Submissions by xthan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello you're talking to the Judas Hotline, how can I resolve your toddlerisms today?
Factory settings
pick up more
broken children
dress them in
grown bodies,
imitating more
broken adult lives.
broken children
dress them in
grown bodies,
imitating more
broken adult lives.
#minimalist
#technology
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A noot for the one who always got me
I opened up
your card &
laughed hard
like a child
being swung
high in the air
and for once,
I felt I didn't
have to be
made out
of stone.
your card &
laughed hard
like a child
being swung
high in the air
and for once,
I felt I didn't
have to be
made out
of stone.
#family
#friendship
#love #minimalist
#love #minimalist
139 reads
And yeah, so what
this year may as well
be some microwave
dinner nobody really
wants to indulge in
soaking through plastic,
laden in aromas screaming
please throw me out now
and trust me, i'm waiting
for that garbage brigade
to press that button down
so I can watch it begin
crushing to death.
I already know what
everyone around me
will collectively say
"it might get better
in a few months"
please know, as
this year rolls on
it's not going to
get any easier ...
be some microwave
dinner nobody really
wants to indulge in
soaking through plastic,
laden in aromas screaming
please throw me out now
and trust me, i'm waiting
for that garbage brigade
to press that button down
so I can watch it begin
crushing to death.
I already know what
everyone around me
will collectively say
"it might get better
in a few months"
please know, as
this year rolls on
it's not going to
get any easier ...
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
124 reads
I see sunshine
kissing rooftops
of every building
this morning
as eyes slowly
turn themselves
into fountains,
knowing you
are missing
from me.
of every building
this morning
as eyes slowly
turn themselves
into fountains,
knowing you
are missing
from me.
#minimalist
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And man,
I cannot say
that everything is okay,
it's turning into a problem
and I don't know if anything
or anyone can stop it
and man, I cannot speak
for something you did,
i'm a watchtower and
the search lights are
burning your eyes
and man, I cannot do
anything to help you,
the only way out is to
face it all through by
breaking that code
and man, you
oughta spend
it looking in
the mirror.
that everything is okay,
it's turning into a problem
and I don't know if anything
or anyone can stop it
and man, I cannot speak
for something you did,
i'm a watchtower and
the search lights are
burning your eyes
and man, I cannot do
anything to help you,
the only way out is to
face it all through by
breaking that code
and man, you
oughta spend
it looking in
the mirror.
#PowerOfWords
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Beige pigs in long wigs
I hear her and her
cronies snorting
and laughing on
four seaters
so I went over,
leaning against
her chair like
some villain
she expects
us to become
told her i'm joining in
on the conversation,
knowing I overheard
her talking about me
her three friends look
down at the floor as
the train rolls into
London St Pancras
as she continues
to deny discussing
about me soon as
I stepped aboard
this rush hour train,
I repeat word
for...
cronies snorting
and laughing on
four seaters
so I went over,
leaning against
her chair like
some villain
she expects
us to become
told her i'm joining in
on the conversation,
knowing I overheard
her talking about me
her three friends look
down at the floor as
the train rolls into
London St Pancras
as she continues
to deny discussing
about me soon as
I stepped aboard
this rush hour train,
I repeat word
for...
#conflict
#HumanRights
#LGBT
#oppression
#transgender
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And the answer is, no.
I am actually so tired.
Of being asked to come out.
Being asked if i've eaten today.
When my next relief shift is.
Have I jot working dates down
on a calendar. Do I want to do this.
Do I want to do that. What am I up to.
Being called up asking where I am.
People forgetting I said I won't be
home. Calling in a panic when I
explained the aforementioned
in a text message hours ago.
People constantly baying
for undivided attention.
sorry I don't wanna
hear it right now.
An...
Of being asked to come out.
Being asked if i've eaten today.
When my next relief shift is.
Have I jot working dates down
on a calendar. Do I want to do this.
Do I want to do that. What am I up to.
Being called up asking where I am.
People forgetting I said I won't be
home. Calling in a panic when I
explained the aforementioned
in a text message hours ago.
People constantly baying
for undivided attention.
sorry I don't wanna
hear it right now.
An...
#TruthOfLife
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Consider yourself lucky
there's a room
between us both
housing a human
who can still look
at you the same,
lately it takes all
the strength in
my hands not
to destroy you.
between us both
housing a human
who can still look
at you the same,
lately it takes all
the strength in
my hands not
to destroy you.
#anger
#disappointment
165 reads
arc
arc you can still reach your dreams maybe just work for yourself arc there is cctv on the corners of streets but nobody speaks arc the sun will explode while making a jackson pollock out of us arc new years resolutions with unrecycable lycra arc work with no experience needed but experience necessary arc unicorn hunting with serial poly shagging and hidden arc disposable bodies alive and well or zipped up in bodybags arc working minimum wage jobs without any interesting function arc faceless headstones with newly built in cafes arc endless queues for appointments and fifty pound prescriptions...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Tonight I admit I thought about it
the least selfish compared to
what everybody around me
is doing right now.
what everybody around me
is doing right now.
#minimalist
165 reads
Six word story
questions
rattle demons
found inside
others
.
rattle demons
found inside
others
.
#minimalist
#SixWordStory
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Tale of the hare (For Northern_Soul)
I often think of you
the hare burrowed
comfortably inside
my left ribcage,
rising up, stoking
fires in ivory glades,
carving ripples
in blood instead
of water and
fresh lakes,
a beacon as
to why some
still carry
on here.
the hare burrowed
comfortably inside
my left ribcage,
rising up, stoking
fires in ivory glades,
carving ripples
in blood instead
of water and
fresh lakes,
a beacon as
to why some
still carry
on here.
#admiration
#family
#LifeAsAWriter #respect
#LifeAsAWriter #respect
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