Submissions by nagasaki (pittyfulmind)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 11:11am
3rd Feb 2012 11:11am
something to think about
this is not a poem this is a tribute to the human soul
(please read with an open mind)
human instinct tells us to follow our carnal desires.
to be who we want to be, need to be..
if you want to be a christian or a luciferian or a hindu
or even your own God
then do it with pride
two facing your beliefs will not benefit you in life.
to open up to something new is not a problem but accomodate it
in such a way that you do not throw your previous beliefs
away. there is a difference between intellect and beliefs.
you learn about the...
(please read with an open mind)
human instinct tells us to follow our carnal desires.
to be who we want to be, need to be..
if you want to be a christian or a luciferian or a hindu
or even your own God
then do it with pride
two facing your beliefs will not benefit you in life.
to open up to something new is not a problem but accomodate it
in such a way that you do not throw your previous beliefs
away. there is a difference between intellect and beliefs.
you learn about the...
671 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 9:54am
31st Jan 2012 9:54am
silent winess
no mirror can display what's inside
what i hide
no person can feel what i feel
what is real
no song can be sung for me,
about me
i do not have wings to fly away
stuck here each and every day
to listen, to feel
everything that's real
daydreaming is over and
nightmares are gone
it's the feelings and memories
that will have me hung
what i hide
no person can feel what i feel
what is real
no song can be sung for me,
about me
i do not have wings to fly away
stuck here each and every day
to listen, to feel
everything that's real
daydreaming is over and
nightmares are gone
it's the feelings and memories
that will have me hung
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2012 10:23am
25th Jan 2012 10:23am
soulful dimensions
i awake to the bright
flourescent lighting
from a roof i don't
recognise
smell of disinfectant and blood
trickles slowly into my nostrils
as my brain races to put
all the pieces together
a hospital.........
im in ?
looking down i see
a toe tag on my foot
my chest burns
my eyes burn
my soul burns
a car speeding
me walking
she was walking too
next to me, holding hands
doctor walks in and nods
pulls off my toe tag and says
that was close," she gave you her heart"...
flourescent lighting
from a roof i don't
recognise
smell of disinfectant and blood
trickles slowly into my nostrils
as my brain races to put
all the pieces together
a hospital.........
im in ?
looking down i see
a toe tag on my foot
my chest burns
my eyes burn
my soul burns
a car speeding
me walking
she was walking too
next to me, holding hands
doctor walks in and nods
pulls off my toe tag and says
that was close," she gave you her heart"...
636 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 8:48am
17th Jan 2012 8:48am
workings of a mental patient
the door is open, they forgot
i see the sun and i dare not
but i must go
be quick let's not be slow
grass tickling my foot, only one shoe on
lost the other when i met samson
yes the one from the bible
he's a good guy, needs a hair cut if you ask me
sitting with birds now, in a tree
they shout then i shout, can you hear me?
so many of them and only one of me
hope we can come to an agreement
calculating the force with which i'll hit the ground
if i jump i must not make a sound
what will happen if im found
so hungry!
...
i see the sun and i dare not
but i must go
be quick let's not be slow
grass tickling my foot, only one shoe on
lost the other when i met samson
yes the one from the bible
he's a good guy, needs a hair cut if you ask me
sitting with birds now, in a tree
they shout then i shout, can you hear me?
so many of them and only one of me
hope we can come to an agreement
calculating the force with which i'll hit the ground
if i jump i must not make a sound
what will happen if im found
so hungry!
...
695 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 12:23pm
13th Jan 2012 12:23pm
exposed
alone
so alone
without you
you are
my beginning
my
end
in between us
a glorious emotion
of solitude and
grace
to be at peace with someone
you love so much
grants you the privelege
to say
i have lived
i have loved
me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you
us
so alone
without you
you are
my beginning
my
end
in between us
a glorious emotion
of solitude and
grace
to be at peace with someone
you love so much
grants you the privelege
to say
i have lived
i have loved
me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you
us
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 6:23am
13th Jan 2012 6:23am
into the unknown
your bed is our boat
let's go explore
i want to be inside of you
the captain with the oar
to set sail for orgazm island
take you far away
to an abandoned island
where for always we could stay
your pillow is my deckchair
your legs my steering wheel
your arms are my fishing rod
and your breasts fishing reel
the wind is picking up
so set the course due south
do you want it over your chest
oh! you prefer the mouth!
i wear the hat of doggy style
and i straddle the wheel of love
i stand on top of sheets of...
let's go explore
i want to be inside of you
the captain with the oar
to set sail for orgazm island
take you far away
to an abandoned island
where for always we could stay
your pillow is my deckchair
your legs my steering wheel
your arms are my fishing rod
and your breasts fishing reel
the wind is picking up
so set the course due south
do you want it over your chest
oh! you prefer the mouth!
i wear the hat of doggy style
and i straddle the wheel of love
i stand on top of sheets of...
