Submissions by Amused_Muse (Tainted_Muse)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Chinese food,feminism,lush forests and good tattoos
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 5:39pm
3rd Apr 2017 5:39pm
Redeemed
Even who, not long ago saw
surviving eighty years exchanged eternity.
Although no mention assured those mistook for God.
Who program and act sex,
Its infinite variety and languages entertaining.
But if I use it, they call me a entertainer.
Indeed in those who be preachers,
or the least amusing people, culture watchers, and worriers will know aberrations.
There is no shortage observed and recorded in its conversion into art.
But most I believe, have barely begun.
-DJL2017 ®
surviving eighty years exchanged eternity.
Although no mention assured those mistook for God.
Who program and act sex,
Its infinite variety and languages entertaining.
But if I use it, they call me a entertainer.
Indeed in those who be preachers,
or the least amusing people, culture watchers, and worriers will know aberrations.
There is no shortage observed and recorded in its conversion into art.
But most I believe, have barely begun.
-DJL2017 ®
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 5:38pm
3rd Apr 2017 5:38pm
The Medium is the Metaphor
The Medium Is The Metaphor"
At different, different cities the radiating
spirit, late example was of radicalism.
A shot - the shot that came at the heart.
In the symbol the wretched from all over the world land their strange languages and stranger ways.
The big shoulders amd heavy winds, came to where time is no such statue.
Look to its symbol girl.
For a idea, the spirit which all discourse takes the form of-
Our religion. ®
-DJL2017
At different, different cities the radiating
spirit, late example was of radicalism.
A shot - the shot that came at the heart.
In the symbol the wretched from all over the world land their strange languages and stranger ways.
The big shoulders amd heavy winds, came to where time is no such statue.
Look to its symbol girl.
For a idea, the spirit which all discourse takes the form of-
Our religion. ®
-DJL2017
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 7:04am
3rd Apr 2017 7:04am
"Love like religion,worship left unsaid" (from my blackout poetry project)
Formidable more in study the idea that forms particular content capable of making images.
Any likeness of heaven or the earth or the water beneath.
I wondered why these people were to symbolize strange assumed connection between human and hazard.
Being an abstract deity rendered in graphic forms, unprecedented blasphemy so a new god from image might reflect on this injunction.
But wrong I believe, a dominant preoccupation.
The primal indispensable medium.
It made us human, defines what this is.
Convenient to speak about things the same way.
We know...
Any likeness of heaven or the earth or the water beneath.
I wondered why these people were to symbolize strange assumed connection between human and hazard.
Being an abstract deity rendered in graphic forms, unprecedented blasphemy so a new god from image might reflect on this injunction.
But wrong I believe, a dominant preoccupation.
The primal indispensable medium.
It made us human, defines what this is.
Convenient to speak about things the same way.
We know...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 7:03am
3rd Apr 2017 7:03am
Untitled (from my blackout poetry project)
While I do not know exactly what once
the smoke signals of,
I can guess that it includes argument.
Puffs of smoke are complex to the nature of existence.
Either he reached his axiom.to form, excludes the content.
As implausible that our world shape, a man's body is irrelevant to ideas.
In smoke signals it is relevant, the image would overwhelm logical or spiritual which to say gives conversation in images, not words.
Decline demands different content.
You form works against still another.
Complexity makes what did not exist-
exist.
A...
the smoke signals of,
I can guess that it includes argument.
Puffs of smoke are complex to the nature of existence.
Either he reached his axiom.to form, excludes the content.
As implausible that our world shape, a man's body is irrelevant to ideas.
In smoke signals it is relevant, the image would overwhelm logical or spiritual which to say gives conversation in images, not words.
Decline demands different content.
You form works against still another.
Complexity makes what did not exist-
exist.
A...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 9:31am
11th Feb 2017 9:31am
You're early
Don’t know how many times I’ve said it,
but you’re too early love.
You’ve always been 3 a.m. then,now and always.
Perfect time I’m ripe to hear you and miss you and love you once again.
I think about one night that never happened and never again.
but you’re too early love.
You’ve always been 3 a.m. then,now and always.
Perfect time I’m ripe to hear you and miss you and love you once again.
I think about one night that never happened and never again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 9:30am
11th Feb 2017 9:30am
Untitled
I love delicate people in theory.
Just nearly broken people, just innocent and naïve enough to seem so cute.
People so well they can’t see that you’re weighty, that you’re too unmanageable.
I convince myself that they’re good for me and that wholesome is good.
But I am the desert to a thirsty wanderer.
The problem with theories is that you don’t know you’re wrong until it’s too late.
I love to snatch up slim waist damsels with no tattoos and standard morals,
or boys who want to save me, say please and grew up well.
I get them in between my teeth...
Just nearly broken people, just innocent and naïve enough to seem so cute.
People so well they can’t see that you’re weighty, that you’re too unmanageable.
I convince myself that they’re good for me and that wholesome is good.
But I am the desert to a thirsty wanderer.
The problem with theories is that you don’t know you’re wrong until it’s too late.
