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
29th Sep 2017 8:14am
29th Sep 2017 8:14am
IF. by choice..
Commonality paints the poison.
Vanilla walls marry the cardboard floor
Systems rule by embedded illusions, generations float by without even a ripple.
Depth is never greater than the 1st page, glossed over smooth as a perfect lie.
Analog beat touches my soul, dial in.
"It's ok not to be ok" says the 44th dart thrown at wasted degrees of the well intentioned.
Fear is only one of the three idiot's that laugh at your dreams, Worry & Doubt are sitting behind your ears lying to you.
Tangible by thought.
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Vanilla walls marry the cardboard floor
Systems rule by embedded illusions, generations float by without even a ripple.
Depth is never greater than the 1st page, glossed over smooth as a perfect lie.
Analog beat touches my soul, dial in.
"It's ok not to be ok" says the 44th dart thrown at wasted degrees of the well intentioned.
Fear is only one of the three idiot's that laugh at your dreams, Worry & Doubt are sitting behind your ears lying to you.
Tangible by thought.
...
#PopCulture
519 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2017 12:31pm
27th Sep 2017 12:31pm
TIGHTWIRE
Pixie dust cascades from the left. Gloss black turns south.
A tree asks me for a water.
Defiance shouts little black lines on a blank canvas- silence grows a horn.
Crayons drip into a pool of broken faces, fire breathes snow.
Cadence with no runner.
Homeless stuck behind the steel grate
Stagnated anger wills a new breed.
Flower in the gun barrel, hate scared of its other shadow.
Hand full of tears, broken but alive.
Pain with no bruise or blood.
The genius becomes the idiot, and the...
A tree asks me for a water.
Defiance shouts little black lines on a blank canvas- silence grows a horn.
Crayons drip into a pool of broken faces, fire breathes snow.
Cadence with no runner.
Homeless stuck behind the steel grate
Stagnated anger wills a new breed.
Flower in the gun barrel, hate scared of its other shadow.
Hand full of tears, broken but alive.
Pain with no bruise or blood.
The genius becomes the idiot, and the...
#PopCulture
542 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Jul 2017 3:12am
25th Jul 2017 3:12am
2 inch cliff.
A school of floaters swim by
Random strokes wind up until down.
Dry pain burns the pupils with no classroom.
flames howl every fault.
No tears- a desert in my eyes, grit feels alive.
Un-common are the regulars up here inside the whites , lids as heavy as a prison gate
Cast off.
Random strokes wind up until down.
Dry pain burns the pupils with no classroom.
flames howl every fault.
No tears- a desert in my eyes, grit feels alive.
Un-common are the regulars up here inside the whites , lids as heavy as a prison gate
Cast off.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 3:24pm
27th Jun 2017 3:24pm
Witness
2 bit chump takes a swing
4th ward out of order
Masts rock / sail rope whistles
Cabanna door bows in the wind
Sea surge steals another home
Fate is the lie- ink spills truth
Lungs gasp the oceans breadth
God takes a dog for a walk
Possessions and static are the same
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4th ward out of order
Masts rock / sail rope whistles
Cabanna door bows in the wind
Sea surge steals another home
Fate is the lie- ink spills truth
Lungs gasp the oceans breadth
God takes a dog for a walk
Possessions and static are the same
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486 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2017 11:54am
20th Jun 2017 11:54am
Florescent Sun
3D cardbord greeting cards come alive at CVS ...2am:
Its the Mardi Graw of pleasantries on the concrete carpet
Birthdays, deaths, graduations, get well, mother's day, fathers day ÷÷ all jump off their red formica condos to dance under the florescent sun
Singing cards rock the room , money envelopes and flower cards open all the bady power and play football
Rejoice the simple.
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Go ahead, dance with your mind, sometimes its all we have left standing on the cliff of immaterial vanity and the...
Its the Mardi Graw of pleasantries on the concrete carpet
Birthdays, deaths, graduations, get well, mother's day, fathers day ÷÷ all jump off their red formica condos to dance under the florescent sun
Singing cards rock the room , money envelopes and flower cards open all the bady power and play football
Rejoice the simple.
__________________________
Go ahead, dance with your mind, sometimes its all we have left standing on the cliff of immaterial vanity and the...
456 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2017 10:20pm
16th Jun 2017 10:20pm
New Bedford
Cheap thrills me.
Dogs wag pure analog joy.
Through the sinks drain under water the room seems desperate for air.
Stillness speaks into a blurred iris, translucent.
I know your their dad....
Its ok.
An asian angel wishes me peace, so i take it.
Dim walls - florescent hum- a window fans lame attempt to muffle death in the air.
Your home now.
Dogs wag pure analog joy.
Through the sinks drain under water the room seems desperate for air.
Stillness speaks into a blurred iris, translucent.
I know your their dad....
Its ok.
An asian angel wishes me peace, so i take it.
Dim walls - florescent hum- a window fans lame attempt to muffle death in the air.
Your home now.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2017 3:20am
15th Jun 2017 3:20am
Take the chance
Off the rails and into the weeds
-orange red hot iron slaps the virgin mother nature once again
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The resistence of simplicity far exceeds the lure of the devil fishing on the shores of mental anguish
Line fills the air like a cowboys nuse- cast into the abis of judgement.
