Submissions by pretty_normal (Pretty Normal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2012 8:31pm
1st Jul 2012 8:31pm
Eric Harris
Mmm, ripping, writhing,
"I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth
like a pop-can"
a why-wont-you-stop-can.
I need some firearms,
to defend my self against natural selection,
your inhumane complexion.
Stop looking at me,
I don't want shit like "oh he's my son, though"
Fuck-ups don't resonate with me
Grotty illegibles gone, I’m thorough.
You can climb your helter skelter
retard-shelter,
the status quo of why I’m a welter.
I need an animalistic tear in society
to flaunt my...
"I want to tear a throat out with my own teeth
like a pop-can"
a why-wont-you-stop-can.
I need some firearms,
to defend my self against natural selection,
your inhumane complexion.
Stop looking at me,
I don't want shit like "oh he's my son, though"
Fuck-ups don't resonate with me
Grotty illegibles gone, I’m thorough.
You can climb your helter skelter
retard-shelter,
the status quo of why I’m a welter.
I need an animalistic tear in society
to flaunt my...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 11:32pm
24th Jun 2012 11:32pm
Drowning Lessons
Gleaming, glistening, clear water screaming,
I can see hairs surface to air that licks the river,
as the bubbled-breaths grow thinner, dimmer.
Next to the bench where you slept, steering touchy summer bliss,
it wasn't the river undergrowth that let it let you end like this.
He ate you and bate you, with seedy river bathing,
you saw women- that wonder-
your salt-water plaything.
You counted fifths, he counted to 10
and you paddled on your knees,
bowing,
always bowing.
Perhaps, begging,
if you please.
Weeded tying...
I can see hairs surface to air that licks the river,
as the bubbled-breaths grow thinner, dimmer.
Next to the bench where you slept, steering touchy summer bliss,
it wasn't the river undergrowth that let it let you end like this.
He ate you and bate you, with seedy river bathing,
you saw women- that wonder-
your salt-water plaything.
You counted fifths, he counted to 10
and you paddled on your knees,
bowing,
always bowing.
Perhaps, begging,
if you please.
Weeded tying...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 11:38pm
22nd Jun 2012 11:38pm
Dates are a little like figs
The cracks that ran shy through the slick blades of grass,
never cutting our feet,
only shaving the edge off the night.
So, there's a bench dedicated to someone,
who isn't
or wasn't?
I should know for incidence but all I know is you.
Really,
the half-moon that hooked from your nose,
titled the evening with clear skies
coldness,
remaining close.
Oh, raking in the patriotism with every second more of you,
be my cliché?
Subtlety was never my strong-point.
never cutting our feet,
only shaving the edge off the night.
So, there's a bench dedicated to someone,
who isn't
or wasn't?
I should know for incidence but all I know is you.
Really,
the half-moon that hooked from your nose,
titled the evening with clear skies
coldness,
remaining close.
Oh, raking in the patriotism with every second more of you,
be my cliché?
Subtlety was never my strong-point.
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 11:04am
21st Jun 2012 11:04am
Gentleman to Man
You despicable little man,
like me? You didn't like me, so how can you be "like me?"
Inferior races,
and full blown hatred
lead me to contemplating the sexism that you've since related.
You
mon armour
eliviate the male degenerate
to female slurs, and enlightening of the effeminate.
How dare you co-exist,
on a crater-base for the honest, self-suceeding,
now emotionally bleeding?
Go frolic in your filth, and your mouth's soapy lines,
as i'll sit and preach hate
to your species
your kind.
Except you aren't,...
like me? You didn't like me, so how can you be "like me?"
Inferior races,
and full blown hatred
lead me to contemplating the sexism that you've since related.
You
mon armour
eliviate the male degenerate
to female slurs, and enlightening of the effeminate.
How dare you co-exist,
on a crater-base for the honest, self-suceeding,
now emotionally bleeding?
Go frolic in your filth, and your mouth's soapy lines,
as i'll sit and preach hate
to your species
your kind.
