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Angie & Paul: A Love Story

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Fear, Fear, Fear….. & My Life

Just me playing around with some speed poetry. This is where I write a poem in about three minutes or so. Disclaimer…. Fiction! Fear, Fear, Fear….. It wasn’t the noise she heard as I came from behind Nor was it the force of rope I used to bind It was the sock I used as a gag in... »

Kill Her (poem)

Haunted everyday by my memories of my most terrible deeds. I stand stocially at the foot of the queen size bed. I watch her petite seductive body struggle with the trauma from her wounds as she constantly bleeds. She falls to the floor I hesitate for a second. I stat think of a reprieve.... »

A poem that took three minutes to write that is about……….

Happiness is when you deny the reality of life. Darkness is absolutely bright. The immediate state after death is the perfect form of life. February 18 at 1:33pm via qTweeter I wrote this poem while waiting for the elevator. The writing process continued until I reached floor 1 and I was done. I tweeted it,... »

What a Christmas Story

What a Christmas Story The completely obliterated mixture of fiberglass and steel cocooned Christine’s mangled body. Her struggle to escape the wrecked car was painful. Each movement was a constant reminder that she was very badly injured. The continual stream of blood passing over her face proved itself a very effective visual... »

Yeah, this is how I feel

jesus, I hate black history month. Acknowledge history made by all people all the time. Having black history reinforces the second class status of african americans and perpetuates in our education that only deeds by white slave owners and people who benefit from white privilege are only worth historical reference. Join the forum discussion... »

A Happy Guy

The garage door is always the one I’m inside and pull out the stun gun The scene is like watching a tv rerun Or a movie and you know the outcome I go into the bedroom they both are sleep The stun gun is on and on the bed I leap Take out the hubby first and the girl weeps I... »

Blonde – Date

Apres Le Rendezvous The shower’s warm waters paraded down Thanos’ chest brought him slowly back to reality. As he lathered the wash cloth he began reflecting on the bizarre events that unfolded only hours ago in disbelief. “Did I do that?” He wondered aloud. His thoughts continued to breakdown the night’s... »

the unfortunate widower

Damn, what the hell was I thinking Married now and my whole world is sinking Maybe I need a girlfriend and start creeping Hanging out every night and weekends But that’ll just lead to a divorce instead And she gets half of all my property and bread Damn I wish we didn’t wed Wait, what I really want is her death then I... »

Eruptions (short story)

For the sixth time that evening John dialed home, with the hope of reaching his lovely wife of ten years, Seka. But just like the previous calls, after three rings John heard his voice mail system begin its message. He slammed the phone down, abruptly ending the message in mid- sentence,... »

A social rant by a drunk (poem)

Cry for your lost innocence Corrupted politicians Corporate embezzlements CEO’s business trip turn family vacation trips Doctors are so scared of lawyers suing them Now there are less natural births and just more are cesareans I see this all happen, There’s nothing I can do I see the kids trapping, risking their future to move a pack or two I try not... »

Henry: Poem of a serial killer*

Why must I hate, Never to love Push away Humans, Emotions, & God I’ve lost them all, Ain’t nothing left I’ll be this was till my last breath Cold like deep space where Pluto be You could stand next to my body But actually speaking, in reality You’re still light years from me No sympathy, never heard of Empathy My identity is unapologetic hostility I... »

Life, Lust, Blasphemy, & Taboos

Life, Lust, Blasphemy, & Taboos I realized after a few drinks that it was times like these that made life worth living. There I was, gainfully unemployed, sitting in a private room and enjoying what I assumed to be my last night in the world’s greatest bar. Life sucks, but as long as... »

Would anyone care if I were to die today?

Would anyone care if I were to die today? I honestly don’t think so. If I were able to chose how I die. I would choose for it to be slow. My life wasn’t impactful. It didn’t give it much meaning. I never was thoughtful. I don’t expect too much grieving. My moms would... »

Does anyone ever listen to me when I speak?

Does anyone ever listen to me when I speak? After a long bout of deliberation I have come to the the conclusion that they are not listening. Sure people hear the sounds I make audible when I speak. However, they do not form an opinion based on what I have declared. Instead, the opinion... »

Love is a stranger than fiction.

I long to be some comfort to you, but I do not possess the desire to do so. I want to tell you things will be better. However, I will not for the simple fact I just cannot muster the strength to lie anymore. I want to say that if you need anything ask... »

This is I, now that you are gone.

The most barren region on the planet is a utopia of abundance compared to the destitute and broken old man that stands before you. There is no happiness or hope. No glee and a reason to rejoice, cause without you I am empty. My heart is a hollow pit somehow filled with loathing, anger,... »