Submissions by johnrot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
when the ball started kicking back...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 3:49am
6th Nov 2012 3:49am
schrodinger's mistress
the hat isn't wearing me
the wings make the man but lately there has been a lack of wind
skeletons stay singing sad songs in the summertime
i could only see the sun in her eyes
there is a meth lab in her smile
i'm strung out and trying to remember how to drive
apocalypse pony running in first
a dead leg ahead
a stone's throw behind
i've got nobody on my side
dream vs. memory
nearsighted nostalgia
my very fabric aches with the idea you may call upon me again
the witching hour, a small cloud of grey
clearly we kill each other
you are...
the wings make the man but lately there has been a lack of wind
skeletons stay singing sad songs in the summertime
i could only see the sun in her eyes
there is a meth lab in her smile
i'm strung out and trying to remember how to drive
apocalypse pony running in first
a dead leg ahead
a stone's throw behind
i've got nobody on my side
dream vs. memory
nearsighted nostalgia
my very fabric aches with the idea you may call upon me again
the witching hour, a small cloud of grey
clearly we kill each other
you are...
973 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 2:43am
1st Nov 2012 2:43am
i dream of???????????
no time to look back
peeranoia
i'm in the bottle rub it down
release me
clostrophobic in here
too many images of imperfections
i can see you with your large forehead and eager eyes
eager to fix your lives lies
how did i become the granter of wishes you ask
with my boyish face and shy like demeanor
i'm still a thousand years old
never wash up on sunny beaches
pushed by snowplows in the cold to the dirty side of the road
salt and sand
down by the river sleeping in a van
sarcasm and insecurities sound incredibly similar
every ask...
peeranoia
i'm in the bottle rub it down
release me
clostrophobic in here
too many images of imperfections
i can see you with your large forehead and eager eyes
eager to fix your lives lies
how did i become the granter of wishes you ask
with my boyish face and shy like demeanor
i'm still a thousand years old
never wash up on sunny beaches
pushed by snowplows in the cold to the dirty side of the road
salt and sand
down by the river sleeping in a van
sarcasm and insecurities sound incredibly similar
every ask...
703 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 1:18am
31st Oct 2012 1:18am
the box
somewhere in between dream and memory there is a picture of someone i miss but yet have not met
de ja vu
x 2
matter cannot be created nor destroyed
so i am employed
to insist that i've been here before
before the war
before the soars and blemishes of the late nineties and then there on
y2k brought shame for eternal search for tender touch
i don't believe in ghosts but i see them constantly
i feel eyes upon me
someone else in the room
after all the doom and gloom and ugly tattoos
there is still me and you
days we never knew
days we...
de ja vu
x 2
matter cannot be created nor destroyed
so i am employed
to insist that i've been here before
before the war
before the soars and blemishes of the late nineties and then there on
y2k brought shame for eternal search for tender touch
i don't believe in ghosts but i see them constantly
i feel eyes upon me
someone else in the room
after all the doom and gloom and ugly tattoos
there is still me and you
days we never knew
days we...
675 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 00:16am
30th Oct 2012 00:16am
the king,the slave and the merchant cont.......
i met an old man on a train
who told a tale of a king a slave and a merchant
his service of the queen
black butterflies swarmed with his every breath
i cracked a slight smile as to signify we were on the same side
things change but they don't get better i replied
i have not spoke to someone this insightful
since the last time i died
everybody wants to be king
and the slave wishes he owned some
the merchant fares well
on the next purchase
heavy is the head
he produced an old tobacco pouch and asked that i aid him in a...
who told a tale of a king a slave and a merchant
his service of the queen
black butterflies swarmed with his every breath
i cracked a slight smile as to signify we were on the same side
things change but they don't get better i replied
i have not spoke to someone this insightful
since the last time i died
everybody wants to be king
and the slave wishes he owned some
the merchant fares well
on the next purchase
heavy is the head
he produced an old tobacco pouch and asked that i aid him in a...
683 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2012 10:23pm
28th Oct 2012 10:23pm
sins of the father
i only see the sun in an echo
an unnotable truth in the air chasing me
memory maker
tend to the savior
zion the mirage
not much left for martyrs
i was mad the first time your house burned down
now
i'm proud
i'm cynicism as a side dish
i know very well that there is something wrong with me
i've come to terms with my own existance
should i wait for the world to come around and realize they are scumbags?
should i defend your honor with such the track record for betrayal?
it's always dead days in autumn
sometimes are only sometimes...
an unnotable truth in the air chasing me
memory maker
tend to the savior
zion the mirage
not much left for martyrs
i was mad the first time your house burned down
now
i'm proud
i'm cynicism as a side dish
i know very well that there is something wrong with me
i've come to terms with my own existance
should i wait for the world to come around and realize they are scumbags?
should i defend your honor with such the track record for betrayal?
it's always dead days in autumn
sometimes are only sometimes...
