Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 11:27pm
22nd Nov 2013 11:27pm
Deceit
Ah deceit, you wicked bastard
creeping up uninvited, as always
no one sees you coming
none will know when you’re gone
your delicious lies stay but for an instant
and here still, you find a cue
to salt the exposed wounds.
You were never missed
your many forms, vibrant faces
the infamy and calumny
stories unchecked and forgotten
buried under the moniker of bygones.
Yet the scars remain,
deep cuts betrayal, but never fills.
The entrusted deceiver
your snake in the grass
silence is deadlier than a sharp...
creeping up uninvited, as always
no one sees you coming
none will know when you’re gone
your delicious lies stay but for an instant
and here still, you find a cue
to salt the exposed wounds.
You were never missed
your many forms, vibrant faces
the infamy and calumny
stories unchecked and forgotten
buried under the moniker of bygones.
Yet the scars remain,
deep cuts betrayal, but never fills.
The entrusted deceiver
your snake in the grass
silence is deadlier than a sharp...
960 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 10:56am
5th Nov 2013 10:56am
Love
The arrogance of affection
boasting and scattering tidings
as if there is nothing else important
in the world left to admire;
That is love.
An affliction of desperation and slavery,
manipulative and overbearing in the wrong hands
yet its mesmerizing lull woos hearts tougher than stone.
To some, a weakness
to others, a strength
a responsibility, for all
meant to refrain thought and will.
Hypocrites thrive here as well
confessing and digressing at the drop of a hat
love lies at home while lust...
boasting and scattering tidings
as if there is nothing else important
in the world left to admire;
That is love.
An affliction of desperation and slavery,
manipulative and overbearing in the wrong hands
yet its mesmerizing lull woos hearts tougher than stone.
To some, a weakness
to others, a strength
a responsibility, for all
meant to refrain thought and will.
Hypocrites thrive here as well
confessing and digressing at the drop of a hat
love lies at home while lust...
992 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2013 7:10pm
27th Oct 2013 7:10pm
Disappointments for sale (inclusive of despair)
It consists of this,
all of it and none
I found solace in that
which I could not hold
but only cherish as fond memoirs
of a terrible moment in time
Never full, never empty
it turned into an addiction
derogation of the unwise, with no premise
bawls and shrieks have no place here
this is silent lucidity capsized
hundreds of expressions explaining one thing
one thing that explains it all
Destination: lost
with no means to propel the self
into a promising new day,
pray tell, what will break down the wall ...
all of it and none
I found solace in that
which I could not hold
but only cherish as fond memoirs
of a terrible moment in time
Never full, never empty
it turned into an addiction
derogation of the unwise, with no premise
bawls and shrieks have no place here
this is silent lucidity capsized
hundreds of expressions explaining one thing
one thing that explains it all
Destination: lost
with no means to propel the self
into a promising new day,
pray tell, what will break down the wall ...
1118 reads
21 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2013 9:29pm
20th Oct 2013 9:29pm
I cannot impress a poet
You were amazing, I’d like to think so.
While you constantly scorned your finest poems
I’d squander on the disincentive ruins of a thoughtless mind
coaxing my envy to calm.
I longed to see what you saw and how you saw it.
You became the conquest,
the prize of my eyes, to affection’s surprise.
I started playing with words and sentences I had never read nor said before,
reading Plath and Baudelaire to join in your mind’s conversation.
Always striving to surpass your expectations of me, expecting nothing.
I gazed at you often, marveling at your...
While you constantly scorned your finest poems
I’d squander on the disincentive ruins of a thoughtless mind
coaxing my envy to calm.
I longed to see what you saw and how you saw it.
You became the conquest,
the prize of my eyes, to affection’s surprise.
I started playing with words and sentences I had never read nor said before,
reading Plath and Baudelaire to join in your mind’s conversation.
Always striving to surpass your expectations of me, expecting nothing.
I gazed at you often, marveling at your...
1182 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 9:27am
14th Oct 2013 9:27am
Of art and articulation
Indolence always gets the best of me
I feel like a jab
painting images without metaphors,
avoiding the intense visions of the lot
Indifferent, inebriated.
All demons slayed. Spread eagle.
Life seems to be a hassle,
in two ways on the same street
I am the attention whore
who wants to be left alone
Pushing them back only draws them closer
Today is no different,
a muse, a good laugh, a realization
my schedule is full again.
I just want to spend my time
anything else lacks luster
Goal: (noun)
1. aim, 2. end,...
I feel like a jab
painting images without metaphors,
avoiding the intense visions of the lot
Indifferent, inebriated.
All demons slayed. Spread eagle.
Life seems to be a hassle,
in two ways on the same street
I am the attention whore
who wants to be left alone
Pushing them back only draws them closer
Today is no different,
a muse, a good laugh, a realization
my schedule is full again.
I just want to spend my time
anything else lacks luster
Goal: (noun)
1. aim, 2. end,...
1033 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 00:48am
13th Oct 2013 00:48am
Truly,
Betrayal invites itself for dinner
when the murky air won’t lift
revealing the shattered facade
that's rebuilding a fallen idol.
