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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 00:13am
30th Jun 2016 00:13am
my personal opera
Look at them.
They disgust me.
Verbal war in a foreign land yet they believe its ok...maybe even normal,
battering at one another over coins...simplistic munity for 2 served up for an audience who cant see the stage..... just the blinding lights that hurt all of my senses one by one.
Im front row center.
I decide to embrace and even celebrate.
Look past the blinding lights to the void.
Go inside,....step in..... its loud - breathe in , sensorys open, embrace..
then it happens
pitch & growls ...the highs, ...
They disgust me.
Verbal war in a foreign land yet they believe its ok...maybe even normal,
battering at one another over coins...simplistic munity for 2 served up for an audience who cant see the stage..... just the blinding lights that hurt all of my senses one by one.
Im front row center.
I decide to embrace and even celebrate.
Look past the blinding lights to the void.
Go inside,....step in..... its loud - breathe in , sensorys open, embrace..
then it happens
pitch & growls ...the highs, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2016 3:06am
27th Jun 2016 3:06am
granted for take.
2 feet hit the floor
2 eyes open
from flat to upright I go
the minds list controls my body
satisfaction seeking with no praise forgets what we take daily..chance become rare almost unknown.
self pity and ego share the room but never talk.
clean, rinse.... repent. you've sinned again.
the image in the mirror reflects the granted wishes you take daily but never find the carefree child within
play, hyper focus.
tangible, feel it. hold and stare.
stories with no book. no glare. no pain. imagine
we...
2 eyes open
from flat to upright I go
the minds list controls my body
satisfaction seeking with no praise forgets what we take daily..chance become rare almost unknown.
self pity and ego share the room but never talk.
clean, rinse.... repent. you've sinned again.
the image in the mirror reflects the granted wishes you take daily but never find the carefree child within
play, hyper focus.
tangible, feel it. hold and stare.
stories with no book. no glare. no pain. imagine
we...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2016 11:17pm
26th Jun 2016 11:17pm
What if.
nothing is by accident.
bullshit. Yes it is.
If only .....blah blah
god will watch over you.....blah blah
words with no meaning sent out like fireworks in the sky, a stick with gunpowder.
false flashs for the instant wow.
Presidential lies, hugging the idiotic masses.
False comfort in a word.
What if we just told the truth. not a question.
Inside out never looking down kneeling for the make believe.
The...
bullshit. Yes it is.
If only .....blah blah
god will watch over you.....blah blah
words with no meaning sent out like fireworks in the sky, a stick with gunpowder.
false flashs for the instant wow.
Presidential lies, hugging the idiotic masses.
False comfort in a word.
What if we just told the truth. not a question.
Inside out never looking down kneeling for the make believe.
The...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2016 5:35am
25th Jun 2016 5:35am
Control / Alt / de-humanize
Uncomfortable
We are taught A goes to B and B to C
Upside-down dont look back you could fall.
Why not fall?
Or better
Why not fail?
Who cares?
Look around.
Ray had it right, but maybe to right
The system runs the business, the people run the system, Ray is really more like Hitler in a hamburger bun
Hahaha, made you think right?
Look around.again....
Systems run everything, people have become
caretakers and mechanics of the system.
I always wonder as i pay my 2 bucks why...
We are taught A goes to B and B to C
Upside-down dont look back you could fall.
Why not fall?
Or better
Why not fail?
Who cares?
Look around.
Ray had it right, but maybe to right
The system runs the business, the people run the system, Ray is really more like Hitler in a hamburger bun
Hahaha, made you think right?
Look around.again....
Systems run everything, people have become
caretakers and mechanics of the system.
I always wonder as i pay my 2 bucks why...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2016 5:22am
25th Jun 2016 5:22am
Note to self.
Breathe in peace.
Gasp.
Exhale the neutral, stagnant fowl ills tangled.
B gone.
Choose now.
The moment contains the box filled with the
cats purr, gods dog and the keys to ...........turn the key off, slow down.
Gravel turns to stone.
Air to dust.
Deep thought shattered ======
The iris grows to wide.
Sun were do I go, this hurts.
Go right, the clocks shadows reversed the day into something ive seen before i remembered the time i forgot.
Drunk idiot falls backwards laughing, mind...
Gasp.
Exhale the neutral, stagnant fowl ills tangled.
B gone.
Choose now.
The moment contains the box filled with the
cats purr, gods dog and the keys to ...........turn the key off, slow down.
Gravel turns to stone.
Air to dust.
Deep thought shattered ======
The iris grows to wide.
Sun were do I go, this hurts.
Go right, the clocks shadows reversed the day into something ive seen before i remembered the time i forgot.
Drunk idiot falls backwards laughing, mind...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2016 7:42am
21st Jun 2016 7:42am
lead pipe.
Hahahahahaha
Tricked you.
A poam about a lead pipe
How bout some flu-z's
U rascal.
Change the narrative
The poison sits patiently.
Whats your poison?
Fear? Comfort? Change?
Maybe its yourself.
Its really quite simple...
Wake up, be honest, try to be better than yesterdays flaws, repeat.
Railroad tracks dont need rubber.
slip off the rails, its ok.
No its not, the talking box says uniting with the plug on the wall.
Were the...
Tricked you.
A poam about a lead pipe
How bout some flu-z's
U rascal.
Change the narrative
The poison sits patiently.
Whats your poison?
Fear? Comfort? Change?
Maybe its yourself.
Its really quite simple...
Wake up, be honest, try to be better than yesterdays flaws, repeat.
Railroad tracks dont need rubber.
slip off the rails, its ok.
No its not, the talking box says uniting with the plug on the wall.
