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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2017 11:09am
4th Apr 2017 11:09am
Substandard in the 9th
Choices left alone destroy the playgound bully.
Uncommon sense pays better.
She weaps into cloth stained from hope.
Steel never rusts without the salt from the ocean of nothing natures made
Subsections of the list only make the pencils smooth hands wrinkle.
Grits foe, --- the blue light sends the net until the battery forgets to charge
Touch and feeling have no time for now and instant.
The lost thinker dwells in us all, only to be shadowed by the other thing I cant remember
Minutes of guilt drip like...
Uncommon sense pays better.
She weaps into cloth stained from hope.
Steel never rusts without the salt from the ocean of nothing natures made
Subsections of the list only make the pencils smooth hands wrinkle.
Grits foe, --- the blue light sends the net until the battery forgets to charge
Touch and feeling have no time for now and instant.
The lost thinker dwells in us all, only to be shadowed by the other thing I cant remember
Minutes of guilt drip like...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2017 11:10am
31st Mar 2017 11:10am
Zero points
Translucent can only be seen when the deaf man speaks in color
Mutiny on a ship with no captain
Her fake smile used to be enthusiasm, now wrinkles define the paycheck
Hes there but gone into the chemistry of the Drs best guess, darts stronger than bombs
Brakes break in china to
Life lessons at the carwash : lined up ...and they all think they can control the dirt, lifes the mess the car is fine
Water it down , your gunna run out
Into the void steps go both ways: 4 letters : one word meaning.... 2- lets call it 3, ...
Mutiny on a ship with no captain
Her fake smile used to be enthusiasm, now wrinkles define the paycheck
Hes there but gone into the chemistry of the Drs best guess, darts stronger than bombs
Brakes break in china to
Life lessons at the carwash : lined up ...and they all think they can control the dirt, lifes the mess the car is fine
Water it down , your gunna run out
Into the void steps go both ways: 4 letters : one word meaning.... 2- lets call it 3, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2017 8:24pm
22nd Mar 2017 8:24pm
angels memory
blinders create the path
forgiveness finds its way untethered by common sense
wellbeing goes numb to the touch of commonality
analog beats the drums with handmade sticks grown from soil, maybe a foot down and its all the same, dirt is honest-.. truth at every step
If only I could walk upside-down maybe the grays would turn to blue as the dew seeps into my feet, the gift of grass, those little green dudes are pretty cool
whats on the other side is what matters-
the makers meeting is just a fable
forgiveness finds its way untethered by common sense
wellbeing goes numb to the touch of commonality
analog beats the drums with handmade sticks grown from soil, maybe a foot down and its all the same, dirt is honest-.. truth at every step
If only I could walk upside-down maybe the grays would turn to blue as the dew seeps into my feet, the gift of grass, those little green dudes are pretty cool
whats on the other side is what matters-
the makers meeting is just a fable
491 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 3:06am
27th Feb 2017 3:06am
Logics path
Conventional wisdom bows out.
Set in stone with a toothpick.
She dances with her eyes closed- let the chemical do the work the instructions say.
Dont worry the sign has an arrow - your not so important to the camera in the sky.
This el' do- for now,... maybe.
Was Mayberry fiction-
Loose cannons rage on, I think theres a pill for that.
The reason falls short of the poison- intuition is usually right, not television even though they rhyme.
into the rhyme they go, filling the aluminum chamber called a train...
Set in stone with a toothpick.
She dances with her eyes closed- let the chemical do the work the instructions say.
Dont worry the sign has an arrow - your not so important to the camera in the sky.
This el' do- for now,... maybe.
Was Mayberry fiction-
Loose cannons rage on, I think theres a pill for that.
The reason falls short of the poison- intuition is usually right, not television even though they rhyme.
into the rhyme they go, filling the aluminum chamber called a train...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2017 1:12pm
26th Feb 2017 1:12pm
Problem.
Problem]<
The heartbeat of the machine only races racisms lie.
Gone she goes- the flawless dream casts imbittered guilt made of thought.
Eyes open blacks the view-, silk draped over my shoulder, i didnt pick that color.
floating is peaceful above drowning in emotion.
The idiot sitting next to me cries in laughter because hes not willing to see his own reality, im so jelious.
Freight train from China copies my every thought.
4 walls, 1 ceiling. - the glass floor watches my every move.
30% how the fuck....
The heartbeat of the machine only races racisms lie.
Gone she goes- the flawless dream casts imbittered guilt made of thought.
Eyes open blacks the view-, silk draped over my shoulder, i didnt pick that color.
floating is peaceful above drowning in emotion.
The idiot sitting next to me cries in laughter because hes not willing to see his own reality, im so jelious.
Freight train from China copies my every thought.
4 walls, 1 ceiling. - the glass floor watches my every move.
30% how the fuck....
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2017 2:33am
22nd Feb 2017 2:33am
Placate your-self.
Chances choose paths unknown beneath frosted northern sky.
Howling at the trees that can't hear.
Forgotten memories dance alone.
Frail skin shows its age.
Its time to follow yourself,...not the leader.
Checker box blues- red- red - white -
-cave of comfort or closed eyes- pretty much the same.
spotlight in your eyes feels like sun -
Forgiveness gives not takes. Why is this so hard.
Stop now.
Breathe. Listen.
Everything is beautiful, just concentrate its in front of me myself...
Howling at the trees that can't hear.
Forgotten memories dance alone.
Frail skin shows its age.
Its time to follow yourself,...not the leader.
Checker box blues- red- red - white -
-cave of comfort or closed eyes- pretty much the same.
spotlight in your eyes feels like sun -
Forgiveness gives not takes. Why is this so hard.
