloud
Saint Putin is on the altar of cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of atom cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of mushroom cloud...
And in his fist are the crumbling of nation...
And he holds the Infinite Sickle...
He is going to harvest the Last Civilization...
There is nothing you can do about it,
But genetically modify the polar bears to attack...
There's going to be mammal abberations...
The trees are...
https://soundcloud.com/he92x-rchive/saint-putin-on-the-mushroom-cloud
Saint Putin is on the altar of cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of atom cloud...
Saint Putin on the altar of mushroom cloud...
And in his fist are the crumbling of nation...
And he holds the Infinite Sickle...
He is going to harvest the Last Civilization...
There is nothing you can do about it,
But genetically modify the polar bears to attack...
There's going to be mammal abberations...
The trees are...
372 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2015 00:52am
7th Jul 2015 00:52am
Afternoon Thoughts Upon my Return + Recent Crap Samples (***Not A Poem / Filler / Long***)
(***some offensive content***)
in the armpit sweat of shirtless thirty degree afternoon
I compose this short correspondence
apologies to you all my good followers from afar
I have not been so present these last many whiles
during all that may have passed with you
all your adrenal celebrations or organ clenchings since then
I was not there to be part of the provisions or pickpocketings...
alas!
I have changed mine locale
new rhythms and tap waters
different direction of the feet at...
in the armpit sweat of shirtless thirty degree afternoon
I compose this short correspondence
apologies to you all my good followers from afar
I have not been so present these last many whiles
during all that may have passed with you
all your adrenal celebrations or organ clenchings since then
I was not there to be part of the provisions or pickpocketings...
alas!
I have changed mine locale
new rhythms and tap waters
different direction of the feet at...
475 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Apr 2015 6:12pm
20th Apr 2015 6:12pm
Rough Medley: Tales from the Orcish Fronts (FILLER/LONG)
**WARNING: Some Offensive Religious Content and Human Flesh Eating***
Cragnon ponders
at his resin caked club,
licks clean the sandy human blood
clogging the reptile wrinkles of his palm.
"Why am I better?"
Cragnon sniffs the air,
bent over and ready in the dry bushes,
rubs the deep-fold muscle of his brow,
the sun peaks through, the wind behaves.
"A pack of ten, to the right, hardly moving"
Why?
"Because I hunt, I eat,
I build great fires,
I strive for shade and...
Cragnon ponders
at his resin caked club,
licks clean the sandy human blood
clogging the reptile wrinkles of his palm.
"Why am I better?"
Cragnon sniffs the air,
bent over and ready in the dry bushes,
rubs the deep-fold muscle of his brow,
the sun peaks through, the wind behaves.
"A pack of ten, to the right, hardly moving"
Why?
"Because I hunt, I eat,
I build great fires,
I strive for shade and...
531 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 8:40am
17th Apr 2015 8:40am
In This Night We Forget the World...
In this night we forget the world
Light the candles, start the fires
Hide the tools, close the doors
The ornaments begin to glow
An amber being slid from face to face
We chanted strange words softly
Kept to circles, crept round mysteriously
Finding weird delicate gestures
In the scattered flames of skin
Spewing slowly through the hall
Confused erotic images appeared in every wrinkle
This is a ceremony
In this night we learn darkness, torment for our eyes
Waiting for insane revelations to stop our breaths
And draw burly...
Light the candles, start the fires
Hide the tools, close the doors
The ornaments begin to glow
An amber being slid from face to face
We chanted strange words softly
Kept to circles, crept round mysteriously
Finding weird delicate gestures
In the scattered flames of skin
Spewing slowly through the hall
Confused erotic images appeared in every wrinkle
This is a ceremony
In this night we learn darkness, torment for our eyes
Waiting for insane revelations to stop our breaths
And draw burly...
491 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 8:37am
17th Apr 2015 8:37am
Rough Medley: A Page from the White Fox Vale (SEMI-FILLER/LONG)
Guidelines”
before we go all ways at once
keep the trance together
scratching guidelines in the ground
the land of bears kept us in our holes
cats watched the moon, dog machines we used
fighting crows made us whisper and forget
raccoon gurgle is gonna' getcha soon!
the ground squirrels will blow your mind
alone and naked, mosquitoes
this is a mosquito story
if you can slide through rock
climb the air, so can they
their sound is movement
limp corpses stretched flat on our palms
no one speaks the same language...
before we go all ways at once
keep the trance together
scratching guidelines in the ground
the land of bears kept us in our holes
cats watched the moon, dog machines we used
fighting crows made us whisper and forget
raccoon gurgle is gonna' getcha soon!
the ground squirrels will blow your mind
alone and naked, mosquitoes
this is a mosquito story
if you can slide through rock
climb the air, so can they
their sound is movement
limp corpses stretched flat on our palms
no one speaks the same language...
390 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 7:06am
13th Apr 2015 7:06am
Gone to the Other Side (Message Left on Truck Window) (FILLER)
Gone to the Other Side
May never return
Already There
A bear... or cold air... will get me.
I am strong, but not that strong.
First Aid stuff is in the brown box under the dishes. Camp fuel, propane, batteries, etc are in the box to your right. Drinking water is in the blue container (not in the pail). Dry clothes are in the big rubber maid container. Food is located behind the rubber maid in cans, and in the white containers. Some books are at the back as well. In the cab of the truck there is a hardware set, maps, tire repair kit and air pump, as...
