Submissions by jOeCiNtErOn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2015 5:56pm
12th Nov 2015 5:56pm
The Perplexion of Self Reflection
My past becomes my future,
like a psychosis pattern swirling into regression.
Is it obsession, self perplextion escapes intentions,
mostly neglection of self reflection.
Never learning from your mistakes,
doesn't make them mistakes at all,
they evolve into questions of "why?"
then I fall, and mention the sky.
As if something upwards was the impacting force,
we build our own house of life, doors and all.
So instead of waiting to walkthrough,
I construct my own frames, paths, ladders, and shoots.
Learn who i am, by...
like a psychosis pattern swirling into regression.
Is it obsession, self perplextion escapes intentions,
mostly neglection of self reflection.
Never learning from your mistakes,
doesn't make them mistakes at all,
they evolve into questions of "why?"
then I fall, and mention the sky.
As if something upwards was the impacting force,
we build our own house of life, doors and all.
So instead of waiting to walkthrough,
I construct my own frames, paths, ladders, and shoots.
Learn who i am, by...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 3:54pm
10th Nov 2015 3:54pm
Bouquet Conquest
To each their own. The vast horizon of what a person comprises of is limitless. The likelihood of finding another person the synchronizes with your own is slim to none. Many are unfaithful, and to most of s this is something no matter the connection that is present, the link becomes broken with that decision. For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction, even if that reaction doesn't happen in immediately.
As a flower, some do not have a pleasing inner-odor that exfoliates from their pores. Some do not look the most appealing to the eye. Many have other traits that have...
As a flower, some do not have a pleasing inner-odor that exfoliates from their pores. Some do not look the most appealing to the eye. Many have other traits that have...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 3:52pm
10th Nov 2015 3:52pm
Transmigration
The poor boy, with the best of intentions
became a teen with many neglect ions.
to him and himself, but put others first.
his thirst for knowledge caused his mind to burst.
He swallowed, himself, deep into a vacuum.
nothing in or nothing out, just what this crazy world was a about.
In the midst of his transition, he knew when he met his love without doubt.
and hoped for her to one day be his spouse.
Then one day, the only thing left was his mouth,
for from fingertip to toe top
he engulfed himself, silent, not a peep or a shout.
he swam through his...
became a teen with many neglect ions.
to him and himself, but put others first.
his thirst for knowledge caused his mind to burst.
He swallowed, himself, deep into a vacuum.
nothing in or nothing out, just what this crazy world was a about.
In the midst of his transition, he knew when he met his love without doubt.
and hoped for her to one day be his spouse.
Then one day, the only thing left was his mouth,
for from fingertip to toe top
he engulfed himself, silent, not a peep or a shout.
he swam through his...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 7:45pm
1st Jun 2013 7:45pm
Needs & Wants
I start my car in the crisp morning, a rattling engine, pistons grinding.
My wants taking precedence over my needs, but i'll call it financial bindings.
Like awful timing on, once in a lifetime findings.
Having to drive away from your beauty, smiling, a glow so shining.
Looking back into our window exchanging only signings.
Igniting a passion that can contradict timing.
When chains break, and my means are finally justified.
I can finally feel find growing closer to you by my side.
Those kind eyes, thought, soul, and oh, that magnificent shine.
In...
My wants taking precedence over my needs, but i'll call it financial bindings.
Like awful timing on, once in a lifetime findings.
Having to drive away from your beauty, smiling, a glow so shining.
Looking back into our window exchanging only signings.
Igniting a passion that can contradict timing.
When chains break, and my means are finally justified.
I can finally feel find growing closer to you by my side.
Those kind eyes, thought, soul, and oh, that magnificent shine.
In...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2013 7:07pm
12th May 2013 7:07pm
bE aT eAse
private has become public
inner thought outspoken
words like limericks
sticks like smoking lungs.
my soul mate, straight connectivity
click with every thought, intertwined
finally anatomy with conductivity
light shines like everyday valentine.
i'm yours and your mine
hard to combine insanities
once i thought you'd be impossible to find
stars have aligned our personalities.
two to one, and one for two
dedication, written engravement
away from you, you see my fingers I've chewed
from anticipation to reduce displacement....
inner thought outspoken
words like limericks
sticks like smoking lungs.
my soul mate, straight connectivity
click with every thought, intertwined
finally anatomy with conductivity
light shines like everyday valentine.
i'm yours and your mine
hard to combine insanities
once i thought you'd be impossible to find
stars have aligned our personalities.
two to one, and one for two
dedication, written engravement
away from you, you see my fingers I've chewed
from anticipation to reduce displacement....
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SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2013 6:51pm
12th May 2013 6:51pm
Searching Creates Detatchment
from negativity its hard to see positivity,
cause from zero it seems like infinity to see any
productivity. while combating insecurities for, women
it tends to be vanity, for men masculinity. so many
search for serenity, but really, you must just
let it be.
or like kamakazis your a dollar and a day late,
plummeting down, screaming "mayday!"
gang way for taking others out, and not on a vay kay,
ignoring your lover's for a big pay day
could result in tears by a tombstone creating a pray date.
with her vessel in pitch night, trapped...
cause from zero it seems like infinity to see any
productivity. while combating insecurities for, women
it tends to be vanity, for men masculinity. so many
search for serenity, but really, you must just
let it be.
or like kamakazis your a dollar and a day late,
plummeting down, screaming "mayday!"
gang way for taking others out, and not on a vay kay,
ignoring your lover's for a big pay day
could result in tears by a tombstone creating a pray date.
with her vessel in pitch night, trapped...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 3:32pm
26th Jan 2013 3:32pm
How Full Are Your Glasses?
Intelligence can be viewed in many lights, perspectives, and bias's.
I ask, upon which terms do you become the jugde, jury, and prosecuter?
Is it the amount of books you have read, or the studies of math and science?
The force of mass pushing back on the frame that are your glasses, a equation executer.
Possibly, how fast you can move forward, balancing glasses filled to the brim?
How many cups you can have to fill a dining hall to gaggle at the ball?
With all come vices and virtues, and all can become a broken limb.
Yet,...
I ask, upon which terms do you become the jugde, jury, and prosecuter?
Is it the amount of books you have read, or the studies of math and science?
The force of mass pushing back on the frame that are your glasses, a equation executer.
Possibly, how fast you can move forward, balancing glasses filled to the brim?
How many cups you can have to fill a dining hall to gaggle at the ball?
With all come vices and virtues, and all can become a broken limb.
Yet,...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 4:57pm
12th Jan 2013 4:57pm
Materializing
Converting from lifeless to life.
Who really is the definer, other than oneself.
Unless blame is pointed, so you can't push through strife.
Like grasping too short, for the high-shelf.
Just placed in the circular pattern of the unniverse.
If you don't move along you become trampled in the pavement.
Erased, disgraced, like a badges mace to your face.
Like a knitch on your skin, haunted by engravements.
But from time to time it spawns from your mind,
and dime to dime you tell yourself,"its fine"
But way in the back your...
Who really is the definer, other than oneself.
Unless blame is pointed, so you can't push through strife.
Like grasping too short, for the high-shelf.
Just placed in the circular pattern of the unniverse.
If you don't move along you become trampled in the pavement.
Erased, disgraced, like a badges mace to your face.
Like a knitch on your skin, haunted by engravements.
But from time to time it spawns from your mind,
and dime to dime you tell yourself,"its fine"
But way in the back your...
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