Submissions by noonenothingnone (nathan i)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
weird; vicious; gratuitous; surreal; existence; nature; drugs; Ggöd
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 8:23pm
13th Jan 2010 8:23pm
syndrome (masturbation)
.all alone..
..in the dark..
..and she’s grinding herself..
..into the bedpost..
..and she holds a thumb..
..between her lips..
..and all she sees behind eyes..
..which are clenched shut..
..is the headlights..
..of the oncoming shudder..
..about to unload through her..
..and take her spent and tender..
..(and in between)..
..(eager purring sobs)..
..(a tear rolls down)..
..(through the fuck breathing)..
..in the dark..
..and she’s grinding herself..
..into the bedpost..
..and she holds a thumb..
..between her lips..
..and all she sees behind eyes..
..which are clenched shut..
..is the headlights..
..of the oncoming shudder..
..about to unload through her..
..and take her spent and tender..
..(and in between)..
..(eager purring sobs)..
..(a tear rolls down)..
..(through the fuck breathing)..
645 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 8:22pm
13th Jan 2010 8:22pm
animal
there is a dark animal under my skin..
his surface is black..
he likes to breathe smoke and the exhaust of trains..
he sits on his thrown..
a wheelchair..
left broken and in pieces..
trying to figure out how to proceed now in this state..
having failed at destroying the temple..
with a legion of hatred and demons being held back as if with a dam..
he growls at the clocks and the people of light..
he stares at the little girls with an infuriating lust and hunger he can't even stomach..
it makes his lips tremble..
he is a dark animal..
with...
his surface is black..
he likes to breathe smoke and the exhaust of trains..
he sits on his thrown..
a wheelchair..
left broken and in pieces..
trying to figure out how to proceed now in this state..
having failed at destroying the temple..
with a legion of hatred and demons being held back as if with a dam..
he growls at the clocks and the people of light..
he stares at the little girls with an infuriating lust and hunger he can't even stomach..
it makes his lips tremble..
he is a dark animal..
with...
272 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2010 10:13pm
12th Jan 2010 10:13pm
abstraction (inspired by mark ryden paintings)
.an inverted gear-spun carousel anti-gravitating mobile mechanism..
..sloths around and around endlessly..
..on cylinder axis..
..and sings its tuberculosis melody from a dissonant distance..
..in a detached and drunken lullaby..
..to the wasp mollusks. and skull children. and balloon heads atop giraffe necks..
..who ride upon its back..
..them with their rosy bubblegum cheeks filled with nitrous..
..and them with their bead eyes bloodshot and crying..
..scoping the desert landscape beyond the circus..
..and them with their obese little fingers...
..sloths around and around endlessly..
..on cylinder axis..
..and sings its tuberculosis melody from a dissonant distance..
..in a detached and drunken lullaby..
..to the wasp mollusks. and skull children. and balloon heads atop giraffe necks..
..who ride upon its back..
..them with their rosy bubblegum cheeks filled with nitrous..
..and them with their bead eyes bloodshot and crying..
..scoping the desert landscape beyond the circus..
..and them with their obese little fingers...
298 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jan 2010 10:12pm
12th Jan 2010 10:12pm
there is never next time 2 jade
you're a whore..
and you're a shit about it trying to be cute..
i'll break your fucking head till you get it right you stupid fuck..
and you're a shit about it trying to be cute..
i'll break your fucking head till you get it right you stupid fuck..
260 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jan 2010 12:17pm
12th Jan 2010 12:17pm
see you in hell jade
next time i want the blade against both our throats..
(tricky fucking dance to figure around)..
i want us both dead..
(follow my lead)..
(tricky fucking dance to figure around)..
i want us both dead..
(follow my lead)..
262 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jan 2010 12:16pm
12th Jan 2010 12:16pm
victim
why did you do it dad?
how could you touch your own son?
was there more?
in earlier years when you stayed in my bed?
(I can't fucking remember)...
(it's all in pieces)...
(broken up in old nightmares and flashbacks and repressed memories)
and then you made me watch as you touched my brother?
you sick motherfucker
what do you think those night terrors were?
I was reliving your evil
I just couldn't admit to it at the time...
I was so young and frightened of what you'd do
your voice like a thunderous train wreck...
that we all feared.
...
how could you touch your own son?
was there more?
in earlier years when you stayed in my bed?
(I can't fucking remember)...
(it's all in pieces)...
