Submissions by BobbyJames
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing since I was sixteen to get the thoughts out of my head so I could sleep. Wasn't anyone to talk to so I kept on talking to me. Writing eventually became something more in college when people started listening. It's been unreal and I love it.
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2019 9:14am
6th Apr 2019 9:14am
Seasons from the Porch
Elephant ears don't bloom
here; won't listen for tears
consumed by failing light.
Dreams don't shine through
years--I've hidden life
from this cold porched sight.
Wings don't fly-on--
to the Sun walking-in.
Fear must sing alone.
"Garlins don't trust
their own shadows"
So whither such worry
wintered in bright eyes.
Once, I was someone
read between white
lies
when sunset whipped 'rizon's
swept-joy under God's sill,
I let-in confidence
to sip sorrowful
...
here; won't listen for tears
consumed by failing light.
Dreams don't shine through
years--I've hidden life
from this cold porched sight.
Wings don't fly-on--
to the Sun walking-in.
Fear must sing alone.
"Garlins don't trust
their own shadows"
So whither such worry
wintered in bright eyes.
Once, I was someone
read between white
lies
when sunset whipped 'rizon's
swept-joy under God's sill,
I let-in confidence
to sip sorrowful
...
#hope
#despair
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2019 8:49am
6th Apr 2019 8:49am
Champaign and Caviar
Madness mutes the saddest
tunes mourned on tortured flutes
to sooth fume's raging air
still-facing the music
Blue
as burning masks let tears
pain fallen stars from fingers
and lingering dreams to die on...
tunes mourned on tortured flutes
to sooth fume's raging air
still-facing the music
Blue
as burning masks let tears
pain fallen stars from fingers
and lingering dreams to die on...
#anger
#dreams
#learning
#greed
#acceptance
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 5:23pm
5th Apr 2019 5:23pm
Blooms' Dye Bloomed
Violets rested distant confession
just as our cadence pulled 'tension;
largo steps met different direction.
Wish the 'motion 'scaped silver lining;
draped moonlit affection.
No, I don't think I'll ever understand
your blinding starry sea,
but left unsaid is still sand imposed
by drifting current; this sorry season.
The music tells me so.
These petals pluck away all reason,
my tired clocks grown too slow;
that swift chasing-wind moves on.
The music tells me so.
just as our cadence pulled 'tension;
largo steps met different direction.
Wish the 'motion 'scaped silver lining;
draped moonlit affection.
No, I don't think I'll ever understand
your blinding starry sea,
but left unsaid is still sand imposed
by drifting current; this sorry season.
The music tells me so.
These petals pluck away all reason,
my tired clocks grown too slow;
that swift chasing-wind moves on.
The music tells me so.
#love
#regret
#hope #TimeHeals
#hope #TimeHeals
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 4:54pm
5th Apr 2019 4:54pm
Just You Wait.
A son sneezes at his father,
"What the fuck's a blessing?"
Wet cursive tense dried on
the backhand of a compliment!
I'm flattered to know
what he thinks of the band,
"Bunch of airheads that can't play
worth a damn to get a job!"
and plan for his short-tempered lifespan--
drinking the same beer as me...
God! I'm just like my old man,
"I'm never going to have kids!"
Ha!
"What the fuck's a blessing?"
Wet cursive tense dried on
the backhand of a compliment!
I'm flattered to know
what he thinks of the band,
"Bunch of airheads that can't play
worth a damn to get a job!"
and plan for his short-tempered lifespan--
drinking the same beer as me...
God! I'm just like my old man,
"I'm never going to have kids!"
Ha!
#teens
#music
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#fatherhood
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 00:55am
5th Apr 2019 00:55am
Pastor Fry's 'Tempted Suicide
How confidence snakes fear
to feign chance salvation;
sunken teeth into life--
--like guns without mouths
to pray until noon strikes
the final nail in the coffin:
The empty chamber.
to feign chance salvation;
sunken teeth into life--
--like guns without mouths
to pray until noon strikes
the final nail in the coffin:
The empty chamber.
#suicide
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 00:50am
5th Apr 2019 00:50am
The Chribum
There's a balance between these lines, which
cross my hopes and fears for a changing reality.
All dare to impart ambition upon the places that need
a little light to shine throughout the night
often misplacing dreams, origins, and
remembering the end's just sand in these eyes,
but I'm not blinded by the current meaning
of trivia--a dull definition hides.
Behind four letter simplifications, I complicate
time this time to tell where purpose stays
once the symbol moves-on, and I awake--wondering what's left.
To say-- an ego...
cross my hopes and fears for a changing reality.
All dare to impart ambition upon the places that need
a little light to shine throughout the night
often misplacing dreams, origins, and
remembering the end's just sand in these eyes,
but I'm not blinded by the current meaning
of trivia--a dull definition hides.
Behind four letter simplifications, I complicate
time this time to tell where purpose stays
once the symbol moves-on, and I awake--wondering what's left.
To say-- an ego...
#bipolar
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