Submissions by BadKarAyoke
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2011 7:59am
22nd Apr 2011 7:59am
Ardor
with the moon as our witness
and Picasso our guide
let's draw a line that
runs from your heart to mine
and Picasso our guide
let's draw a line that
runs from your heart to mine
702 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2011 5:13am
14th Mar 2011 5:13am
the evening run
my view shifts down and up
while my peripheral is a blur.
there is a pain in my chest
sharply stinging in the cold.
left right left right
upper cuts and a lose jaw bone.
my calves are permanently flexed
to spring off the charcoal.
i am so focused and headed nowhere,
with a deep desire to move through the world.
at the end of this trajectory
i will collide and explode.
running towards a goal attempting
to destroy the illusions of the mind.
this social abyss is littered with
vain lips that utter pathetic lies.
the few...
while my peripheral is a blur.
there is a pain in my chest
sharply stinging in the cold.
left right left right
upper cuts and a lose jaw bone.
my calves are permanently flexed
to spring off the charcoal.
i am so focused and headed nowhere,
with a deep desire to move through the world.
at the end of this trajectory
i will collide and explode.
running towards a goal attempting
to destroy the illusions of the mind.
this social abyss is littered with
vain lips that utter pathetic lies.
the few...
610 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2011 5:57am
6th Mar 2011 5:57am
Lonely Winter
To my left..
Two empty chairs
Dirty laundry, blue lights
And bottles of prescription pills
To my right..
A shiny new machine
One cigar, helicopters
And a bookshelf of broken dreams
I sit in the middle of my fluid environment
While melodies fill the air
I look straight ahead to find no one there
The cold air sinks in and
I shiver reaching for my cup of hot tea
The warmth flows internally as I remain
Frozen to the world before me
Two empty chairs
Dirty laundry, blue lights
And bottles of prescription pills
To my right..
A shiny new machine
One cigar, helicopters
And a bookshelf of broken dreams
I sit in the middle of my fluid environment
While melodies fill the air
I look straight ahead to find no one there
The cold air sinks in and
I shiver reaching for my cup of hot tea
The warmth flows internally as I remain
Frozen to the world before me
1230 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2011 4:19am
4th Mar 2011 4:19am
Embers Await
A steady tick of the second hand
Spreads through the vast minutes
And hours of our unfound promise land.
A screaming match of throwing words
Stab to inflict lasting pain...
You are out of control,
I can't take this anymore.
Here it goes,
I use lethal silence to feed your fire,
Burning all our hopes and all of our desires.
Till only red hot embers remain
Breathing just enough to not suffocate...
Waiting for the next dry spell
To ignite back into flames - another episode to regret
Another drama to play
Spreads through the vast minutes
And hours of our unfound promise land.
A screaming match of throwing words
Stab to inflict lasting pain...
You are out of control,
I can't take this anymore.
Here it goes,
I use lethal silence to feed your fire,
Burning all our hopes and all of our desires.
Till only red hot embers remain
Breathing just enough to not suffocate...
Waiting for the next dry spell
To ignite back into flames - another episode to regret
Another drama to play
740 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2011 5:38am
3rd Mar 2011 5:38am
Dendrites and Air Waves
I am contentious and trite today
It is fitting to be alone at the moment.
This morning was long and dimly lit..
So I placed headphones over my eyes and
Blared the volume till the beats left imprints
On the receptacle in my head.
The data rendered and arranged
Processed into a final image..
It was you that I saw yet again
In colors I could not describe.
Lovely like a timeless painting
You captured my imagination and my desires.
In that moment I was absolutely adlib
Unaware and unprepared I proceeded to
Paint myself in.
In...
It is fitting to be alone at the moment.
This morning was long and dimly lit..
So I placed headphones over my eyes and
Blared the volume till the beats left imprints
On the receptacle in my head.
The data rendered and arranged
Processed into a final image..
It was you that I saw yet again
In colors I could not describe.
Lovely like a timeless painting
You captured my imagination and my desires.
In that moment I was absolutely adlib
Unaware and unprepared I proceeded to
Paint myself in.
In...
881 reads
2 Comments
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