Submissions by joeregan (Joey Regan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 9:43pm
3rd Apr 2017 9:43pm
Nebraska Nice
There’s much more than just corn
in Nebraska. There’s cattle too. For a while
we would hang out late at Sonic or do whatever we wanted.
Now we get an hour on a Thursday
night after work. If we are lucky. Luck
is landing an internship that will catapult
your success and set up your future.
In Omaha when you graduate everyone has a big celebration.
Every celebration is different. The same different colored
balloons. The same different filtered pictures.
The same different dreams of doing big things.
My younger...
in Nebraska. There’s cattle too. For a while
we would hang out late at Sonic or do whatever we wanted.
Now we get an hour on a Thursday
night after work. If we are lucky. Luck
is landing an internship that will catapult
your success and set up your future.
In Omaha when you graduate everyone has a big celebration.
Every celebration is different. The same different colored
balloons. The same different filtered pictures.
The same different dreams of doing big things.
My younger...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2017 1:04am
29th Mar 2017 1:04am
Prometheus Bound
Chained to Mount Caucasus, my mount of grief,
the damn eagle keeps pecking my liver
Thanked by the mortals, known as the giver
of fire, though Zeus just calls me a thief.
I stole the fire, gave it back to earth
To help them survive as they had before
Glad I gave it back even though I’m sore
My only regret is Pandora’s birth
Because of what I did, he had her made
had Hephaestus create her our of clay
Pandora would open the box one day,
misfortune for fire, that was the trade.
As my liver regrows up on this slope ...
the damn eagle keeps pecking my liver
Thanked by the mortals, known as the giver
of fire, though Zeus just calls me a thief.
I stole the fire, gave it back to earth
To help them survive as they had before
Glad I gave it back even though I’m sore
My only regret is Pandora’s birth
Because of what I did, he had her made
had Hephaestus create her our of clay
Pandora would open the box one day,
misfortune for fire, that was the trade.
As my liver regrows up on this slope ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2017 6:41pm
13th Mar 2017 6:41pm
Heading in the Left Direction
If the way you make memories,
is through a lens instead of your eyes,
if the only time you feel free and alive,
is when you drink and forget,
if your way of participating in lent,
is to give up lent,
if your way of expressing love,
is a text message every other morning,
if supporting the United States flag,
is the reason we are undivided,
If you believe in what you believe in,
because it’s how you were raised
instead of how you feel,
then maybe...
is through a lens instead of your eyes,
if the only time you feel free and alive,
is when you drink and forget,
if your way of participating in lent,
is to give up lent,
if your way of expressing love,
is a text message every other morning,
if supporting the United States flag,
is the reason we are undivided,
If you believe in what you believe in,
because it’s how you were raised
instead of how you feel,
then maybe...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2017 9:45pm
1st Mar 2017 9:45pm
Obituary with Underlying Tones
I hide from emotions at a funeral by saying a joke:
A lonely man went to a burlesque show – His pride was stripped.
The only time I cry is from laughter. I skipped
a rock across Roubaix Lake. When we sprinkled the ashes,
the fire in my eyes was doused.
My grandma always said she was proud to be an American.
I am not worried about the deficit. It’s big enough to take care of itself.
I think of Lee Greenwood’s song – she was never able to stand up
against the cancer.
My grandma’s remains were poured into an urn
that now sits above...
A lonely man went to a burlesque show – His pride was stripped.
The only time I cry is from laughter. I skipped
a rock across Roubaix Lake. When we sprinkled the ashes,
the fire in my eyes was doused.
My grandma always said she was proud to be an American.
I am not worried about the deficit. It’s big enough to take care of itself.
I think of Lee Greenwood’s song – she was never able to stand up
against the cancer.
My grandma’s remains were poured into an urn
that now sits above...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 11:15pm
13th Feb 2017 11:15pm
Notebook Thoughts
A smile is the outcome of enjoyment, laughter, or happiness
That’s all I wanted to be
Discovery: If you try to meet everyone you’ll end up alone
4:29 p.m. I asked my mom to give me a pet,
so why is she touching my leg?