Take the chance.
-orange red hot iron slaps the virgin mother nature once again
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The resistence of simplicity far exceeds the lure of the devil fishing on the shores of mental anguish
Line fills the air like a cowboys nuse- cast into the abis of judgement.
Take the chance.
554 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2017 2:13am
13th Jun 2017 2:13am
Italic shadows bold.
Theres a disco in my head.
My heart is going a mile a minute my shaking hands dont feel right
I close my eyes and all i see are flashes of red,orange and white.....
shadows of italic bold leaning to the right
a bouquet of stainless steel flowers, a
cigarette lighter cattleprodded into my palm.
kinds feels good.
C..ept for the pain, seems the nerves work, pathways open
X marks the check. Those boxes always made me feel bad if i went outside the lines.
Poor little kid's brainwashed so...
My heart is going a mile a minute my shaking hands dont feel right
I close my eyes and all i see are flashes of red,orange and white.....
shadows of italic bold leaning to the right
a bouquet of stainless steel flowers, a
cigarette lighter cattleprodded into my palm.
kinds feels good.
C..ept for the pain, seems the nerves work, pathways open
X marks the check. Those boxes always made me feel bad if i went outside the lines.
Poor little kid's brainwashed so...
476 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2017 11:10am
8th Jun 2017 11:10am
Devoids repeat.
She sees only what the bubble has taped to the false wall
Mafia wife with no crime.
Trapped yet free rolling between the lines until the due date expires.
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Birds sing in the rain unaffected by natures gloom.
Pseudo intelligence rules each day.
Recycle the cycle- dont touch that.
I thought the penguins trip was funny, nobody laughed- maybe he shoulda gone to Boca.
stupid sun drunk penquin.
Blind positive breeds a new punching bag.
...
Mafia wife with no crime.
Trapped yet free rolling between the lines until the due date expires.
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Birds sing in the rain unaffected by natures gloom.
Pseudo intelligence rules each day.
Recycle the cycle- dont touch that.
I thought the penguins trip was funny, nobody laughed- maybe he shoulda gone to Boca.
stupid sun drunk penquin.
Blind positive breeds a new punching bag.
...
482 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2017 3:13am
6th Jun 2017 3:13am
Saturation point.
Just another drip, it cant hurt.
Tickertape sticks to my tongue like Florida snow.
White lace in a summer nights breeze
She talks in circles while twirling her hair.
I cant remember a word.
Release me I beg.
Misguided energy takes a prisoner.
8 hours and 3 moods later I cant remember what i thought made the (perfect) remedy.
Soft.
High above I can see everything, if I share I'm wrong, if I don't im wrong- choose wrong.
Music is color- tempo in the chamber.
Color become the words...
Tickertape sticks to my tongue like Florida snow.
White lace in a summer nights breeze
She talks in circles while twirling her hair.
I cant remember a word.
Release me I beg.
Misguided energy takes a prisoner.
8 hours and 3 moods later I cant remember what i thought made the (perfect) remedy.
Soft.
High above I can see everything, if I share I'm wrong, if I don't im wrong- choose wrong.
Music is color- tempo in the chamber.
Color become the words...
440 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2017 10:53am
5th Jun 2017 10:53am
Typo
Orange tears drip off the wall of shame.
3D black and white silk, rotating in a phonebooth shes captivating.
Chimney filled with white soot.
Headrush to hell.
From the right angle, the fountain looks like a translucent spider.
Moist dirt grinds my back, the dogs itch.
Plasticcard bent in half chatters away.. preaching " good will overcome- trust in that"
Calaised hands cant feel the dark.
Lincoln's and Washington's ..more than loose change
3D black and white silk, rotating in a phonebooth shes captivating.
Chimney filled with white soot.
Headrush to hell.
From the right angle, the fountain looks like a translucent spider.
Moist dirt grinds my back, the dogs itch.
Plasticcard bent in half chatters away.. preaching " good will overcome- trust in that"
Calaised hands cant feel the dark.
Lincoln's and Washington's ..more than loose change
429 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2017 8:58am
4th Jun 2017 8:58am
Gather up your ...
Clock ticks heart beats.
drums cant agree- poison the maker.
17 black ghosts sing , all i hear is the safety cap on the burnt orange bottle calling my name.....In an octive i heard 2 tuesdays ago.
Stale beat in the elevator sets the tone every morning 904am -
Brown bag lunch- safe n sound - empty desks and nobody seems to notice.
Christmas present briefcase, do the right thing- it says so in the magazine. The soda jerk was a genius.
My blue puma just stepped on the brass lock.
Toes bend the metal - honest...
drums cant agree- poison the maker.
17 black ghosts sing , all i hear is the safety cap on the burnt orange bottle calling my name.....In an octive i heard 2 tuesdays ago.
Stale beat in the elevator sets the tone every morning 904am -
Brown bag lunch- safe n sound - empty desks and nobody seems to notice.
Christmas present briefcase, do the right thing- it says so in the magazine. The soda jerk was a genius.
My blue puma just stepped on the brass lock.
Toes bend the metal - honest...
435 reads
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