Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2016 9:37am
2nd Sep 2016 9:37am
If I made you wait, would you?
I will never see myself becoming the man you hoped I would be.
I found the torn pieces of my ego in the trash last night.
As I sat to stitch it back together I heard you crying.
I tore it up again and locked myself out.
I couldn’t hear you anymore.
I don’t know if I’m right for this.
I forgot to unpack my emotions today.
I wasn’t yours when I returned, nor was anyone mine.
I haven’t heard you say my name in months.
I was overconfident.
I lose everything I desire.
I meant to tell you I love you.
I was incapable of repairing my kindness,...
I found the torn pieces of my ego in the trash last night.
As I sat to stitch it back together I heard you crying.
I tore it up again and locked myself out.
I couldn’t hear you anymore.
I don’t know if I’m right for this.
I forgot to unpack my emotions today.
I wasn’t yours when I returned, nor was anyone mine.
I haven’t heard you say my name in months.
I was overconfident.
I lose everything I desire.
I meant to tell you I love you.
I was incapable of repairing my kindness,...
1066 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 7:57am
31st Aug 2016 7:57am
there was nothing.
I threw tantrums when I was a man.
I made petty what others made big. Big is small.
I stroke my luck and drove love. Can’t take your foot off that pedal.
I thought from a different position
my perspective might have changed.
I was an egomaniac in my adolescence.
I took things to heart and gave mine away. Carelessly for fidelity’s sake.
It made me rust. Had me hating.
Waiting.
In my teens I had promise and belligerently wide eyes.
A numskull with a tiny secret, perhaps. Lust and glory.
Mostly, glory.
I hadn’t...
I made petty what others made big. Big is small.
I stroke my luck and drove love. Can’t take your foot off that pedal.
I thought from a different position
my perspective might have changed.
I was an egomaniac in my adolescence.
I took things to heart and gave mine away. Carelessly for fidelity’s sake.
It made me rust. Had me hating.
Waiting.
In my teens I had promise and belligerently wide eyes.
A numskull with a tiny secret, perhaps. Lust and glory.
Mostly, glory.
I hadn’t...
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 7:55am
31st Aug 2016 7:55am
Best Friend
The devil’s ruse
Call it a favour, you don’t get to choose.
Such a pity.
Someone to cry with - to cry for.
Someone to die with - to die for.
Someone to lie with - to lie for.
And lie they will.
On their whims, how swiftly we fold and flay.
On their tunes a heart soothes its dismay.
How they ruin and repair, entrust and ensnare, break in despair.
If love was shameless and butt naked in the streets, a best friend would gladly, alongside it, indifferently streak.
The kind of friend that’s hard to find, one that devours the heart and...
Call it a favour, you don’t get to choose.
Such a pity.
Someone to cry with - to cry for.
Someone to die with - to die for.
Someone to lie with - to lie for.
And lie they will.
On their whims, how swiftly we fold and flay.
On their tunes a heart soothes its dismay.
How they ruin and repair, entrust and ensnare, break in despair.
If love was shameless and butt naked in the streets, a best friend would gladly, alongside it, indifferently streak.
The kind of friend that’s hard to find, one that devours the heart and...
904 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 9:10pm
26th Aug 2016 9:10pm
Change
Forget that it means anything
callous hearts make callous lives
the afternoon’s light frittered ever so slightly
the breeze froze its march — then, resumed
now, the probing palms have ceased — languid cognizance
reeling from the unsettling cognition — crumbling
no surprise, another cycle catching up to what’s begun
with no restraints to hold them back
problems are pillows to cradle heavy heads
insinuating drama and despair; explode and fold again
subtle hints of tragedy and loss, lacking the lost
lemons go bad, nothing lasts.
And when it...
callous hearts make callous lives
the afternoon’s light frittered ever so slightly
the breeze froze its march — then, resumed
now, the probing palms have ceased — languid cognizance
reeling from the unsettling cognition — crumbling
no surprise, another cycle catching up to what’s begun
with no restraints to hold them back
problems are pillows to cradle heavy heads
insinuating drama and despair; explode and fold again
subtle hints of tragedy and loss, lacking the lost
lemons go bad, nothing lasts.
And when it...
721 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 9:08pm
26th Aug 2016 9:08pm
A Delicacy Upon The Tongue Of Madness
Two halves of the sky collide
Black horror on a white bride
Crimson carriers play — you flout
The ground spits the ranking out
No time to decay to brown
Insipid seals of dignity frown
Forfeiting futures of perplexed states
Forever translating in eternal wait
Mad reflections fear the mirrors
Unhealthy appetites for textbook sinners
Adrift in thought, tethered to strings
The fleeting joy profanity brings
Doubtless, slivers scathe innocent lust
Melodramatic reasons bloom from your bust
Time passes judgement — stay your mind...
Black horror on a white bride
Crimson carriers play — you flout
The ground spits the ranking out
No time to decay to brown
Insipid seals of dignity frown
Forfeiting futures of perplexed states
Forever translating in eternal wait
Mad reflections fear the mirrors
Unhealthy appetites for textbook sinners
Adrift in thought, tethered to strings
The fleeting joy profanity brings
Doubtless, slivers scathe innocent lust
Melodramatic reasons bloom from your bust
Time passes judgement — stay your mind...