Except you aren't,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 2:06pm
20th Jun 2012 2:06pm
For-never?
I'm the maître d of your thin white flesh,
and your pink-pinched neck-
That lick of mole on your brow,
sees the king of modern film,
as all he is.
Now
don't test me with coins, or pig-blooded hearts,
you knew it was alive,
you knew from the start.
To say this is for never, could split me apart.
But to say this is forever, is sitting in the dark.
Are you free tomorrow night?
I have a plan for that skin,
to shadow your face,
break night on your chin.
After all it should be dark, so why don't we...
and your pink-pinched neck-
That lick of mole on your brow,
sees the king of modern film,
as all he is.
Now
don't test me with coins, or pig-blooded hearts,
you knew it was alive,
you knew from the start.
To say this is for never, could split me apart.
But to say this is forever, is sitting in the dark.
Are you free tomorrow night?
I have a plan for that skin,
to shadow your face,
break night on your chin.
After all it should be dark, so why don't we...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 10:39pm
19th Jun 2012 10:39pm
Routine Kills
When you wake and you fall,
from your bed to the hall,
from your bowl you will reel,
from your shoes to the wheel,
from your car you will cross,
from your hate to your boss,
from your screen you will land,
from your pen to your hand
from your lunch you will break,
from your paper you'll wake,
from the desk to your car,
and from there to the bar.
From the bar, you can't quite see
and in the car you're not quite free
as you'd wish when twenty three
but that's quite a fantasy.
From the gear you're not quite there
and the...
from your bed to the hall,
from your bowl you will reel,
from your shoes to the wheel,
from your car you will cross,
from your hate to your boss,
from your screen you will land,
from your pen to your hand
from your lunch you will break,
from your paper you'll wake,
from the desk to your car,
and from there to the bar.
From the bar, you can't quite see
and in the car you're not quite free
as you'd wish when twenty three
but that's quite a fantasy.
From the gear you're not quite there
and the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 10:18pm
19th Jun 2012 10:18pm
You're Winter
The window panes that broke across the full moon,
shared the colours and the empathy of late-mid June
but with it fallen away and nicked to the sunlight-
which was only seen when staring from behind the limelight.
December's andropause,
saw the breaking of Santa clause
and the wheels that glided through littered ice,
to fall again behind Christmas-pudding-spice.
Licked fingers,
pink raw, from nights in,
and the stealthy grin
of December.
I can remember
the streetlights like broken hard cough sweets,
that clung to...
shared the colours and the empathy of late-mid June
but with it fallen away and nicked to the sunlight-
which was only seen when staring from behind the limelight.
December's andropause,
saw the breaking of Santa clause
and the wheels that glided through littered ice,
to fall again behind Christmas-pudding-spice.
Licked fingers,
pink raw, from nights in,
and the stealthy grin
of December.
I can remember
the streetlights like broken hard cough sweets,
that clung to...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 9:44pm
16th Jun 2012 9:44pm
That Sick Race Called Men
I saw what you did, or you didn't do, as the question may well be.
Hah,
infatuation, was the sick besotted stall,
that tethered her up to your beckon call.
That word: enthral,
or enthralling as that's not enough of it all.
Darling,
or perhaps that's not my term to call you,
so consider this from her-side, her point of view?
If she wasn't so un-collected, so ripped into.
Please,
if I could beg you enough to leave her alone,
perhaps her nails won’t find faith among her finger bone,
quite so often; as she doesn't moan...
Hah,
infatuation, was the sick besotted stall,
that tethered her up to your beckon call.
That word: enthral,
or enthralling as that's not enough of it all.
Darling,
or perhaps that's not my term to call you,
so consider this from her-side, her point of view?
If she wasn't so un-collected, so ripped into.
Please,
if I could beg you enough to leave her alone,
perhaps her nails won’t find faith among her finger bone,
quite so often; as she doesn't moan...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 10:51pm
10th Jun 2012 10:51pm
Haiku Vanity
Blood no longer red,
as it collects that soft face.
Murky with white tints-
subliminal greed.
