Submissions by joeregan (Joey Regan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2015 1:07am
9th Mar 2015 1:07am
My First Physical
I walk into the doctor's office, about to be touched like I have never been touched before. Walking beside my mother, they send us to room 5. Whitewashed walls with only one side, where the bad-deed table is located, covered in splotches that stain the wall with color. The nurse comes in, hot, blonde, young. I'm excited now. Pointing, she asks if I'm ready. I nod nervously and she responds with, "Then let me go get the doctor." Wait... The who?? In comes this grey haired chubby lady. NO. Where's the hot blonde? She commands me to turn and cough. I don't want to. I then feel the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 2:22pm
4th Mar 2015 2:22pm
Prayer to the Devil (Revised)
I apologize to the Devil.
I am sorry I have found my way,
to ignore your temptations.
I've found I have a strong distaste
for apples, no matter how golden they
appear. I am rotten to the core.
I apologize for not living in your heat.
Your bill must shock you to death, having
the thermostat set so high forever.
The warmth sounds so nice for my heart
has spread it's cold to my shivering body.
I won't be able to soak in the hot tub
of sins; the jet bubbles of my past.
I apologize for preferring the pool.
I apologize...
I am sorry I have found my way,
to ignore your temptations.
I've found I have a strong distaste
for apples, no matter how golden they
appear. I am rotten to the core.
I apologize for not living in your heat.
Your bill must shock you to death, having
the thermostat set so high forever.
The warmth sounds so nice for my heart
has spread it's cold to my shivering body.
I won't be able to soak in the hot tub
of sins; the jet bubbles of my past.
I apologize for preferring the pool.
I apologize...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2015 3:54am
26th Feb 2015 3:54am
Prayer to the Devil
I apologize to the Devil.
I am sorry I have found my way,
to ignore your temptations.
I've found I have a strong distaste
for apples, no matter how golden they
appear. I am rotten to the core.
I apologize for not living in your heat.
Your bill must shock you to death, having
the thermostat set so high forever.
The warmth sounds so nice for my heart
has spread it's cold to my shivering body.
I won't be able to soak in the hot tub
of sins; the jet bubbles of my past.
I apologize for preferring the pool.
I apologize to all of the...
I am sorry I have found my way,
to ignore your temptations.
I've found I have a strong distaste
for apples, no matter how golden they
appear. I am rotten to the core.
I apologize for not living in your heat.
Your bill must shock you to death, having
the thermostat set so high forever.
The warmth sounds so nice for my heart
has spread it's cold to my shivering body.
I won't be able to soak in the hot tub
of sins; the jet bubbles of my past.
I apologize for preferring the pool.
I apologize to all of the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 2:21am
20th Feb 2015 2:21am
Nectar of the Bugs
I feel them burrowing down under the skin
eating away at all that is dead. Their tiny teeth
cause pain every moment, reminding me of my sin.
Gnawing. Crawling. Clawing the flesh beneath,
revealing nothing more than other insects.
Parasites feeding themselves on the fear
that I can’t live without them. They inject
their toxins, bad medicines that give little cheer,
and feel that slight relief that everything is fine.
But fine only lasts one minute, until the bugs
come back. Digging deeper where no lights shine,
as I lay down...
eating away at all that is dead. Their tiny teeth
cause pain every moment, reminding me of my sin.
Gnawing. Crawling. Clawing the flesh beneath,
revealing nothing more than other insects.
Parasites feeding themselves on the fear
that I can’t live without them. They inject
their toxins, bad medicines that give little cheer,
and feel that slight relief that everything is fine.
But fine only lasts one minute, until the bugs
come back. Digging deeper where no lights shine,
as I lay down...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 00:37am
18th Feb 2015 00:37am
Deflated Basketball
He is pushed to the ground,
a plop sounds around the room
and then he attempts to bounce back up.
People fear being hit by him,
when no matter what happens,
he is hit.
Thrown to the ground.
Pushed to the wall.
When it's not his fault.
These other creatures worry
about offense and defense,
while he is constantly defending.
A sound is heard, a buzz,
and everyone is cheering,
cheering for him.
He won.
The crowd is on their feet
clapping and applauding the win.
But they turn away from him,
and leave him on the...
a plop sounds around the room
and then he attempts to bounce back up.
People fear being hit by him,
when no matter what happens,
he is hit.
Thrown to the ground.
Pushed to the wall.
When it's not his fault.
These other creatures worry
about offense and defense,
while he is constantly defending.
A sound is heard, a buzz,
and everyone is cheering,
cheering for him.
He won.
The crowd is on their feet
clapping and applauding the win.
But they turn away from him,
and leave him on the...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Feb 2015 7:55pm
16th Feb 2015 7:55pm
Puddle of a Poem
Did my tears or pencil ruin my poem?
