Submissions by Allison_Wonderland
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"After all, it seems to me that the truth, no matter what it is, is not so dreadful as uncertainty."
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 8:54pm
21st Jul 2014 8:54pm
The Missing Piece
I am a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle.
If I could pinpoint who ripped me apart
And scattered my pieces like bread for birds,
I'm not sure if I'd hug them or hurt them.
I guess that would depend upon whether
Or not I could pinpoint exactly who
had put them together in the first place.
If I could pinpoint who ripped me apart
And scattered my pieces like bread for birds,
I'm not sure if I'd hug them or hurt them.
I guess that would depend upon whether
Or not I could pinpoint exactly who
had put them together in the first place.
722 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 11:26pm
20th Jul 2014 11:26pm
On Silence to the Blind
The unseen moonlight that touches his face
Is justification enough for his
useless celebration of self-pity.
The silence makes him think about silence.
Silence added to blindness makes the air
seem toxic. The quiet is equivalent
to death slower than a burning cigar.
He thinks until a deafening siren
breaks the fearful silence to remind him
that he still remains partially alive,
To remind him that with the eviction
of sight comes the need to adjust to life
as the basket case he's grudgingly become.
Is justification enough for his
useless celebration of self-pity.
The silence makes him think about silence.
Silence added to blindness makes the air
seem toxic. The quiet is equivalent
to death slower than a burning cigar.
He thinks until a deafening siren
breaks the fearful silence to remind him
that he still remains partially alive,
To remind him that with the eviction
of sight comes the need to adjust to life
as the basket case he's grudgingly become.
730 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 10:35pm
13th Jul 2014 10:35pm
Lunacy
If writing poetry was your thing,
And you wrote a poem for me,
I imagine it'd go something like this:
"Who is the world to define what's insane?
Why is it normal for society to deem you crazy
Enough times for your naive soul to believe it?
I'm here to let you know that your theoretical madness
Is what makes this world so beautiful.
And I welcome the world to disagree,
For, after all, isn't the denial of compliments
The most natural of phenomena?"
And you wrote a poem for me,
I imagine it'd go something like this:
"Who is the world to define what's insane?
Why is it normal for society to deem you crazy
Enough times for your naive soul to believe it?
I'm here to let you know that your theoretical madness
Is what makes this world so beautiful.
And I welcome the world to disagree,
For, after all, isn't the denial of compliments
The most natural of phenomena?"
847 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 4:50am
9th Jul 2014 4:50am
The Motherf**ker
Dark Sunday mornings
at the deserted subway station,
she waits far from the man smelling like piss
for the train back uptown.
She comes
from a place where her name
is neither asked nor given,
From a place where perfume
is used to cover up the smell
of her own cheap perfume,
From a place where she loses: Loses
her pride, her mind, any hope for change.
But she's learned to lose
less tears than she lost last year.
She gains very little from such losses:
Just enough...
at the deserted subway station,
she waits far from the man smelling like piss
for the train back uptown.
She comes
from a place where her name
is neither asked nor given,
From a place where perfume
is used to cover up the smell
of her own cheap perfume,
From a place where she loses: Loses
her pride, her mind, any hope for change.
But she's learned to lose
less tears than she lost last year.
She gains very little from such losses:
Just enough...
657 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 10:53pm
13th Jun 2014 10:53pm
Haikus of Humanity: A Single Grain
Sunlight reflecting
From the ocean of her eyes
Reminds me of stone.
The stone has no face,
But it sparkles the language
Of the universe.
The universe says,
"You're collectively one grain
Of colorless sand."
The sand forms beaches
Of history, and makes love
To the vast ocean.
The ocean knows all.
Your eyes tell time's full story.
They know the language.
From the ocean of her eyes
Reminds me of stone.
The stone has no face,
But it sparkles the language
Of the universe.
The universe says,
"You're collectively one grain
Of colorless sand."
The sand forms beaches
Of history, and makes love
To the vast ocean.
The ocean knows all.
Your eyes tell time's full story.
They know the language.
674 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 9:24pm
13th Jun 2014 9:24pm
Wasted Time
I'm always wrong.
I should have known
I never needed you.
I don't remember
The last time
I wanted you,
But I stayed
Because I like
To think
I'm always right.
I should have known
I never needed you.
I don't remember
The last time
I wanted you,
But I stayed
Because I like
To think
I'm always right.
690 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 10:30pm
7th Jun 2014 10:30pm
You Didn't Want Much
Truth isn't enough.
I need words to do justice.
I'm alive; soul's ignited.
I've overcome the numbness.
