Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 1:51am
25th Feb 2012 1:51am
.:Lil'Penny and The Wily Dude:.
Lil`Penny always dreamt of being a Big Dollah.
She’d get up on the table and make ‘em all holla.
They’d scream and beckon..
She'd reckon…she’d wreck shop with what she’d drop.
Which was far removed from what them other shawties got.
Not one to fool herself Lil`Penny was well aware of her physical wealth
Well aware of her presence and that reciprocatin' stare.
See girlfriend was rare; plus she was smart.
Snatch up a Playuh’s stash and his heart.
Let’s face it...she’d encase it.
Put it on display; just like her style.
Jokers who crept up be...
She’d get up on the table and make ‘em all holla.
They’d scream and beckon..
She'd reckon…she’d wreck shop with what she’d drop.
Which was far removed from what them other shawties got.
Not one to fool herself Lil`Penny was well aware of her physical wealth
Well aware of her presence and that reciprocatin' stare.
See girlfriend was rare; plus she was smart.
Snatch up a Playuh’s stash and his heart.
Let’s face it...she’d encase it.
Put it on display; just like her style.
Jokers who crept up be...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 7:41pm
6th Feb 2012 7:41pm
.:The Love I Never Had:.
my
chest
cavernous
still &
still feeling empty
best bet
my need to forget
forgetting what my eyes
what they wanted to remember
my heart
a hole in one
still beating
took
a beating
my dream leaving
left
not right
no love; gone
can’t call it fleeting
more like
self-deceiving
myself
alone
no one else
hers
was a mind
a body of illusion
that’s now my conclusion
love’s vision
a song sung...
chest
cavernous
still &
still feeling empty
best bet
my need to forget
forgetting what my eyes
what they wanted to remember
my heart
a hole in one
still beating
took
a beating
my dream leaving
left
not right
no love; gone
can’t call it fleeting
more like
self-deceiving
myself
alone
no one else
hers
was a mind
a body of illusion
that’s now my conclusion
love’s vision
a song sung...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 7:06pm
27th Jan 2012 7:06pm
.:King and Queen of The Bungle:.
Remember Uptown?
Zoo York, Central Park...near that watering hole?
We got caught; tangled in those opaque conversations
Out in the clearing there seemed some run astray moments
Most of 'em...moments with thick stagnation
They seemed intentionally unclear
Hanging out there. Like grazing gazelles beyond our grasp
Who would've thought paradise wouldn't last?
Now it would appear there's repulsion
The unveiling of those omitted cuts of Our Tallest Tales
Twin thoughts. Mindsets given up on maintaining
The stress and the...
Zoo York, Central Park...near that watering hole?
We got caught; tangled in those opaque conversations
Out in the clearing there seemed some run astray moments
Most of 'em...moments with thick stagnation
They seemed intentionally unclear
Hanging out there. Like grazing gazelles beyond our grasp
Who would've thought paradise wouldn't last?
Now it would appear there's repulsion
The unveiling of those omitted cuts of Our Tallest Tales
Twin thoughts. Mindsets given up on maintaining
The stress and the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2012 7:38pm
24th Jan 2012 7:38pm
.:Killadelphia:.
In these grave times this is what we find...MAN-unkind
Conducting killings in 99% of all The Occupied Spaces
And what’s now being conveyed is in reference to these places
The killings of whom we kill because
we don’t care about any traces
Hard life… to Death
All the time is what one faces
Ferocious like Death Squads and their craving just won’t wilt
Kill-Skills begetting thrills wherein alotta blood gets spilt
The absence of guilt while the hammer gets fed
our chilly ability for “Making one dead”
again, MAN
-unkind...tell...
Conducting killings in 99% of all The Occupied Spaces
And what’s now being conveyed is in reference to these places
The killings of whom we kill because
we don’t care about any traces
Hard life… to Death
All the time is what one faces
Ferocious like Death Squads and their craving just won’t wilt
Kill-Skills begetting thrills wherein alotta blood gets spilt
The absence of guilt while the hammer gets fed
our chilly ability for “Making one dead”
again, MAN
-unkind...tell...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 6:19pm
31st Dec 2011 6:19pm
.:Too Much, Too Many:.
:
too many moments alone wishing a few we could’ve saved
too many have family meals of TV and microwave
too many grandkids; they sneak while watching porn
too many grown too fast; it’s the adulthood they adorn
too many soldiers deployed policing in foreign lands
too many were in Iraq; now they’re in Afghanistan
too many walled streets occupied while others they get seized
too many bloated pockets filled by greedy thieves
too many students amassing a great deal of student debt
too many of those students propped up by a gambler’s bet
too many...
too many moments alone wishing a few we could’ve saved
too many have family meals of TV and microwave
too many grandkids; they sneak while watching porn
too many grown too fast; it’s the adulthood they adorn
too many soldiers deployed policing in foreign lands
too many were in Iraq; now they’re in Afghanistan
too many walled streets occupied while others they get seized
too many bloated pockets filled by greedy thieves
too many students amassing a great deal of student debt
too many of those students propped up by a gambler’s bet
too many...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 3:27am
31st Dec 2011 3:27am
.:The Lion's Share:.
to be candid
it’s onto another brand(ed)
another new year
this we’d swear
we crept
then peeped
what’s thought as fair
the lion’s share
to play the fawn in this affair
looks to us
the same old tears
the foul growl
demanding
fears
all up in here
never fair
lion around
they’re everywhere
dishonest guys
be honest guys
finding prey
we watch you rise
we know you think that we’re not wise
it’s shock & awe
the same damn pair
never-less
you watch us stare...
it’s onto another brand(ed)
another new year
this we’d swear
we crept
then peeped
what’s thought as fair
the lion’s share
to play the fawn in this affair
looks to us
the same old tears
the foul growl
demanding
fears
all up in here
never fair
lion around
they’re everywhere
dishonest guys
be honest guys
finding prey
we watch you rise
we know you think that we’re not wise
it’s shock & awe
the same damn pair
never-less
you watch us stare...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2011 2:29am
28th Dec 2011 2:29am
.:The Fraudulent:.
