Submissions by utenaka (cyanide kid102)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We have something to say to each other, and how well we argue - you drew passions, i am full of grounds. /F.N.
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 4:59pm
22nd Feb 2015 4:59pm
Testo-med (b/w)
D.
dissatisafaction is the point of depature
this what every nerve-racked keeps mids in marrow
and here you sending me your black sun
which drownin' in the fretfull sea of your genius youth
with satira on own infirmity to
let yourself went gay
in your sensational vanity past..
saying me, „be blue“
saying me „good night“
you run eons of time to withdraw to see
my dance on the all four winds aether
you twist it with flight of dragonfly
i have to to pretty, i have to be cock-a-hoop
to be rewarded with a piece of your...
dissatisafaction is the point of depature
this what every nerve-racked keeps mids in marrow
and here you sending me your black sun
which drownin' in the fretfull sea of your genius youth
with satira on own infirmity to
let yourself went gay
in your sensational vanity past..
saying me, „be blue“
saying me „good night“
you run eons of time to withdraw to see
my dance on the all four winds aether
you twist it with flight of dragonfly
i have to to pretty, i have to be cock-a-hoop
to be rewarded with a piece of your...
875 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 7:39pm
21st Feb 2015 7:39pm
stranger than fiction
Dup-poets, baby-people, crazy admirers, kitties from hell, lacey's, sychophant slags, dadaists, punks, feminists, BDSM, TGLB folks, all kinds of gender-punks, twisted dreamers, strange creatures, and personally the faithfull reader of my desperate trial to write, our amorist feddeler..
dup was my exile, always was far away from medial hoax, is oasis for indie underdogs, eye thought eye am.
after this post, will i still have the exile here,
or will be disdained and abandoned of my 2,5 dup-friends?
i really cant provoke by you any thought, for the brain is...
dup was my exile, always was far away from medial hoax, is oasis for indie underdogs, eye thought eye am.
after this post, will i still have the exile here,
or will be disdained and abandoned of my 2,5 dup-friends?
i really cant provoke by you any thought, for the brain is...
1040 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 9:58pm
13th Feb 2015 9:58pm
Rejoicing in the arms
to twisted dreamer
On this swelled earth
one lost little dreamer
have lost long ago her unearthy idea-
the rising of fantastikon, like it mean to exist in Condolence poem
there is a clash. any time she approachs her imaginable
celestial ami, a fellow sufferer, per some rare accident of serendipity a rabid poet
To shred her dripping tears straight out from the the shutters of her hairy heart,
to share a howl , so long untill we can clandesinely smile, ...
On this swelled earth
one lost little dreamer
have lost long ago her unearthy idea-
the rising of fantastikon, like it mean to exist in Condolence poem
there is a clash. any time she approachs her imaginable
celestial ami, a fellow sufferer, per some rare accident of serendipity a rabid poet
To shred her dripping tears straight out from the the shutters of her hairy heart,
to share a howl , so long untill we can clandesinely smile, ...
753 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 4:10pm
12th Feb 2015 4:10pm
to bitchass yuppie, who implies himself for indie artist and modern philosopher, a Nietzschean.
A.D.
squessing my fists i say
ferocious words
to my dammned digital friend-foe
river blow the random wind
towards my breast and my face
after you tear me apart from all
what were dear to my heart
no peace is possible between us.
never blamefull enough
you are the little fat yuppie
your destination is self-adulation
you talk about Albert Camus and Jill Deleuze
while you try to manipulate my will
by sending eidolon-shit on my screen
Medial Hoax,...
squessing my fists i say
ferocious words
to my dammned digital friend-foe
river blow the random wind
towards my breast and my face
after you tear me apart from all
what were dear to my heart
no peace is possible between us.
never blamefull enough
you are the little fat yuppie
your destination is self-adulation
you talk about Albert Camus and Jill Deleuze
while you try to manipulate my will
by sending eidolon-shit on my screen
Medial Hoax,...
756 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 3:43pm
12th Feb 2015 3:43pm
ropewalker, (excerpt from my talk with another imaginable underdog)
ropewalker, (excerpt from my talk with another imaginable underdog)
the man choose the 'best '
family, soft job, cozy domicil
and poets choose solipsism to say the least
it's.
When you on wreck,
when you need just a little bit help you to basil your porksword
slightlest bit of encouragement
nobody sacrifice for you an inch of their conveniences
so, if your morbid affinities define your serendipity
you will never have a variety of choice
and this is either a choice
you are ropewalker
if you 're not...
the man choose the 'best '
family, soft job, cozy domicil
and poets choose solipsism to say the least
it's.
When you on wreck,
when you need just a little bit help you to basil your porksword
slightlest bit of encouragement
nobody sacrifice for you an inch of their conveniences
so, if your morbid affinities define your serendipity
you will never have a variety of choice
and this is either a choice
you are ropewalker
if you 're not...
688 reads
SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 4:02pm
9th Feb 2015 4:02pm
errata de dada três
nietzschean without nerve, shred of
buddha-ist without belief,
dada nihislist nerve, nerve of
nietzschean non-belief, on
nerve of psychotic weakling
, dada nerve –as pretty as nietzschean heautontimoroumenos* can be
*smthg like self-mutilator (gr.)
buddha-ist without belief,
dada nihislist nerve, nerve of
nietzschean non-belief, on
nerve of psychotic weakling
, dada nerve –as pretty as nietzschean heautontimoroumenos* can be
*smthg like self-mutilator (gr.)
