Submissions by nottoday
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Its just dictation from the graffiti inside the outside walls of my head that changes like the weather- lost socks with a keyboard.
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2018 1:38am
25th Oct 2018 1:38am
5 blinks
this just needs a governor, an autobrake or a mountain of down goose pillows.
_________
my eyelids are leaking again
I was able to mop these up....
1. a beautiful Indian woman walking in a black silk dress, her lines rivet my eyes, a blood red shawl covers her stare, she owns the sidewalk with each step.
-blink-
2. angular block drawing brown like I've never seen, shadows make the color an emotion that bleeds in tears / window well in Manhattan east side rusted into sadness - beauty in the texture of light.
-blink-
...
_________
my eyelids are leaking again
I was able to mop these up....
1. a beautiful Indian woman walking in a black silk dress, her lines rivet my eyes, a blood red shawl covers her stare, she owns the sidewalk with each step.
-blink-
2. angular block drawing brown like I've never seen, shadows make the color an emotion that bleeds in tears / window well in Manhattan east side rusted into sadness - beauty in the texture of light.
-blink-
...
#inspirational
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2018 1:14am
25th Oct 2018 1:14am
37 words land on one.
Anything in motion.
Anything.
Now all 10 of your fingers are spray cans of unlimited brilliant colors-
effortless brilliance.
spray towards the motion ...
everything you touch gifts you the feeling of harmony,
Your addicted.
_____________
Regret.
Pain.
repeat.
Anything.
Now all 10 of your fingers are spray cans of unlimited brilliant colors-
effortless brilliance.
spray towards the motion ...
everything you touch gifts you the feeling of harmony,
Your addicted.
_____________
Regret.
Pain.
repeat.
#addiction
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2018 9:26pm
19th Oct 2018 9:26pm
note to the reader
the rusted bolts that hold the door to my soul have decayed beyond repair.
Tiny sharks the size of goldfish are pouring out into my thoughts, writing and sometimes mix into my spoken words.
each one an individual on it's own floundering about gasping for attention, patience and empathy.
medicine is the band aid, ...the cheap scotch tape with no grip.
but I truly think that you (the reader) may be the only ones on earth that truly understand this....... beyond the wrapper of the band aid.
Tiny sharks the size of goldfish are pouring out into my thoughts, writing and sometimes mix into my spoken words.
each one an individual on it's own floundering about gasping for attention, patience and empathy.
medicine is the band aid, ...the cheap scotch tape with no grip.
but I truly think that you (the reader) may be the only ones on earth that truly understand this....... beyond the wrapper of the band aid.
#bipolar
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2018 11:41pm
17th Oct 2018 11:41pm
Hoover DAM!!
EIGHT...sideways.
represents blood, tissues and all of the parts that make your "self"
"me" and "I" are at church.
call it an endless highway
-night
-black hard cold
-stale
drive fast, chase on.
rain/sleet pelts your windshield, you sweat cold into the folds of your skin, metallic taste turns dry.
habanero pepper dust main lines your eyes.
ruthless goosebumps steelwool skin.
instant becomes undigestable.
random lighting peaks like a nuclear bomb.
...
represents blood, tissues and all of the parts that make your "self"
"me" and "I" are at church.
call it an endless highway
-night
-black hard cold
-stale
drive fast, chase on.
rain/sleet pelts your windshield, you sweat cold into the folds of your skin, metallic taste turns dry.
habanero pepper dust main lines your eyes.
ruthless goosebumps steelwool skin.
instant becomes undigestable.
random lighting peaks like a nuclear bomb.
...
#bipolar
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 8:18pm
16th Oct 2018 8:18pm
word painting.
My complacency churns idle while I row to the shore....the only wake I leave is forgotten by morning"
#gratitude
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2017 8:41am
17th Nov 2017 8:41am
The battle of fog & clarity
Clarity blinks into the fog like a musket flash.
Cool wet air… salt fills my lungs.
Mania arrives like bullets buzzing my earlobe
Long hallways of pure white… echos beating down like shards of broken glass.
Swimming up toward deep Bahama blue, I whisper into deaf ears.
"Patience" says Neal , rest.
Pointing green clad arm direct me. I turn south.
The attic is empty, only dust remains.
We own nothing but...
Cool wet air… salt fills my lungs.
Mania arrives like bullets buzzing my earlobe
Long hallways of pure white… echos beating down like shards of broken glass.
Swimming up toward deep Bahama blue, I whisper into deaf ears.
"Patience" says Neal , rest.
Pointing green clad arm direct me. I turn south.
The attic is empty, only dust remains.
