Words ideas and stories.

[Jammsbro]

Here i am going to put down some of my writing work. Some flippant, some serious. Some fifteen years old. If you're going to take the piss remember that none of it is about me. It's all just words n stuff.

[Jammsbro]

A sin

A sin for your black poetry
I know your secrets hide
I’ve read the book of soul you wrote
Where you keep them all inside

Just below the dark they lurk
With mirrored black dead eyes
Marauding in the depths of you
Then break the black and rise

A desire for your black poetry
Those terrible thoughts you keep
The horrid things you hide from you
That manifest in sleep

Face your darkest shadows
Soak your soul in wrong
Search your soul, it's gone
What’s black is true
The dark is you.

[Jammsbro]

Peanut

There’s a peanut in my poopie
I am vexed to why it’s there
No peanut I have eaten
So I stand in thoughtful stare

[Jammsbro]

FLAME GRUDGE PETAL PYJAMAS

FLAME
FIRE
VIOLENT
IGNITE

GRUDGE
SPIT
SNARL
FIGHT

PETAL
PASSION
PEACH
PYJAMAS

TROPICAL
COCONUT
PALM
BAHAMAS

SPIRITUAL
KNOWLEDGE
LOVE
BLEED

PLANT
DOUBT
MIND
SEED

GRIP
TALON
CLAW
TOOTH

LONG
GONE
SPENT
YOUTH

[Jammsbro]

Ignorance

Money is your God
TV is the preacher
The illusion is the fraud
Ignorance is the teacher

[Jammsbro]

My Neeed

I need my need
I knead my greed
That’s what I need
Only then can I be freed

I need my perfect one
I need to touch the sun
I need to fuck everyone
Russian roulette and I hold the gun

Need like not human
Need some sub dermal grooming
Inbuilt pretempered desire
Like my want set on fire

I need to be gone from here
I’ll need the same when I get there
I need to lose myself
In the arms of enormous wealth

A wolfpacks need to rut and hunt
Disciple of my unfree will
Swallow till my belly’s full
I am the last great must have fool

I need anything
I need everything
I need things that I don’t need
I am infected with greed

Blind by the addiction to feed
Please to feel my arms bleed
Ever hungry to feed my greed
I want you to bear my seed

Eating your own self
Look at your chewed soul
I need to have it all
I need to take a fall

I need
You need
I need
To understand
I need
That you
I need
Do not

[Jammsbro]

Rocking Chair

Will you still love me when I’m dithering and old?
Will you hug me to warm me if cold?
When I’m a drooling demented old fool
Will you remember that once I was cool?
Will we sit quietly on the bench in the park?
Or will we be mischievous old fools out for a lark?
Will we pretend that we’re deaf and can’t hear?
Until someone offers a free round of beer
When I’m decrepit please don’t ask me to dance
Cause’ I won’t stand up cause’ I’ve peed my pants
It’ll be great to just fall asleep
Midway through talking and snooze for a week
When I go out for a wander or roam
I’ll put on my hat and leave my trousers at home
I’ll have glasses about six inches deep
And cause a sixteen car pile up as I cross the street
When I’m senile and wrinkled and old
And forgetful and smelly and cold
And the skin on my feet is brown, green and blue
I’ll remember the best days of my life were with you.

[Jammsbro]

Supernatural






: Super → Natural

[Jammsbro]

THE ABYSS OF NAMES AND KNOWING

I stand at the edge
And wait to fall in
Lightning crackles around me
And caresses at my skin

I think to my first day
The morning I was born
Then look at this tired body
And this older mind, so worn

I think to all my may be fates
And could haves that have passed
I don't remember my first day
But sure as hell my last

And now standing at this crumbling edge
The abyss of names and knowing
My fear suddenly quickens pace
As the crushing black keeps growing

I stretch my arms out...

...Cruciform

And fall

[wtfazzhole]

these are all your own original works?

[Jammsbro]

Aye, i have about 180 pieces, short stories and prose stuff. Its not all great work though

unfortunately.

[wtfazzhole]

i like the little short versus in post 6. reminds me of the stuff i use to read from Shel Silverstein.

[elturko78!]

I like "THE ABYSS OF NAMES AND KNOWING" specially the tone that the text have.
I also write, short stories and tales. Poetry.......nada.
But everything is in Spanish so I will not share anything.

[Jammsbro]

Gargoyles

Up high they sit, made of stone, made of grit.
With wretched faces and sneering grins and pointed heads and pointed chins.
Perched up high above the city and from no-one sighs a slight of pity.
We made them horrid, we made them grotesque.
We left them there to haunt our pests.
On gothic towers and tall church steeples, we hide them high above the people.
The Gargoyles that live up out of sight, that watch the city over our night.
A thousand creatures built of stone, that call each city roof their throne.
A thousand matchless beasts above that sit in silence.
With beaks of granite and claws for violence.
With arched wings that crest their spines, each Gargoyle sits, and bides it’s time.