There are pieces scattered afar
of resolution and calm that wouldn’t stay
choking on the whims of forlorn affection
the rope is cut, the fall is long.
Down at the bottom, strangers are friends
sirens are lures and the moon has a heart
quietly lay sleeping, anger is dreaming
marriage is the fury of destiny’s wrath.
when the murky air won’t lift
revealing the shattered facade
that's rebuilding a fallen idol.
There are pieces scattered afar
of resolution and calm that wouldn’t stay
choking on the whims of forlorn affection
the rope is cut, the fall is long.
Down at the bottom, strangers are friends
sirens are lures and the moon has a heart
quietly lay sleeping, anger is dreaming
marriage is the fury of destiny’s wrath.
957 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 11:37am
5th Oct 2013 11:37am
Shelf x-planet ore (e) ....[Sean Connery's accent]
I'm terrible at times...
So,
I try and salvage what verve remains
after curbing the chaos of my thoughts
to make up for the atrocity
that is me.
Then, I'm not so terrible.
So,
I try and salvage what verve remains
after curbing the chaos of my thoughts
to make up for the atrocity
that is me.
Then, I'm not so terrible.
991 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 1:22pm
3rd Oct 2013 1:22pm
Stealing cigarettes
After I thought it through
the stigma felt abused
I cycled through the minds of others
exposing their consensus to my senses
for better or worse, I don't discriminate
I do, however, hate
without a second thought
suddenly, void of reason
in passing or in wait I would
indifferently abuse the scarred stature
what remained was waste
letting me think is a sin
there is no god who can forgive my mind
not that I condone the plundering of others
it's just that my father will never know.
the stigma felt abused
I cycled through the minds of others
exposing their consensus to my senses
for better or worse, I don't discriminate
I do, however, hate
without a second thought
suddenly, void of reason
in passing or in wait I would
indifferently abuse the scarred stature
what remained was waste
letting me think is a sin
there is no god who can forgive my mind
not that I condone the plundering of others
it's just that my father will never know.
962 reads
28 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 7:55pm
27th Sep 2013 7:55pm
Zwo, drei, vier
Electricity is talking; we understand
losing interest in conversations. creating land.
droplets of ice define the day
August ends in the middle of May
intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth
the hands fail; a dumbed feeling
Eins, the seeing blind have never seen
on screen, a shape of many faces
in through the open windows outdoors
smoke dries the unseen. air dry.
so paragon goners repulse the cleaver
the system has failed
so much detail to attention
when pink isn’t even a color
time is wasted on time itself
unfortunate...
losing interest in conversations. creating land.
droplets of ice define the day
August ends in the middle of May
intrepid peeling; scabs of the earth
the hands fail; a dumbed feeling
Eins, the seeing blind have never seen
on screen, a shape of many faces
in through the open windows outdoors
smoke dries the unseen. air dry.
so paragon goners repulse the cleaver
the system has failed
so much detail to attention
when pink isn’t even a color
time is wasted on time itself
unfortunate...
1066 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Sep 2013 10:30am
19th Sep 2013 10:30am
Land of the Free, Home of the Racists
1272 reads
23 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 8:05pm
15th Sep 2013 8:05pm
Shimmy
in the distance
if i squint, will i see you?
dancing away under the stars
before the eyes of those you allure
i have grown weaker in your presence
exposed and vulnerable
it's not your charm
that which i so admire
or your ferocious mind
that ever seeks answers
not even your thirst
for the world and its colors
your shimmy tilts me
a beautiful work of art in motion
it's those eyes that see truth in things
in the hearts
in innocence and impudence
if i could love a thought
i would think only of you
far away in the...
if i squint, will i see you?
dancing away under the stars
before the eyes of those you allure
i have grown weaker in your presence
exposed and vulnerable
it's not your charm
that which i so admire
or your ferocious mind
that ever seeks answers
not even your thirst
for the world and its colors
your shimmy tilts me
a beautiful work of art in motion
it's those eyes that see truth in things
in the hearts
in innocence and impudence
if i could love a thought
i would think only of you
far away in the...
1076 reads
18 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 11:33am
11th Sep 2013 11:33am
tongue in nose
lettuce re-deem ahh...selves
hear the reign falls plane
swimming threw the bodies ajar
that coal-lie-did infinitely
I saw pur-versions in half
and trepid-ey-shun full on intimid-eighting
the spy ying I of the sky oh-were
were all butt mewt
the four-front (g)listens
with REM-nints of Die-generate sea-curs
from A tie-im B 4 the prez-zent
are-rye-wing own lee to lur-urn
that re(a)demption kah-unt be sawt.
hear the reign falls plane
swimming threw the bodies ajar
that coal-lie-did infinitely
I saw pur-versions in half
and trepid-ey-shun full on intimid-eighting
the spy ying I of the sky oh-were
were all butt mewt
the four-front (g)listens
with REM-nints of Die-generate sea-curs
from A tie-im B 4 the prez-zent
are-rye-wing own lee to lur-urn
that re(a)demption kah-unt be sawt.
885 reads
12 Comments
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