Submissions by Amalasuntha (hiatus)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 4:31pm
22nd Sep 2012 4:31pm
Home
I leave my skin
all ways I go
a paper trail behind me
it falls from me
bundles on doorsteps
secrets in landfill
I shed it
in the winter & summer
spring & autumn alike
sinew begins to show
alone in the street
in the house
in the darkness
my own printing press
spits papers of my life
& less & less my body
when I am nothing
but bone
I will have found a home.
all ways I go
a paper trail behind me
it falls from me
bundles on doorsteps
secrets in landfill
I shed it
in the winter & summer
spring & autumn alike
sinew begins to show
alone in the street
in the house
in the darkness
my own printing press
spits papers of my life
& less & less my body
when I am nothing
but bone
I will have found a home.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 1:22am
21st Sep 2012 1:22am
TO CAPITAL
I’m Feeling Capital Today
I Mustn’t Run Away
With My CAPITALS
SOME PEOPLE FIND IT STRANGE
So I WILL Exercise RESTRANT
And ONLY AT TIMES
When I Wish To EMPHASISE
I’LL SLAM THE CAPS LOCK ON
AND TYPE SHOUT ALL DAY LONG
IN MY GREEN ROOM WHERE NO ONE
CAN TELL ME I’M WRONG
I Mustn’t Run Away
With My CAPITALS
SOME PEOPLE FIND IT STRANGE
So I WILL Exercise RESTRANT
And ONLY AT TIMES
When I Wish To EMPHASISE
I’LL SLAM THE CAPS LOCK ON
AND TYPE SHOUT ALL DAY LONG
IN MY GREEN ROOM WHERE NO ONE
CAN TELL ME I’M WRONG
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 8:39pm
18th Sep 2012 8:39pm
Outsider
I watch.
I see them talk,
connect.
inane jokes fly
paper plane pith
& I still
don't care
& they still
don't care
& likely
they haven't seen me
they think
I'm stupid
I see them talk,
connect.
inane jokes fly
paper plane pith
& I still
don't care
& they still
don't care
& likely
they haven't seen me
they think
I'm stupid
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 4:38am
18th Sep 2012 4:38am
Roadkill
The woman readjusted the child seatbelt, which had fallen down.
It's a sign, she said.
She'd insisted on putting it in. He didn't like to ask.
She was sitting in the back seat and the contraption was in the front. He started the engine and they began to drive.
It's the safest car ever built. For road users, passengers, and pedestrians. Technology. It drives itself. Like a plane, how they take off and land, it's all pre set by a computer program. And you see, when it drives itself - no room for human error, see. You can't go wrong with this car.
He stopped....
It's a sign, she said.
She'd insisted on putting it in. He didn't like to ask.
She was sitting in the back seat and the contraption was in the front. He started the engine and they began to drive.
It's the safest car ever built. For road users, passengers, and pedestrians. Technology. It drives itself. Like a plane, how they take off and land, it's all pre set by a computer program. And you see, when it drives itself - no room for human error, see. You can't go wrong with this car.
He stopped....
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 2:31pm
16th Sep 2012 2:31pm
Bloodshot
a spider spins a fractal
while a gecko climbs the walls
hyena laughter
& a jazz band
echo in the absent halls
Freddie Kreuger's manicure
scrapes my scrapheap skull
bubble, boil,
creme brulee
the season is to cull
to wake, to wit, to wake
perchance to live
to tear the bard's whole work apart
find UCAS points in sieves
the carpet's made of nettles
the air is thick with trout
lashes caught fire
-maybe it's maybelline
I'll smoky stare them out
while a gecko climbs the walls
hyena laughter
& a jazz band
echo in the absent halls
Freddie Kreuger's manicure
scrapes my scrapheap skull
bubble, boil,
creme brulee
the season is to cull
to wake, to wit, to wake
perchance to live
to tear the bard's whole work apart
find UCAS points in sieves
the carpet's made of nettles
the air is thick with trout
lashes caught fire
-maybe it's maybelline
I'll smoky stare them out
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 7:07pm
7th Sep 2012 7:07pm
Decisions
The problem now
Is who am I
And would I do that thing
What kind of person am i
Now what kind of mind
Do I have
The guts do I have the courage
The necessary inhibition
Can I make myself clearer
I am not clear
I am murky
I am up the congo off to off
The Kurtz of my dreams
And find my heart of darkness
In light of which
I should probably wear the black socks
today
Is who am I
And would I do that thing
What kind of person am i
Now what kind of mind
Do I have
The guts do I have the courage
The necessary inhibition
Can I make myself clearer
I am not clear
I am murky
I am up the congo off to off
The Kurtz of my dreams
And find my heart of darkness
In light of which
I should probably wear the black socks
today
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 8:25am
30th Aug 2012 8:25am
\mry \\\\\\\v\CQT
her scratched up paws invesigate my lap and then my laptop
her dusty brown-black fur can make me cry
her thin bones are
a fragile charm
she nudges my typinghandsanf \i c
rests her cheek on the back
-O, that I were a glove
No more writing tonight
her dusty brown-black fur can make me cry
her thin bones are
a fragile charm
she nudges my typinghandsanf \i c
rests her cheek on the back
-O, that I were a glove
No more writing tonight
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Aug 2012 6:56am
26th Aug 2012 6:56am
Stephen King You Bastard
"Misery"
has kept me up all night-
that and coffee-
that and the face on the wall-
never again.