I'm far from your mind,
But your memory is enough
To keep me content forever.
My love was never a bluff.
Before we were both bored.
We had too much free time.
Smoked and slept until dark,
And to think that was our prime…
You don't want to see me.
We can never talk again,
But you'll live in me forever
Unlike any of those other men.
I never wished for less than you,
But I could never handle...
I need words to do justice.
I'm alive; soul's ignited.
I've overcome the numbness.
I'm far from your mind,
But your memory is enough
To keep me content forever.
My love was never a bluff.
Before we were both bored.
We had too much free time.
Smoked and slept until dark,
And to think that was our prime…
You don't want to see me.
We can never talk again,
But you'll live in me forever
Unlike any of those other men.
I never wished for less than you,
But I could never handle...
697 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2014 6:17am
31st May 2014 6:17am
A Note to My Past
You follow me around like a shadow.
When my days are full of sunlight,
You are never more than a step away,
Yet when I'd like a companion in the rain,
You are nowhere to be found.
You follow me around like a shadow.
While it's impossible to deny your existence,
You have absolutely no depth.
Although I see you, I cannot grasp you.
You will never be real.
You follow me around like a shadow.
In a manner quite similar to a dog chasing its tail, I tried to escape, but
You are the result of my existence.
Yet, your brainless self is...
When my days are full of sunlight,
You are never more than a step away,
Yet when I'd like a companion in the rain,
You are nowhere to be found.
You follow me around like a shadow.
While it's impossible to deny your existence,
You have absolutely no depth.
Although I see you, I cannot grasp you.
You will never be real.
You follow me around like a shadow.
In a manner quite similar to a dog chasing its tail, I tried to escape, but
You are the result of my existence.
Yet, your brainless self is...
772 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2014 8:19pm
27th May 2014 8:19pm
The Absence of Confines
I dwell in the walls,
Ceilings and floors
Of the universe;
In the soul
Of every ghost;
And in the mind
Of every human
Awake at night
In awe of
The perplexity
My existence
Bestows upon them,
They who cannot
Comprehend
How one can
Have no limits.
Ceilings and floors
Of the universe;
In the soul
Of every ghost;
And in the mind
Of every human
Awake at night
In awe of
The perplexity
My existence
Bestows upon them,
They who cannot
Comprehend
How one can
Have no limits.
947 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 6:52pm
30th Jan 2014 6:52pm
Pollock in Words
Poetry should simultaneously sing the song
of everybody, somebody, and nobody.
It should, like a Pollock painting,
rapidly and mysteriously make a mess
of that which is accepted as truth.
Poetry should rip open scabs
until pages are soaked in blood
of both reader and writer
to remind us that
although our scars hold novel shapes,
we all bleed the color of the devil.
In this reminder, poetry should
stitch up each wound it's created.
of everybody, somebody, and nobody.
It should, like a Pollock painting,
rapidly and mysteriously make a mess
of that which is accepted as truth.
Poetry should rip open scabs
until pages are soaked in blood
of both reader and writer
to remind us that
although our scars hold novel shapes,
we all bleed the color of the devil.
In this reminder, poetry should
stitch up each wound it's created.
700 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 8:47pm
29th Jan 2014 8:47pm
Limit
Line it up on the mirror in shame.
I can see I am the one to blame.
More and more, I desire.
It burns me like a fire
Too beautiful to extinguish the flame.
I can see I am the one to blame.
More and more, I desire.
It burns me like a fire
Too beautiful to extinguish the flame.
832 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 8:44pm
29th Jan 2014 8:44pm
One, Two, Screw My Shoe
Five, ten
It was easy back then
When stress was just an abstraction.
Fifteen, twenty
Drugs, I had plenty
And didn't worry about distraction.
Twenty-five, thirty
While I remained flirty,
I wished to find meaningful attraction.
Thirty-five, forty
With not even a story
Of interesting action.
Forty-five, fifty
Sipping on warm whiskey
Yearning for satisfaction.
Fifty-five, sixty
Wandering the city
Lost in life's chain reactions.
Sixty-five, seventy
Feeling the penalty ...
It was easy back then
When stress was just an abstraction.
Fifteen, twenty
Drugs, I had plenty
And didn't worry about distraction.
Twenty-five, thirty
While I remained flirty,
I wished to find meaningful attraction.
Thirty-five, forty
With not even a story
Of interesting action.
Forty-five, fifty
Sipping on warm whiskey
Yearning for satisfaction.
Fifty-five, sixty
Wandering the city
Lost in life's chain reactions.
Sixty-five, seventy
Feeling the penalty ...
602 reads
3 Comments
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