Submissions by jOeCiNtErOn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Dec 2016 4:21pm
16th Dec 2016 4:21pm
Loogie Flamethrower
Im stricking in the shadows,
winning all my battles,
Riding horseback without a saddle,
Erotic with pains, chains, & paddles,
I got big toys, u have little rattles,
your shits hung on the hook, mine; off the handle,
your dodging shoots, im climbing ladders,
Droppin bombs on you like a fire, your just a candle,
In this den, im the lion, your just the cattle.
When I came in the rain, with brains combating the sane,
Untamed flames running through my veins.
regardless of your name, your gonna get burned,
now that your out of the kitchen,...
winning all my battles,
Riding horseback without a saddle,
Erotic with pains, chains, & paddles,
I got big toys, u have little rattles,
your shits hung on the hook, mine; off the handle,
your dodging shoots, im climbing ladders,
Droppin bombs on you like a fire, your just a candle,
In this den, im the lion, your just the cattle.
When I came in the rain, with brains combating the sane,
Untamed flames running through my veins.
regardless of your name, your gonna get burned,
now that your out of the kitchen,...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 2:30pm
2nd Dec 2016 2:30pm
[Comment Construction] - What Expression Do You Believe In Most, & Least?
Most: Do one to others, as you would like don't to you.
Least:Were you born in a barn? (cuz the door is open), like wtf, do barns not have doors? (dumb but still i hate that expression. lol.)
Least:Were you born in a barn? (cuz the door is open), like wtf, do barns not have doors? (dumb but still i hate that expression. lol.)
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 2:20pm
2nd Dec 2016 2:20pm
[Comment Construction]-If Domains (like facebook) Were An Actual Person, What Would They Look Like To You?
Proposition for the Public:
I write strictly for the sake of writing, it keeps me sane, like self-counseling,
helps my socially awkward self feel bonded to the rest of the world.
I had the thought, some people find it very difficult to express themselves on a personal level,
not "here's what i had for breakfast", or "this is my status for today.".
Therefore, I had this idea yesterday for a stream of public-written-collaborative poems.
1) I will submit a poem with a title being a question with "[Comment Construction]" in the title....
I write strictly for the sake of writing, it keeps me sane, like self-counseling,
helps my socially awkward self feel bonded to the rest of the world.
I had the thought, some people find it very difficult to express themselves on a personal level,
not "here's what i had for breakfast", or "this is my status for today.".
Therefore, I had this idea yesterday for a stream of public-written-collaborative poems.
1) I will submit a poem with a title being a question with "[Comment Construction]" in the title....
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2016 4:20pm
1st Dec 2016 4:20pm
Acme Tunnel
Help! Im trapped within these words!
The pixels in the monitor display serve as iron bars.
Ideas bouncing off my padded cerebellum walls,
solitary confinement.
Out of reach, incapable of holding a conversation,
like, speaking with everyone instantaneously within your existence,
for even in the present, these words infiltrate from the past encapsulating my consciousness.
The road-running, blank white space, is ironic & unsuspecting for what this font about to do to it.
For not with a vengeance i come for the interruption of reality, but...
The pixels in the monitor display serve as iron bars.
Ideas bouncing off my padded cerebellum walls,
solitary confinement.
Out of reach, incapable of holding a conversation,
like, speaking with everyone instantaneously within your existence,
for even in the present, these words infiltrate from the past encapsulating my consciousness.
The road-running, blank white space, is ironic & unsuspecting for what this font about to do to it.
For not with a vengeance i come for the interruption of reality, but...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2016 1:19pm
1st Dec 2016 1:19pm
If Not Offensive, Then Beneficial
I spend a lot of time thinking about how our parents become who they are,
If you ask them, i'd say 80% of the time, you'll get an answer that consists of, "im not who i want to be," or, the famous "Nobodies perfect" comment.
without the image of them, to you, be tainted in anyway.
We aren't suppose to know that parents are actually human beings with feelings, until they are allowed to feel them again, instead of molding they're spawnling's feelings.
Hopefully by that time, they remember how to have wants, instead of needs. Desires instead of...
If you ask them, i'd say 80% of the time, you'll get an answer that consists of, "im not who i want to be," or, the famous "Nobodies perfect" comment.
without the image of them, to you, be tainted in anyway.
We aren't suppose to know that parents are actually human beings with feelings, until they are allowed to feel them again, instead of molding they're spawnling's feelings.
Hopefully by that time, they remember how to have wants, instead of needs. Desires instead of...
518 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 8:25pm
31st Dec 2015 8:25pm
Credit to Where It's Due
All the situations i have been in during my developing years,
all of my "-ing" phases of life,
not yet actually accomplished anything, but in my processes.
goING to school,
workING wherever i could,
learnING who i am,
becomING who i am now,
All of these hundreds of thousands of situations i have been in,
would have been only with my own soul, and no other.
Even if physically that wasn't the case,
I would have kept my wavelengths to myself,
stunting growth.
... like many others have to do,
but none wish.
A constant...
all of my "-ing" phases of life,
not yet actually accomplished anything, but in my processes.
goING to school,
workING wherever i could,
learnING who i am,
becomING who i am now,
All of these hundreds of thousands of situations i have been in,
would have been only with my own soul, and no other.
