Submissions by johnrot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
when the ball started kicking back...
LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2015 4:53am
29th May 2015 4:53am
shouldn't have done coke that day
1038 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th May 2015 9:05pm
11th May 2015 9:05pm
2216 nebula,star on the left
Hey Pop,
I remember what you always said ol man.
Just try to find some thing to make yourself happy.
If you can't find something to make yourself happy,
just try to find something to give yourself hope,
if you can't find some thing to give yourself hope,
just try to find yourself something to do.
So even though it doesn't seem as gratifying as it once was,
I'm still writing it all down,
like you used to.
I been feeling like a real big pussy lately pops,
that big bad unforgiving world out there...
I remember what you always said ol man.
Just try to find some thing to make yourself happy.
If you can't find something to make yourself happy,
just try to find something to give yourself hope,
if you can't find some thing to give yourself hope,
just try to find yourself something to do.
So even though it doesn't seem as gratifying as it once was,
I'm still writing it all down,
like you used to.
I been feeling like a real big pussy lately pops,
that big bad unforgiving world out there...
1178 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2015 10:14pm
5th May 2015 10:14pm
the world's oldest profession
the whores,
oh yeah the whores,
I love them, I think
I love them all
with eating disorders and abandonment issues
with the runs in their stockings
handbags full of things that I don't need to make sense of
like the way I like the way the other pillow smells
after SHE leaves
and I don't need no woman to tell me how bad I've gotten either
but how loud can a rusty bell be?
in a merlot stained anhedonia party dress
and weaponized four inch heels
trying to scare all those bad things under the bed back away
and wash off...
oh yeah the whores,
I love them, I think
I love them all
with eating disorders and abandonment issues
with the runs in their stockings
handbags full of things that I don't need to make sense of
like the way I like the way the other pillow smells
after SHE leaves
and I don't need no woman to tell me how bad I've gotten either
but how loud can a rusty bell be?
in a merlot stained anhedonia party dress
and weaponized four inch heels
trying to scare all those bad things under the bed back away
and wash off...
992 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2015 11:15pm
3rd May 2015 11:15pm
temerity
anything let go of is covered with claw marks
and you can writhe your whole life for it
everything i've heard in these rooms is all about you,
still somewhere in toledo after seven cups of coffee
a woman speaks of a man in eastern omaha,
a larger man,one of broader stature,
who keeps trying to tell everyone
the best thing the jews ever did was kill Christ,
but most of us are only here to get our sheet signed.
And who hasn't read even just a little of the book?
in spite of pyrrhonism and malaise, ...
and you can writhe your whole life for it
everything i've heard in these rooms is all about you,
still somewhere in toledo after seven cups of coffee
a woman speaks of a man in eastern omaha,
a larger man,one of broader stature,
who keeps trying to tell everyone
the best thing the jews ever did was kill Christ,
but most of us are only here to get our sheet signed.
And who hasn't read even just a little of the book?
in spite of pyrrhonism and malaise, ...
1177 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Mar 2015 1:15am
31st Mar 2015 1:15am
f**k this writing shit
1304 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2015 11:41pm
30th Mar 2015 11:41pm
not yours
I am selfish
I'll write it all down so good,
so smooth,
and never show you.
I will find the cure for all our cancers,
prove the equation to manipulate the space time continuum,
crumble it up,throw it at the waste paper basket
and miss,
but it will surely make it in there eventually.
I want you to know that I know
things philosophers,poets and scientists
could never fathom
this is all mine
and you can't have any of it...
I'll write it all down so good,
so smooth,
and never show you.
I will find the cure for all our cancers,
prove the equation to manipulate the space time continuum,
crumble it up,throw it at the waste paper basket
and miss,
but it will surely make it in there eventually.
I want you to know that I know
things philosophers,poets and scientists
could never fathom
this is all mine
and you can't have any of it...
943 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2015 5:29am
15th Mar 2015 5:29am
i wish they still made a VCR
ran across an old VHS the other day
you know how the sight of an object can remind of a fragrance?
he smelled like old spice and 90 weight gear oil
sam adams and a shitty factory in syracuse
ever once in a while
when i pull the change and cigarette butts out of my pocket
reach down to take the dog's collar off
i think i catch a whiff
the ol lady got jokes
asks me sometimes if i'm wearing the same blue jeans
and boots chewed a bit by a puppy?
as you with a guitar next to your snap on...
you know how the sight of an object can remind of a fragrance?
he smelled like old spice and 90 weight gear oil
sam adams and a shitty factory in syracuse
ever once in a while
when i pull the change and cigarette butts out of my pocket
reach down to take the dog's collar off
i think i catch a whiff
the ol lady got jokes
asks me sometimes if i'm wearing the same blue jeans
and boots chewed a bit by a puppy?
as you with a guitar next to your snap on...
984 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Mar 2015 2:17am
14th Mar 2015 2:17am
psy 202 told me i could trick you
1748 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2015 2:30am
11th Mar 2015 2:30am
loved ones and laundry
1041 reads
8 Comments
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