Poems by John D. Dexter

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Six Seconds of fresh Air

In need of "Six Seconds of fresh Air"? #poem #poetry #happy?

When I try to think of something nice the world usually turns quiet. The gold rush stops, the streets are left empty and with the competition abandoned the backroom planning takes a hold. Yeah sometimes misery creeps the hallow but I am used to sharing my happy thoughts by now.

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The taboo questions that could turn you racist; foul human being

If you can distance yourself from your emotional side if you are able to try to see what others see, you will get a new understanding of life. As a result you will hate humans about the same but for different reasons. #poem #poetry

What if our poor get feed by the poor in the third world? What if shadows of post-colonialism is what keeps Europe on life support? What if the barbarians with their religious thoughts come in peace and change our culture not with means to conquer by force just by giving birth to more children and by providing the next generation of voting higher ups and Labour force? What if the gap between…

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Nowhere but Up

I am back for the grind, at the end of summer you can buy in book form, what my next months are all about: Exploit my feelings for some quick and witty words. #poem #poetry #sequelbait

Welcome to the playing fields of a wider reaching park not able to be processed or caught by human eye faster passing by then what a man could miss more thoughts to think more goals to fetishize more morals to bastardize nails to pull connected to meat strings like cheese strings from their resting bed. “I am no monster just misunderstood” says the wolf to the lambs so he doesn’t get chased t…

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Streams are warm and cold water rides; without those, there goes to die the variations of fish.

Not really scientific but if you liked the title and consider yourself mentally strong enough today to think a little, I challenge you. #POEM #POETRY P.S.: From Saturday onward, 1 or 2 poems a week and the continuation on top.

Lost, but without a clue I’m thinking of an overeaten rat in a labyrinth or a shark, who wonders, why he’s still swimming forward. His organs would have had so much density, his gills such a lack of oxygen, he would drift up on his belly. That’s funny, that deep down he knows it well but can never be asked to formulate it.

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[Poetry] perverts love like pedestrians garble up car crashes

Poets, c*m sl*ts for tragedy. Next month there is a high chance again to get a little more of me. #poem #poetry #lovepoems

Gnaw on my bones with your maw supported by jaw held strong with thick muscle in place while you masticate a cannibal’s vic’. I don’t know why I even still keep trying against your waterfall of bullshit climbing, because maybe I know that the next for sure. Could be the last window time is closing off but I also know about this woman, that she smiles the brightest, laugh the most maniacal, when…

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Don't drag your dirt over my doorstep

Keep the body bags outside, on the lawn, and wipe your shoes off, before you step in. I am raging neurotic, when it comes to drama. Thank you. #Poem #Poetry #chemistry

She married a guy who was finished with 23 he had a nice job a nice deliberately minimalist room no leftover dreams just time and money and a role in his life to fill. She wanted to be conquered taken in a bathroom stall; on a vacation trip; in a opera hall out in fancy dresses and there was me who paid no taxes and who knew no days on which he didn’t feel desperate. Were you ever part of an…

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Potato goes out to party

Bad days lead to better nights. A toast to all the anti party animals out there. I would drink with you, if it wasn't a little late. and you didn't have to get up tomorrow. morning. #poems #poetry #party #partey #parley

The dead with their broken fingers, crushed by time pressure; their burden passed onto me, hold on for some hours help is on its way. Just stay sane,   stay conscious, don’t faint. Heads bend down; sunken stares into  010 worlds necks trained strong, weak, degenerated spiral limbs losing flesh; the rotten meat, huge chunks drop like bread crumbs; advised to be followed. But I am passing by…

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Endurance might be the most valuable virtue

The little short story series about the life of a disturbed young individual continues. Today with weird age gap between coworkers and a chinese man pays off his debt. #Schradinski #short #story #saturday #writing

It took strength to endure this routine. I could only do it because I understood that even dancing was in the end, stripped of everything fancy, nothing but routine. I’d never heard of freestyle dancing at the dance theater before, nor have I ever seen a great dance just spontaneously happening, but then again I had never set foot in a dance theater before; Not even in a museum. How would…

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Hiding an ink body between bookshelves

Nathaniel hides a body today; it had something to say and a lot of pages, sadly some books just wander straight into the bin. #Schradinski #short #story #saturday #writing

After two months, a new employee joined the service team, Gerhard celebrated her like the Saviour had finally arrived. The new Christ was called Celine. She was hot. Good ass, nice small breasts, the way I like them. But I didn’t like the girl herself. I was too blasphemous for her, even though Gerhard bought into the cult surrounding her. She was 18, I was 19 at the time. From age alone, we…

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Homo ego sum

I purposefully deny myself to talk sometimes about things that are important and thanks to that, I got in the weird situation, that the things I deny myself are the ones that matter. However, that's just thinking, I wrote a #poem

Do you even know, who I am? who I was? how deep this goes? I don’t. I need you because I never know who I am, won’t think back to who I was, not quite sure what is hiding under my tongue. Never truly not alone I stumble from day to another My heart, it grows stronger every cancelled date every last stop exit my heart grows back together Split it up, chop it in pieces swallow it and spit on it trem…

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unanswered

paralysation is a trait most common exhibited in animal species that trigger a body overwhelming fear response; while fear itself might not be anything to be ashamed of; it sure as hell fells that way #poetry #poem #love

Once I was here and you were there my heart was gone then and my pain was about to overtake me. and it is where calamity came in. you were gone. what was that was once. I once said, I liked you very much and disgusting is what I would have done to you if we were ever alone suddenly more intimate. Don’t be ashamed for feeling someting. “blue eyed boy what should I see? blue eyed boy what have you…

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