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
18th Mar 2012 7:01pm
18th Mar 2012 7:01pm
Digging Up Memories
The words lit up across the entry like a poisonous flame
Searing my eyes as though embedding themselves inside my head
Temples throbbing instantly from the jackhammer on my skull
Trying to chip away the protective coating of white.
"Why did I search to see....How she was?"
I know of what she has done
Ruining my entire image and melding it to hers
Making the initial tear away all the more unpleasant
Many of my attributes sticking to her frame still.
"She misses me? Why? Why do you miss me!?"
Questions...
Searing my eyes as though embedding themselves inside my head
Temples throbbing instantly from the jackhammer on my skull
Trying to chip away the protective coating of white.
"Why did I search to see....How she was?"
I know of what she has done
Ruining my entire image and melding it to hers
Making the initial tear away all the more unpleasant
Many of my attributes sticking to her frame still.
"She misses me? Why? Why do you miss me!?"
Questions...
770 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2012 00:19am
15th Mar 2012 00:19am
Spasm.
CLUTCHING air in sought out tranquility
Eyes rolled back into something so BRIGHT
SEARING the corneas to blind with secrets
JERKING BACK the body stiffens
Muscles TAUGHT and oh so TIGHT
A thin wail in the space that ISN'T present
Hissing out the noise and becoming CAUGHT in airways
Terrible
Frozen
Mind-numbing
Spasm.
Eyes rolled back into something so BRIGHT
SEARING the corneas to blind with secrets
JERKING BACK the body stiffens
Muscles TAUGHT and oh so TIGHT
A thin wail in the space that ISN'T present
Hissing out the noise and becoming CAUGHT in airways
Terrible
Frozen
Mind-numbing
Spasm.
700 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 00:33am
14th Mar 2012 00:33am
Cutthroat Symphony
Pretty little violet flowers
Prim and proper soaked in bleach
See you wither down and cry
Little pretty little Vie
Wilted flowers stunted growth
Beauty dimming hatred grows
Pooling at the terrors feet
Desire for your breath he leaves
Darkness hampers all escape
Swinging silent violent drapes
Crimson licking through the teeth
Looks like burning death disease
Torment sitting lies in wait
Chairs are screaming out their pain
Spikes are driven through the nails
Precious little tiny flails
Bend back...
Prim and proper soaked in bleach
See you wither down and cry
Little pretty little Vie
Wilted flowers stunted growth
Beauty dimming hatred grows
Pooling at the terrors feet
Desire for your breath he leaves
Darkness hampers all escape
Swinging silent violent drapes
Crimson licking through the teeth
Looks like burning death disease
Torment sitting lies in wait
Chairs are screaming out their pain
Spikes are driven through the nails
Precious little tiny flails
Bend back...
869 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 3:42am
13th Mar 2012 3:42am
Sweetened Marshmallows.
Adrift.
Taking to the warm air like a summer's breath.
Forsaking all of the terraces of fortitude.
Welcoming in the aroma of endless swooning fairy-tales.
Forgotten treachery lie in the depths of the simple soul.
Swimming in lava with an icy tongue.
Developing nature in the heated springs.
Blooming wings on the tips of eucalyptus.
Forlorn horns replaced with belligerent beasts of mystics.
Torrents and lapping waves on the shores of Aphrodite's feet.
Swelling heart to evacuate the jail-break. ...
Taking to the warm air like a summer's breath.
Forsaking all of the terraces of fortitude.
Welcoming in the aroma of endless swooning fairy-tales.
Forgotten treachery lie in the depths of the simple soul.
Swimming in lava with an icy tongue.
Developing nature in the heated springs.
Blooming wings on the tips of eucalyptus.
Forlorn horns replaced with belligerent beasts of mystics.
Torrents and lapping waves on the shores of Aphrodite's feet.
Swelling heart to evacuate the jail-break. ...