Stop now.
Breathe. Listen.
Everything is beautiful, just concentrate its in front of me myself...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2017 4:22am
19th Feb 2017 4:22am
2 doors 1 hinge no lock and a squeak
left right brain door-
Must be that dotted line like the equator.
Do you think they ever talk to each other, have lunch.
We manifest the daily debates with no voice, often heated they dive at each other stuck in the same room day after day- yes and no.
common sensibility in the pool with bad ideas.
2 cats jack n max- stuck within the walls of this house never able to venture beyond the white door.
Left right are mere words to help organize the unorganizable- its tissue, chemicals, blood and the like- not a hard drive- ...
Must be that dotted line like the equator.
Do you think they ever talk to each other, have lunch.
We manifest the daily debates with no voice, often heated they dive at each other stuck in the same room day after day- yes and no.
common sensibility in the pool with bad ideas.
2 cats jack n max- stuck within the walls of this house never able to venture beyond the white door.
Left right are mere words to help organize the unorganizable- its tissue, chemicals, blood and the like- not a hard drive- ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2017 2:14am
9th Feb 2017 2:14am
I never knew her name.
the creatures of habit despise the fog-
nails bite back, fingers weep bright red
Wet winter forest is dead with the sound of bitter air-
Sun chases wind to make the trees cry from above
branches shadows scream like a muted painting
the living & dead sit together on the forest floor, twisted in the organized perfect plan-
death is not certain- its just a word.
Its never dark unless you believe it.
nails bite back, fingers weep bright red
Wet winter forest is dead with the sound of bitter air-
Sun chases wind to make the trees cry from above
branches shadows scream like a muted painting
the living & dead sit together on the forest floor, twisted in the organized perfect plan-
death is not certain- its just a word.
Its never dark unless you believe it.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 11:15am
8th Feb 2017 11:15am
Manias revenge
It wont shut off
Keys broke
stuck on 11
Brite light green , eyes wide shut.
I can feel my hair growing backwards
Why does that black square thing look so inviting dead center deep
Deck of cards built in stone
In gravitys garden i saw a bluebird
Ocean waves only scare the chance it never took
Patterns are the illusions way of calming the contented who wear glass blinders
Complicating the simplistic is the death magnet addicts bordem
Slippery slopes used to be fun - playing...
Keys broke
stuck on 11
Brite light green , eyes wide shut.
I can feel my hair growing backwards
Why does that black square thing look so inviting dead center deep
Deck of cards built in stone
In gravitys garden i saw a bluebird
Ocean waves only scare the chance it never took
Patterns are the illusions way of calming the contented who wear glass blinders
Complicating the simplistic is the death magnet addicts bordem
Slippery slopes used to be fun - playing...
534 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2017 3:44am
5th Feb 2017 3:44am
Ed.
Black and white gray he sits alone on his porch rocking slowy, his gazing seems emply, his eyes tired, dated relics seem current in his view-
Everything the same-yet the depths of his sadness strike the core of his feeble seemingly meaningless existence, weeping as the his chair creaks, a fake smile to a passing neighbor is all he can muster-
Carpets mold stales the air- a tired American flag sits proud on the elm tree by the sidewalk.
A cane well worn sits to the right of his bad knee.
Deep in thought thinking:
All those years following...
Everything the same-yet the depths of his sadness strike the core of his feeble seemingly meaningless existence, weeping as the his chair creaks, a fake smile to a passing neighbor is all he can muster-
Carpets mold stales the air- a tired American flag sits proud on the elm tree by the sidewalk.
A cane well worn sits to the right of his bad knee.
Deep in thought thinking:
All those years following...
550 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2017 2:53am
2nd Feb 2017 2:53am
Row ducks....backwards forth we go-
blue light starts the fire, inside the perfect man made little instrument of evil-
Detriot or Nagasaki = who really won?
Time erases the notion that history seems so important-...to the has been yesterday man writing with his pencil of dust.
It smells like death and mothballs, I never ate one im such a pussy.
I stopped at cloud 3 on my way to 9- /> fears the bitch inside you when doubts relentless will mindfucks you backwards to predigested navy blue complacency.
"Its ok, its ok" the mother screamed frantically after that kid blew...
Detriot or Nagasaki = who really won?
Time erases the notion that history seems so important-...to the has been yesterday man writing with his pencil of dust.
It smells like death and mothballs, I never ate one im such a pussy.
I stopped at cloud 3 on my way to 9- /> fears the bitch inside you when doubts relentless will mindfucks you backwards to predigested navy blue complacency.
"Its ok, its ok" the mother screamed frantically after that kid blew...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2017 11:42am
1st Feb 2017 11:42am
Perceptions Vault
She whispered, "timeless is defined by perception"
Floors creak-walls speak of yesterday- resist the impulse- times beauty is enough to walk barefoot in the dew filled green grass -
Drunkin' apples rot into rebirth- soil is the base of mankind-
Deaths perception is nothing more than the preconceivers manipulation- Pavlovs dog should have pissed on him-
Vanity has no pulse. - does guilty really have pleasure-
Checkered flags mark the winner- trophies gather dust and fade away into meanings opponent...disillusion.
The white...
Floors creak-walls speak of yesterday- resist the impulse- times beauty is enough to walk barefoot in the dew filled green grass -
Drunkin' apples rot into rebirth- soil is the base of mankind-
Deaths perception is nothing more than the preconceivers manipulation- Pavlovs dog should have pissed on him-
Vanity has no pulse. - does guilty really have pleasure-
Checkered flags mark the winner- trophies gather dust and fade away into meanings opponent...disillusion.
The white...
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