Submissions by zeke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2015 7:25pm
20th Jul 2015 7:25pm
Eucharist
Eucharist
That’s why my last meal weighed a half an ounce
Injected through the chin
Better than a sleeping tablet
Don’t worry about problems anymore
Peace is real
Taste of me and never hunger again
That’s why my last meal weighed a half an ounce
Injected through the chin
Better than a sleeping tablet
Don’t worry about problems anymore
Peace is real
Taste of me and never hunger again
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DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2015 2:10am
31st May 2015 2:10am
A well planned escape
A well planned escape
When the end comes and breath is gone and pain is nonexistent, life will go on for those left I suppose or maybe this universe in my head or else I will be reborn in poverty or wealth.
The problem is that I have never known anyone to prove this hypothesis and from this side I don’t believe in it. So I am loath to survive when all is hurt and am inclined to take this path.
If any are left that I have cared about or cared for me. don’t be mad it’s not that I didn’t love you insanely it’s simply that I couldn’t stand it any longer.
When the end comes and breath is gone and pain is nonexistent, life will go on for those left I suppose or maybe this universe in my head or else I will be reborn in poverty or wealth.
The problem is that I have never known anyone to prove this hypothesis and from this side I don’t believe in it. So I am loath to survive when all is hurt and am inclined to take this path.
If any are left that I have cared about or cared for me. don’t be mad it’s not that I didn’t love you insanely it’s simply that I couldn’t stand it any longer.
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st May 2015 1:49am
31st May 2015 1:49am
Why does love go away?
Why does love go away?
I didn't stray!
it happened anyway
not much can i say
she was a bitch!
I didn't stray!
it happened anyway
not much can i say
she was a bitch!
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th May 2015 3:45pm
30th May 2015 3:45pm
A bowl of apathy
A bowl of apathy
Clean the screen
Pack the green
Life’s not what it seems
Love these lazy dreams
No worry's no sorrow
See about it tomorrow
The bowl’s a little hollow
Dump the ash and follow
I tried to care
But got caught up in the air
It swirled around and there
I fell out of my chair
Have some hunchies
Gots the munchies
Breakfast lunchies
Capt’n crunchies
Clean the screen
Pack the green
Life’s not what it seems
Love these lazy dreams
No worry's no sorrow
See about it tomorrow
The bowl’s a little hollow
Dump the ash and follow
I tried to care
But got caught up in the air
It swirled around and there
I fell out of my chair
Have some hunchies
Gots the munchies
Breakfast lunchies
Capt’n crunchies
#drugs
#marijuana
#rhyming #apathy
#rhyming #apathy
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th May 2015 3:41pm
30th May 2015 3:41pm
The slow acting suicide pill
The slow acting suicide pill
I had a need for relief when it started and therefore agreed to take the pill that would ease the hurt and suffering and take care of the pain of mind and body. I didn’t read the small print that came with the bottle but years later when I did found the words “decade acting suicide tablet”. By the time I read it I understood the side effects that came with the relief and the actual cost of the soul stealer.
When I took more than prescribed I lost some friends.
When I took without a break I lost a love.
When I took it in my nose I...
I had a need for relief when it started and therefore agreed to take the pill that would ease the hurt and suffering and take care of the pain of mind and body. I didn’t read the small print that came with the bottle but years later when I did found the words “decade acting suicide tablet”. By the time I read it I understood the side effects that came with the relief and the actual cost of the soul stealer.
When I took more than prescribed I lost some friends.
When I took without a break I lost a love.
When I took it in my nose I...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2015 11:03pm
29th May 2015 11:03pm
Breakfast in a glass
Breakfast in a glass
Eggs again I hissed wiping sleep from my globes? I was pissed off and tired of eggs this is what happens first thing every afternoon she does something just for the sheer pleasure of pissing me off.
I cracked the eggs into my glass and added some vodka, how about just for grins you give me a good mixer tomorrow?
I want to make sure you eat something and if this is the only way I can do it oh so well, she said in her monotonous mumbling scratching tone while moving out of range,
Don’t make me any madder I yelled trying to extend my reach.
Piss off I...
Eggs again I hissed wiping sleep from my globes? I was pissed off and tired of eggs this is what happens first thing every afternoon she does something just for the sheer pleasure of pissing me off.
I cracked the eggs into my glass and added some vodka, how about just for grins you give me a good mixer tomorrow?
I want to make sure you eat something and if this is the only way I can do it oh so well, she said in her monotonous mumbling scratching tone while moving out of range,
Don’t make me any madder I yelled trying to extend my reach.
Piss off I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th May 2015 11:00pm
29th May 2015 11:00pm
Since persons all need kindness
Since persons all need kindness
1. She came unto me not knowing exactly and more precisely if she should even ask
The way in which to satisfy her needs or if I could fulfill the task
2. We’d seen each other socially and become inseparable friends
But now was time to see if I could bring some things unto her ends
3. A riding crop, what for I said? There’s no horses close by
She turned red and tried to explain with a twinkle in her eye
4. Call me Misty or Scout if you want but I don’t eat no hay
Tie me down and use that birch and tell me...
1. She came unto me not knowing exactly and more precisely if she should even ask
The way in which to satisfy her needs or if I could fulfill the task
2. We’d seen each other socially and become inseparable friends
But now was time to see if I could bring some things unto her ends
3. A riding crop, what for I said? There’s no horses close by
She turned red and tried to explain with a twinkle in her eye
4. Call me Misty or Scout if you want but I don’t eat no hay
Tie me down and use that birch and tell me...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2015 1:55pm
29th May 2015 1:55pm
Dawn of the darkness
Dawn of the darkness
The best part of the day is in the twilight knowing the hours of quiet righteousness are coming upon you.
All during the lighter hours is spent trying to sleep so you don’t have to face the whirlwind of confusing thoughts that are always ready to make you pull back the hammer and take your chances.
At least at night you can find some ease of pain and morbid thoughts. The thoughts that run through your mind like the maelstrom of winds blowing through the wintery metropolitan streets amongst the skyscrapers, stirring up the scattered...
The best part of the day is in the twilight knowing the hours of quiet righteousness are coming upon you.
All during the lighter hours is spent trying to sleep so you don’t have to face the whirlwind of confusing thoughts that are always ready to make you pull back the hammer and take your chances.
At least at night you can find some ease of pain and morbid thoughts. The thoughts that run through your mind like the maelstrom of winds blowing through the wintery metropolitan streets amongst the skyscrapers, stirring up the scattered...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th May 2015 00:01am
29th May 2015 00:01am
THE ZOMBIE STROLL (Please provide feedback, I need to know)
THE ZOMBIE STROLL
The click up your arm or down your leg,
However the blood will flow
Looking for that perfect place
To do the Zombie Stroll
What I longed for yesterday
Achievements before I grow old
Have all become and so succumb
To the ghastly Zombie Stroll
Throughout the day into the night
However the heart may roll
Is given into the desires of
The beckoning Zombie Stroll
When all is said and morning comes
The crust yet still remains
And when the last of the guitar strums
Reveals the knife within your...
The click up your arm or down your leg,
However the blood will flow
Looking for that perfect place
To do the Zombie Stroll
What I longed for yesterday
Achievements before I grow old
Have all become and so succumb
To the ghastly Zombie Stroll
Throughout the day into the night
However the heart may roll
Is given into the desires of
The beckoning Zombie Stroll
When all is said and morning comes
The crust yet still remains
And when the last of the guitar strums
Reveals the knife within your...
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