770 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Mar 2012 1:46am
13th Mar 2012 1:46am
Regret Within The Lines.
I know of the sin I have committed
Something tinged with the red of a certain beating heart
Piercing it with the molten blade of deceitful emotion
It drips like molten wax down the silver steel
Burning and hardening the hand that is responsible.
I wrapped a rope around the frantic organ and tore it out
Tying it to the ceiling to look at every once and awhile
Wondering why it still beats
Unaware of the fact it's veins are still attached to the vessel
That hopelessly drowns inside a world where all is strange
People of significance...
Something tinged with the red of a certain beating heart
Piercing it with the molten blade of deceitful emotion
It drips like molten wax down the silver steel
Burning and hardening the hand that is responsible.
I wrapped a rope around the frantic organ and tore it out
Tying it to the ceiling to look at every once and awhile
Wondering why it still beats
Unaware of the fact it's veins are still attached to the vessel
That hopelessly drowns inside a world where all is strange
People of significance...
843 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2012 4:49am
2nd Mar 2012 4:49am
Eating.
An ache.
Something hard to suppress as I stare at the tray
The one the other children have piled with food
Delicious tacos and multiple dressings
Along with a fruit cup with grapes and other such nutrition
Yet their physique stay the same lean
So thin and curved perfectly
Not worrying as they shovel the sustenance into their mouths....
I look down at my tray.
Nothing there but a chocolate milk
A wide orange tray with one lone item on it
Smirking as I find it to almost be quite silly
That this one item can fill me up ...
Something hard to suppress as I stare at the tray
The one the other children have piled with food
Delicious tacos and multiple dressings
Along with a fruit cup with grapes and other such nutrition
Yet their physique stay the same lean
So thin and curved perfectly
Not worrying as they shovel the sustenance into their mouths....
I look down at my tray.
Nothing there but a chocolate milk
A wide orange tray with one lone item on it
Smirking as I find it to almost be quite silly
That this one item can fill me up ...
1056 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 2:04am
27th Feb 2012 2:04am
Forever Can Be Real If You Want It To Be.
A trip.
The air rushing by at sixty miles an hour
The lumbering home on wheels in the fast lane
Two friends laughing and having a life that's FREE
No chains or roadblocks
(Metaphorically speaking)
No arguing over petty things
Moving place to place
Year to year
Living a dream they call 'American'
But nothing is American anymore
So we'll just call it ours
'Our Dream'
The beauty of real freedom and journey
Real living and truly communicating with the essence
The essence of LIFE
Laughing and traveling ...
The air rushing by at sixty miles an hour
The lumbering home on wheels in the fast lane
Two friends laughing and having a life that's FREE
No chains or roadblocks
(Metaphorically speaking)
No arguing over petty things
Moving place to place
Year to year
Living a dream they call 'American'
But nothing is American anymore
So we'll just call it ours
'Our Dream'
The beauty of real freedom and journey
Real living and truly communicating with the essence
The essence of LIFE
Laughing and traveling ...
775 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
27th Feb 2012 1:51am
27th Feb 2012 1:51am
SHE IS MY ___________.
Control and domination is all you enjoy
Yanking the chain of this poor animal
They think they're free with such a long chain
(How SAD)
They constantly forget that there's still a collar
Still the steel
Still the OWNER
One day this animal will turn around
Oh one day, dear _______
And you won't expect it's jaws to be around your throat
Claws digging into your intestines and spilling them about
(So FULFILLING)
Crimson so poisonous pouring onto the heartless ground
Right where you will be
A perfect match...
Yanking the chain of this poor animal
They think they're free with such a long chain
(How SAD)
They constantly forget that there's still a collar
Still the steel
Still the OWNER
One day this animal will turn around
Oh one day, dear _______
And you won't expect it's jaws to be around your throat
Claws digging into your intestines and spilling them about
(So FULFILLING)
Crimson so poisonous pouring onto the heartless ground
Right where you will be
A perfect match...
