Submissions by Chandler (Gleana Snipoms)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An individual who enjoys simple intellectual stimulation and pleasant conversation am I, with an appreciation for the various forms of artistic expression.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Oct 2012 10:07pm
31st Oct 2012 10:07pm
Well, Look At You.
Smiling faces are branded with the joys of this holiday
'All Hallows Eve' a way to immerse in the odd side of normalcy
Become one of the crowd who enjoy being scared and scaring others.
"Well, Look At You."
Those known from the past are easily looked up
All to see their odd accomplishments and cheerful expressions
The aspiring artist to the drug user
The drug user to the athlete
The athlete to the fashion designer
The fashion designer to the future therapist.
Seeing all around you succeed
Even the ones that hurt you...
'All Hallows Eve' a way to immerse in the odd side of normalcy
Become one of the crowd who enjoy being scared and scaring others.
"Well, Look At You."
Those known from the past are easily looked up
All to see their odd accomplishments and cheerful expressions
The aspiring artist to the drug user
The drug user to the athlete
The athlete to the fashion designer
The fashion designer to the future therapist.
Seeing all around you succeed
Even the ones that hurt you...
868 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2012 00:29am
15th May 2012 00:29am
Breathe; Surface.
Cottony billows flutter through the air
Shudder with magnificence as feathers swoon!
Terrible fortresses are mounted atop
Saving the secret within to be spurned!
Lying aback a sharp breeze as a whistle
Praying with nothing but leaves of a mistletoe
Tumbling delight upon delicate airs
Within no ones clutches living more in affairs!
Hunger of feasting upon delectable flesh
One side is racing for a certified finish
The tongue will move softly with the tears of the grind
Sweet bitters and trumpets to fulfill the divine!
So...
Shudder with magnificence as feathers swoon!
Terrible fortresses are mounted atop
Saving the secret within to be spurned!
Lying aback a sharp breeze as a whistle
Praying with nothing but leaves of a mistletoe
Tumbling delight upon delicate airs
Within no ones clutches living more in affairs!
Hunger of feasting upon delectable flesh
One side is racing for a certified finish
The tongue will move softly with the tears of the grind
Sweet bitters and trumpets to fulfill the divine!
So...
792 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th May 2012 00:29am
12th May 2012 00:29am
Unnecessary Confrontation.
You bring things up when everything was fine.
Running smoothly without any currents or jutting rocks.
Suddenly you decide to bring up things long forgotten,
Breaking a truce that was made.
You continue to complain about things exhausting,
Letting them get to you as though they are occurring presently.
Everyone knows that it's over between the two of you,
So why don't you have the decency to let it rest?
Is there NOTHING else you could possibly do?
NOTHING ELSE you could possibly complain about?
I heard you had a loving and...
Running smoothly without any currents or jutting rocks.
Suddenly you decide to bring up things long forgotten,
Breaking a truce that was made.
You continue to complain about things exhausting,
Letting them get to you as though they are occurring presently.
Everyone knows that it's over between the two of you,
So why don't you have the decency to let it rest?
Is there NOTHING else you could possibly do?
NOTHING ELSE you could possibly complain about?
I heard you had a loving and...
874 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 3:36pm
30th Apr 2012 3:36pm
Smash the Mirror; You Aren't Here.
It's just like a little urge to throw yourself into oblivion, the want to be torn into tiny molecular pieces and inevitably cease to exist. Look at the reflection and stare into what you are and where you are, but know that there's no real impact. Seeing the future is as if looking into the vast emptiness of the center of the galaxy, faintly tasting of raspberries with the burn of cold rum. In the end you realize there is nothing there once you've taken this odd little path that decides to drop ninety degrees when you least expect it.
Once the void you know and grew to loathe is...
Once the void you know and grew to loathe is...
759 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Apr 2012 10:35pm
18th Apr 2012 10:35pm
Birthday.
"Hey kiddo. Time to get up." The man smiles, looking down at her from where he looms, the light from the window glaring through the filmy curtains and highlighting his features.
"No.. Go awayyyy..." The girl mumbles, turning her head into the comfortable pillow underneath her. Expecting this, the man flips her over onto her back, smirking as her eyes flutter slightly.
"C'mon, we're going out to get some Chinese today."
She sighs, opening her eyes completely to meet his darker green ones. April eighteenth, the day she finally becomes...
"No.. Go awayyyy..." The girl mumbles, turning her head into the comfortable pillow underneath her. Expecting this, the man flips her over onto her back, smirking as her eyes flutter slightly.
"C'mon, we're going out to get some Chinese today."
She sighs, opening her eyes completely to meet his darker green ones. April eighteenth, the day she finally becomes...
993 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 3:43am
10th Apr 2012 3:43am
Complete Devotion.
Soothing words will slither in and out your ears
Temptations held true with the exchange of tongues
Hands holding thy own with the intent to show loyalty
Body quite sturdy to protect you from harm.
