Submissions by nevskipazza (nevski pazza)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2012 7:24pm
18th Jan 2012 7:24pm
I like what they say
Sudden Stop.
Drinking helps
sobriety helps, (They say)
I say too.
But what do I know, I refer you
to the drinking helps statment
Sudden Stop.
Thinking helps
playing helps, (They say)
I say too.
I'll play a thinking game
HA! Fuck you poem, chess wins
Sudden Stop.
Talking helps
singing helps, (They[and my neighbors at the moment]say)
I say too.
I join them in an opera
a bad opera, and not for long.
Sudden Stop.
Exercise helps
eating helps, (some say)
I say too.
Take...
Drinking helps
sobriety helps, (They say)
I say too.
But what do I know, I refer you
to the drinking helps statment
Sudden Stop.
Thinking helps
playing helps, (They say)
I say too.
I'll play a thinking game
HA! Fuck you poem, chess wins
Sudden Stop.
Talking helps
singing helps, (They[and my neighbors at the moment]say)
I say too.
I join them in an opera
a bad opera, and not for long.
Sudden Stop.
Exercise helps
eating helps, (some say)
I say too.
Take...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 11:47pm
16th Jan 2012 11:47pm
Lion ( for Leo)
I would have you
look at him now, my friends
I would have you see him
as I see him
how I'll always see him
others will differ
and they have that right
this man had many sides
But I would have you see him
in his place of true belonging.
There's a big rig
there's sweaty people
there's bass soo deep
it could kill bowel cancer.
And there he is
any closer to the bass bin
he'd be in the bass bin
Gripping his best friend in the world
(was a stranger 2 seconds ago, and
a knowing nodding stranger in 8)
But now...
look at him now, my friends
I would have you see him
as I see him
how I'll always see him
others will differ
and they have that right
this man had many sides
But I would have you see him
in his place of true belonging.
There's a big rig
there's sweaty people
there's bass soo deep
it could kill bowel cancer.
And there he is
any closer to the bass bin
he'd be in the bass bin
Gripping his best friend in the world
(was a stranger 2 seconds ago, and
a knowing nodding stranger in 8)
But now...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 10:16pm
16th Jan 2012 10:16pm
Miki Endo
Whenever I doubt the future
of humanity
I think of Miki Endo
Whenever I doubt my
right to life
I think of Miki Endo
Whenever I doubt the
magnificence of
normal people like us
I think of Miki Endo
I wish I was Woody Guthrie
he'd know what to write
he'd make her soul fly
" like a prancin' dancin' stallion "
All I can do
is shout
and hope you'll listen
remember and learn,
Learn her story.
Miki Endo
Miki Endo
Hero and saviour of
nearly seven thousand
souls
She...
of humanity
I think of Miki Endo
Whenever I doubt my
right to life
I think of Miki Endo
Whenever I doubt the
magnificence of
normal people like us
I think of Miki Endo
I wish I was Woody Guthrie
he'd know what to write
he'd make her soul fly
" like a prancin' dancin' stallion "
All I can do
is shout
and hope you'll listen
remember and learn,
Learn her story.
Miki Endo
Miki Endo
Hero and saviour of
nearly seven thousand
souls
She...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 8:46pm
15th Jan 2012 8:46pm
just another day
On Days like these
I wake up sour
plumber's in, so
can't have a shower.
Fuck rhymes on
Days like these
and why shower when
you can't scrub your brain
on Days like these
I gotta keep it together
just keep it together
keep it together
K.I.T
call it what you like
it's all I can think of on
Days like these I
sit outside the caff, it's
freezing but at least
I can smoke as I try
and blend in with
the norms, on Days
like these I watch them
keeping it together
seems so simple when
they do it,...
I wake up sour
plumber's in, so
can't have a shower.
Fuck rhymes on
Days like these
and why shower when
you can't scrub your brain
on Days like these
I gotta keep it together
just keep it together
keep it together
K.I.T
call it what you like
it's all I can think of on
Days like these I
sit outside the caff, it's
freezing but at least
I can smoke as I try
and blend in with
the norms, on Days
like these I watch them
keeping it together
seems so simple when
they do it,...
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2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2012 7:01pm
15th Jan 2012 7:01pm
Soul searcher no more
I've tried to find religion
god knows I have (ha)
I've looked everywhere
all the usual places
behind the sofa
under the fridge
But seriously,
I have.
And all I've found
for all this
searching for a soul
is a reluctant
atheist
with a regular heart
and irregular beat.
god knows I have (ha)
I've looked everywhere
all the usual places
behind the sofa
under the fridge
But seriously,
I have.