Note to self: Putting rhymes in your poems makes you sound like Dr. Seuss.
Do you like green eggs and ham?
How about a glass of shut the hell up, Sam-I-am?
Note to self: Get YOLO tattooed on your butt because You Only Lick Once
Gross.
Discovery: Clocks don’t have...
That’s all I wanted to be
Discovery: If you try to meet everyone you’ll end up alone
4:29 p.m. I asked my mom to give me a pet,
so why is she touching my leg?
Note to self: Putting rhymes in your poems makes you sound like Dr. Seuss.
Do you like green eggs and ham?
How about a glass of shut the hell up, Sam-I-am?
Note to self: Get YOLO tattooed on your butt because You Only Lick Once
Gross.
Discovery: Clocks don’t have...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 7:19pm
11th Jan 2017 7:19pm
Rants from my Acid Trip
I asked my mom to give me a pet, so why is she touching my leg?
I bake cookies, but instead of flour, I use cocaine like a man.
When I see a fat man with breasts, I can’t help but stare at his nipples.
You can take a piss and not poop, but you can’t poop and not take a piss.
I almost cried during the Notebook, but coughed and yelled testosterone.
My son and I played tic-tac-toe. The pen was blood and canvas my wrist.
I know in an airport I can’t yell bomb, so I’ll just mention it here.
Knock Knock. Who’s there? Jesus. Jesus who? Hi. We’re Jehovah’s Witnesses....
I bake cookies, but instead of flour, I use cocaine like a man.
When I see a fat man with breasts, I can’t help but stare at his nipples.
You can take a piss and not poop, but you can’t poop and not take a piss.
I almost cried during the Notebook, but coughed and yelled testosterone.
My son and I played tic-tac-toe. The pen was blood and canvas my wrist.
I know in an airport I can’t yell bomb, so I’ll just mention it here.
Knock Knock. Who’s there? Jesus. Jesus who? Hi. We’re Jehovah’s Witnesses....
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SELF POEM
Published
17th May 2016 7:12am
17th May 2016 7:12am
Stronger
No I don’t need drugs
Don’t need beer
Don’t need that push
I never fear
Don’t ever care
that I probably will be the odd man out
Instead I know
That I still don’t
Fall to peer pressure
Like all my friends
Did in the past
They’re kicking their ass
Screwed up their lives
And I’m still fine
I’m stronger than you were
Stronger than you will
Ever be
You don’t
Compared to me
Instead you fill
Yourself with pain
And you’re to blame
For what you came to be
Back in 5th grade
We went...
Don’t need beer
Don’t need that push
I never fear
Don’t ever care
that I probably will be the odd man out
Instead I know
That I still don’t
Fall to peer pressure
Like all my friends
Did in the past
They’re kicking their ass
Screwed up their lives
And I’m still fine
I’m stronger than you were
Stronger than you will
Ever be
You don’t
Compared to me
Instead you fill
Yourself with pain
And you’re to blame
For what you came to be
Back in 5th grade
We went...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 8:17pm
8th Feb 2016 8:17pm
Goodbye Prayer
Now I lay me down to rest
I come to you with one request
To live on earth, but if I die
Have Angels take me to the sky
If Angels take me up to you
Then I request this of you too
To keep me high and up above
To watch out over those I love
If Angels don't come but Demons do
And take me to red instead of blue
To where I belong so I will ask
Have no one see me through my mask
My mask keeps me hidden to all but you
So please don't let them see what's true
Amen
I come to you with one request
To live on earth, but if I die
Have Angels take me to the sky
If Angels take me up to you
Then I request this of you too
To keep me high and up above
To watch out over those I love
If Angels don't come but Demons do
And take me to red instead of blue
To where I belong so I will ask
Have no one see me through my mask
My mask keeps me hidden to all but you
So please don't let them see what's true
Amen
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2016 6:04pm
3rd Feb 2016 6:04pm
Alcoholic's Son
It’s 2 AM Monday morning
when I hear the front door
creak open and shut with a slam.