I will arrive at your door with each passing day
Always with the hopes that I'll take you away
With patience I muster leave a note at the door
With one well-placed word to show love.
Give me the collar and I shall supply the leash
So you may fasten it to my neck with a tug and a tease
May the bonds be of metal and carbonized steel ...
Temptations held true with the exchange of tongues
Hands holding thy own with the intent to show loyalty
Body quite sturdy to protect you from harm.
I will arrive at your door with each passing day
Always with the hopes that I'll take you away
With patience I muster leave a note at the door
With one well-placed word to show love.
Give me the collar and I shall supply the leash
So you may fasten it to my neck with a tug and a tease
May the bonds be of metal and carbonized steel ...
943 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 4:27am
4th Apr 2012 4:27am
The Final Judgement.
The man sits at the end of the wooden table, hands folded over it's surface, his thumbs twiddling in a rather feverish way as he looks at the three who sit with him, a bead of sweat rolling down his pale skin. He watches the others, who quietly pass their own information to each other, muttering and deciding what his fate could be if he doesn't have all the criteria to become in those higher ranks.
All of a sudden a creaking is heard behind him, as he turns and looks up to see a rather large sturdy man with short-cropped blonde hair and light blue eyes looking down at him with a...
All of a sudden a creaking is heard behind him, as he turns and looks up to see a rather large sturdy man with short-cropped blonde hair and light blue eyes looking down at him with a...
899 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 00:50am
3rd Apr 2012 00:50am
The End of Innocence.
The child sits, curls tumbling over her small shoulders, sitting upwards on the lofty queen-sized bed looking into the green eyes of the man sitting across from her. He is a friend who is there when she cries, when she needs attention, love, caring and the like. She holds his hand which is larger than hers, feeling warm with the heat of contentment and happiness, a smile on both their faces. He is her everything, even her Lover, with wavy brown locks and arms to save her from falling into the dangerous pits that are present throughout life.
"You're not going to leave, right,...
"You're not going to leave, right,...
1145 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Apr 2012 4:38am
1st Apr 2012 4:38am
Insecurity With Repitition.
"I love you."
Such a phrase I write to her on a daily basis.
I cannot help but express this, even when she is not there.
Thinking to much about the quality of the phrase,
So overused in it's origin,
Or possibly digging for the truth?
I cannot lie about the way I feel for her,
So I remind her everyday.....
However, it is odd how I now repeat it
When before I was utterly afraid to speak it....
Too many "I love you"'s have been said before,
Though not having any substance.
However with this reflection...
Such a phrase I write to her on a daily basis.
I cannot help but express this, even when she is not there.
Thinking to much about the quality of the phrase,
So overused in it's origin,
Or possibly digging for the truth?
I cannot lie about the way I feel for her,
So I remind her everyday.....
However, it is odd how I now repeat it
When before I was utterly afraid to speak it....
Too many "I love you"'s have been said before,
Though not having any substance.
However with this reflection...
983 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 2:15am
28th Mar 2012 2:15am
Green-Eyed and Submerged in Patience.
I sit a ways away from her
Miles in the distance between us.
She plays a game someone bought for her
Based on a crush within them.
Waiting here so patiently
Riddled with bullet holes.
My ship had sunk for the last time
Submerged under the shore.
Eyes of green the monster screams
Though no one can hear it's whining.
For under the shore beneath the moor
Is where it will stay residing.
One, Two, Three
It will eat at me
Till all that is left
Is the open sea.
Miles in the distance between us.
She plays a game someone bought for her
Based on a crush within them.
Waiting here so patiently
Riddled with bullet holes.
My ship had sunk for the last time
Submerged under the shore.
Eyes of green the monster screams
Though no one can hear it's whining.
For under the shore beneath the moor
Is where it will stay residing.
One, Two, Three
It will eat at me
Till all that is left
Is the open sea.
781 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Mar 2012 6:43am
25th Mar 2012 6:43am
The Creation of Instability.
1139 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 2:04am
23rd Mar 2012 2:04am
To Percieve and Mislead....
Jolly little dancing twitching people
You feign your joy to recreate the pain
Lifting illusions for the truth that hides
Though truth is fiction when in my eyes.
Psychotic
Murderer
Homicidal
Maniac
How many words can you slap onto an object
Before it becomes fed up with it's identity?
Pry open your tear ducts and let the salt flow
For that is all you seem to know.
You must enjoy the tang of your own anger
For it's all you seem to taste on your palate.
Blind lot filled with inoperable parts.
They only...
You feign your joy to recreate the pain
Lifting illusions for the truth that hides
Though truth is fiction when in my eyes.
Psychotic
Murderer
Homicidal
Maniac
How many words can you slap onto an object
Before it becomes fed up with it's identity?
Pry open your tear ducts and let the salt flow
For that is all you seem to know.
You must enjoy the tang of your own anger
For it's all you seem to taste on your palate.
Blind lot filled with inoperable parts.
They only...
1205 reads
1 Comment
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