Submissions by juon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Anyone have a tranq gun to use on the elephant in the room?
DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 4:46pm
17th Dec 2013 4:46pm
empathizing with the lunatic
it has to be so horrible
to not be able to stand
to live in your own skin
to wake in misery,
down some pills
and try to suffer
the day again,
over and over again
it never seems to improve
no one wants to be near you
because you are utterly miserable
and so incredibly self absorbed
that it seems all you can think about
is your own endless pain
you don't understand that if you
pull your head out of your ass
and stop thinking about me, me, me
every second of the day
the pain of your past
might...
to not be able to stand
to live in your own skin
to wake in misery,
down some pills
and try to suffer
the day again,
over and over again
it never seems to improve
no one wants to be near you
because you are utterly miserable
and so incredibly self absorbed
that it seems all you can think about
is your own endless pain
you don't understand that if you
pull your head out of your ass
and stop thinking about me, me, me
every second of the day
the pain of your past
might...
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 1:05pm
16th Dec 2013 1:05pm
monster, underneath
try to debase me with your hatred,
diminish me with your words
and I will rise and throw
the acid of my awareness
in your bloody eyes
monster, underneath
you are but a terrified boy
cringing in the shadows,
asking to be saved
and never heard
such a pity, yes, so sad it is
but that doesn't excuse
your dreams of murder
you sick, sad boy grown
to a poor excuse for a man
throwing blame on anything
feminine,
she is not your mother and
does not belong in a gutter
and she will not...
diminish me with your words
and I will rise and throw
the acid of my awareness
in your bloody eyes
monster, underneath
you are but a terrified boy
cringing in the shadows,
asking to be saved
and never heard
such a pity, yes, so sad it is
but that doesn't excuse
your dreams of murder
you sick, sad boy grown
to a poor excuse for a man
throwing blame on anything
feminine,
she is not your mother and
does not belong in a gutter
and she will not...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 5:26pm
14th Dec 2013 5:26pm
27 days of hunger
27 days of hunger
and one inch from
the certainty of death
on the rocks below
and I finally knew
that this was the day
that I could leave you
do want to tell me again
how I never suffered
at your hand?
how you were
the exemplary
man who brought
flowers
and cooked
dinners and built
the very rafters
that I wished I had
the courage to
hang myself from
to escape your
kindness, your
terrible gifts
that never made
up for the suffering
do you wish to remind me...
and one inch from
the certainty of death
on the rocks below
and I finally knew
that this was the day
that I could leave you
do want to tell me again
how I never suffered
at your hand?
how you were
the exemplary
man who brought
flowers
and cooked
dinners and built
the very rafters
that I wished I had
the courage to
hang myself from
to escape your
kindness, your
terrible gifts
that never made
up for the suffering
do you wish to remind me...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 4:03pm
14th Dec 2013 4:03pm
take this love(hate)
how do you make me feel
unworthy of love
while at the same time
professing to love me
as no other ever will
how do you make me feel
so bruised and ugly
at the same time you are
calling me especially
beautiful
and how do you stop
reminding me,
for a second too long,
of why I can not love you
before you tear my love
to pieces
and toss it at my feet
triumphantly guessing
you've rendered me
speecless
in the face
of heartache
once again and finally,
how can...
unworthy of love
while at the same time
professing to love me
as no other ever will
how do you make me feel
so bruised and ugly
at the same time you are
calling me especially
beautiful
and how do you stop
reminding me,
for a second too long,
of why I can not love you
before you tear my love
to pieces
and toss it at my feet
triumphantly guessing
you've rendered me
speecless
in the face
of heartache
once again and finally,
how can...
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5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 5:50am
5th Dec 2013 5:50am
a bloody pen
If I have to write you out of my life
one line at a time
that is what I will do
when I wake from a dream
where your lips were a fury
that caressed the heartache you made
I will wake from that dream
and write you away,
putting out fires
with my fingertips
as you once extinguished
the fire of your love/hate
on my skin,
I will mend your broken promises
with a bloody pen
and never take you in,
never again
one line at a time
that is what I will do
when I wake from a dream
where your lips were a fury
that caressed the heartache you made
I will wake from that dream
and write you away,
putting out fires
with my fingertips
as you once extinguished
the fire of your love/hate
on my skin,
I will mend your broken promises
with a bloody pen
and never take you in,
never again
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13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2013 8:56pm
4th Dec 2013 8:56pm
on demand
smoke another cigarette,
drink water that my face needs
to calm this fever heat,
shut the door
it's opening
on another time,
in my eyes
I drop from the bridge
and rewind,
fall from the edge
and climb,
ask if you would
push me outside,
take me away,
let me remember
more physical pains
all in one day
we have the sun
clasped between our hands
and the coldest, bleakest,
deepest of miseries
-on demand
drink water that my face needs
to calm this fever heat,
shut the door
it's opening
on another time,
in my eyes
I drop from the bridge
and rewind,
fall from the edge
and climb,
ask if you would
push me outside,
take me away,
let me remember
more physical pains
all in one day
we have the sun
clasped between our hands
and the coldest, bleakest,
deepest of miseries
-on demand
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 10:14pm
3rd Dec 2013 10:14pm
please
if there is one kind thing left in you,
please,
remind me of the monster
you know you are
before I walk too far
into your arms
because I know in my heart if I do
you will be the end of me
we both know this is true.
please,
remind me of the monster
you know you are
before I walk too far
into your arms
because I know in my heart if I do
you will be the end of me
we both know this is true.
746 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 9:59pm
3rd Dec 2013 9:59pm
big mistake
I never want a lucid dream again
because at that moment of realization
when I knew I could have anything
because it was simply imagination,
I wanted you
and you came
and it was the worst thing
that has ever happened to me
while sleeping,
or awake
because at that moment of realization
when I knew I could have anything
because it was simply imagination,
I wanted you
and you came
and it was the worst thing
that has ever happened to me
while sleeping,
or awake
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 1:31pm
3rd Dec 2013 1:31pm
see you there
what if I was so stupidly brave
that I decided to tell you
I was still in love with you,
that no matter how cruel your hands
or dark your moods, harsh your words
and obsessive your need,
destructive your way
of loving me
what if I said
I still dream of you nearly every night,
after years of fending off your love
and meticulously building a shelter
out of reasons
I must keep you out
what if I told you I can't, won't love
any other man no matter how
alone I am
because it is you ...
that I decided to tell you
I was still in love with you,
that no matter how cruel your hands
or dark your moods, harsh your words
and obsessive your need,
destructive your way
of loving me
what if I said
I still dream of you nearly every night,
after years of fending off your love
and meticulously building a shelter
out of reasons
I must keep you out
what if I told you I can't, won't love
any other man no matter how
alone I am
because it is you ...
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 4:57pm
2nd Dec 2013 4:57pm
A bad case of religion
he was barely old enough
to be a soldier when we met,
had already done a mountain of
hallucinogens
became obsessed with demons
shortly after he found christianity,
and began to fear for his soul
constantly,
randomly on any given day
I would find him doing
the strangest things,
checking the folds of the curtains,
looking at the glass in a picture
frame from several different angles
pacing wall to door in dismay
he would read his bible the way
he had previously read
Burroughs and Huxley,
...
to be a soldier when we met,
had already done a mountain of
hallucinogens
became obsessed with demons
shortly after he found christianity,
and began to fear for his soul
constantly,
randomly on any given day
I would find him doing
the strangest things,
checking the folds of the curtains,
looking at the glass in a picture
frame from several different angles
pacing wall to door in dismay
he would read his bible the way
he had previously read
Burroughs and Huxley,
...
712 reads
4 Comments
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