Submissions by AtoMikbomb
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
She's snark, And spice, And salt. She's firs and ferns. She's lakewater. And teal. And lungs of frosting winter moss.
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2019 6:25am
22nd Feb 2019 6:25am
H
I am pitted in the descent
Your fillings in my fingers
left fiends,
like thoughts
scheming beyond what I would dream
I will not hold you as I could
I am brittleness and
transparent teeth...
And I could try to bite,
but go unfed
And lie beneath the bed you languish
Your anguish robs me of breath
But what of the end?...
Your fillings in my fingers
left fiends,
like thoughts
scheming beyond what I would dream
I will not hold you as I could
I am brittleness and
transparent teeth...
And I could try to bite,
but go unfed
And lie beneath the bed you languish
Your anguish robs me of breath
But what of the end?...
#love
#heartbroken
#friendship
725 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Feb 2019 8:22am
12th Feb 2019 8:22am
Your Blooms Use Too Much Water
The lurch rush of a bus
when you haven't yet sat
Gutfall, guttural, gruff
upset
Vanilla over roads
though a will is moreso potent
Fragrance forms, roughspun fiber
extracts exacted
you exalt your airs
you bow to an empty,
a nothing
The top note heart
in want of mind
and maturation
when you haven't yet sat
Gutfall, guttural, gruff
upset
Vanilla over roads
though a will is moreso potent
Fragrance forms, roughspun fiber
extracts exacted
you exalt your airs
you bow to an empty,
a nothing
The top note heart
in want of mind
and maturation
#MovingOn
620 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2019 5:29am
2nd Feb 2019 5:29am
My Peers Leer, Shearingly.
6 leather feather darts
your fork with last night in the tines
stuck with 9 lights in the mind
Stay home and fold
A surplus hand
Full house of cardstock time
your fork with last night in the tines
stuck with 9 lights in the mind
Stay home and fold
A surplus hand
Full house of cardstock time
#sky
536 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2019 7:29pm
25th Jan 2019 7:29pm
Shoals won't hold me
Oaken veins
down iris blanc
quicksand gaze - a summer's landing
Shorelining my days
Fish hooks strewn
waiting upon wading feet
the leaners string their leads
Shallows lengthen
Shadows strengthen
Budding - unblooded supple hearts;
a tearing awaits in spring
down iris blanc
quicksand gaze - a summer's landing
Shorelining my days
Fish hooks strewn
waiting upon wading feet
the leaners string their leads
Shallows lengthen
Shadows strengthen
Budding - unblooded supple hearts;
a tearing awaits in spring
#identity
577 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jan 2019 11:35pm
13th Jan 2019 11:35pm
Filter
You,
You cannot rush these
flashes
past my clouded dinge
Vagaries in murk
panes and pains
What I behold of bright
is dim
In the piecework You remain
You cannot rush these
flashes
past my clouded dinge
Vagaries in murk
panes and pains
What I behold of bright
is dim
In the piecework You remain
#God
710 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2019 5:53am
12th Jan 2019 5:53am
Lift it, "it" is you.
And I can serve saliciously
as a hair split
an end of protein in potent strand
I've been bleached to salt
I've been bleached to salt
A wall to scale with brittle beds
nails breaking
bald-tipped
10 little sweating heads
You give me no anchor
and say to use my legs
as a hair split
an end of protein in potent strand
I've been bleached to salt
I've been bleached to salt
A wall to scale with brittle beds
nails breaking
bald-tipped
10 little sweating heads
You give me no anchor
and say to use my legs
#SelfReflection
622 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Dec 2018 6:24am
24th Dec 2018 6:24am
46
46 souls in queue
46 salted pleas off chapped levees
'neath the hearth of deadened tongue
heavy
45 and 1
striving still to breathe
46 salted pleas off chapped levees
'neath the hearth of deadened tongue
heavy
45 and 1
striving still to breathe
#suicide
#despair
602 reads
SELF POEM
Published
24th Dec 2018 5:00am
24th Dec 2018 5:00am
I am no writer, feed me bleach.
I've densified the tongue beat
heart humming; a hound of horrors
pounding sounds of thudding meat
from it's organ seat
Bleating screechingly
scantily clothed - blood's been watered
loathe to the fresh - salted alien tides
deriding swells like pallbearers in chest,
with created breasts - collars starched
and I and my beach-worm bones
lie and lie to the sands
They have detected defections
and hung my forensics-bound throat
Tied the voice away at breakneck speeds...
so they'll devil in their deeds
heart humming; a hound of horrors
pounding sounds of thudding meat
from it's organ seat
Bleating screechingly
scantily clothed - blood's been watered
loathe to the fresh - salted alien tides
deriding swells like pallbearers in chest,
with created breasts - collars starched
and I and my beach-worm bones
lie and lie to the sands
They have detected defections
and hung my forensics-bound throat
Tied the voice away at breakneck speeds...
so they'll devil in their deeds
#hate
#SelfReflection
697 reads
DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2018 5:49am
18th Dec 2018 5:49am
Stranded with Manners
#abuse
682 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2018 7:27am
3rd Dec 2018 7:27am
Foghouse
I relish the bars;
with stools of curling laminate
and metal frameworks
flashing rusty undercrusts - baring their wear
And girls with shorter hair than guys
And flighty eyes - lime in the teeth
Pleather plastered, leggy dreamscapes
These seasoned walls - motion no new wine skins;
a passover impression
to impede the breach of new propriety
None too thin remain...
a laced homeostasis
on time,
like Washington rains
Sweating growlers scowl
orc draughts
pooling tiny ponds ...
with stools of curling laminate
and metal frameworks
flashing rusty undercrusts - baring their wear
And girls with shorter hair than guys
And flighty eyes - lime in the teeth
Pleather plastered, leggy dreamscapes
These seasoned walls - motion no new wine skins;
a passover impression
to impede the breach of new propriety
None too thin remain...
a laced homeostasis
on time,
like Washington rains
Sweating growlers scowl
orc draughts
pooling tiny ponds ...
#city
727 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2018 6:32am
10th Nov 2018 6:32am
Red.
Gauge the fresh pressures
deposit in my dermis
gashes in compartments
crammed
where none but You could see
cherry dewy pools
Unscreaming...
for,
wounds are windows
I bind me in boards
so veins stay unstained by views
My mile of flesh fails
faint as fog
thinly meshed against Your gates
Is this heart too shredded
for the stitching?
Plaque and tacky psychosis' prolapse
my encumbered umber aorta
All congeals
all is stillife
...
deposit in my dermis
gashes in compartments
crammed
where none but You could see
cherry dewy pools
Unscreaming...
for,
wounds are windows
I bind me in boards
so veins stay unstained by views
My mile of flesh fails
faint as fog
thinly meshed against Your gates
Is this heart too shredded
for the stitching?
Plaque and tacky psychosis' prolapse
my encumbered umber aorta
All congeals
all is stillife
...
#depression
807 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2018 10:07pm
8th Nov 2018 10:07pm
Euphoric in your Forfeit
I'll exude
exude
exude
moods with room for truth
for truth
ruthless blackish bloodloss
soothing...
You posture as you prove
and prove
...and prove...
diluting
deluded
decaying
in a circuit
I pray those trinkets
aren't solely
worthless
...a soul
a soul
your soul's
on purpose
exude
exude
moods with room for truth
for truth
ruthless blackish bloodloss
soothing...
You posture as you prove
and prove
...and prove...
diluting
deluded
decaying
in a circuit
I pray those trinkets
aren't solely
worthless
...a soul
a soul
your soul's
on purpose
#ILoveYou
649 reads
9 Comments
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