899 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 2:40am
22nd Feb 2012 2:40am
Dealing With Lifes Quirks.
Foot shaking in a motion almost feverish
Bumping the sketchpad incessantly underneath her pencil
Eyes darting minutely back in forth in anticipation
The image drawn suddenly having more meaning than planned
She shuts the pad suddenly and sighs
The world is getting to her again.
She stands and with a wave of her hand dismisses herself
Walking up the creaking stairs and clutching a towel
Taking another deep breath to calm her jittery nerves
Descending with a placid expression as always
Opening the bathroom door
It shuts with...
Bumping the sketchpad incessantly underneath her pencil
Eyes darting minutely back in forth in anticipation
The image drawn suddenly having more meaning than planned
She shuts the pad suddenly and sighs
The world is getting to her again.
She stands and with a wave of her hand dismisses herself
Walking up the creaking stairs and clutching a towel
Taking another deep breath to calm her jittery nerves
Descending with a placid expression as always
Opening the bathroom door
It shuts with...
962 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 9:23pm
11th Feb 2012 9:23pm
She's Dying.
The days are spent in the small interior of the bedroom
Trying to dream away whatever has plagued her in this age
Ignoring the world and succumbing to almost eternal slumber
Yet she only rises to go to the night shift.
She's letting the world slip away from her
Ignoring every phone call that is directed towards her
Every urge to rouse her from depression in failure
As I stand by the door and grit my teeth angrily.
Mother.
You're not that strong person anymore
Because I broke you down over the years
In anger you told me I...
Trying to dream away whatever has plagued her in this age
Ignoring the world and succumbing to almost eternal slumber
Yet she only rises to go to the night shift.
She's letting the world slip away from her
Ignoring every phone call that is directed towards her
Every urge to rouse her from depression in failure
As I stand by the door and grit my teeth angrily.
Mother.
You're not that strong person anymore
Because I broke you down over the years
In anger you told me I...
964 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 2:29am
11th Feb 2012 2:29am
"Who Are You?"
Such a question lies behind the eyes of the person
Staring into the mirror to a point where the reflection is lies
You cannot believe what you are staring at
Some sort of shell without an actual purpose
Wasting space in an economy that is too damn big
Planning your future doing pointless jobs and meandering about
Every second being carved into your Life Stone
Whether you are inactive or active.....
I dislocated my philosophy from my existence for a little while
Just to see how everyone else seems to indulge themselves
Never worrying about...
Staring into the mirror to a point where the reflection is lies
You cannot believe what you are staring at
Some sort of shell without an actual purpose
Wasting space in an economy that is too damn big
Planning your future doing pointless jobs and meandering about
Every second being carved into your Life Stone
Whether you are inactive or active.....
I dislocated my philosophy from my existence for a little while
Just to see how everyone else seems to indulge themselves
Never worrying about...
927 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Feb 2012 11:04pm
5th Feb 2012 11:04pm
It's A Sin to be a Philosopher.
Thinking about things that have no real meaning
Attempting to find truth within many more truths
Delving deeper into an unknown territory
Becoming wrought with confusion and terrific error
Being insightful can sometimes mean 'Terror'
To think of what feelings really are
Is it supposed to be felt by those from afar?
So fragile these topics as I scratch at their panes
Writing words that I just cannot refrain from
Many a time has this hand broke through the glass
A mistake
An error
The pressure too vast
The scars on my hand served...
Attempting to find truth within many more truths
Delving deeper into an unknown territory
Becoming wrought with confusion and terrific error
Being insightful can sometimes mean 'Terror'
To think of what feelings really are
Is it supposed to be felt by those from afar?
So fragile these topics as I scratch at their panes
Writing words that I just cannot refrain from
Many a time has this hand broke through the glass
A mistake
An error
The pressure too vast
The scars on my hand served...
1072 reads
6 Comments
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