696 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 8:13am
14th Aug 2016 8:13am
Off my head and into my c**t
842 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 8:10am
14th Aug 2016 8:10am
Mild Calibration
Break open the center and let it out
this nurtured, confounded realization of loneliness
as it spills. It gushes into the streets,
infecting everyone with an emptiness—unnoticed,
we’re walking amongst corpses that can’t smell their kind
till heads turn at the sound of someone living, screaming, writhing—
dying.
Like how we arrange lovers and hearts in cupboards in the mind
murderers and betrayers roam freely, they’re killed often
no room for consolidation and refinement, schedules don’t permit
the need to feel is greater than the need to believe...
this nurtured, confounded realization of loneliness
as it spills. It gushes into the streets,
infecting everyone with an emptiness—unnoticed,
we’re walking amongst corpses that can’t smell their kind
till heads turn at the sound of someone living, screaming, writhing—
dying.
Like how we arrange lovers and hearts in cupboards in the mind
murderers and betrayers roam freely, they’re killed often
no room for consolidation and refinement, schedules don’t permit
the need to feel is greater than the need to believe...
743 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2016 9:37am
4th Aug 2016 9:37am
Stonedhenge
I’ve wasted a good bit of my life doing this.
I am ashamed and chalk full of regret right now, but in a few minutes, all those terrible demons will be driven away.
I am expecting a package to be delivered.
Spent the whole day idling in wait. Lolling, rolling, indolently knolling my attention bell.
Listening, for that fateful moment when the car would ram through the building’s gates and park itself, figuratively, with the desired goods in tow, capriciously.
A few half hours away, in a thatched hut next to the railroad tracks that lead up to here, a sprightly old man...
I am ashamed and chalk full of regret right now, but in a few minutes, all those terrible demons will be driven away.
I am expecting a package to be delivered.
Spent the whole day idling in wait. Lolling, rolling, indolently knolling my attention bell.
Listening, for that fateful moment when the car would ram through the building’s gates and park itself, figuratively, with the desired goods in tow, capriciously.
A few half hours away, in a thatched hut next to the railroad tracks that lead up to here, a sprightly old man...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2016 9:35am
4th Aug 2016 9:35am
Reeling In The Stars
Without a thought, consciousness dawdles.
Here, there, everywhere. In the dark, the horizon’s alight.
Realizing the presence. Forgetting the essence
Feet feel filth. Dirt. Shit.
Mucking around. Failing eyes lie.
Lights are a ruse. Shadows are alive.
Morph into beasts, cannibals, men.
Shiver in the shell. Outside, it’s hell.
Outside - The mind. Inside - The world.
Demented faces drift slow. Relishing fear.
Then somewhere, the sky revealed a fragment of a million billions.
Perpetual bliss, inches from fingertips.
Reach out and...
Here, there, everywhere. In the dark, the horizon’s alight.
Realizing the presence. Forgetting the essence
Feet feel filth. Dirt. Shit.
Mucking around. Failing eyes lie.
Lights are a ruse. Shadows are alive.
Morph into beasts, cannibals, men.
Shiver in the shell. Outside, it’s hell.
Outside - The mind. Inside - The world.
Demented faces drift slow. Relishing fear.
Then somewhere, the sky revealed a fragment of a million billions.
Perpetual bliss, inches from fingertips.
Reach out and...
664 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 4:36am
31st Jul 2016 4:36am
Price Of A Day
Turning left triggers migraines
my eyelids graze flaring screens
that discharge cold lightning in to my brain
the asymptomatic essence dissolves in a shade of sepia
welcoming what will become another day in the mental calendar.
Uneasiness will creep into this calmly drifting hour
and fruitless realization will take root
ignoring what has become of the past, the morning
inviting what is to come, the afternoon, the evening, the night.
The following seconds are warped in flow
there is little time to let bygones go.
As light escapes...
my eyelids graze flaring screens
that discharge cold lightning in to my brain
the asymptomatic essence dissolves in a shade of sepia
welcoming what will become another day in the mental calendar.
Uneasiness will creep into this calmly drifting hour
and fruitless realization will take root
ignoring what has become of the past, the morning
inviting what is to come, the afternoon, the evening, the night.
The following seconds are warped in flow
there is little time to let bygones go.
As light escapes...
639 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 4:28am
31st Jul 2016 4:28am
Wishful Thinking
Let’s not even get to the heart of the matter.
Let’s dabble on the fringes of this childlike fascination.
That overgrown ball of imagination, the undisputed love and wonder,
The fear and reverence, the visual squalor.
Infinite eyes, Infinite lies.
Brushed aside for the sake of absolutely nothing.
Meticulous strokes across an endless canvas - Ripples of beauty in the mind’s eye.
Wish that it lasts forever.
Wish that you never die.
Let’s dabble on the fringes of this childlike fascination.
That overgrown ball of imagination, the undisputed love and wonder,
The fear and reverence, the visual squalor.
Infinite eyes, Infinite lies.
Brushed aside for the sake of absolutely nothing.
Meticulous strokes across an endless canvas - Ripples of beauty in the mind’s eye.
Wish that it lasts forever.
Wish that you never die.
658 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Jul 2016 5:22am
23rd Jul 2016 5:22am
f**k Knows (F.K.) - Red Moon
1085 reads
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