Submissions by jumbokitten (Alice Insanity)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My head is a twisted nightmare that cannot be woken from. But oh well.
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Aug 2016 6:08am
24th Aug 2016 6:08am
Overstimulation
Sounds grow to be too loud,
Bright colors burn into retinas,
Simple brushing against a surface
burns the skin like fire.
These voices sound louder than true,
Screaming in ears, melting insides,
Building anger like blocks
from a child's playpen.
Lashing out on overstimulation,
Driving rage with senses,
Exhausting the brain,
Collapsing on the rage,
Falling over emotions
to leave empty.
Stopping emotions,
Shutting down,
Overstimulation over.
Time to rest,
Reboot.
Prepare for the next fit.
Bright colors burn into retinas,
Simple brushing against a surface
burns the skin like fire.
These voices sound louder than true,
Screaming in ears, melting insides,
Building anger like blocks
from a child's playpen.
Lashing out on overstimulation,
Driving rage with senses,
Exhausting the brain,
Collapsing on the rage,
Falling over emotions
to leave empty.
Stopping emotions,
Shutting down,
Overstimulation over.
Time to rest,
Reboot.
Prepare for the next fit.
1029 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 5:35am
18th Aug 2016 5:35am
Lust
Inexplicit lust,
Wanting that love,
Makes it a must.
The sinful lust
Wanting to grab unto him
Pull him in with words of a seductress.
Take ahold to please oneself.
Feeling the lust of love
Taking action to fulfill _
this hole.
Lust for his love in comparison,
of his lust for enjoyment.
Throwing oneself to him
to fill each other's lust.
Lawless, lustful, relentless, remorseful.
Adrenaline pushing along.
Worth it.
Memorable.
Pain and Enjoyment,
all at once.
Perfectly....
Wanting that love,
Makes it a must.
The sinful lust
Wanting to grab unto him
Pull him in with words of a seductress.
Take ahold to please oneself.
Feeling the lust of love
Taking action to fulfill _
this hole.
Lust for his love in comparison,
of his lust for enjoyment.
Throwing oneself to him
to fill each other's lust.
Lawless, lustful, relentless, remorseful.
Adrenaline pushing along.
Worth it.
Memorable.
Pain and Enjoyment,
all at once.
Perfectly....
895 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2016 2:26am
17th Aug 2016 2:26am
No More
I will no longer tolerate,
the game that has been said to be so great.
I am finished with the problems,
the causations and their correlations.
The time it takes abhors me,
tired of the malicious jaws and claws.
This takes too much time,
so the last meaningful thing to do regarding love,
is to go along with it to write and rhyme.
Admiration has proven to be pointless,
along with the falling head over heels.
Scraping my own knees,
to be pushed down and thrown away.
We, we will no longer tolerate.
We are finished with the problems....
the game that has been said to be so great.
I am finished with the problems,
the causations and their correlations.
The time it takes abhors me,
tired of the malicious jaws and claws.
This takes too much time,
so the last meaningful thing to do regarding love,
is to go along with it to write and rhyme.
Admiration has proven to be pointless,
along with the falling head over heels.
Scraping my own knees,
to be pushed down and thrown away.
We, we will no longer tolerate.
We are finished with the problems....
582 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2016 7:13pm
7th Jun 2016 7:13pm
Crazy Things
Love makes us do these things.
Possibly leave things you've known so well behind,
or even fighting anything that comes in that path of passion.
But in the end the things we do are crazy.
We know the outcome some moments,
While others we are reaching into an abyss,
The outcomes we know may not be good,
the outcomes we don't may be surprising.
But we all do it for the love and passion.
When you truly love someone, how do you know?
Do you get butterflies or maybe a screwed up mind?
Do you change yourself for the better for that love?
Or do...
Possibly leave things you've known so well behind,
or even fighting anything that comes in that path of passion.
But in the end the things we do are crazy.
