Submissions by jturner
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 9:38pm
1st Nov 2012 9:38pm
(non-life cycle and undevelopment)
shy smile, shiny hair, tiny body and wide eyes,
she was only fourteen.
good girl, listened to daddy but loved mommy.
daddy hated mommy,
and she hated daddy how mommy could not.
but daddy took good care
made sure all's well, every hope, every dream
specially crafted
in a way that's picture perfected, never neglected,
just asphyxiated.
never loved but loved to be hated.
loved to be penetrated,
lips stretched in a way that feels safe.
ass ripped, violated,
throat rubbed raw,...
she was only fourteen.
good girl, listened to daddy but loved mommy.
daddy hated mommy,
and she hated daddy how mommy could not.
but daddy took good care
made sure all's well, every hope, every dream
specially crafted
in a way that's picture perfected, never neglected,
just asphyxiated.
never loved but loved to be hated.
loved to be penetrated,
lips stretched in a way that feels safe.
ass ripped, violated,
throat rubbed raw,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 9:10pm
1st Nov 2012 9:10pm
(to annonymous)
dear child without a name,
you were gone before you came.
never laughed, never cried.
never learned, never tried.
no "but"'s, no "why?"'s.
we never looked into your eyes.
don't even know whos you'd a had,
would they been mom's? would they been dad's?
you never lied, you never grieved,
you never sighed, never breathed.
a shapeless mass, a chunk of cells.
boy or girl, we could not tell.
but with your death came life anew,
we chose ours in spite of you.
will not waste it, will not squander.
will be cursed to always...
you were gone before you came.
never laughed, never cried.
never learned, never tried.
no "but"'s, no "why?"'s.
we never looked into your eyes.
don't even know whos you'd a had,
would they been mom's? would they been dad's?
you never lied, you never grieved,
you never sighed, never breathed.
a shapeless mass, a chunk of cells.
boy or girl, we could not tell.
but with your death came life anew,
we chose ours in spite of you.
will not waste it, will not squander.
will be cursed to always...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 7:07pm
31st Oct 2012 7:07pm
(cognitive dissonance)
i feel the need to
express myself,
expand my wealth,
destroy my health,
yet still allow myself the ability to live long.
can't tell what's me or the world within' me, strength
seems relative when compared to the cognitive dissonance,
resonace rising in the radiating waves of myself,
not myself, the true one,
the one who's not mine.
now the clouds from the trees that aren't pine
resinate and rise while i resign
from reality as time slows down
and
stops.
is it better to exist or not?
express myself,
expand my wealth,
destroy my health,
yet still allow myself the ability to live long.
can't tell what's me or the world within' me, strength
seems relative when compared to the cognitive dissonance,
resonace rising in the radiating waves of myself,
not myself, the true one,
the one who's not mine.
now the clouds from the trees that aren't pine
resinate and rise while i resign
from reality as time slows down
and
stops.
is it better to exist or not?
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 6:53am
27th Oct 2012 6:53am
(easy street)
what's your vice?
everyone's got one.
everyone has a dark side
that needs to be
fed.
is it life
that throws us for a loop?
that takes us to the cleaner?
that bores us to
death?
this knife
i sharpened on the corns
and calluses
of my hands that one day had
bled.
but never again
i said, never again!
the steel in my skull
allows me to get
rest.
is it right?
how can it not be?
how can a god
who's always right be
wrong?
everyone's got one.
everyone has a dark side
that needs to be
fed.
is it life
that throws us for a loop?
that takes us to the cleaner?
that bores us to
death?
this knife
i sharpened on the corns
and calluses
of my hands that one day had
bled.
but never again
i said, never again!
the steel in my skull
allows me to get
rest.
is it right?
how can it not be?
how can a god
who's always right be
wrong?
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 7:10pm
26th Oct 2012 7:10pm
(subject to change)
jazzy, exquisite, slow-to show-emotion, independent, creative, adventurous.
anxious, needy,not-easy.
amorous, ridiculous, great-mother, unsure, imperfect, just-right, omnia-mea.
anxious, needy,not-easy.
amorous, ridiculous, great-mother, unsure, imperfect, just-right, omnia-mea.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 7:06pm
26th Oct 2012 7:06pm
(internal combustion)
put my knees to the sand,
cross my hands,
so i can talk to the big man, out in a distant land.
i start to understand,
my thoughts accumulate,
as we grow closer to telepathic communication.
we want equalization
in all nations,
'cause after all, we're human beings!
but where's the world peace,
aren't we human beings?
or do we really understand exactly what makes us this thing?
maybe we're just a bunch
of overgrown monkeys,
with drugs and money, full-blown junkies.
seems like nowadays everyone's ...
cross my hands,
so i can talk to the big man, out in a distant land.
i start to understand,
my thoughts accumulate,
as we grow closer to telepathic communication.
we want equalization
in all nations,
'cause after all, we're human beings!
but where's the world peace,
aren't we human beings?
or do we really understand exactly what makes us this thing?
maybe we're just a bunch
of overgrown monkeys,
with drugs and money, full-blown junkies.
seems like nowadays everyone's ...
717 reads
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