663 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Oct 2012 8:03pm
28th Oct 2012 8:03pm
the boy who cried wolf
somewhere over the rainbow
it's still raining
you'll really only find fair weather friends in fair weather
god is only smiling in california
back in ny john lester is buried in onieda cemetary
this halloween i'm dressing up as alive
this ain't the real me just someone i've always wanted here
you would'nt have to say how you love all the alone time
if you did'nt mind
i've never dated a girl named nancy before
i love her hair,smile the whole story
when i get back from the war i got back to after the war
we'll have our glory
on the tip of my...
it's still raining
you'll really only find fair weather friends in fair weather
god is only smiling in california
back in ny john lester is buried in onieda cemetary
this halloween i'm dressing up as alive
this ain't the real me just someone i've always wanted here
you would'nt have to say how you love all the alone time
if you did'nt mind
i've never dated a girl named nancy before
i love her hair,smile the whole story
when i get back from the war i got back to after the war
we'll have our glory
on the tip of my...
706 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 11:20pm
27th Oct 2012 11:20pm
when joy killed sorrow??????
775 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 3:01am
26th Oct 2012 3:01am
welcome home kid, good job being a murderer
742 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 2:08am
26th Oct 2012 2:08am
safety out of reach
i just need a lil somethin to shake off the cold
somethin to hold
not to have
sorry im a spaz
sorry you're just a laugh
and i'm always getting trashed
but never a dull moment
i could use a few
demons are only sexy on the outside
how did dylan last so long?
once when i was young
i saw a picture in a book
it's caption read as follows
"there are no angels here"
the rest of the world is made of clay
and im made of stone
but i could never throw enough to kill that damn crow
birds on a wire
postcards from the edge...
somethin to hold
not to have
sorry im a spaz
sorry you're just a laugh
and i'm always getting trashed
but never a dull moment
i could use a few
demons are only sexy on the outside
how did dylan last so long?
once when i was young
i saw a picture in a book
it's caption read as follows
"there are no angels here"
the rest of the world is made of clay
and im made of stone
but i could never throw enough to kill that damn crow
birds on a wire
postcards from the edge...
585 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 2:01am
12th Oct 2012 2:01am
they say that angels gather here, funny never thought i'd see you
so shortly after my father died i grabbed one up that i was ten years senior and jumped on a southern train
no direction ahead or position behind
the wind at my back but not in my sails
they seem to sag in a hurricane
i seem to slack without a blur in my brain
these are the burns and the pains
this is where the color turns to a stain
who would have thought?
i'm still me 5000 miles away
take it to the face
on the chin
to the limit
give it
shit call it quits
no more pictures on the piano or time to walk whiskey the long way home
that...
no direction ahead or position behind
the wind at my back but not in my sails
they seem to sag in a hurricane
i seem to slack without a blur in my brain
these are the burns and the pains
this is where the color turns to a stain
who would have thought?
i'm still me 5000 miles away
take it to the face
on the chin
to the limit
give it
shit call it quits
no more pictures on the piano or time to walk whiskey the long way home
that...
746 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 1:31am
12th Oct 2012 1:31am
gunpowder breath
i knew that
you were'nt comin back
but i would wait
inspite of that fact
with the gunpowder on my breath and ink on my flesh
now i know that there is nobody left
and its all been such a fucking mess
but i am still alive
inspite of this life and all its lies
i am still alive
and i have got a
brand new 45
count the days untill you're gone
i've been alone with you
for so long
i was always there when u needed somethin to hold
now the tables turn and i have been
left here alone
count the days untill you're gone
...
you were'nt comin back
but i would wait
inspite of that fact
with the gunpowder on my breath and ink on my flesh
now i know that there is nobody left
and its all been such a fucking mess
but i am still alive
inspite of this life and all its lies
i am still alive
and i have got a
brand new 45
count the days untill you're gone
i've been alone with you
for so long
i was always there when u needed somethin to hold
now the tables turn and i have been
left here alone
count the days untill you're gone
...
681 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by johnrot