Even if physically that wasn't the case,
I would have kept my wavelengths to myself,
stunting growth.
... like many others have to do,
but none wish.
A constant...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2015 3:56pm
31st Dec 2015 3:56pm
Byteing at the Framework
Like a virus we are viewed,
not for our threat,
but out potential of.
It's only finding the code,
the glue that bonds us together,
Whatever If/Then formula it takes,
Provide us little bytes a purpose.
A direction with a congruent current,
we from a powerful polygonic wave.
Like an edged swarm of bees,
not only capable,
but undeniably accomplish our desire.
So instal your firewalls,
our burns only show,
from the fire within.
not for our threat,
but out potential of.
It's only finding the code,
the glue that bonds us together,
Whatever If/Then formula it takes,
Provide us little bytes a purpose.
A direction with a congruent current,
we from a powerful polygonic wave.
Like an edged swarm of bees,
not only capable,
but undeniably accomplish our desire.
So instal your firewalls,
our burns only show,
from the fire within.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Dec 2015 4:17pm
23rd Dec 2015 4:17pm
The Associate
I saw a beam of light break through,
a nimbus today,
It did not seem like any other way,
It can be defined to what to what i do,
or what I say,
remember why i looked up in the first place.
A bird's silhouette jumped off a curb,
which one am I?
falling down, or still up in the sky.
I looked at the world but that does not mean i know it,
for self-reflection,
takes more than a mirror's perception.
Sirens wailed past the walls of my 9-5 today,
who's in it?
How fast things can change in just one minute.
a nimbus today,
It did not seem like any other way,
It can be defined to what to what i do,
or what I say,
remember why i looked up in the first place.
A bird's silhouette jumped off a curb,
which one am I?
falling down, or still up in the sky.
I looked at the world but that does not mean i know it,
for self-reflection,
takes more than a mirror's perception.
Sirens wailed past the walls of my 9-5 today,
who's in it?
How fast things can change in just one minute.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2015 4:55pm
30th Nov 2015 4:55pm
El_La_Mental
A swift breeze swept across the atmosphere,
whirling about exploring all the untread territories it never knew,
roaming the land, it found isolation, and solitude.
It seemed foreign to it, but what could it expect,
always crashing in, and drifting out.
Exiting as fast as it made its entry.
Until it ran it's slender tips across a dancing flame.
The 2 twirled together in absolute bliss.
The breeze gave freedom to the fire,
and the flame gave desire and passion to the wonderlost wind.
They glided together free, and complete.
Burning bridges, and...
whirling about exploring all the untread territories it never knew,
roaming the land, it found isolation, and solitude.
It seemed foreign to it, but what could it expect,
always crashing in, and drifting out.
Exiting as fast as it made its entry.
Until it ran it's slender tips across a dancing flame.
The 2 twirled together in absolute bliss.
The breeze gave freedom to the fire,
and the flame gave desire and passion to the wonderlost wind.
They glided together free, and complete.
Burning bridges, and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 9:52pm
20th Nov 2015 9:52pm
Beginend
Change remaining constant.
Consistently remaining the same.
Your same being another's different.
Difference subtracted from my life,
Just adds insecurity,
Secure in who i am,
You are not I,
creating only logical sense.
Illogical sense, seldom taken serious,
Until the unexplainable, is elaborated.
Senses dull, along with our beliefs,
When the particular fades,
the possibilities shine.
When our body crumble,
Our bodies control 90% of our decisions,
as time erodes at our crimson current,
When it's too late,
Our mind...
Consistently remaining the same.
Your same being another's different.
Difference subtracted from my life,
Just adds insecurity,
Secure in who i am,
You are not I,
creating only logical sense.
Illogical sense, seldom taken serious,
Until the unexplainable, is elaborated.
Senses dull, along with our beliefs,
When the particular fades,
the possibilities shine.
When our body crumble,
Our bodies control 90% of our decisions,
as time erodes at our crimson current,
When it's too late,
Our mind...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 10:51pm
16th Nov 2015 10:51pm
The Age Old Definition of Insanity
This is most likely from a bias disposition, but I've concluded;
No matter the popularity of religion,
and the amount of people who are,
religion is a very isolated concept.
If you hold anything in life at too high of a pedestal,
it will be the only thing left in the end.
For, even solely, on the variable of time-dedication.
Time shows loyalty, says more than words can describe, creates, and destroys.
the omega and alpha, on a more relatable concept.
If you spend less sec's/min's of thought that is spent on religion,
and more on something that applies...
No matter the popularity of religion,
and the amount of people who are,
religion is a very isolated concept.
If you hold anything in life at too high of a pedestal,
it will be the only thing left in the end.
For, even solely, on the variable of time-dedication.
Time shows loyalty, says more than words can describe, creates, and destroys.
the omega and alpha, on a more relatable concept.
If you spend less sec's/min's of thought that is spent on religion,
and more on something that applies...
563 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Nov 2015 9:39pm
13th Nov 2015 9:39pm
Conceded Readers Favorite Poem
You.
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