Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 10:57pm
1st Aug 2012 10:57pm
When it's hard enough to forget to walk, but sadly not enough to forget to breathe
So I'm right here,
in your black-knit jumper.
Hardest thing to read?
Try writing it
living it,
To say I don't want you to be sad
is a lie I'll admit.
I've seen you suited and booted,
prince-fucking-charming-esque
then your hair's been matted
and you spat when we chatted
but your still so far the best
that I ever had
or all I wanted?
You choose.
but I hope your sad
and so very haunted
Excuse.
You know I love you, this and that
and the hardest part to script
fell tall and flat,
I bet that...
in your black-knit jumper.
Hardest thing to read?
Try writing it
living it,
To say I don't want you to be sad
is a lie I'll admit.
I've seen you suited and booted,
prince-fucking-charming-esque
then your hair's been matted
and you spat when we chatted
but your still so far the best
that I ever had
or all I wanted?
You choose.
but I hope your sad
and so very haunted
Excuse.
You know I love you, this and that
and the hardest part to script
fell tall and flat,
I bet that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 10:40pm
1st Aug 2012 10:40pm
Untitled
It's the tongue that clawed the back of my throat,
and drew my eyes right off my nose,
that kissed me and meant goodbye
because "I love you" doesn't come close.
and drew my eyes right off my nose,
that kissed me and meant goodbye
because "I love you" doesn't come close.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 10:59pm
21st Jul 2012 10:59pm
Guns Control
I'm the joker"
"It's America land of the free,
so it's fucking armament for me,
I'm the joker, I need a brand,
a trigger tied to my left hand.
Publicity stunting rage and death,
I took your last shitty breath.
Go on play dead for me please do,
I'll fucking do it, you're dead too"
Life isn't safe this day and time,
only 13 miles from Columbine,
Eric Harris' grave not so far
from this same bloody cinema.
Is it gun control that’s the problem
or the fact that guns control and we can’t stop them?
...
"It's America land of the free,
so it's fucking armament for me,
I'm the joker, I need a brand,
a trigger tied to my left hand.
Publicity stunting rage and death,
I took your last shitty breath.
Go on play dead for me please do,
I'll fucking do it, you're dead too"
Life isn't safe this day and time,
only 13 miles from Columbine,
Eric Harris' grave not so far
from this same bloody cinema.
Is it gun control that’s the problem
or the fact that guns control and we can’t stop them?
...
#politics
#GunControl
#America
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 11:21pm
20th Jul 2012 11:21pm
True Contraception's Abstinence, But Who Needs It?
The first one night on record
that lasted nine whole months
and three ultra-sound scans,
two pots of paint
and doctors' surgery bans.
You shouldn't have blamed the secretary
or the lack of contraception
read the small print, they tell you
so read his dick before conception.
I'm sure you got close enough,
he made your mouth pregnant,
I'm surprised to hear you aren't yet bruised
he was always very regnant.
Did he hit you, just a little?
Is that the broken nose of month 3
or was it the black eye of month 5
month 7's...
that lasted nine whole months
and three ultra-sound scans,
two pots of paint
and doctors' surgery bans.
You shouldn't have blamed the secretary
or the lack of contraception
read the small print, they tell you
so read his dick before conception.
I'm sure you got close enough,
he made your mouth pregnant,
I'm surprised to hear you aren't yet bruised
he was always very regnant.
Did he hit you, just a little?
Is that the broken nose of month 3
or was it the black eye of month 5
month 7's...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 10:57pm
20th Jul 2012 10:57pm
And Such
I remember looking and thinking "my god you have hairy arms"
as your voice and my body fell fast within your palms.
I don't regret it, no, so to speak i'm glad,
as these few days without have been, well, rather bad.
It's like, I really want a hug, and a kiss goodnight,
or if you really wanted we could stay up till it's light?
There I go again, I guess thats my main calamity,
giving it away and being left with only amity.
So when you comeback on sunday night at four,
oh you've got it, i'll be there, at that off-yellow door....
as your voice and my body fell fast within your palms.
I don't regret it, no, so to speak i'm glad,
as these few days without have been, well, rather bad.
It's like, I really want a hug, and a kiss goodnight,
or if you really wanted we could stay up till it's light?
There I go again, I guess thats my main calamity,
giving it away and being left with only amity.
So when you comeback on sunday night at four,
oh you've got it, i'll be there, at that off-yellow door....
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 11:10pm
19th Jul 2012 11:10pm
7th Month
You laughed when I said I gave the first month to you,
as you knew I felt like it was generous of me,
but now you’ve got month 7 in the bank,
I realise that what I’ve given you’s necessity.
as you knew I felt like it was generous of me,
but now you’ve got month 7 in the bank,
I realise that what I’ve given you’s necessity.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 10:29pm
18th Jul 2012 10:29pm
Like, Well Just Like That Really?
It's like you broke off the handles
like you bled do not resuscitate
right across my nervous system.
It's pathetic,
like how photogenic people are nothing without their megapixels
and I'm nothing without-
well without really.
I'm so much more photo-tropic
with you near me.
It's like the western wall without the middle eastern uproar,
like how
when the damn thing's done or exploded,
the BBC won’t care anymore.
Then I guess I've found a difference,
because you
probably wouldn't explode well, for one,
and...
like you bled do not resuscitate
right across my nervous system.
