Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It all goes in cycles; I just hitch a ride from phase to phase.
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Jul 2015 4:52pm
18th Jul 2015 4:52pm
Large Lady
She had these wonderful tresses
Of shadowy red hair
That she kept tied up high with a bandana.
Her sultry green eyes
Looked all the more like ivy
When she did that pretty brown eye makeup.
Her jawline, so soft from the profile.
Her mouth, nothing very spectacular
Unless surrounding my thick mast.
Naked, I admire her hurriedly,
I admire her hushedly.
She snatches any material she can find
To cover up her mounds of supple flesh,
Regardless of the compliments I give her.
She won't let me kiss her
Arms, back, legs, tummy.
It makes...
Of shadowy red hair
That she kept tied up high with a bandana.
Her sultry green eyes
Looked all the more like ivy
When she did that pretty brown eye makeup.
Her jawline, so soft from the profile.
Her mouth, nothing very spectacular
Unless surrounding my thick mast.
Naked, I admire her hurriedly,
I admire her hushedly.
She snatches any material she can find
To cover up her mounds of supple flesh,
Regardless of the compliments I give her.
She won't let me kiss her
Arms, back, legs, tummy.
It makes...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2015 2:52am
16th Jul 2015 2:52am
You Don't Look Familiar
"Hey, darlin, you oughta listen better.
That bald spot is bigger than it was
This time yesterday,
So is that grey cloud you got covering those irises.
People do notice,
Notice that you're wearing long sleeves in 100 degrees,
Because you're mainstream.
Or is that mainlining?
Just like we were talking about the other day,
Americans are too damn worried about whose ass
They'll have to kiss tomorrow.
So no one will tell you.
And speaking of asses,
Remember when I told you
You surpassed your caloric intake for the week? ...
That bald spot is bigger than it was
This time yesterday,
So is that grey cloud you got covering those irises.
People do notice,
Notice that you're wearing long sleeves in 100 degrees,
Because you're mainstream.
Or is that mainlining?
Just like we were talking about the other day,
Americans are too damn worried about whose ass
They'll have to kiss tomorrow.
So no one will tell you.
And speaking of asses,
Remember when I told you
You surpassed your caloric intake for the week? ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2015 4:09am
12th Jul 2015 4:09am
Fractals
It's not until the dire straights
That you find what you are willing to die for.
And then you wish you were heartless
Instead of heartbroken.
If it's not there, it can't be broken;
But the truth is that everything can break.
Like that shield you have keeping your tears back
When a baby hugs you like they've been starved of compassion.
Like a hardcore bitch that's just changed her ways.
Some saying about 'being under my thumb'.
Hindsight is always 20/10, but it'll be different this time.
I just gotta figure out how to get going.
My break lights...
That you find what you are willing to die for.
And then you wish you were heartless
Instead of heartbroken.
If it's not there, it can't be broken;
But the truth is that everything can break.
Like that shield you have keeping your tears back
When a baby hugs you like they've been starved of compassion.
Like a hardcore bitch that's just changed her ways.
Some saying about 'being under my thumb'.
Hindsight is always 20/10, but it'll be different this time.
I just gotta figure out how to get going.
My break lights...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2015 6:43am
6th Jul 2015 6:43am
Crushing Comp Way Back When
Strikes me as a
Lincoln log cabin havin'
Type of guy.
One with a removable roof.
Clear skies and booze.
Man vs. Self conflict of
Wanting to be by himself
And wanting the baddest bitch
All night, most nights.
Just a little bit
Of that loser pride.
Don't want love
'Cause that's a way of saying
You gotta cut back
On the drinking habit.
I'll buy my own booze,
Listen to your music,
Fuck,
And leave.
Free verse poetry verse free.
Charming darlin' having vocabulary.
Sweet guitar pickin'
Sniper swipin' ...
Lincoln log cabin havin'
Type of guy.
One with a removable roof.
Clear skies and booze.
Man vs. Self conflict of
Wanting to be by himself
And wanting the baddest bitch
All night, most nights.
Just a little bit
Of that loser pride.
Don't want love
'Cause that's a way of saying
You gotta cut back
On the drinking habit.
I'll buy my own booze,
Listen to your music,
Fuck,
And leave.
Free verse poetry verse free.
Charming darlin' having vocabulary.
Sweet guitar pickin'
Sniper swipin' ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2015 6:41am
26th Jun 2015 6:41am
Zood
Astrology isn't doing so hot with the smog blocking my nighttime sky.
I can't be consoled by constellations if their advice is blocked
Like all the fuckin wifi passwords around here.
Rain on my parade. No access to free porn.
Never realized how sexy that gay shit can actually be.
I'll take a one of those lads as a right hand man
For when it's time to paint my left nails.
It's a curse;
Writing with your left when the right way to write is with you right. Right?
Wrong. Did you even do your research?
So the other day I found this little white,...
I can't be consoled by constellations if their advice is blocked
Like all the fuckin wifi passwords around here.
Rain on my parade. No access to free porn.
Never realized how sexy that gay shit can actually be.
I'll take a one of those lads as a right hand man
For when it's time to paint my left nails.
It's a curse;
Writing with your left when the right way to write is with you right. Right?
Wrong. Did you even do your research?