The light from the fridge reveals half
of the sulking, unshaved face, complete
with glossy, sulking eyes I have grown
to despise, fixated upon the cause
that is clinking together.
A case of bottles containing the dark
brown serum that turns you into
him.
As soon as I smell the slightest
hint of that stale, grainy disaster,
my head throbs with hatred.
I bash myself with my hands.
I purge the thoughts from my mind,
out of my...
when I hear the front door
creak open and shut with a slam.
The light from the fridge reveals half
of the sulking, unshaved face, complete
with glossy, sulking eyes I have grown
to despise, fixated upon the cause
that is clinking together.
A case of bottles containing the dark
brown serum that turns you into
him.
As soon as I smell the slightest
hint of that stale, grainy disaster,
my head throbs with hatred.
I bash myself with my hands.
I purge the thoughts from my mind,
out of my...
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Nov 2015 3:53am
6th Nov 2015 3:53am
One Hour
It’s 2 AM Monday morning
when I hear the front door
creak open and shut with a slam.
The light from the fridge reveals half
of the sulking, unshaved face, complete
with glossy, sulking eyes I have grown
to despise, fixated upon the cause
that is clinking together.
A case of bottles containing the dark
brown serum that turns you into
him.
As soon as I smell the slightest
hint of that stale, grainy disaster,
my head throbs with hatred.
I bash myself with my hands.
I purge the thoughts from my mind,
out of my body. I scream...
when I hear the front door
creak open and shut with a slam.
The light from the fridge reveals half
of the sulking, unshaved face, complete
with glossy, sulking eyes I have grown
to despise, fixated upon the cause
that is clinking together.
A case of bottles containing the dark
brown serum that turns you into
him.
As soon as I smell the slightest
hint of that stale, grainy disaster,
my head throbs with hatred.
I bash myself with my hands.
I purge the thoughts from my mind,
out of my body. I scream...
656 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2015 8:37pm
1st May 2015 8:37pm
Dissonance
It clouds my thoughts
yet enlightens my understanding.
It influences my decisions
pulls at my emotions
brings me up for that small duration.
My soul feeds off that better feeling condition.
I live to hear that chorus pulsing in my mind
To hear that melody coursing through my blood
To feel that beat pounding in my ears
rebounding as my surroundings melt in front of me
leaving me with only the sound of this ...
yet enlightens my understanding.
It influences my decisions
pulls at my emotions
brings me up for that small duration.
My soul feeds off that better feeling condition.
I live to hear that chorus pulsing in my mind
To hear that melody coursing through my blood
To feel that beat pounding in my ears
rebounding as my surroundings melt in front of me
leaving me with only the sound of this ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2015 3:23am
9th Apr 2015 3:23am
Confusion
I asked my mom to give me a pet, so why is she touching my leg?
I bake cookies, but instead of flour, I use cocaine like a man.
When I see a fat man with breasts, I can’t help but stare at his nipples.
They stare back, piercing my eyes. They don’t blink of course. He should wax sometime.
You can take a pee and not poop, but you can’t poop and not take a pee.
I almost cried during the Notebook, but coughed and yelled testosterone.
My son and I played tic-tac-toe. The pen was blood and canvas my wrist.
When Mario eats shrooms and jumps on people, it is...
I bake cookies, but instead of flour, I use cocaine like a man.
When I see a fat man with breasts, I can’t help but stare at his nipples.
They stare back, piercing my eyes. They don’t blink of course. He should wax sometime.
You can take a pee and not poop, but you can’t poop and not take a pee.
I almost cried during the Notebook, but coughed and yelled testosterone.
My son and I played tic-tac-toe. The pen was blood and canvas my wrist.
When Mario eats shrooms and jumps on people, it is...
866 reads
3 Comments
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