738 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 4:03pm
30th Jan 2015 4:03pm
"philosophy of disobedience"
Put a sword in my hand,
I’m primal.
Give me napalm,
I’m destructive.
Robert Gallo
love is seldom a salvation
it rather is an undertow, a war, an earthquake
for labile fag this is
a shipwreck
but a brave one can deviate from it
the philosophy of disobedience
I’m primal.
Give me napalm,
I’m destructive.
Robert Gallo
love is seldom a salvation
it rather is an undertow, a war, an earthquake
for labile fag this is
a shipwreck
but a brave one can deviate from it
the philosophy of disobedience
700 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 4:46pm
23rd Jan 2015 4:46pm
poets on prozac
poets on prozac
я гуляю на прозаке
ваши бредни мне до сраки
if someone could help my mind
whAt a kind is a "Poet on Prozac"?
i met just once an aunt who used this stuff
she was exuberantly "happy" for why
her i didnt muchly trust.
yet
she didnt spoke a...
я гуляю на прозаке
ваши бредни мне до сраки
if someone could help my mind
whAt a kind is a "Poet on Prozac"?
i met just once an aunt who used this stuff
she was exuberantly "happy" for why
her i didnt muchly trust.
yet
she didnt spoke a...
851 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jan 2015 11:58pm
4th Jan 2015 11:58pm
rip-bridge (2009)
in the mist of deserted streets of this town i walk towards embankment where chain of bridges is to be seen ,
bridges which always vulnerate me to the core..
it was one bridge..i never known it's name since i knew it just like 'rip bridge'..because of this graffiti 'rip 'which was scribled upon the lamps of handrail and then sprayed by different colour .. walking on and off via this bridge i thought on those unknown and unwanted who were too tall and nerveous to endure 'what is to endure',and have freed themself by fe-lo-de-se. but few 'dead' poets which's words...
bridges which always vulnerate me to the core..
it was one bridge..i never known it's name since i knew it just like 'rip bridge'..because of this graffiti 'rip 'which was scribled upon the lamps of handrail and then sprayed by different colour .. walking on and off via this bridge i thought on those unknown and unwanted who were too tall and nerveous to endure 'what is to endure',and have freed themself by fe-lo-de-se. but few 'dead' poets which's words...
696 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2014 5:46am
25th Dec 2014 5:46am
christmas carol
to be sung in the chor:
we worship and love you O messiah
we feel for your pain
we manifest it by bestowing gifts on
our beloved and kids
for you was nailed on cross
we make merry days
you really was born to become afterlife
the lovely Idol of our gluttony of our consumerism hystery
which fairly prove our primordial love to our next and to ourself
in our beautiful and marvelous phallocentric occident
Hallelujah!
we worship and love you O messiah
we feel for your pain
we manifest it by bestowing gifts on
our beloved and kids
for you was nailed on cross
we make merry days
you really was born to become afterlife
the lovely Idol of our gluttony of our consumerism hystery
which fairly prove our primordial love to our next and to ourself
in our beautiful and marvelous phallocentric occident
Hallelujah!
689 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2014 10:04am
14th Dec 2014 10:04am
in a ward“
titmouses, magpies, crows, pigeons, sparrows and seagulls
are here the solitare messengers of the existences beyond control
there are countless number of tricks how nurses and docs
play their games, by talking encrypted
language, which abuses tabacco,food, garments, music
anything initialized to make one go frenzy or lost in tongue
to fixate one to bed is their primal joy
haloperidol's kiss makes jaws immobile
but this 'withdraw effect' is just a flower
since physical pain is a bagatelle
in compareness with depriving dignity, ...
are here the solitare messengers of the existences beyond control
there are countless number of tricks how nurses and docs
play their games, by talking encrypted
language, which abuses tabacco,food, garments, music
anything initialized to make one go frenzy or lost in tongue
to fixate one to bed is their primal joy
haloperidol's kiss makes jaws immobile
but this 'withdraw effect' is just a flower
since physical pain is a bagatelle
in compareness with depriving dignity, ...
722 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 2:53am
30th Nov 2014 2:53am
To whom i write?
To whom it may concern
after long years writing lyrics for my much adored- the inquisitor(s) of my existence,
now i try to write for imaginary stranger,
the victim of shipwreck of unearthy love,
for the victim of shipwreck of all creative bodies of work
for the victim of shipwreck of magic amiticia
for the victim of shipwreck of indigeneous life leading
for the victim of sexism, who wasnt left to live their androgynous vision
for the woman in suburb, which 'museum' is graffiti landscape
for the...
after long years writing lyrics for my much adored- the inquisitor(s) of my existence,
now i try to write for imaginary stranger,
the victim of shipwreck of unearthy love,
for the victim of shipwreck of all creative bodies of work
for the victim of shipwreck of magic amiticia
for the victim of shipwreck of indigeneous life leading
for the victim of sexism, who wasnt left to live their androgynous vision
for the woman in suburb, which 'museum' is graffiti landscape
for the...
843 reads
1 Comment
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