I’m sitting at my desk. My pencil is peeling the paper away revealing a crop behind it. With each pick, more and more beauty is unearthed. The holes are then filled with the waterfalls above. The steady streams flow. Some hit the pasture. Others hit around. Ruining what I have just harvested. Smudges of what used to be solid are now only muddied puddles. Was it my tears or pencil that ruined my poem?
I’m sitting at my desk. My pencil is peeling the paper away revealing a crop behind it. With each pick, more and more beauty is unearthed. The holes are then filled with the waterfalls above. The steady streams flow. Some hit the pasture. Others hit around. Ruining what I have just harvested. Smudges of what used to be solid are now only muddied puddles. Was it my tears or pencil that ruined my poem?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2015 7:54pm
16th Feb 2015 7:54pm
One Sentence Poems
The blood ruined my new sweater's sleeve.
This church service feels like I'm sitting in Hell.
Did my tears or pencil ruin my poem?
This church service feels like I'm sitting in Hell.
Did my tears or pencil ruin my poem?
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 1:38am
10th Feb 2015 1:38am
My Gem
When I think of your eyes
The sparkling gleam of green
I know I have emeralds
When I think of your smile
The most stunning I’ve seen
I know I have pearls
When I think of your brilliance
The sharpest I’ve known
I know I have sapphires
When I think of your beauty
The flawless rays shown
I know I have diamonds
When I think of your love
The rarest of the rest
I know I have rubies
When I think of you
The cut above the best
I know I have the best of gems
The sparkling gleam of green
I know I have emeralds
When I think of your smile
The most stunning I’ve seen
I know I have pearls
When I think of your brilliance
The sharpest I’ve known
I know I have sapphires
When I think of your beauty
The flawless rays shown
I know I have diamonds
When I think of your love
The rarest of the rest
I know I have rubies
When I think of you
The cut above the best
I know I have the best of gems
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 9:08pm
6th Feb 2015 9:08pm
The Idea
His strength, from the constant neglect,
has been so beaten, that he cannot trudge
any further. It seems he won’t earn respect
from a brainless brain, too stubborn to budge.
As he creeps outside his cell, head hanging down,
the bodies of the deceased, the forgotten thoughts
who have rotten away, who never made a sound,
lay lifelessly, forever enchained to their spots.
Only at times, the light of the outside
shines. Hopeful rays filling the shaded space,
giving the faintest feel, a sense of pride,
that today, the world will now be his...
has been so beaten, that he cannot trudge
any further. It seems he won’t earn respect
from a brainless brain, too stubborn to budge.
As he creeps outside his cell, head hanging down,
the bodies of the deceased, the forgotten thoughts
who have rotten away, who never made a sound,
lay lifelessly, forever enchained to their spots.
Only at times, the light of the outside
shines. Hopeful rays filling the shaded space,
giving the faintest feel, a sense of pride,
that today, the world will now be his...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2015 1:23am
21st Jan 2015 1:23am
Move On
I’m not your little pet
You can’t make me heel
Or come to you whenever you wish
Or pull this leash you put around my neck
Suffocating me from my surroundings
And keeping me from venturing on my own
Nor am I your little therapist
I don’t have the patience to make you my patient
Or the degree to hear about how every guy treats
You wrong when I was there listening
But I don’t need a degree to diagnose you
As a two faced bitch
Nor am I your little mechanic
You can’t call me at 1-800-fixmylife
Or have me paint over your mistakes...
You can’t make me heel
Or come to you whenever you wish
Or pull this leash you put around my neck
Suffocating me from my surroundings
And keeping me from venturing on my own
Nor am I your little therapist
I don’t have the patience to make you my patient
Or the degree to hear about how every guy treats
You wrong when I was there listening
But I don’t need a degree to diagnose you
As a two faced bitch
Nor am I your little mechanic
You can’t call me at 1-800-fixmylife
Or have me paint over your mistakes...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 1:26am
12th Dec 2014 1:26am
Jumping Rope
Jump roping around the block
On the playground, never stop
Hop scotch? Tag? Hide-n-seek?
Forget all those and jump to the beat
1-2-3-4-3-2-1
Jump in place until you’re done
Jump with friends and call it double
Twice the fun and triple the trouble
Then add more to your roping-ness
Keep on adding to the mess
Jumping until your feet are sore
Jumping rope is never a bore
Then go back and jump alone
Criss cross, one foot, on the way home
Keep on jumping but if you lose
Hang yourself from the jumping noose
On the playground, never stop
Hop scotch? Tag? Hide-n-seek?
Forget all those and jump to the beat
1-2-3-4-3-2-1
Jump in place until you’re done
Jump with friends and call it double
Twice the fun and triple the trouble
Then add more to your roping-ness
Keep on adding to the mess
Jumping until your feet are sore
Jumping rope is never a bore
Then go back and jump alone
Criss cross, one foot, on the way home
Keep on jumping but if you lose
Hang yourself from the jumping noose
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