We know the outcome some moments,
While others we are reaching into an abyss,
The outcomes we know may not be good,
the outcomes we don't may be surprising.
But we all do it for the love and passion.
When you truly love someone, how do you know?
Do you get butterflies or maybe a screwed up mind?
Do you change yourself for the better for that love?
Or do...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2016 9:50pm
25th May 2016 9:50pm
Medusa
Medusa am I
But scaly skin not
Nor serpent headed
Piercing eyes though
Along a fate worse than stone
Glance upon my face
Upon you be brought
Sorrow, Pain, Anger
All to leave you distraught
Simply will be
Plainly as me
Leaving room for puzzles
like poetry
Follow like a pendulum
Slippery winding
Keep up with the timing
Stare eternally
Tied in a knot
Medusa am I
Medusa are you.
But scaly skin not
Nor serpent headed
Piercing eyes though
Along a fate worse than stone
Glance upon my face
Upon you be brought
Sorrow, Pain, Anger
All to leave you distraught
Simply will be
Plainly as me
Leaving room for puzzles
like poetry
Follow like a pendulum
Slippery winding
Keep up with the timing
Stare eternally
Tied in a knot
Medusa am I
Medusa are you.
648 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2016 10:02pm
12th May 2016 10:02pm
Circles
The brain,
most would say it's an amazing thing.
I do agree,
but when things become so clear,
to the point that they blur out
is when the brain.
ROYALLY.
Fucks you up.
Two different thoughts that circle around,
like vultures waiting to take what they can,
from the carcass that was the starting thought.
Whatever was the inspiration
is what feeds them till their plan of detonation,
gets put into play.
The imperfect circle that corrects itself the further in it gets,
then back to it's original state,
the circle circling what...
most would say it's an amazing thing.
I do agree,
but when things become so clear,
to the point that they blur out
is when the brain.
ROYALLY.
Fucks you up.
Two different thoughts that circle around,
like vultures waiting to take what they can,
from the carcass that was the starting thought.
Whatever was the inspiration
is what feeds them till their plan of detonation,
gets put into play.
The imperfect circle that corrects itself the further in it gets,
then back to it's original state,
the circle circling what...
625 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 8:08am
28th Apr 2016 8:08am
Unnatural
When the breathing starts to feel unnatural.
When the beating of your heart doesn't seem real,
when normal movement feels like floating like a feather;
or sinking like a rock.
It feels unnatural.
Losing grip on the senses,
first speech, and then smell.
Later, sight and hearing.
The inability to piece together words and speak them,
but then when paper and pen is presented,
a waterfall flows from the fingers.
Losing all feeling is unnatural.
Losing sight of time and days is strange.
This feeling that is brewing is surely not good.
But...
When the beating of your heart doesn't seem real,
when normal movement feels like floating like a feather;
or sinking like a rock.
It feels unnatural.
Losing grip on the senses,
first speech, and then smell.
Later, sight and hearing.
The inability to piece together words and speak them,
but then when paper and pen is presented,
a waterfall flows from the fingers.
Losing all feeling is unnatural.
Losing sight of time and days is strange.
This feeling that is brewing is surely not good.
But...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 8:45pm
21st Mar 2016 8:45pm
Sleep
A constant torment that renders within,
poking at the brain,
constantly reminding of the pain.
The colors surrounding cease to exist.
While the things of seeming fathomable,
become a little to none reality,
the room spins.
As if it is a child's toy.
Drumming against the ground,
causing a large mess.
Let the color seep away,
tell yourself that it helps to pray.
Constant nights of agonizing loneliness,
this gap only to be filled by itself.
Sleep is a necessity they say,
but most times with one hour sleep,
one can get through...
poking at the brain,
constantly reminding of the pain.
The colors surrounding cease to exist.
While the things of seeming fathomable,
become a little to none reality,
the room spins.
As if it is a child's toy.
Drumming against the ground,
causing a large mess.
