Submissions by johnrot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
when the ball started kicking back...
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2015 4:09am
14th Dec 2015 4:09am
normal men learned how to write post ww2
So you wanna be a hard working, honest man
or just be known as one
at least have your mother think so
before she kicks a bucket full of lists with no check marks
it's a wicked world where greedy, evil men prosper
and are considered successful and good at life
regardless of the below horizon lengths they will go to,
to at least seem that way
lying professionally
pretend friending
once i saw a boat on dry land
it needed some work
but i know a thing or two about barnacles
by now
I wanna scream these...
or just be known as one
at least have your mother think so
before she kicks a bucket full of lists with no check marks
it's a wicked world where greedy, evil men prosper
and are considered successful and good at life
regardless of the below horizon lengths they will go to,
to at least seem that way
lying professionally
pretend friending
once i saw a boat on dry land
it needed some work
but i know a thing or two about barnacles
by now
I wanna scream these...
1020 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Dec 2015 4:57am
13th Dec 2015 4:57am
reapect your elders cuz u might need some tp if u dont die soon
918 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 11:33pm
10th Nov 2015 11:33pm
goddamn girls from Ghana in the library
1143 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Nov 2015 5:01pm
6th Nov 2015 5:01pm
lethargy,self pity and bitch assness
Computer was so fed up with this depressing text it broke itself.
See how long the library's last.
It's been torturous lately like smooth contemporary supermarket kenny G.
Extremely obese women with horrible, creeping, lower bacne in hip hugger, skinny jeans and half shirts
and
Men with tan, hairy, muscular thighs in daisy dukes everywhere on campus.
Gotten too nauseated to even smoke a cigarette in this nightmare.
Don't need to call me on all the wasted time.
I'll go ahead and just rat on myself.
I had been sitting there super...
See how long the library's last.
It's been torturous lately like smooth contemporary supermarket kenny G.
Extremely obese women with horrible, creeping, lower bacne in hip hugger, skinny jeans and half shirts
and
Men with tan, hairy, muscular thighs in daisy dukes everywhere on campus.
Gotten too nauseated to even smoke a cigarette in this nightmare.
Don't need to call me on all the wasted time.
I'll go ahead and just rat on myself.
I had been sitting there super...
1014 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Nov 2015 9:50pm
5th Nov 2015 9:50pm
pulmonary edema
There was water there.
It wasn't like pretty crystal,chlorine clear or even that baby before it's even born nursery color.
Brown, bad stuff has lived here for a long time and always will, four tubes of nescafe instant in the mouth without a sip of liquid sludge. It looks like the substances I should be coughing up every morning. If I could get the dirt out. The toxic, late night infomercial, elevator jazz, maple syrup I been breathing hoping one of those molecules to be the one that ends the rest. There's always an old mexican dude playing some ominous little Spanish tune in my head...
It wasn't like pretty crystal,chlorine clear or even that baby before it's even born nursery color.
Brown, bad stuff has lived here for a long time and always will, four tubes of nescafe instant in the mouth without a sip of liquid sludge. It looks like the substances I should be coughing up every morning. If I could get the dirt out. The toxic, late night infomercial, elevator jazz, maple syrup I been breathing hoping one of those molecules to be the one that ends the rest. There's always an old mexican dude playing some ominous little Spanish tune in my head...
1063 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2015 1:42am
3rd Nov 2015 1:42am
see sharp minor
you do what you can to die a hardworking honest man
to
try really hard to be a good person
but that thing about a plan it's
a list of things that always goes wrong
what's the first thing you look for in the ash when your house burns down?
everything's got a neck on it
everybody likes eating,drinking,fucking
but not them gut rot,asthma,anxiety attacks
having to choose between washing your hair or brushing your teeth?
life is about choices when you are not highly motivated
I used to have...
to
try really hard to be a good person
but that thing about a plan it's
a list of things that always goes wrong
what's the first thing you look for in the ash when your house burns down?
everything's got a neck on it
everybody likes eating,drinking,fucking
but not them gut rot,asthma,anxiety attacks
having to choose between washing your hair or brushing your teeth?
life is about choices when you are not highly motivated
I used to have...
1000 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Oct 2015 00:32am
30th Oct 2015 00:32am
So Professor Doucet says "At least a thousand words on what you do and don't want out of this class"
I think what I'm mostly looking for in this class mam is what it is intended to do. I need to learn to analyze and articulate things better. I need to know how to produce what I want to in a more professional manner. A high five from your peers is only sometimes gratifying when the only reason you consider them a peer is because they once wrote something you liked and you wrote something once that they said they liked. But how much can you trust their opinion on your's or your's on their's when you think your writing is shit?
That's a big self destructive...
That's a big self destructive...
1121 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 6:59pm
15th Oct 2015 6:59pm
narcane addict
some of us need seasons
to remember change is possible
but that doesn't happen here
it's the sunny carbon underbelly
of silver cooking spoons
where leaves last forever
and endless summer is a horrible thing
I wanted to hurt her
by hurting myself
just to hear her screaming my name again
burn that book one last time
salty water pooling in the retina is our art
in motion
that can't catch traction
some thing
strung up in the form of some
ancient son
meant to scare away things that fly ...
to remember change is possible
but that doesn't happen here
it's the sunny carbon underbelly
of silver cooking spoons
where leaves last forever
and endless summer is a horrible thing
I wanted to hurt her
by hurting myself
just to hear her screaming my name again
burn that book one last time
salty water pooling in the retina is our art
in motion
that can't catch traction
some thing
strung up in the form of some
ancient son
meant to scare away things that fly ...
1035 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 2:33am
9th Oct 2015 2:33am
you think you can kill the brother of Badula?
So there is this door. Nothing real spectacular for the eyes to jump off. But it used to be my momma's door,
before that prolly somebody else's in the early thirties,
and I don't know much bout that but shortly there after it became my sister's. I can say a few things about. Her time
on that lot. A young woman sees a dying bird.
Picks it up. Pets it. Says comforting things in a language that ain't worms or breadcrumbs or about brethren,
that can flap their wings ninety times a minute,
hovering in a somewhere in time state around some sweet stuff whenever they...
before that prolly somebody else's in the early thirties,
and I don't know much bout that but shortly there after it became my sister's. I can say a few things about. Her time
on that lot. A young woman sees a dying bird.
Picks it up. Pets it. Says comforting things in a language that ain't worms or breadcrumbs or about brethren,
that can flap their wings ninety times a minute,
hovering in a somewhere in time state around some sweet stuff whenever they...
1107 reads
2 Comments
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