So the other day I found this little white,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2015 3:31am
12th May 2015 3:31am
Brown Light
Jesus quit calling,
Thank fucking God.
Everyone gets tired
Of the hard ol' broad
That stops trying to impress
And grips your face so tight you get lockjaw
When you want some sugar.
There's just some life lessons in life
That not everyone is shown,
Just those damned eavesdroppers
Who regret listening through the walls
And snooping around.
Curiosity killed the cat,
But so did the neighbors
After the meth man got paid.
I found a new Jesus,
He hides in auto parts.
I'm always trying to fix him,
Tune him up,...
Thank fucking God.
Everyone gets tired
Of the hard ol' broad
That stops trying to impress
And grips your face so tight you get lockjaw
When you want some sugar.
There's just some life lessons in life
That not everyone is shown,
Just those damned eavesdroppers
Who regret listening through the walls
And snooping around.
Curiosity killed the cat,
But so did the neighbors
After the meth man got paid.
I found a new Jesus,
He hides in auto parts.
I'm always trying to fix him,
Tune him up,...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2015 5:05am
26th Apr 2015 5:05am
Lighten Up
I had a good laugh today
Because I remembered that
The 'long haul' only means
'Forever'
When it is said
After
The diagnosis of a terminal illness
When you don't believe in miracles.
Boy, did that life lesson suck.
It sucked like that time
Last week
When every single dollar I had was stolen.
I still haven't had the energy to rage yet.
It's just reassuring to know I have a legitimate reason
To justify my lack of faith in humanity.
I try to rationalize when life happens
But generally I'm already well prepared to not care.
My...
Because I remembered that
The 'long haul' only means
'Forever'
When it is said
After
The diagnosis of a terminal illness
When you don't believe in miracles.
Boy, did that life lesson suck.
It sucked like that time
Last week
When every single dollar I had was stolen.
I still haven't had the energy to rage yet.
It's just reassuring to know I have a legitimate reason
To justify my lack of faith in humanity.
I try to rationalize when life happens
But generally I'm already well prepared to not care.
My...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 1:55am
8th Mar 2015 1:55am
Transverse Axels
Ow, Big Daddy,
You smell like the new upholstery
Inside of my old pickup line.
All threads and leather.
Sweet cheeks, take a seat.
Can I buy you a drink?
How about a bourbon?
The liquor has me wondering
If the rest of you is as smooth
As your talk game.
Say we head over to my place
And get to chatting with our hands.
Turn for me, Sly Fox.
Pants off.
Cat walk.
Hazme habla en otras idiomas.
Llamame maestra.
Metaphorically speaking,
Show me you can maneuver your stick
As you pop in the clutch.
Shove your shaft where...
You smell like the new upholstery
Inside of my old pickup line.
All threads and leather.
Sweet cheeks, take a seat.
Can I buy you a drink?
How about a bourbon?
The liquor has me wondering
If the rest of you is as smooth
As your talk game.
Say we head over to my place
And get to chatting with our hands.
Turn for me, Sly Fox.
Pants off.
Cat walk.
Hazme habla en otras idiomas.
Llamame maestra.
Metaphorically speaking,
Show me you can maneuver your stick
As you pop in the clutch.
Shove your shaft where...
961 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2015 3:28am
16th Feb 2015 3:28am
That Kid
Only the smart kids learn.
Not the smart kids like
The ones that will never
Smoke pot.
Not the ones that will never
Take the walk of shame.
Not the ones that will never
Skip a class or six.
I mean the ones that learn.
They learn not to love anything
Beause everything can be taken away.
'Cause you can lose dinner privileges.
'Cause your Playboys can be confiscated.
'Cause you won't always be this
Sane.
And you can't take any of it with you
In the end
Anyway.
Not the smart kids like
The ones that will never
Smoke pot.
Not the ones that will never
Take the walk of shame.
Not the ones that will never
Skip a class or six.
I mean the ones that learn.
They learn not to love anything
Beause everything can be taken away.
'Cause you can lose dinner privileges.
'Cause your Playboys can be confiscated.
'Cause you won't always be this
Sane.
And you can't take any of it with you
In the end
Anyway.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2015 9:57pm
24th Jan 2015 9:57pm
Ebb and Flow of Supply and Demand
Sewage pipe telephone wires,
Can I transfer your call?
Relay the bad news in a pentathlon.
Nobody's happy except the pentagon.
The entire ghetto is up in arms.
Accusations flying.
Hey, no harm, no foul, right?
Just some deflated pride.
It's either lowest of the lows
Or highest of the highs.
Knock-off stilettos up to her thigh,
Breaks them in every few nights.
Keeps the bills a little lighter,
The economy a little brighter.
Big politic man comes in every Tuesday,
It's 'high-class money' he's using.
Wife at home...
Can I transfer your call?
Relay the bad news in a pentathlon.
Nobody's happy except the pentagon.
The entire ghetto is up in arms.
Accusations flying.
Hey, no harm, no foul, right?
Just some deflated pride.
It's either lowest of the lows
Or highest of the highs.
Knock-off stilettos up to her thigh,
Breaks them in every few nights.
Keeps the bills a little lighter,
The economy a little brighter.
Big politic man comes in every Tuesday,
It's 'high-class money' he's using.
Wife at home...
716 reads
3 Comments
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