Had heard about them interrogations... They say them agents came at you like religion. Heard it was alotta restrictions and they had chronicled all that stuff you used to do. Said they went on & on about how you were living'...all that stuff. Wilbur told me it got kinda rough...A rough ride straight through hell... Tooth & nail… rode you in onna friggin rail. But we heard later, you hung tough in that special jail. We all knew you would... at least as long as you could. We heard through the grapevine Cali did you some good. Right up until you fell off...They say the last time you were...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2011 4:07am
20th Dec 2011 4:07am
.:2012 Countdown:.
time taken
it’s ticking. blood sucking
getting away with it..
another rendition, a flight out
counting down, spiraling
the Big Up has been kidnapped
a blackened shroud, tea colored
placed over an optimistic head
Left is for Dead
admirable hope
the continuance of it..
cheated;
teased, tortured
poked by utter nonsense
the clue-less hero
counts down
decimating decimals to zero
heard gasping; grasping for breath
the last.. losing their grip
shocked; zapped by straw poles
lost souls
the lies received...
it’s ticking. blood sucking
getting away with it..
another rendition, a flight out
counting down, spiraling
the Big Up has been kidnapped
a blackened shroud, tea colored
placed over an optimistic head
Left is for Dead
admirable hope
the continuance of it..
cheated;
teased, tortured
poked by utter nonsense
the clue-less hero
counts down
decimating decimals to zero
heard gasping; grasping for breath
the last.. losing their grip
shocked; zapped by straw poles
lost souls
the lies received...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Dec 2011 8:11pm
16th Dec 2011 8:11pm
.:You Wouldn't Want Your Whip To Break Down Here:.
She and her pixie dance; she was in a genie’s trance… I could tell by the way she moved she was real light-footed. And that her and her dance were some kinda Sub-World rooted. While me, I was strictly out there but I wasn’t Red-hooded. Wherein I’m always the one usually real sure-footed. But for a very long minute I’d been wondering if I should’ve… Knowing full well the possibilities and we surely could’ve.
Although, I could see her dippy-dance was quite different from mine. Hers seemed to be infused with some elfin white wine. My preference is a good ginger beer…and I drink it...
Although, I could see her dippy-dance was quite different from mine. Hers seemed to be infused with some elfin white wine. My preference is a good ginger beer…and I drink it...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 4:30pm
15th Dec 2011 4:30pm
.:99 problems and percentage ain't one:.
they say don’t stop, don’t stop
spend 'til you drop
::getting dead::
more con su more isms
consistently.. it’s so amazing
encased like dope; roped & gazing
another reason; ‘tis the season
once again in another shop window feasting
bank withdraws; they start freezing
grazing onna so-called recovery
::wanted::
a depression-less shopping spree
purportedly, one of the best ways to set ourselves free
but the wisdom of it? we still don’t see
::getting old told it's one or more ways to fill our days::
...
spend 'til you drop
::getting dead::
more con su more isms
consistently.. it’s so amazing
encased like dope; roped & gazing
another reason; ‘tis the season
once again in another shop window feasting
bank withdraws; they start freezing
grazing onna so-called recovery
::wanted::
a depression-less shopping spree
purportedly, one of the best ways to set ourselves free
but the wisdom of it? we still don’t see
::getting old told it's one or more ways to fill our days::
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 3:01pm
15th Dec 2011 3:01pm
.:Absent Like My Heart:.
wait on it…don’t speak; don’t
make a sound.
silence.
wait until I’m finished or
somewhere near or close to being complete.
your retreat; my approach
this requires.. desires our fullest attention.
what I need to mention can only be said as it spills
this flow from my heart
lead by my head
a force fed
this one time
where my severed heart… clearly
it’s yours…no longer mine.
taken.
no, I am not mistaken. my heart’s gotten carried away
just like the games...
make a sound.
silence.
wait until I’m finished or
somewhere near or close to being complete.
your retreat; my approach
this requires.. desires our fullest attention.
what I need to mention can only be said as it spills
this flow from my heart
lead by my head
a force fed
this one time
where my severed heart… clearly
it’s yours…no longer mine.
taken.
no, I am not mistaken. my heart’s gotten carried away
just like the games...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2011 12:59pm
12th Dec 2011 12:59pm
Seen ‘Nique
..
my smile
now disguised as smirk
attempting to mimic a stiff upper lip
failing at it madly
sadly; my washed out tears
they’ve all but dissipated
drowning out each iris to the point where
seeing was murder; the believing
that his hands...along with my eyes
that they were all over you
...
my smile
now disguised as smirk
attempting to mimic a stiff upper lip
failing at it madly
sadly; my washed out tears
they’ve all but dissipated
drowning out each iris to the point where
seeing was murder; the believing
that his hands...along with my eyes
that they were all over you
...
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