Submissions by rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Two of the cats i live with piss in my shoes. My wife either doesn't, or her piss smells like the second cat's.
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 7:38am
4th Sep 2011 7:38am
< double-embossed Kevlar face shield model 37 >
it's Texas
(on the bridge to Galveston)
and my
double-embossed Kevlar face shield
(model 37)
wraps my face
as my hand reaches out
and opens a door to the east coast
just wide enough
to shout through
and i
shout anything that might stop you
but you're just a picture
wrapped across my face
a picture
busy telling me:
"your face
all pieces now
gray, white, black
i spent my afternoons
cutting us
like a movie
and the evenings
spreading us...
(on the bridge to Galveston)
and my
double-embossed Kevlar face shield
(model 37)
wraps my face
as my hand reaches out
and opens a door to the east coast
just wide enough
to shout through
and i
shout anything that might stop you
but you're just a picture
wrapped across my face
a picture
busy telling me:
"your face
all pieces now
gray, white, black
i spent my afternoons
cutting us
like a movie
and the evenings
spreading us...
955 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2011 6:00pm
25th May 2011 6:00pm
<3 what hearts do &>
they break
they heal
they break
they heal
the scars
make them strong
the scars
make them hard*
- - -
*but
(i've been told)
that love
when massaged in
makes them soft again
...
they heal
they break
they heal
the scars
make them strong
the scars
make them hard*
- - -
*but
(i've been told)
that love
when massaged in
makes them soft again
...
1090 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2011 6:03am
25th May 2011 6:03am
< lesson 23 >
the blood
is red
her face
is hit
he said
she bled
of blood
of bone
her skin
is split
her lip
is bit
her face
is hit
the burn
is red
the lip
is torn
the head
is hit
the bone
it twists
it breaks
the skin
is pulled
it swells
it splits
the bone
is bent
is cracked
it bares
the blood
is red
is black
it cracks
it splits
the bone
the skin
...
is red
her face
is hit
he said
she bled
of blood
of bone
her skin
is split
her lip
is bit
her face
is hit
the burn
is red
the lip
is torn
the head
is hit
the bone
it twists
it breaks
the skin
is pulled
it swells
it splits
the bone
is bent
is cracked
it bares
the blood
is red
is black
it cracks
it splits
the bone
the skin
...
1396 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2011 3:54am
10th May 2011 3:54am
< mighty water >
close to the breath of the shore
your sound
drops from my mouth
sanded
birded
winded
washed in your arms
as i mold myself
to the in and out of you
and of the moon
pulling our tides
and of the fish in me
begging
for your hook
- - -
your sound
drops from my mouth
sanded
birded
winded
washed in your arms
as i mold myself
to the in and out of you
and of the moon
pulling our tides
and of the fish in me
begging
for your hook
- - -
1146 reads
22 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th May 2011 2:09am
6th May 2011 2:09am
test 02
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12 end
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12 end
1482 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2011 9:14am
23rd Apr 2011 9:14am
< another god-damned easter poem >
most of you was naked
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the proverbial street
and ask either of us this question
and get a...
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the proverbial street
and ask either of us this question
and get a...
#Easter
#religion
#PopCulture #consumerism
#PopCulture #consumerism
1364 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2011 8:17am
26th Feb 2011 8:17am
< forgotten >
some sort of song is coming out
my next door neighbor's window
and i find myself singing it
not knowing it or anything
just singing it
it mentions you
it mentions you again
and the chorus answers me
as my heart used to
the one i've forgotten
the one i'm embarrassed to talk about
sings along reminding me of you
of how we sang
this song
forgotten
like my heart
- - -
my next door neighbor's window
and i find myself singing it
not knowing it or anything
just singing it
it mentions you
it mentions you again
and the chorus answers me
as my heart used to
the one i've forgotten
the one i'm embarrassed to talk about
sings along reminding me of you
of how we sang
this song
forgotten
like my heart
- - -
1357 reads
25 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 3:18am
14th Feb 2011 3:18am
< the hell of perfect round burgers >
we're overcome
with the long relationship
of love
with seeds
from some new fruit
bred
recombinant
kissing
fucking
dna
the opposite
to the hell of perfect round burgers frying deliciously
the hell
the opposite of winter
loses count
of your seeds
the seeds i eat
suck
each one
they've
been growing in me for so long
you'd think
i was ready for birth
or at least the pain
i can smell you
...