Let the color seep away,
tell yourself that it helps to pray.
Constant nights of agonizing loneliness,
this gap only to be filled by itself.
Sleep is a necessity they say,
but most times with one hour sleep,
one can get through...
685 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 8:43pm
21st Mar 2016 8:43pm
Names
You are a filthy liar.
You are the world's evil.
You are worthless.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You are a faggot.
You are a disappointment.
Hello, My name is
all of the above.
You are no better.
I am you.
For I am your 'dummy',
that you pose your own names upon.
For I am garbage.
For I have no feeling.
For I am everything you 'have been'
We are all of the above.
You are the world's evil.
You are worthless.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You are a faggot.
You are a disappointment.
Hello, My name is
all of the above.
You are no better.
I am you.
For I am your 'dummy',
that you pose your own names upon.
For I am garbage.
For I have no feeling.
For I am everything you 'have been'
We are all of the above.
846 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2016 9:50pm
5th Jan 2016 9:50pm
But I Dare to Love Him
Although it wasn't too long ago,
our hearts had found different patterns,
I still find the grace when our lips trace,
to be the greatest feeling.
Though we are not tied,
by a pure white knot.
Though we have tried,
again and again,
the feelings always die.
But I dare to Love him.
We have nothing too great in common,
nothing to share while my mind is everywhere,
and his is stuck on single thoughts,
our expressions and movements do not follow,
the things I do are the opposite of his.
But I dare to Love him.
The people that...
our hearts had found different patterns,
I still find the grace when our lips trace,
to be the greatest feeling.
Though we are not tied,
by a pure white knot.
Though we have tried,
again and again,
the feelings always die.
But I dare to Love him.
We have nothing too great in common,
nothing to share while my mind is everywhere,
and his is stuck on single thoughts,
our expressions and movements do not follow,
the things I do are the opposite of his.
But I dare to Love him.
The people that...
654 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2015 5:39pm
17th Dec 2015 5:39pm
Sutured
He came home in the night,
Looked in the mirror to only realize,
How horrid his words have been.
What he has done.
"Oh what did you do."
The pestering entity had come back.
All he can do is scream at himself.
Through the mirror his words pass,
"It wasn't my fault!"
-"But you did it"
--"I didn't want to"
---"But you did"
----"You made me"
-----"Indeed you made yourself do so"
A loud crack rustles the steady air.
Shards of glass fall to the floor,
Others bite...
Looked in the mirror to only realize,
How horrid his words have been.
What he has done.
"Oh what did you do."
The pestering entity had come back.
All he can do is scream at himself.
Through the mirror his words pass,
"It wasn't my fault!"
-"But you did it"
--"I didn't want to"
---"But you did"
----"You made me"
-----"Indeed you made yourself do so"
A loud crack rustles the steady air.
Shards of glass fall to the floor,
Others bite...
669 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2015 2:18am
3rd Dec 2015 2:18am
Stop. Rewind. Die. Stop. Rewind...
Take a moment.
-
Cherish the silence.
-
Before something else goes bad.
Before you have to go back.
-
The little bug called time softly TICKS in your ears.
Take a slow breath.
Here comes the next dilemma.
There's another thing trailing on your heels.
-
Unaware it's coming up,
when he attacks you
all you can do is yell
STOP
-
-
-
The time is frozen
you're close to shreds.
Soon you will be dead.
-
Take a quick moment,
to understand where it went wrong,
then rewind the time and continue...
-
Cherish the silence.
-
Before something else goes bad.
Before you have to go back.
-
The little bug called time softly TICKS in your ears.
Take a slow breath.
Here comes the next dilemma.
There's another thing trailing on your heels.
-
Unaware it's coming up,
when he attacks you
all you can do is yell
STOP
-
-
-
The time is frozen
you're close to shreds.
Soon you will be dead.
-
Take a quick moment,
to understand where it went wrong,
then rewind the time and continue...
781 reads
3 Comments
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