I began
Sweat & trembles
After this night
I am thinner
Of course I am
I have been imprisoned
in the crazy-lady's
burka goddess nightmare
I have felt my phantom foot itch
after she cut it off
if I close my eyes I can see the
toes
twitching
then there was the
candle in the cake
all because i would
ot stop bitchi g
about that fucki g -
but i can manage without a...
has kept me up all night-
that and coffee-
that and the face on the wall-
never again.
I began
Sweat & trembles
After this night
I am thinner
Of course I am
I have been imprisoned
in the crazy-lady's
burka goddess nightmare
I have felt my phantom foot itch
after she cut it off
if I close my eyes I can see the
toes
twitching
then there was the
candle in the cake
all because i would
ot stop bitchi g
about that fucki g -
but i can manage without a...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2012 1:06am
26th Aug 2012 1:06am
Intervention
a curiously common addiction:
I am prey to instant coffee
caffeine is my mission
it has never occurred to me
to sweeten it or milk it
and I've never liked tea
but four cups at 1:00
four teaspoons each
has got to stop
I am prey to instant coffee
caffeine is my mission
it has never occurred to me
to sweeten it or milk it
and I've never liked tea
but four cups at 1:00
four teaspoons each
has got to stop
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 11:20pm
23rd Aug 2012 11:20pm
Sunglasses for us all, please
Too late to choose
The droning of a saint inside a brothel
The groaning of a brothel in a saint
The Sangre Real so bright and warm
The honeyed hints of loss
They try to paint their tombstones acid pink
They try to make their twisted faces wink
To pigeon hole themselves inside destruction
To eat their tails and fail to note the taste
The scale that broods
The switches sliding behind one way mirrors
All this yet to come for you and solace too
The ghosts do exist inside your ceiling;
Tapping on the rooftiles
Fleet-swift little monkeys...
The droning of a saint inside a brothel
The groaning of a brothel in a saint
The Sangre Real so bright and warm
The honeyed hints of loss
They try to paint their tombstones acid pink
They try to make their twisted faces wink
To pigeon hole themselves inside destruction
To eat their tails and fail to note the taste
The scale that broods
The switches sliding behind one way mirrors
All this yet to come for you and solace too
The ghosts do exist inside your ceiling;
Tapping on the rooftiles
Fleet-swift little monkeys...
754 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 10:55pm
23rd Aug 2012 10:55pm
Re: Are you wearing something sexy?
old leggings
with go faster stripes
torn yellow panties
show a slice of my ass
one vest
“stonewash blue”
unwashed for days
two tit piercings
a biker bracelet
a claddagh necklace
& bed hair in a leggy band
adds a touch of class
so you tell me
am I getting you hot
or is it just steam
from your laptop
with go faster stripes
torn yellow panties
show a slice of my ass
one vest
“stonewash blue”
unwashed for days
two tit piercings
a biker bracelet
a claddagh necklace
& bed hair in a leggy band
adds a touch of class
so you tell me
am I getting you hot
or is it just steam
from your laptop
988 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 12:56pm
23rd Aug 2012 12:56pm
Mirage Man
Chameleon of black and white, come lean on me
Don’t sacrifice your death for some utopian ideal
Trapped in a topiary maze, no exits and no clues
Her eyes are on horizons your blindside will never see
As I gaze on slight images and wish my skin away
In folds of dust and plenty
Don’t you know it
Huddled in my greying stripes I talk as if I could
And you inflame my tired eyes with rope
And purple covers my eyes in the mornings but with you
I dare to think I’d make it by my measures
My nails are so short these days, my arms run miles long
My...
Don’t sacrifice your death for some utopian ideal
Trapped in a topiary maze, no exits and no clues
Her eyes are on horizons your blindside will never see
As I gaze on slight images and wish my skin away
In folds of dust and plenty
Don’t you know it
Huddled in my greying stripes I talk as if I could
And you inflame my tired eyes with rope
And purple covers my eyes in the mornings but with you
I dare to think I’d make it by my measures
My nails are so short these days, my arms run miles long
My...
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