Were the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 1:37am
20th Jun 2016 1:37am
The almighty goosebump.
Were do goosebumbs come from?
How does the brain bypass thought processes with no reasoning?
Hairs stand tall on my arms, pulse turns upward, i start to itch, within a millisecond
Was it her smile?
The Cellos weep?
Goosebumps dont care if its Lemmy from motorheads rasp crankin through 10 marshall stacks or some kid on utube playing piano with a million hits
We all know genious when we see it
One of lifes greatest drug free treats all around us everyday, what an honor to witness
Maybe awe is the trigger of the...
How does the brain bypass thought processes with no reasoning?
Hairs stand tall on my arms, pulse turns upward, i start to itch, within a millisecond
Was it her smile?
The Cellos weep?
Goosebumps dont care if its Lemmy from motorheads rasp crankin through 10 marshall stacks or some kid on utube playing piano with a million hits
We all know genious when we see it
One of lifes greatest drug free treats all around us everyday, what an honor to witness
Maybe awe is the trigger of the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2016 00:56am
20th Jun 2016 00:56am
trudy
________________________
My legs are cold.
My body is hot from the dry air blowing on me
Its 4:42am ....my window is sweating, im wet..
Late again... i think to myself as i hear trudy's 9 plus keys up against the cold glass door, she rushs in from the cold, fresh coffee starts to fill the air
I wish i could tell her how beautiful she is.
Her color dyed black hair with purple stains , nose earing and tattoos of red roses just mask the pain she feels inside,
I watch her day after day, its not that she doesn't have talent, her voice...
My legs are cold.
My body is hot from the dry air blowing on me
Its 4:42am ....my window is sweating, im wet..
Late again... i think to myself as i hear trudy's 9 plus keys up against the cold glass door, she rushs in from the cold, fresh coffee starts to fill the air
I wish i could tell her how beautiful she is.
Her color dyed black hair with purple stains , nose earing and tattoos of red roses just mask the pain she feels inside,
I watch her day after day, its not that she doesn't have talent, her voice...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2016 12:48pm
19th Jun 2016 12:48pm
Opera of the dammed
They say its true.
Was their tempo off? Did anyone notice?
Cold crisp salt air filling lungs
Panic on all sides
Calm ocean , raging fight for life.
I wonder if it was Mozart? How could they chose ?
Screams cast to sea with no return
As the SMS T listed to forward imagine the view so high in the sky..stars everywere.. final moments
they played on a moving stage that would soon become their grave
Fates sorrow, one mans greed gone to far
Honor the only option, unsung heroes
A beautiful horrible...
Was their tempo off? Did anyone notice?
Cold crisp salt air filling lungs
Panic on all sides
Calm ocean , raging fight for life.
I wonder if it was Mozart? How could they chose ?
Screams cast to sea with no return
As the SMS T listed to forward imagine the view so high in the sky..stars everywere.. final moments
they played on a moving stage that would soon become their grave
Fates sorrow, one mans greed gone to far
Honor the only option, unsung heroes
A beautiful horrible...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2016 3:45am
19th Jun 2016 3:45am
Sign here sucker.
The gloss covered loans all sit and wait.
Gleeming in the sun, rain or snow it never matters they always are ready for the ball.
False/=proud.
All of them come together from all over the world.
Each have the same stable.
When the day is over they carry their masters home.
But who is really the master?
Ask me in 60 months, if im lucky its 36 i hope i can keep up.
The fact is imperfections sting the ego, prodding it constantly like a playground bully.
The undertoe is dangerous be careful friend
...
Gleeming in the sun, rain or snow it never matters they always are ready for the ball.
False/=proud.
All of them come together from all over the world.
Each have the same stable.
When the day is over they carry their masters home.
But who is really the master?
Ask me in 60 months, if im lucky its 36 i hope i can keep up.
The fact is imperfections sting the ego, prodding it constantly like a playground bully.
The undertoe is dangerous be careful friend
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2016 3:41am
19th Jun 2016 3:41am
Millions more than us.
Grass in the field
Millions they stand
Alive
Each living reaching into the soil for life, growing towards the sun
Roots
Go pull out a weed, look at the roots, hundreds of veins, you murderer haha
Were all the same brother
If fact thats were were headed
Gross huh? Nope just nature
How are we as humans any different just because we are the maintainers? in fact thats all we are. If I left my lawn uncut for 100 years mother nature would destroy it and my home.
Think about that you coward
Humans are...
Millions they stand
Alive
Each living reaching into the soil for life, growing towards the sun
Roots
Go pull out a weed, look at the roots, hundreds of veins, you murderer haha
Were all the same brother
If fact thats were were headed
Gross huh? Nope just nature
How are we as humans any different just because we are the maintainers? in fact thats all we are. If I left my lawn uncut for 100 years mother nature would destroy it and my home.
Think about that you coward
Humans are...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2016 1:55am
18th Jun 2016 1:55am
Redemption had a child
And his name is George W Bush
Look- we all live in our own little boxed biodomes right? Who the are we kidding
We find comfort in the little square
Comfort through repetition
Schedules reduce panic.
Nation of match the dot thinking like instructions on Chinese furniture in a box for 69 bucks
'Im not gunna do what u tell me" zach said over and over again on stage, that harvard scrawny hippie geek was awesome
As long as we are the voyers placated with ink...
Look- we all live in our own little boxed biodomes right? Who the are we kidding
We find comfort in the little square
Comfort through repetition
Schedules reduce panic.
Nation of match the dot thinking like instructions on Chinese furniture in a box for 69 bucks
'Im not gunna do what u tell me" zach said over and over again on stage, that harvard scrawny hippie geek was awesome
As long as we are the voyers placated with ink...
539 reads
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