Submissions by Alois_inwriting02 (Alois Cyprien d Bayeux)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
Today 2:50am
Today 2:50am
Bearing the weight of words; worlds
Well Mr.
Chinaski,
the wine's got me by the will,
(I'm sure you'd say my womans got me by the
balls)–
and though I respect your work I
can't quite say I'd agree–
wheat and
chaff.
Long after first light I
rise, my
head still
sagging to one
side—
waterlogged with the
Midnight Dew.
Hangover hounding,
baying at the
back door of my cranium.
McCarthy mixes with the
brain fog
and
both plume upward to some unseen
place in
kind,
I...
Chinaski,
the wine's got me by the will,
(I'm sure you'd say my womans got me by the
balls)–
and though I respect your work I
can't quite say I'd agree–
wheat and
chaff.
Long after first light I
rise, my
head still
sagging to one
side—
waterlogged with the
Midnight Dew.
Hangover hounding,
baying at the
back door of my cranium.
McCarthy mixes with the
brain fog
and
both plume upward to some unseen
place in
kind,
I...
#CharlesBukowski
#nonfiction
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2024 5:29am
14th May 2024 5:29am
L'état de nos échanges
My
nuance
cries wolf in
Their
world of
totalitarian
action.
nuance
cries wolf in
Their
world of
totalitarian
action.
#minimalist
#misunderstood
47 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
30th Apr 2024 11:01pm
On the Nose: "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
As I scratch away at the
innards of a
sickening shock yellow
spiral-bound notebook on my
tiny desk in the
corner
of a small bedroom,
a gnat buzzes about the bulb of an incandescent
lamp.
An incessant search for a
new
angle
from which to attack the
Same
light.
innards of a
sickening shock yellow
spiral-bound notebook on my
tiny desk in the
corner
of a small bedroom,
a gnat buzzes about the bulb of an incandescent
lamp.
An incessant search for a
new
angle
from which to attack the
Same
light.
#minimalist
#symbolism
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2024 6:01pm
1st Apr 2024 6:01pm
House of Charades, Easter Sunday
Two by two,
all but three file in
Led
round the necks in the
footprints of their forefathers
and the convictions of
those men,
to an old tennessee brick church,
tullahoma.
inside–
a time capsule.
An uncanny, anachronistic testament to the
power,
control...
and from the back he appears:
the beginnings of a bowl cut
improperly sized suit vest,
with a garish
pink
shirt and
tie to
match the flowers
laid out
by the altar.
Features of a formerly...
all but three file in
Led
round the necks in the
footprints of their forefathers
and the convictions of
those men,
to an old tennessee brick church,
tullahoma.
inside–
a time capsule.
An uncanny, anachronistic testament to the
power,
control...
and from the back he appears:
the beginnings of a bowl cut
improperly sized suit vest,
with a garish
pink
shirt and
tie to
match the flowers
laid out
by the altar.
Features of a formerly...
#Easter
#tradition
#manipulation #deception
#manipulation #deception
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 2:56am
30th Mar 2024 2:56am
My greatest vice; times
the
Liquor running between my lips
tasted just that much
sweeter
when it was drained from
the last drop of my
savings.
Because,
I'm all in that moment
and
in that moment,
all I am is laid bare—
sans-pretense,
everything fine.
Liquor running between my lips
tasted just that much
sweeter
when it was drained from
the last drop of my
savings.
Because,
I'm all in that moment
and
in that moment,
all I am is laid bare—
sans-pretense,
everything fine.
#alcohol
#escape
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2024 2:52am
30th Mar 2024 2:52am
Slow dancing to the faint hum of unrequited attraction
#rejection
#confusion
#bittersweet
78 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2024 2:35am
24th Mar 2024 2:35am
(My very own) Personal Hell
Morning began as any other,
straightening up my small room,
followed by
a marlboro red 100, skillet hash,
coffee.