with the long relationship
of love
with seeds
from some new fruit
bred
recombinant
kissing
fucking
dna
the opposite
to the hell of perfect round burgers frying deliciously
the hell
the opposite of winter
loses count
of your seeds
the seeds i eat
suck
each one
they've
been growing in me for so long
you'd think
i was ready for birth
or at least the pain
i can smell you
...
1230 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2011 10:24pm
13th Feb 2011 10:24pm
< the red heart and the silver heart >
Then I saw a great white throne and Him who was seated
on it. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing
before the throne. And then the book of life was
opened, and the dead were judged by what was written in
the book. And the sea gave up the dead, and the lake of
fire, the second death, rose up. And they were judged,
each one of them, according to what they had done. If
anyone's name was not found written in the book of
life, he was thrown into the lake of fire."
- Revelation 20:11
the red...
on it. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing
before the throne. And then the book of life was
opened, and the dead were judged by what was written in
the book. And the sea gave up the dead, and the lake of
fire, the second death, rose up. And they were judged,
each one of them, according to what they had done. If
anyone's name was not found written in the book of
life, he was thrown into the lake of fire."
- Revelation 20:11
the red...
1711 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2011 10:42am
16th Jan 2011 10:42am
< dog diaper >
The patents for this dog diaper
are basic patents
because they comprise
structural features
not contained
in prior designs
which only propose pouches
placed under the tail
which produce friction
against the anus
and do not prevent
the leakage of waste
outside the pouch.
This pouch
on the other hand
provides an entrance
encircling
the root of the tail
and the anal region
of the dog
and a top portion ...
are basic patents
because they comprise
structural features
not contained
in prior designs
which only propose pouches
placed under the tail
which produce friction
against the anus
and do not prevent
the leakage of waste
outside the pouch.
This pouch
on the other hand
provides an entrance
encircling
the root of the tail
and the anal region
of the dog
and a top portion ...
1123 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 5:09am
14th Dec 2010 5:09am
< dream gun >
i dream of making my dream gun
making my dream gun
night
after night
as the metal glows
as i melt it
in the crucible of my head
melt it
melt it every night
and every night
my gun finds you
dream gun finds and i regret
regret its bullet
makes its hole
makes it in your perfect head
just above your eyes
your eyes
just above where we began
then out
then out
where we must end
- - -
making my dream gun
night
after night
as the metal glows
as i melt it
in the crucible of my head
melt it
melt it every night
and every night
my gun finds you
dream gun finds and i regret
regret its bullet
makes its hole
makes it in your perfect head
just above your eyes
your eyes
just above where we began
then out
then out
where we must end
- - -
1085 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2010 6:14am
7th Nov 2010 6:14am
< strawberry milkshake >
short version:
< strawberry milkshake >
i think of this as a poem
but you don't need to
in fact
if you want
you can think it's a milkshake
but if you do
i hope it's strawberry
- - -
long version:
< strawberry milkshake >
ray thinks he wrote me
but i was the one using his hands
i'm a thief
i take anything i want
the version of me in HD video should be attached
(if you didn't get it, you probably can't) ...
< strawberry milkshake >
i think of this as a poem
but you don't need to
in fact
if you want
you can think it's a milkshake
but if you do
i hope it's strawberry
- - -
long version:
< strawberry milkshake >
ray thinks he wrote me
but i was the one using his hands
i'm a thief
i take anything i want
the version of me in HD video should be attached
(if you didn't get it, you probably can't) ...
2425 reads
7 Comments
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