And all I've found
for all this
searching for a soul
is a reluctant
atheist
with a regular heart
and irregular beat.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 1:29pm
14th Jan 2012 1:29pm
Hypocrite
I got a problem with this guy
he can rant and rave
like a crackhead caught
shoplifting
about capitalist this, and
society that.
Last time I saw him
he was watching formula1
on a big screen tv.
I got a problem with this guy.
he can rant and rave
like a crackhead caught
shoplifting
about capitalist this, and
society that.
Last time I saw him
he was watching formula1
on a big screen tv.
I got a problem with this guy.
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3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 10:12am
14th Jan 2012 10:12am
Scum Riot
Gonna get me a plasma T.V
see myself on Sky news
don't need no money
aint gonna be no queues.
It's a scum riot
we'll be here for hours
you can't stop this
fuckin streets are ours.
I'm rebelling against nuffin
'cos I've got nuffin to do
I'm not protesting, and
I'm not takin any shit from
you.
I'm here 'cos I need a release
I'm here 'cos I'm part of a desease
I'm here 'cos I want what you've got
and I'm gonna take it
like it or not.
I'm masked up, I'm clued up
you get me?
Not like these fools...
see myself on Sky news
don't need no money
aint gonna be no queues.
It's a scum riot
we'll be here for hours
you can't stop this
fuckin streets are ours.
I'm rebelling against nuffin
'cos I've got nuffin to do
I'm not protesting, and
I'm not takin any shit from
you.
I'm here 'cos I need a release
I'm here 'cos I'm part of a desease
I'm here 'cos I want what you've got
and I'm gonna take it
like it or not.
I'm masked up, I'm clued up
you get me?
Not like these fools...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 00:51am
14th Jan 2012 00:51am
Freddys Time (17:24)
Freddy was thrown to the lions.
Well, not really.
What actually happend was,
Freddy the teddy (real name, real ted)
was thrown
by his little owner (name not rememberd)
on to the train lines.
Nothing could be done,
teddys time was up.
There was no stoping
the 17:24 to Stansted airport.
It would not be stoped for a teddy.
(What kinda world do I live in?)
The boy was upset.
I was wierdly relieved.
(Did not want to be witness to
a little serial killers first truely
happy day.)
In 5 minutes,the train of teddy doom...
Well, not really.
What actually happend was,
Freddy the teddy (real name, real ted)
was thrown
by his little owner (name not rememberd)
on to the train lines.
Nothing could be done,
teddys time was up.
There was no stoping
the 17:24 to Stansted airport.
It would not be stoped for a teddy.
(What kinda world do I live in?)
The boy was upset.
I was wierdly relieved.
(Did not want to be witness to
a little serial killers first truely
happy day.)
In 5 minutes,the train of teddy doom...
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 00:12am
14th Jan 2012 00:12am
Chester Train Station
I once tripped up a blind man.
One , two, three, down he went.
He was angry,
I was asleep,
well, I was 'till he
tripped over my legs.
now,
you tell me,
who should feel more agrieved?
One , two, three, down he went.
He was angry,
I was asleep,
well, I was 'till he
tripped over my legs.
now,
you tell me,
who should feel more agrieved?
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 10:30am
13th Jan 2012 10:30am
Three Little Words
Take my hand
Just three words
Fingers palms touch
Nerves shoot electric
Lies to brain
Just three words
Fingers palms touch
Nerves shoot electric
Lies to brain
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 10:18am
13th Jan 2012 10:18am
Journey home
I sit in the dark
so no-one can see
my uglyness.
I'm too early for work
I'm too nice for this job
I'm too disinterested in job politics
I'm too snotty before, and after work
I'm too nervous and self consious
Some people just wanna see the
world burn
I'm one of this happy breed (ha!)
fuck them, fuck the world and fuck you.
I think I should calm down a bit,
I let the train sway me in a jolly manner,
that runny nose is getting to me.
It's the possibility of sex that keeps me alive
probably the only thing that keeps...
so no-one can see
my uglyness.
I'm too early for work
I'm too nice for this job
I'm too disinterested in job politics
I'm too snotty before, and after work
I'm too nervous and self consious
Some people just wanna see the
world burn
I'm one of this happy breed (ha!)
fuck them, fuck the world and fuck you.
I think I should calm down a bit,
I let the train sway me in a jolly manner,
that runny nose is getting to me.
It's the possibility of sex that keeps me alive
probably the only thing that keeps...
710 reads
4 Comments
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