Cherries and Berries
in my window
while simultaneously a youth and future squandered
pool at my feet
to the tune of cacophonous
wailing sirens.
"Sean Pokorney? Sean Pokorney? Sean..."
They
always told me I was built to race the clock
—trouble
is,
The clock got something of a head start.
I awake the next morn.
a small room smaller
in spite of its newfound...
straightening up my small room,
followed by
a marlboro red 100, skillet hash,
coffee.
Cherries and Berries
in my window
while simultaneously a youth and future squandered
pool at my feet
to the tune of cacophonous
wailing sirens.
"Sean Pokorney? Sean Pokorney? Sean..."
They
always told me I was built to race the clock
—trouble
is,
The clock got something of a head start.
I awake the next morn.
a small room smaller
in spite of its newfound...
#regret
#loneliness
#conflict #disappointment
#conflict #disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2024 5:19pm
23rd Mar 2024 5:19pm
Governor's broke
I reckon now that
it takes
a sudden, violent gust of wind
on the freeway, doing 90.
it takes 90 mi/hr
and
the violent wind
to call forth from the yawning Void in my chest
a brief smirk–
a fleeting half smile
or–
Standing.
Precariously perched underneath the
pointed tip of the bottle.
(a rather- damoclesian
affair).
it takes
a sudden, violent gust of wind
on the freeway, doing 90.
it takes 90 mi/hr
and
the violent wind
to call forth from the yawning Void in my chest
a brief smirk–
a fleeting half smile
or–
Standing.
Precariously perched underneath the
pointed tip of the bottle.
(a rather- damoclesian
affair).
#addiction
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost #emptiness
#FeelingLost #emptiness
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2024 5:14pm
23rd Mar 2024 5:14pm
(Her)
Fuck, can I miss
Her.
Sure, peace
support
care
sex and
all the other masculine platitudes,
really more than any fella-
let alone one beset by
this
affliction could ever ask for- in this indifferent place
at that.
Though I should say
I partake of the fruits
begat of
this, wretched gift, an improper
fraction—
Astute. Aimless, Agony
—bittersweet as it is,
enables me to miss
the little things, too.
I miss the blood-red twilight sun
licking the horizon...
Her.
Sure, peace
support
care
sex and
all the other masculine platitudes,
really more than any fella-
let alone one beset by
this
affliction could ever ask for- in this indifferent place
at that.
Though I should say
I partake of the fruits
begat of
this, wretched gift, an improper
fraction—
Astute. Aimless, Agony
—bittersweet as it is,
enables me to miss
the little things, too.
I miss the blood-red twilight sun
licking the horizon...
#love
#relationships
#romantic #beauty
#romantic #beauty
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2024 10:29pm
22nd Mar 2024 10:29pm
Straight Back to It.
My Arctic Sunrise is nigh.
To think
that all along
–I still had it.
It wasn't the bottle (yet)
But I pour mine out.
Clambering from my insular chamber
my being is
embraced by the pale yellow light of the
northern sun.
Though I stand a mere shivering 132 lbs.,
I'm washed over with a certain solidity,
Fortitude.
"one must imagine Sisyphus happy, eh?"
I pandiculate,
my fingertips scraping the clouds as
my skin pulls
taut
over my ribcage
To think
that all along
–I still had it.
It wasn't the bottle (yet)
But I pour mine out.
Clambering from my insular chamber
my being is
embraced by the pale yellow light of the
northern sun.
Though I stand a mere shivering 132 lbs.,
I'm washed over with a certain solidity,
Fortitude.
"one must imagine Sisyphus happy, eh?"
I pandiculate,
my fingertips scraping the clouds as
my skin pulls
taut
over my ribcage
#hope
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2024 10:24pm
22nd Mar 2024 10:24pm
Pork-Adjacent (Piggin' on a Sunday Afternoon)
He opens and closes his hammy fist with a revolting inelegance
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless
The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless
The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...
#frustration
#bittersweet
#humankind
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