Her readiness to conceal,
every element.
Oh sweet heart so pure,
why don't you talk anymore?
Complacent disgrace.
Vanity's fair love,
you're safer in a mirror.
Ungrateful sinner.
With such harsh vigour,
such an undermined figure.
Go pout for the men.
It's all you can do,
to secure them once again.
Be silent with pride
that you don't deserve;
and break back with the pieces,
of vanity's nerve.
as it collects that soft face.
Murky with white tints-
subliminal greed.
Her readiness to conceal,
every element.
Oh sweet heart so pure,
why don't you talk anymore?
Complacent disgrace.
Vanity's fair love,
you're safer in a mirror.
Ungrateful sinner.
With such harsh vigour,
such an undermined figure.
Go pout for the men.
It's all you can do,
to secure them once again.
Be silent with pride
that you don't deserve;
and break back with the pieces,
of vanity's nerve.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 2:03pm
10th Jun 2012 2:03pm
Want it back?
Do you remember your shadow,
escorted in grace
that lit you, and bit you all over your face?
How it dictated your chin with creases of black,
that up until now,
I haven't wanted back.
More scared now than I’ve ever been?
How obscene,
I daren't preen,
on what that might mean.
Though justified in my pupil adhering to shadow,
and the light limbered-lynch,
of lip on tobacco.
To say I'm ruptured in word, oh how very shallow.
Can't digest the days and sip nights, when so far,
from rain-draggled thoughts and the...
escorted in grace
that lit you, and bit you all over your face?
How it dictated your chin with creases of black,
that up until now,
I haven't wanted back.
More scared now than I’ve ever been?
How obscene,
I daren't preen,
on what that might mean.
Though justified in my pupil adhering to shadow,
and the light limbered-lynch,
of lip on tobacco.
To say I'm ruptured in word, oh how very shallow.
Can't digest the days and sip nights, when so far,
from rain-draggled thoughts and the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 00:24am
10th Jun 2012 00:24am
Encapsulated
Rope burn lynched my neck-
how you drew me in.
Oh dear. Please don't fear, you'll win.
You've won?
Too right. Fair enough.
I'm easily spun.
I can't speak for them all, but for me indeed,
it was more than the cheek and the lies you feed.
Then again it was less than,
all that started. All that began.
Isn't it so very difficult to scream,
when encapsulated
is light terminology for what you mean?
I'd laugh in that face,
but dare I convey?
Less than the sparking of thought upon brow,
with means to an end,...
how you drew me in.
Oh dear. Please don't fear, you'll win.
You've won?
Too right. Fair enough.
I'm easily spun.
I can't speak for them all, but for me indeed,
it was more than the cheek and the lies you feed.
Then again it was less than,
all that started. All that began.
Isn't it so very difficult to scream,
when encapsulated
is light terminology for what you mean?
I'd laugh in that face,
but dare I convey?
Less than the sparking of thought upon brow,
with means to an end,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 1:14am
8th Jun 2012 1:14am
The Printer's Daughter
As we sat on the heater till the numbness took over,
and legs fell into tripping, on you, the lover.
Fingers collapsed to palm
and the nails tickled knuckle,
my head in wire and stagnancy,
in your neck crease, did buckle.
Oh that piece of jumper, I’d wrapped round my thumb,
and that tiny piece of you I’d wrapped in along.
The lisps I could have lisped, and words I couldn't have worded,
paired with the arrows of your teeth, that pearled as you courted.
Ringing,
I meant in my ears
but you could ring me if you wanted to?
I...
and legs fell into tripping, on you, the lover.
Fingers collapsed to palm
and the nails tickled knuckle,
my head in wire and stagnancy,
in your neck crease, did buckle.
Oh that piece of jumper, I’d wrapped round my thumb,
and that tiny piece of you I’d wrapped in along.
The lisps I could have lisped, and words I couldn't have worded,
paired with the arrows of your teeth, that pearled as you courted.
Ringing,
I meant in my ears
but you could ring me if you wanted to?
I...
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