Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Experiences as well.
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2013 6:35am
18th Aug 2013 6:35am
Lament of oak
If life seems easy like
orange fish in aquarium
my old tears gallops
fresh painted doors
how badly i ache to be
...yours
sloth moth
impedes perplexed oceanic
shadows engulfed by dyed black
scratching for
honey and sun
holding her heels over over and over the pages
your numbered letters like
stick teases...
orange fish in aquarium
my old tears gallops
fresh painted doors
how badly i ache to be
...yours
sloth moth
impedes perplexed oceanic
shadows engulfed by dyed black
scratching for
honey and sun
holding her heels over over and over the pages
your numbered letters like
stick teases...
687 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 9:34am
14th Aug 2013 9:34am
If you wish to stay
Come by seaside weaving heaven's mighty fate
begot by tender moon
i see your beauteous face
from my ripened dream
your touch blazes
foamed hearts
the casting charm in
your verses,
like night clutched in trees
running unbridled
murmur of twilight
wanders sleeping
shore gently
lay close dear
silently whispering
to stay.
begot by tender moon
i see your beauteous face
from my ripened dream
your touch blazes
foamed hearts
the casting charm in
your verses,
like night clutched in trees
running unbridled
murmur of twilight
wanders sleeping
shore gently
lay close dear
silently whispering
to stay.
716 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 6:44am
13th Aug 2013 6:44am
New City
The key to working
with what is so deeply unwanted
is to let go of the ideas
(the thoughts)
about how we shouldn't be sick
and what will happen to us if we remain sick.
Somehow we have to respect the illness, welcome it
enter into it
we surrender and say okay
what have you to teach me?
about letting go of control
about slowing down
about tasting the full experience of a moment
the light the sound the quality of our mood
of our pain
the sight of dust or birds or nothing special
respecting all that ...
with what is so deeply unwanted
is to let go of the ideas
(the thoughts)
about how we shouldn't be sick
and what will happen to us if we remain sick.
Somehow we have to respect the illness, welcome it
enter into it
we surrender and say okay
what have you to teach me?
about letting go of control
about slowing down
about tasting the full experience of a moment
the light the sound the quality of our mood
of our pain
the sight of dust or birds or nothing special
respecting all that ...
759 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 8:20am
28th Feb 2012 8:20am
Colours of courtroom
Black and White is
colour of court
but i can see so many colours
Leading
Objecting
&
Sustaining
between the cases.
The red hands cuffed
in the dock for trial for
acts undefined by exceptions.
Minor's yellow frills yelled
to show red
rained jam in her pink
as...
colour of court
but i can see so many colours
Leading
Objecting
&
Sustaining
between the cases.
The red hands cuffed
in the dock for trial for
acts undefined by exceptions.
Minor's yellow frills yelled
to show red
rained jam in her pink
as...
801 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 5:51pm
26th Feb 2012 5:51pm
The pink carnations
You were peeping behind bride
with those cute and curious eyes
tickling with each twinkle
you came running into my arms
like you were my own
and an analogous carnated copy
i lifted you as your angel head was
resting on my breasts so secure
and the tiny peanuts playing kittenish
with my jewelweed
for you're prettier and divine
than my carnated pink carnations.
with those cute and curious eyes
tickling with each twinkle
you came running into my arms
like you were my own
and an analogous carnated copy
i lifted you as your angel head was
resting on my breasts so secure
and the tiny peanuts playing kittenish
with my jewelweed
for you're prettier and divine
than my carnated pink carnations.
791 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 7:02pm
25th Feb 2012 7:02pm
The monk with monkey tail
Faithful sea whipped and bruised
by those numerous waves and tides
still sustaining the hard shelled
turtles and snails as they sail
their dreamy system
undisturbed by the taunting waves.
and even after the molecular
gas fills the lungs of universe
the sun won't scrap its write offs.
Till then the monk with monkey tail
doesn't wish
to be a another bee to
buzz and...
by those numerous waves and tides
still sustaining the hard shelled
turtles and snails as they sail
their dreamy system
undisturbed by the taunting waves.
and even after the molecular
gas fills the lungs of universe
the sun won't scrap its write offs.
Till then the monk with monkey tail
doesn't wish
to be a another bee to
buzz and...
658 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 1:30pm
23rd Feb 2012 1:30pm
Born to be Un(born)
Unpaired lives paired in Death
like matchstick and candle wick.
Deflected particles approbated in the reflected light
)For i was born not to born again(
won't not carry forward today to tomorrow
and march with the crowd with
lamenting lamps in their mortal hands.
