Submissions by sainteverything (Word Cannibalism)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 7:34pm
22nd Jul 2014 7:34pm
Gutterfish
she fucked Dante on all 7 levels,
now she represents the person
wisest to the ground.
now she represents the person
wisest to the ground.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 7:31pm
22nd Jul 2014 7:31pm
The Confessional Booth
Nobody has earned the right to break me. Pull yourself together.
Note to a man: I wanted you to break me.
Note to break: you taste too much like the Donner party
Note to donner: its not funny you had to eat each other, my apologies
Note to myself: I've concluded I am only good for 3 things:
fighting, fucking, and whore movies.
Dear whore movies: the only reason I stopped watching you is because the villain never lasts for more than 5 minutes
Dear villains, stop using cliche as housing projects
Dear projects, you are no longer...
Note to a man: I wanted you to break me.
Note to break: you taste too much like the Donner party
Note to donner: its not funny you had to eat each other, my apologies
Note to myself: I've concluded I am only good for 3 things:
fighting, fucking, and whore movies.
Dear whore movies: the only reason I stopped watching you is because the villain never lasts for more than 5 minutes
Dear villains, stop using cliche as housing projects
Dear projects, you are no longer...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 1:00am
22nd Jul 2014 1:00am
E.T.
In mother’s womb I was claustrophobic.
I think that’s why elevators
scared the shit out of me; I was afraid
to fall but too stubborn to give up.
See, that’s why they called it
juvenile delinquency–
it was the act of not
giving up that scared
them half to death.
I think that’s why elevators
scared the shit out of me; I was afraid
to fall but too stubborn to give up.
See, that’s why they called it
juvenile delinquency–
it was the act of not
giving up that scared
them half to death.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 5:29am
21st Jul 2014 5:29am
Moody Ring
Exploring the tip
white tumbleweeds
come out, and I change
color with the mood
of your sperm,
they ask if I
have dreams.
I say yes as they die
in my mouth.
white tumbleweeds
come out, and I change
color with the mood
of your sperm,
they ask if I
have dreams.
I say yes as they die
in my mouth.
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