(broken up in old nightmares and flashbacks and repressed memories)
and then you made me watch as you touched my brother?
you sick motherfucker
what do you think those night terrors were?
I was reliving your evil
I just couldn't admit to it at the time...
I was so young and frightened of what you'd do
your voice like a thunderous train wreck...
that we all feared.
...
330 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jan 2010 4:15am
12th Jan 2010 4:15am
skull ii
skull of a machine
left in the embers of reluctance
shell of a saint
overlooked by the divine
ashes of progress
scattered over a landfill
bruises of a war
denting the sides of soldiers
too distraught by lack of influence
to raise their palms to pray even for death
left in the embers of reluctance
shell of a saint
overlooked by the divine
ashes of progress
scattered over a landfill
bruises of a war
denting the sides of soldiers
too distraught by lack of influence
to raise their palms to pray even for death
204 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2010 7:36pm
11th Jan 2010 7:36pm
skull i
skull of a machine
shell of a saint
martyr's don't have to feel the pain of remaining
two birds by one stoned
there's no one to answer the call of the despairing
the willing were taken by excess of necessity
the saints were drowned in the blood of their savior
the martyrs did what they did just to get away
they weren't heros
they just wanted to leave
shell of a saint
martyr's don't have to feel the pain of remaining
two birds by one stoned
there's no one to answer the call of the despairing
the willing were taken by excess of necessity
the saints were drowned in the blood of their savior
the martyrs did what they did just to get away
they weren't heros
they just wanted to leave
228 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2010 4:14am
11th Jan 2010 4:14am
insufficient iv
machined arms bring us to our knees..
we have no choices..
we are broken down..
reluctant..
savages torn between empathy and the divide..
soldier lay down..
it's been a lifetime coming..
there's no way to resolve..
or reimburse..
soldier lay down with the dead machines and the embers..
you have earned your resting place by the right hand of the divine..
we have no choices..
we are broken down..
reluctant..
savages torn between empathy and the divide..
soldier lay down..
it's been a lifetime coming..
there's no way to resolve..
or reimburse..
soldier lay down with the dead machines and the embers..
you have earned your resting place by the right hand of the divine..
247 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2010 8:09pm
10th Jan 2010 8:09pm
insufficient ii
warmth gives way to wound..
gives way to scar..
gives way to need for warmth..
gun handle feels like home..
the barrel aiming us towards the void..
reinvent me there..
my solace is in the warmth of the promise of nothingness..
take me away..
let me dissolve..
gives way to scar..
gives way to need for warmth..
gun handle feels like home..
the barrel aiming us towards the void..
reinvent me there..
my solace is in the warmth of the promise of nothingness..
take me away..
let me dissolve..
244 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2010 11:36pm
9th Jan 2010 11:36pm
by numbers 2 none
7 billion souls accounted
300 billion years worth of being
entity count beyond that of the stars that are or ever were
all heading to the same place
closing in on one
all on the same rhythm
connecting
becoming Ggöd
the sound is so unfamiliar
and its disonnant
300 billion years
until 2 become none
7 billion closing in
with the old ones already in the stars
having gone before
leading the way
waving us towards zion
2 by 2 by 2
with sighs in their hearts
until 1 becomes zero ...
300 billion years worth of being
entity count beyond that of the stars that are or ever were
all heading to the same place
closing in on one
all on the same rhythm
connecting
becoming Ggöd
the sound is so unfamiliar
and its disonnant
300 billion years
until 2 become none
7 billion closing in
with the old ones already in the stars
having gone before
leading the way
waving us towards zion
2 by 2 by 2
with sighs in their hearts
until 1 becomes zero ...
286 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2010 2:37pm
9th Jan 2010 2:37pm
(s)tain (t)orn (d)evil
.contamination..
..pouring out of her..
..every corner..
..she was disease..
..take those words back..
..to the whore..
..to worship her again..
..if given another chance to..
..i did not hesitate..
..to absorb every pore..
..to draw back..
..from the well..
..the backwash..
..of someone else..
..absorb her in one more dose..
..praying the poison won.t take over..
..or absorb another blast from the barrel..
..to see if i could again withstand..
..pouring out of her..
..every corner..
..she was disease..
..take those words back..
..to the whore..
..to worship her again..
..if given another chance to..
..i did not hesitate..
..to absorb every pore..
..to draw back..
..from the well..
..the backwash..
..of someone else..
..absorb her in one more dose..
..praying the poison won.t take over..
..or absorb another blast from the barrel..
..to see if i could again withstand..
220 reads
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