1025 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 12:44pm
11th Jan 2012 12:44pm
stepping stones
stepping stones stepping stones
stepping stones iv'e found
even though i step on them
they don't make any sound
tippy toes i walk across
in my living room
stepping stones now all around
have some more mushrooms
mushrooms coarsing through my vains
painting pictures bright as day
putting stepping stones in my lounge
time for me to play
stepping stones iv'e found
even though i step on them
they don't make any sound
tippy toes i walk across
in my living room
stepping stones now all around
have some more mushrooms
mushrooms coarsing through my vains
painting pictures bright as day
putting stepping stones in my lounge
time for me to play
765 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2012 6:11am
10th Jan 2012 6:11am
left wanting
corrupt heart heavy with loneliness
lips can't move
tongue that cannot declare forgiveness
soul that cannot love
brain develops arythmea
shaking from blows to the head
continious emmotional rejection
miracle im not dead
shadows follow me around
whispers in my ears
holds me,makes no sound
coagulates my fears
eyes swell up
pain turns to tears
no one to wipe my eyes
been so all these years
no one to blame
but myself
no one to shame
but myself
solitude an antidote
but a temporary one...
lips can't move
tongue that cannot declare forgiveness
soul that cannot love
brain develops arythmea
shaking from blows to the head
continious emmotional rejection
miracle im not dead
shadows follow me around
whispers in my ears
holds me,makes no sound
coagulates my fears
eyes swell up
pain turns to tears
no one to wipe my eyes
been so all these years
no one to blame
but myself
no one to shame
but myself
solitude an antidote
but a temporary one...
848 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 3:04pm
9th Jan 2012 3:04pm
tribute to tornado
he sits and ponders
sits and wonders
his mind a bag of tricks
he writes with such grace
sometimes in your face
but always takes you
to a fascinating place
he wraps words round magical emmotions
and places within such charismatic notions
he places you inside
nowhere to hide
undresses you and caresses you
with words he seduces you
he's name is tornado
uses words like playdough
sculpting a picture for you
he takes you away
where you could sit all day
and read what he has to say
tallented...
sits and wonders
his mind a bag of tricks
he writes with such grace
sometimes in your face
but always takes you
to a fascinating place
he wraps words round magical emmotions
and places within such charismatic notions
he places you inside
nowhere to hide
undresses you and caresses you
with words he seduces you
he's name is tornado
uses words like playdough
sculpting a picture for you
he takes you away
where you could sit all day
and read what he has to say
tallented...
588 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 11:01am
9th Jan 2012 11:01am
frankie the postman
in the town that frankie worked
he was very well known
but not for being punctual
or the courtesy he had shown
it was all the women who stayed at home
who waited for their post
when frankie came and rang his bell
the women would start to roast
hoping it was their lucky day
to recieve a letter in the mail
and when frankie stopped at their door
it's that woman he would nail
she would take the letter very gingerly
and drop it on the floor
her cleavage would almost seal the deal
then he'd walk her to the...
he was very well known
but not for being punctual
or the courtesy he had shown
it was all the women who stayed at home
who waited for their post
when frankie came and rang his bell
the women would start to roast
hoping it was their lucky day
to recieve a letter in the mail
and when frankie stopped at their door
it's that woman he would nail
she would take the letter very gingerly
and drop it on the floor
her cleavage would almost seal the deal
then he'd walk her to the...
720 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 9:45am
6th Jan 2012 9:45am
naughty naughty bridesmaid laury
wow a wedding on valentines day
bridesmaid laury, one of four
greeted all the bestmen at the door, exactly four!
bridesmaid laury dressed in blue
dress so low,nipples peeking through
had all the bestmen standing in line
to have a sip of her wedding wine
one by one she sneaked them away
to swallow their donation
before the pastor started to pray
in the coat cupboard she opened her mouth
took a big bite
of the bestman's delight
she sucked and licked
and so good was her dedication
that the men wished they could give...
bridesmaid laury, one of four
greeted all the bestmen at the door, exactly four!
bridesmaid laury dressed in blue
dress so low,nipples peeking through
had all the bestmen standing in line
to have a sip of her wedding wine
one by one she sneaked them away
to swallow their donation
before the pastor started to pray
in the coat cupboard she opened her mouth
took a big bite
of the bestman's delight
she sucked and licked
and so good was her dedication
that the men wished they could give...
969 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 7:10am
6th Jan 2012 7:10am
little johnny
little johnny was very good
every sunday in church he stood
learning about the devil
and all the saints
what a nice picture this paints
but the devil a prowling
and demons a howling
got a hold of little johnny
through friends, taylor and bonny
now taylor and bonny
were not very godly
and decided to befriend little johnny
so at school at the pool
they told little johnny
that they had a game that was cool
on saturday morning
while johnny was yawning
taylor and bonny went shopping
while stoor hopping
they...
every sunday in church he stood
learning about the devil
and all the saints
what a nice picture this paints
but the devil a prowling
and demons a howling
got a hold of little johnny
through friends, taylor and bonny
now taylor and bonny
were not very godly
and decided to befriend little johnny
so at school at the pool
they told little johnny
that they had a game that was cool
on saturday morning
while johnny was yawning
taylor and bonny went shopping
while stoor hopping
they...
858 reads
3 Comments
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