It's pathetic,
like how photogenic people are nothing without their megapixels
and I'm nothing without-
well without really.
I'm so much more photo-tropic
with you near me.
It's like the western wall without the middle eastern uproar,
like how
when the damn thing's done or exploded,
the BBC won’t care anymore.
Then I guess I've found a difference,
because you
probably wouldn't explode well, for one,
and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 11:44pm
17th Jul 2012 11:44pm
Bye Charlie
To fret.
To regret.
To regret when you fret.
"I love you more than anything"
I just don't understand yet.
Isn't that a double negative, somewhere
like to love me more than anything,
means more than love its self
so the statement's obsolete
or at least quite incomplete?
Perhaps I'm just being pedantic-
you really are the "old romantic".
“The Romeo to my seeping death
the sight for my sour breath
the last of the twentieth
what's left for Elizabeth?”
So in the most theatrical manor I've...
To regret.
To regret when you fret.
"I love you more than anything"
I just don't understand yet.
Isn't that a double negative, somewhere
like to love me more than anything,
means more than love its self
so the statement's obsolete
or at least quite incomplete?
Perhaps I'm just being pedantic-
you really are the "old romantic".
“The Romeo to my seeping death
the sight for my sour breath
the last of the twentieth
what's left for Elizabeth?”
So in the most theatrical manor I've...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 11:25pm
14th Jul 2012 11:25pm
My will went with you
It's the black tethering in your pupil,
that dilation in what was supple,
christened adults, gleaming stupor,
how you never move a muscle.
It convinced your every motive
left you hanging, breathing, gloating
from the corn-field secret brewing,
and the words that I’m misquoting.
It let you breathe
and seethe
underneath.
when you saw past shoulder width, also achieve
that iridescent baking-bleak.
It let and stopped you when you speak.
It readied friction, and forced a gravity,
a never ending fucking moral...
that dilation in what was supple,
christened adults, gleaming stupor,
how you never move a muscle.
It convinced your every motive
left you hanging, breathing, gloating
from the corn-field secret brewing,
and the words that I’m misquoting.
It let you breathe
and seethe
underneath.
when you saw past shoulder width, also achieve
that iridescent baking-bleak.
It let and stopped you when you speak.
It readied friction, and forced a gravity,
a never ending fucking moral...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 10:50pm
11th Jul 2012 10:50pm
Ameri-f**king-ca
Oh American land,
the world's left hand,
the significant other
to the beaten and damned.
Land of hope and glory,
a rumbumptuous story.
Land of such faith-
have faith.
Behind your hamburger smiles,
and milkshake eyes,
try supersizing the faith
in why we hate and despise
how you neglect human life
and radioactive-ise.
Fuck multiculturalism,
as racism's rife,
"If we've all got a gun
who's got time for a knife?"
It's that disabled euphoria of middle class hate,
that makes your country...
the world's left hand,
the significant other
to the beaten and damned.
Land of hope and glory,
a rumbumptuous story.
Land of such faith-
have faith.
Behind your hamburger smiles,
and milkshake eyes,
try supersizing the faith
in why we hate and despise
how you neglect human life
and radioactive-ise.
Fuck multiculturalism,
as racism's rife,
"If we've all got a gun
who's got time for a knife?"
It's that disabled euphoria of middle class hate,
that makes your country...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 11:59pm
10th Jul 2012 11:59pm
Femin(ine/ist)
You're so fucking cocky,
Oh so "perfectly" stocky,
to say you're that
makes this beautifully rocky.
I think your head could collapse
from the weight of your abs,
or that jump in my sarcasm
causing your mental lapse.
Why when you could get me
are you so high on infidelity?
As your girl-fucking-whore-friend
is so hopelessly absentee.
I'm not wearing underwear,
fuck it, you don't even care,
every other guy would give a damn,
its just you who is missing out there.
I've got ribbed ones in my bag,
or...
Oh so "perfectly" stocky,
to say you're that
makes this beautifully rocky.
I think your head could collapse
from the weight of your abs,
or that jump in my sarcasm
causing your mental lapse.
Why when you could get me
are you so high on infidelity?
As your girl-fucking-whore-friend
is so hopelessly absentee.
I'm not wearing underwear,
fuck it, you don't even care,
every other guy would give a damn,
its just you who is missing out there.
I've got ribbed ones in my bag,
or...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 10:57pm
2nd Jul 2012 10:57pm
Lack of Idealism in Ideology
"unpopular ideas can be silenced"
When the world's created
by the alienated
sense of illogical thinking,
and come-to-the-brink-ing
how is justice prevailed
through the murderers' jailed
when the free-will disengaging
could be so guiltily raging.
Ultra-violet cancer radar
slit your throat-
the traitor
the chain-smoking belly ache-er.
Illegitimacy controls the Quaker,
so who's to say you're not the maker
of a world wide financial "hater"
to rid the race of the fucking "taker".
...
When the world's created
by the alienated
sense of illogical thinking,
and come-to-the-brink-ing
how is justice prevailed
through the murderers' jailed
when the free-will disengaging
could be so guiltily raging.
Ultra-violet cancer radar
slit your throat-
the traitor
the chain-smoking belly ache-er.
Illegitimacy controls the Quaker,
so who's to say you're not the maker
of a world wide financial "hater"
to rid the race of the fucking "taker".
...
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