A thirst that grows with each drink
inverse to its inherent nature
For meditation is the...
like matchstick and candle wick.
Deflected particles approbated in the reflected light
)For i was born not to born again(
won't not carry forward today to tomorrow
and march with the crowd with
lamenting lamps in their mortal hands.
A thirst that grows with each drink
inverse to its inherent nature
For meditation is the...
782 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 6:44pm
5th Feb 2012 6:44pm
Gamble of ego-ERR-OR-GO
The gamble of ego,
why do they bet
their wit
trying to win the psuedo
extracting game,
all i do is to giggle(in Good Faith)
within and
blink behind the silent screen
i really don't wanna walk off as
it's an ironically interesting one ...
why do they bet
their wit
trying to win the psuedo
extracting game,
all i do is to giggle(in Good Faith)
within and
blink behind the silent screen
i really don't wanna walk off as
it's an ironically interesting one ...
924 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 7:37pm
14th Jan 2012 7:37pm
A path more travelled[A collab with JJ Johnson(poetryman)]
There is something, some energy that dwells within
Some otherworldly being connected to all other life
When the electromagnetic aura of the body ceases to exist
Where does the spirit go, what happens to the soul?
What force exerts the weight of twenty-one grams on gravity
That once the cocoon of birth gives way to the after-life
Is measured momentarily after the final breath released
When escape lifts beyond our grasp or falls eternally
Does pain follow as a comets tail or can we let it go? ...
Some otherworldly being connected to all other life
When the electromagnetic aura of the body ceases to exist
Where does the spirit go, what happens to the soul?
What force exerts the weight of twenty-one grams on gravity
That once the cocoon of birth gives way to the after-life
Is measured momentarily after the final breath released
When escape lifts beyond our grasp or falls eternally
Does pain follow as a comets tail or can we let it go? ...
892 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 11:55am
9th Jan 2012 11:55am
Death begins at conception[A collaboration with Poetryman(JJ Johnson)]
Conjoined in the swirling lather of smeg
Most die soon after the joy of the lay
Blueprints infused with semen and egg
Clean slates or copies, who is to say?
Death is the laughing cracks
in the walls of aging life,
The demonic weed,
On which life dopes.
Death darkens life,
as the tea bag
bleeds out,
in the steamy
achromatic breathe,
Death is the deafened
justice,
that pronounces
decree at birth
Value determined, justice delayed
Dying begins for what it's worth
Until galloween...
Most die soon after the joy of the lay
Blueprints infused with semen and egg
Clean slates or copies, who is to say?
Death is the laughing cracks
in the walls of aging life,
The demonic weed,
On which life dopes.
Death darkens life,
as the tea bag
bleeds out,
in the steamy
achromatic breathe,
Death is the deafened
justice,
that pronounces
decree at birth
Value determined, justice delayed
Dying begins for what it's worth
Until galloween...
817 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2012 11:36am
3rd Jan 2012 11:36am
A token of gratitude (for the competition "dedication to the DU webmistress!")
She provided a refuge
to the fertile fanatics of poetry,
Mistress of the private galaxy,
where we can fly our planes of imagination
to the highest altitudes,
A compass which
outlines our imaginal cells,
She is the verve of the current
flowing through this site
enabling us to weld
our emotions and writings together,
the stock exchange of poetry
where the artists can list their
rhythmic literary work,
A prophet to the liberal religion
where the poetic patrons can
compose...
to the fertile fanatics of poetry,
Mistress of the private galaxy,
where we can fly our planes of imagination
to the highest altitudes,
A compass which
outlines our imaginal cells,
She is the verve of the current
flowing through this site
enabling us to weld
our emotions and writings together,
the stock exchange of poetry
where the artists can list their
rhythmic literary work,
A prophet to the liberal religion
where the poetic patrons can
compose...
760 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 6:03pm
23rd Dec 2011 6:03pm
Waiting for you
I slid my hands quickly into,
the black moncler jacket
zipped it up,
as to insulate myself
against the chilling cold
putting on the hood,
I reeled down the stairs.
I stepped out of the
electrifying icy iron gate.
While i was talking
to my mother,
I'd see the smoke coming out
as i mumbled...
the black moncler jacket
zipped it up,
as to insulate myself
against the chilling cold
putting on the hood,
I reeled down the stairs.
I stepped out of the
electrifying icy iron gate.
While i was talking
to my mother,
I'd see the smoke coming out
as i mumbled...
840 reads
0 Comments
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