Submissions by jswissman
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 3:11am
20th Jan 2014 3:11am
Not Merely Words
I’m not always the best at showing my emotions
Sometimes the only way to block out the negative ones
Is to shut them all down
But I want to show you I’m not incapable
Only it might take a little longer
The words might get caught
Sometimes not come at all
I want to tell you I love you
When I feel it
When it is real
Like an anxiety attack
Sometimes the only way to block out the negative ones
Is to shut them all down
But I want to show you I’m not incapable
Only it might take a little longer
The words might get caught
Sometimes not come at all
I want to tell you I love you
When I feel it
When it is real
Like an anxiety attack
593 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 6:32am
18th Jan 2014 6:32am
Crossing Into Georgia
Sitting in a traffic jam
On I75 in Florida
Wondering when I’ll get back to Ohio
Just crossed into Georgia
Wondering if this next exit has a hotel
A bed
A pillow
For my weary head
On I75 in Florida
Wondering when I’ll get back to Ohio
Just crossed into Georgia
Wondering if this next exit has a hotel
A bed
A pillow
For my weary head
546 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 1:19am
16th Jan 2014 1:19am
Along The Wooden Fence
T’was his last night upon this earth
No farewells did he need to speak
He viewed his death as a rebirth
Knowing this world was not for meek
He ate his meal which was the last
And juice on lips did drip blood red
He took the drink and left his past
All was complete and left unsaid
Flowers bent from torrents of rain
He walked along the wooden fence
Clouds hung over the muddy lane
He found the spot to lose his sense
With sunken head slouched under tree
His death’s long gaze did stare at me
No farewells did he need to speak
He viewed his death as a rebirth
Knowing this world was not for meek
He ate his meal which was the last
And juice on lips did drip blood red
He took the drink and left his past
All was complete and left unsaid
Flowers bent from torrents of rain
He walked along the wooden fence
Clouds hung over the muddy lane
He found the spot to lose his sense
With sunken head slouched under tree
His death’s long gaze did stare at me
653 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 00:44am
15th Jan 2014 00:44am
Vishnu Crank
Read me a poem that literally bleeds
From the fresh cadaver of a needle freak
Infected hospital mojo burns
Infested with purple spirit worms
Shoot up eyes to orange-red skies
Softly loudly Vishnu cries
Verily have I walked off the plank
Rushing so slowly on refried crank
Blind eyes see straight into the sun
This jest so serious is quickly done
From the fresh cadaver of a needle freak
Infected hospital mojo burns
Infested with purple spirit worms
Shoot up eyes to orange-red skies
Softly loudly Vishnu cries
Verily have I walked off the plank
Rushing so slowly on refried crank
Blind eyes see straight into the sun
This jest so serious is quickly done
648 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 3:31pm
14th Jan 2014 3:31pm
Within the Twisted Ruins of My Mind
Day three without meds
Brain-crushed popcorn meteorite
Shrapnel tongue can’t articulate the words
In vain I attempt to keep together my fractured dam
Poisoned cacti corpuscles grind
Minced subterranean hooligans riot
Benzo withdrawal liquefies my louse meat brain
So much worse than the worst kind of perverse panic
Rendered & rolling internal agony
Molten glass splinters thread my being
No getaway from these horrible sensations
Rolled up fetal and can’t find my way—bat shit, no exit crazy
Scrawling the walls with...
Brain-crushed popcorn meteorite
Shrapnel tongue can’t articulate the words
In vain I attempt to keep together my fractured dam
Poisoned cacti corpuscles grind
Minced subterranean hooligans riot
Benzo withdrawal liquefies my louse meat brain
So much worse than the worst kind of perverse panic
Rendered & rolling internal agony
Molten glass splinters thread my being
No getaway from these horrible sensations
Rolled up fetal and can’t find my way—bat shit, no exit crazy
Scrawling the walls with...
836 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 6:59pm
13th Jan 2014 6:59pm
Eating My Pain Away
Silence,
I suppose you are the person I write to now. For almost all of my childhood I felt erased. Erased. That is the best word I can think of to describe my experience.
Does this bit of information mean anything, really? “As far as anyone else was concerned, it didn’t seem to matter whether I was alive or dead. At the age of eight, I started eating my pain away. My mother had grown tired of trying to control what me and my sister ate and so at eight I was allowed to eat whatever I wanted. When I entered the 4th grade, I had gained 60 pounds over the summer. I really...
I suppose you are the person I write to now. For almost all of my childhood I felt erased. Erased. That is the best word I can think of to describe my experience.