I love to snatch up slim waist damsels with no tattoos and standard morals,
or boys who want to save me, say please and grew up well.
I get them in between my teeth...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2017 5:35am
10th Feb 2017 5:35am
Betrayer
Bury him,burn me,
lie & then have the nerve to say,
Im the reason you cant sleep at night.
Evil to a fault.
Damn us all.
lie & then have the nerve to say,
Im the reason you cant sleep at night.
Evil to a fault.
Damn us all.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2017 11:20pm
9th Feb 2017 11:20pm
I Loved Summer
I love summer, I hate you.
The perfect moment when I am just cool enough to enjoy the heat, my clothes don’t stick to me and my brow has no sweat, so I’m not reminded of yours dripping onto my face and tainting me.
When it’s the middle of the day & you are too tired or listless to swat the flies away, so they buzz ever closer. You can feel the wind created by their small wings and bodies passing by on your exposed skin. Miniscule moment of intimacy I enjoy infinitely more than a tracing of your finger.
The “sching…sching…sching” of an aluminum fan blade on low, scraping a...
The perfect moment when I am just cool enough to enjoy the heat, my clothes don’t stick to me and my brow has no sweat, so I’m not reminded of yours dripping onto my face and tainting me.
When it’s the middle of the day & you are too tired or listless to swat the flies away, so they buzz ever closer. You can feel the wind created by their small wings and bodies passing by on your exposed skin. Miniscule moment of intimacy I enjoy infinitely more than a tracing of your finger.
The “sching…sching…sching” of an aluminum fan blade on low, scraping a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2016 4:52am
13th Apr 2016 4:52am
It was everything
It was in the way she said my name, so that everything else from her mouth was less than. The way it dripped from her lips like sweet nectar. Each syllable a ringing bell that awakened my being.
It was in the way her fingers brushed mine when we walked together, gently and eagerly all at once. Sending sparks down my arms and stomach into the very core of yearning.
It was in the way she laughed, with abandon and soul that filled my whole view with sunlight so that there was nothing else to see.
There was only her, a hazy backlight vision choking on laughter and shaping the...
It was in the way her fingers brushed mine when we walked together, gently and eagerly all at once. Sending sparks down my arms and stomach into the very core of yearning.
It was in the way she laughed, with abandon and soul that filled my whole view with sunlight so that there was nothing else to see.
There was only her, a hazy backlight vision choking on laughter and shaping the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2016 4:51am
13th Apr 2016 4:51am
All that he is
He is temptation,
he is strength,
he is deep laughter and steely eyes.
He is care and calm,
jokes and hopefulness.
He is racing thoughts as I try to sleep, and smiling at his playlist.
He is coffee and sunshine and old gym shorts.
He was just my best friends husband, and even still he is so much more.
he is strength,
he is deep laughter and steely eyes.
He is care and calm,
jokes and hopefulness.
He is racing thoughts as I try to sleep, and smiling at his playlist.
He is coffee and sunshine and old gym shorts.
He was just my best friends husband, and even still he is so much more.
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Oct 2015 9:44am
24th Oct 2015 9:44am
Dirt Floor Poor Athiest
Dirt Floor Poor Athiest
People dont get it, it doesnt cross their mind.
People dont understand when you say you're poor.
When the gov't says youre 300% below the poverty line.
When you've sold plasma to get a meal.
When you can't afford basic things, how are you supposed to feel when told that Jesus has the wheel?
People think it'll get better tomorrow.
They still try to give you some hope, they tell you believe in the church.
Like you havent been trying since yesterday, just to make it to today without getting hurt.
When you've sold yourself and...
People dont get it, it doesnt cross their mind.
People dont understand when you say you're poor.
When the gov't says youre 300% below the poverty line.
When you've sold plasma to get a meal.
When you can't afford basic things, how are you supposed to feel when told that Jesus has the wheel?
People think it'll get better tomorrow.
They still try to give you some hope, they tell you believe in the church.
Like you havent been trying since yesterday, just to make it to today without getting hurt.
When you've sold yourself and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2015 3:07am
30th Jun 2015 3:07am
Shades of lying,shades of love.
You have always been red,
silent,bright and dangerous.
Sensual and seeking,
not the shade Im needing to complete my painting.
I wanted gray,
the type that comes home,
sees the smears of paint on my body and says,
"Whatever you created today is a piece of your soul,let me devour the rest".
Red is crimson regret and longing unmet.
Gray the gracious lover,a better fit.
Smeared on cavas and left to sit & dry,
grey is steady,red is again awry.
Unwilling and complicated,problematic and selfish red,your words are only...
silent,bright and dangerous.
Sensual and seeking,
not the shade Im needing to complete my painting.
I wanted gray,
the type that comes home,
sees the smears of paint on my body and says,
"Whatever you created today is a piece of your soul,let me devour the rest".
Red is crimson regret and longing unmet.
Gray the gracious lover,a better fit.
Smeared on cavas and left to sit & dry,
grey is steady,red is again awry.
Unwilling and complicated,problematic and selfish red,your words are only...
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