May never return
Already There
A bear... or cold air... will get me.
I am strong, but not that strong.
First Aid stuff is in the brown box under the dishes. Camp fuel, propane, batteries, etc are in the box to your right. Drinking water is in the blue container (not in the pail). Dry clothes are in the big rubber maid container. Food is located behind the rubber maid in cans, and in the white containers. Some books are at the back as well. In the cab of the truck there is a hardware set, maps, tire repair kit and air pump, as...
572 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Apr 2015 6:59am
13th Apr 2015 6:59am
The First Fast (journal excerpt from Apotheosis: One with the Sun) (FILLER)
**Some offensive religious content***
Woke up to a fruit sauce cup. Decided to read the New Testament. One day and 20 pages of MJJ and the P later, I finished. Went for a 5km hike up a mountain of moss and loose sharp boulders. No food. No water. No sleep (although I think I lost it around 2nd James, dozing off for a second or two...). Just the Word of the Lord. Spiritual Food. No tv. Life was a myth. Cold, cramped, weak, starving, listless, bored, few hallucinations, visions of the future, intense memories of childhood, and Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd was in the...
Woke up to a fruit sauce cup. Decided to read the New Testament. One day and 20 pages of MJJ and the P later, I finished. Went for a 5km hike up a mountain of moss and loose sharp boulders. No food. No water. No sleep (although I think I lost it around 2nd James, dozing off for a second or two...). Just the Word of the Lord. Spiritual Food. No tv. Life was a myth. Cold, cramped, weak, starving, listless, bored, few hallucinations, visions of the future, intense memories of childhood, and Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd was in the...
561 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 7:11am
8th Apr 2015 7:11am
Rough Medley: Three for the Words of Love
Girl, I want you to love me now...
These words are my weapons to the beast.
You say it doesn’t matter,
But I know the crystal limbs of love shatter,
And never recollect when the muscles of man
Are worn and softened by the hands of death below.
I want you to love me now
In my slow sweat and stinky oozings,
Bent limbs and ragged cloths...
My hair is weird, I’m marked in dark paints...
I have killed a different animal for tonight’s feast.
I have hunted without a blade,
And returned to my home in the trees.
Let...
These words are my weapons to the beast.
You say it doesn’t matter,
But I know the crystal limbs of love shatter,
And never recollect when the muscles of man
Are worn and softened by the hands of death below.
I want you to love me now
In my slow sweat and stinky oozings,
Bent limbs and ragged cloths...
My hair is weird, I’m marked in dark paints...
I have killed a different animal for tonight’s feast.
I have hunted without a blade,
And returned to my home in the trees.
Let...
587 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 6:02am
8th Apr 2015 6:02am
Rough Medley: First Hints from the Vapours (FILLER)
After the Black Serpent: Tales of the Abyssinian Dragon
The structures are linear and solid,
They have been aligned secure.
Yet how hasty have our walks become,
Without the acknowledgment of those encountered upon.
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The Madman doth standeth as Shakespearean Actor
Upon the crushing evening subway commute...
He grabbeth at the hand-loops from the ceiling and doth proclaim:
“As long as we still grunt towards each other,
These formulas may remain in place forever!”...
The structures are linear and solid,
They have been aligned secure.
Yet how hasty have our walks become,
Without the acknowledgment of those encountered upon.
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The Madman doth standeth as Shakespearean Actor
Upon the crushing evening subway commute...
He grabbeth at the hand-loops from the ceiling and doth proclaim:
“As long as we still grunt towards each other,
These formulas may remain in place forever!”...
533 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 6:33am
4th Apr 2015 6:33am
When I Did the Mushrooms... (SEMI-FILLER)
Girlfriend: When I did the mushrooms
I was overcome by these musical colours...
This new celestial awareness awoke within me...
My body belonged to one universal humanity...
Quarterback: You didn’t see death? Hell?
Girlfriend: Wow, what a beautiful sunset...
What a beautiful lake, all those intricate ripples of water...
And those velvety clouds over the far mountains...
Quarterback: They’re just colours, you know...
Girlfriend: There you go again...
Finding beauty in nothing but me...
Yes, I...
I was overcome by these musical colours...
This new celestial awareness awoke within me...
My body belonged to one universal humanity...
Quarterback: You didn’t see death? Hell?
Girlfriend: Wow, what a beautiful sunset...
What a beautiful lake, all those intricate ripples of water...
And those velvety clouds over the far mountains...
Quarterback: They’re just colours, you know...
Girlfriend: There you go again...
Finding beauty in nothing but me...
Yes, I...
538 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 6:29am
4th Apr 2015 6:29am
The Adult (SEMI-FILLER)
A slow clean creature settled on tidy beaches before the sunset...
Sticks and stones and strings fenced marvelously around it...
This is your big chance
It's all planed out
No one will kill you
You won’t die today
If you’re sick, take a pill
Tell them about it
Because they will ask
Play it safe these days
Keep it going with words
So we don’t think those wrong things
That make our bodies change too quickly
In the longer, slower hours...
No more lumbering through...
Sticks and stones and strings fenced marvelously around it...
This is your big chance
It's all planed out
No one will kill you
You won’t die today
If you’re sick, take a pill
Tell them about it
Because they will ask
Play it safe these days
Keep it going with words
So we don’t think those wrong things
That make our bodies change too quickly
In the longer, slower hours...
No more lumbering through...
440 reads
0 Comments
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