Does this bit of information mean anything, really? “As far as anyone else was concerned, it didn’t seem to matter whether I was alive or dead. At the age of eight, I started eating my pain away. My mother had grown tired of trying to control what me and my sister ate and so at eight I was allowed to eat whatever I wanted. When I entered the 4th grade, I had gained 60 pounds over the summer. I really...
902 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 00:44am
13th Jan 2014 00:44am
This Brain-Damaged Corridor
Essential molecules of my identity
Erode and drift away
As I find myself growing more apathetic
Day by day by day.
I frantically search panoramic vistas
For another landing strip.
Putting one foot in front of the other
Despite the horror of the trip.
I block out all of my emotions
Including the ones I want to sing.
Maybe I’ll rip off all of my scabs
When I’m competent to feel again.
I remember the shower scene
From a simulacrum slasher flick.
The meaninglessness of the pristine—
The remake: An inferior duplicate. ...
Erode and drift away
As I find myself growing more apathetic
Day by day by day.
I frantically search panoramic vistas
For another landing strip.
Putting one foot in front of the other
Despite the horror of the trip.
I block out all of my emotions
Including the ones I want to sing.
Maybe I’ll rip off all of my scabs
When I’m competent to feel again.
I remember the shower scene
From a simulacrum slasher flick.
The meaninglessness of the pristine—
The remake: An inferior duplicate. ...
696 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 00:24am
10th Jan 2014 00:24am
In My Empty Jar
In my house,
I do not have mirrors.
I have eyeless reflections of internal agony—
A deathless gaze without eyelids
Staring outside my empty glass jar.
Inside here I cannot escape the jar,
And I cannot escape myself,
And I cannot escape—
Being empty.
I do not have mirrors.
I have eyeless reflections of internal agony—
A deathless gaze without eyelids
Staring outside my empty glass jar.
Inside here I cannot escape the jar,
And I cannot escape myself,
And I cannot escape—
Being empty.
632 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 00:22am
10th Jan 2014 00:22am
This Is It
When I cut the anger from my heart,
There’s no use pretending it’s art.
I throw it on a platter for you to see.
I do it haphazardly!
All of the heroes in comics are fucking dead,
And everything important has already been said.
This is it,
The only chance you get,
And it’s worth sticking around
Even if you feel like fucking shit.
There’s no use pretending it’s art.
I throw it on a platter for you to see.
I do it haphazardly!
All of the heroes in comics are fucking dead,
And everything important has already been said.
This is it,
The only chance you get,
And it’s worth sticking around
Even if you feel like fucking shit.
618 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 3:52pm
8th Jan 2014 3:52pm
Laugh
Laugh at yourself,
I do so every day.
Pity is for the foolish,
Absurdity for the wise.
Laugh at your dreams
As they all fall away.
Grasp for them in the dark,
Stretching the emptiness inside.
Laugh at your life,
Mine brings me to tears,
Mingled in bitter exuberance
As I’ve so laughed all these years.
I do so every day.
Pity is for the foolish,
Absurdity for the wise.
Laugh at your dreams
As they all fall away.
Grasp for them in the dark,
Stretching the emptiness inside.
Laugh at your life,
Mine brings me to tears,
Mingled in bitter exuberance
As I’ve so laughed all these years.
734 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2014 4:43pm
7th Jan 2014 4:43pm
Stillborn
This river you drown yourself in
Has no end
Your refusal to live will always last
While you hide in the crevices of your past
This mire you stick yourself in
Has no end
You accept the insurmountable feat
Of a self-fulfilling inability to sleep
This skin you find yourself in
Has no end
You dream of jumping from windowsills
And burn your throat with vicious thrills
This life you hate yourself in
Has no end
You freeze your cells but cannot win
The life you reject will never begin
Has never been ...
Has no end
Your refusal to live will always last
While you hide in the crevices of your past
This mire you stick yourself in
Has no end
You accept the insurmountable feat
Of a self-fulfilling inability to sleep
This skin you find yourself in
Has no end
You dream of jumping from windowsills
And burn your throat with vicious thrills
This life you hate yourself in
Has no end
You freeze your cells but cannot win
The life you reject will never begin
Has never been ...
645 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2014 4:33pm
7th Jan 2014 4:33pm
Assassins of Language
A long passage is stuffed full, flooded, stopped up like a toilet: A whole population stands in the throat of an underground tunnel choking on the spillage of holding tanks, vats and cisterns, shredding organs too easily torn from experience. Roadblocks with assassins of language at every turn promote a vocabulary of progression as the crowd gags on long vowels and emotional swill.
662 reads
1 Comment
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