X

Like brooding demons, wings curled, looming over the precipice, with claws dug in on nocturnal hunt, waiting for any creature to stir.

X

Wind batters their resting towers, so strongly built by human powers.
And rain hammers down without sorrow, as tonight will be so long till the morrow.
And then a flash, as light cuts through the night in a slash.
And for a moment the air grows still, and then a rumble like grindstones mills.
An ancient head turns and the gargoyle eyes flicker and burns
Stone wings arch and catch the night, as the thousand strong army once again takes flight.

X

For once every hundred years since the first was carved they have perched in wait and starved, until a unique scar of the sky allows them to roam free, and hunt.

X

To them the city is once again new, it has been a century since they last hunted, and flew.
A slow, silent swoop from high to deep, as they sing their dirge that sends the adults to sleep.
And once the last heads drops to sleep, they stalk through homes with silent feet.
Straight to the place where the infants rest, then clutch the child up to stone chest.
Their retreat is silent and invisible but their crimes are all so unmissable.
And with newborn child it returns to perch, this beast and countless others begin to feast.
And so we gave them their curse, and forevermore then we must pay the purse.
Our slaves of stone wait high above, for the next bolt of light, and the odd careless dove.

[Jammsbro]

ANDROID BOY

Android boy loved Digital Girl
She made his ears go whirl

,,,,,,,,

He had tin for skin
And gauges for eyes
They didn’t really match
But were similar size

He had tracks for feet
And an antennae on his head
A bulb in his chest
Which shone bright red

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To him Digital girl was perfect
She wasn’t tin, but ceramic
In a strange sort of hue
Sort of purple with a kind of blue
The first time he saw her
His chest pump nearly blew

He knew they were different
She was all curves and he was all dents
She was all panels and he was all vents
Inside she had circuits, processors and a fan
All he had was a valve, a gasket and an oil can
She had all the upgrades
To her they were a must
He had a flaky paint job
Proudly rimmed with rust

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He gave her a digital rose
She just stood there
One eye raised
With apathetic pose

He wrote her a sonnet
But the paper got oil on it
He sent her a box of sweet nuts and bolts
But it mysteriously “disappeared” in the post

Android boy made a robot bear
Out of shiny bobs and bits
He gave it to her eagerly
And dreamt of their first kiss

She looked at the bear
That he built with all his metal heart
She clutched it in her hands
And it promptly fell apart


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Android boy was at a loss
He had to make her opinion flip
So he schemed a fiendish plan
To change her memory chip

The plan worked well
Very well indeed
He clicked her several functions
Which ground down her speed

Digital girl slowed down
She looked in a doze
She searched through her hard drive
And suddenly she froze

Now was his chance
He opened her heart panel
He reached deep inside
He took out the golden chip
Did not see the oil beneath his leaky foot
Leaned forward and, slipped...

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Head first he fell
Straight into digital girl he crashed
Stuck, she fell backwards
And promptly was smashed

Android boy looked on in horror
His tin shell frozen with fear
His eye gauges dripped brake fluid
For he had destroyed that which he loved so dear

He panicked and tried to fix her
But his skills were way below par
In his quest for true love
He had gone far too far

His chest pump seized
And then grew, shrunk and grew
Another seize again
And finally it blew

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And so they lay there
For a hundred more years
Her covered in dust
Him covered in tears

Until one day a man passed by
And saw the scrap bots’
The scene perplexed him
It drowned all his thoughts

So he took their remains
And tried to rebuild them
It wasn’t quite perfect
But at least they were moving

But something was wrong
They were alive but just staring
Maybe he had missed a part
Maybe a loose ballbearing

The inventor realised what he had done
He had put in her hard drive
And her energy tank
But swapped around the memory banks

They were looking at each other
Through the each others eyes
Slowly it dawned on the reborn droids
Slowly they realised
It was not what you saw that mattered
But that what layed inside

The scientist swapped back their minds
But their hearts were already changed
She was more than her beauty
He was slightly deranged

But what she saw in him
For all his mistakes
Was a kind hearted droid
Whose heart easily breaks

Why did you break me
She asked him at last
I wanted to know you
But I moved way too fast

She looked at him and said
Why didn’t you just ask me out
So he plucked up the courage
All that he could muster
And asked Digital girl on a date
Waiting for her to say “too late”
She leaned a little closer
And said to him “Ok”

So they thank the inventor
For all that he had done
And turned towards the sunrise
To have some robot fun