We own nothing but...
#confusion
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2017 5:15pm
13th Nov 2017 5:15pm
Incomplete
Letters seep from Prose filled garbage cans littering the sidewalk of my memories lane.
Long walks along the corridors of doubt only show the reflection of hope, imbitternent and ego wading knee high in yesterday's sun.
Long walks along the corridors of doubt only show the reflection of hope, imbitternent and ego wading knee high in yesterday's sun.
#hope
#prose
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Nov 2017 7:38am
8th Nov 2017 7:38am
I just found these.
Wake up:
-found these inside the outside walls of my brain just now , a few ba-zillion little hooligan cells must have gotten toasted and gratiffi-izied me.
But " it's ok I have a plan.
In the morning when I awake from this blissful night of slumber I will Powerwash them all away with my special hardcore cleaning agents:
mix together a prozac, some depacokte, and a methohydrate should do it:
Look at this mess, since I have no talent as an artist, I can only use these words as my brush, im deeply sorry.
Preface:
...
-found these inside the outside walls of my brain just now , a few ba-zillion little hooligan cells must have gotten toasted and gratiffi-izied me.
But " it's ok I have a plan.
In the morning when I awake from this blissful night of slumber I will Powerwash them all away with my special hardcore cleaning agents:
mix together a prozac, some depacokte, and a methohydrate should do it:
Look at this mess, since I have no talent as an artist, I can only use these words as my brush, im deeply sorry.
Preface:
...
#fiction
#ShortStory
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 11:54pm
6th Nov 2017 11:54pm
Slave to the template
Slave to the template meets the widow.
Leaded glass blurs the line
Headlight gloss from rain is seductive
Dust clogs my pencil, words on pulp rot my eyes.
Reading backwards never shows an ink blot.
Formica decks and idiot's with a typewriter discuss my future. I always liked those little chairs, the chrome matched her gaze.
Degrees based on untruths can only see what they read, elephants on the treadmill reading Frost.
The turtle wears a tie, it's his 1st day
Trees scream at the sky ,mother's listening. ...
Leaded glass blurs the line
Headlight gloss from rain is seductive
Dust clogs my pencil, words on pulp rot my eyes.
Reading backwards never shows an ink blot.
Formica decks and idiot's with a typewriter discuss my future. I always liked those little chairs, the chrome matched her gaze.
Degrees based on untruths can only see what they read, elephants on the treadmill reading Frost.
The turtle wears a tie, it's his 1st day
Trees scream at the sky ,mother's listening. ...
#PopCulture
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2017 12:33pm
1st Nov 2017 12:33pm
Xanax.
Broken arrows sit wondering what just happened
One becomes 2 in the blink of natures eye.
Seething revenge buys flowers.
Molecules and lies are in the air
RAGE: The devils twin.
fear worry and doubt are the real enemy.....patience, love and mindfulness are the real captains of your soul.
"Its not what you can do ........."
He didn't deserve a bullet in the head.
The black cat grounds a manic beast with a purr.
Ten seconds eyes closed, hang on lemmy see whats going on in behind those two lids:
...
One becomes 2 in the blink of natures eye.
Seething revenge buys flowers.
Molecules and lies are in the air
RAGE: The devils twin.
fear worry and doubt are the real enemy.....patience, love and mindfulness are the real captains of your soul.
"Its not what you can do ........."
He didn't deserve a bullet in the head.
The black cat grounds a manic beast with a purr.
Ten seconds eyes closed, hang on lemmy see whats going on in behind those two lids:
...
#addiction
604 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2017 10:20pm
8th Oct 2017 10:20pm
Stop.
Start.
Reverse sideways upstairs to the locked door.
Solid oak, pale brass lock, peeling paint shakes of the loose banister.
She never stopped.
Silence breaks it stale forgotten.
Black lines dance to the manic beat.
The house of flies pause.
Harmony is infinite, only layers know
Each its own. Define or compress. Regress or foil.
Defence in knowledge.
The dog smiles, a nun wraps. Lies are the only truth
Instant judge goes to the drive thru.
In the corner its calm,...
Reverse sideways upstairs to the locked door.
Solid oak, pale brass lock, peeling paint shakes of the loose banister.
She never stopped.
Silence breaks it stale forgotten.
Black lines dance to the manic beat.
The house of flies pause.
Harmony is infinite, only layers know
Each its own. Define or compress. Regress or foil.
Defence in knowledge.
The dog smiles, a nun wraps. Lies are the only truth
Instant judge goes to the drive thru.
In the corner its calm,...
#grief
#dark
#death #ghosts
#death #ghosts
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