Submissions by ChemicalConundrum
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2010 4:59pm
27th Jan 2010 4:59pm
Caught in the Rain
I wrote a secret in that dull,
Rather dreary looking cloud that looms above your home.
It looked like paper tousled with cinnamon,
And other melancholy spices of any January day.
It was reflective of your deceitful promiscuity,
Thoroughly remorseful of mine,
With a rather cynical tone of apathy
For that dull, starry-eyed woman
It contained a recollection of our
Serendipitous meeting
How the dust of crystallized Pina Coladas
Hung in that thick, provocative stench between us
Yesterday, amongst the pelting ice,
My intimate...
Rather dreary looking cloud that looms above your home.
It looked like paper tousled with cinnamon,
And other melancholy spices of any January day.
It was reflective of your deceitful promiscuity,
Thoroughly remorseful of mine,
With a rather cynical tone of apathy
For that dull, starry-eyed woman
It contained a recollection of our
Serendipitous meeting
How the dust of crystallized Pina Coladas
Hung in that thick, provocative stench between us
Yesterday, amongst the pelting ice,
My intimate...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2009 6:49am
22nd Oct 2009 6:49am
Little Orange Bird
Little orange bird, perched on a silver tree,
Your white garbage surprises the alone
The obtrusion does no crime nor justice,
But without it, you would never have flown
Those who frown on you, call them prejudice
Because of them, will you ever be free?
Little orange bird, do not say your goodbyes
Feathers only feel heavy in your mind
Your knowledge seems bound to this dreary branch
But simple songs of birdkind rend you wise
Note that it's not how you have come to be,
Little bird, it's what you have come to be
Your white garbage surprises the alone
The obtrusion does no crime nor justice,
But without it, you would never have flown
Those who frown on you, call them prejudice
Because of them, will you ever be free?
Little orange bird, do not say your goodbyes
Feathers only feel heavy in your mind
Your knowledge seems bound to this dreary branch
But simple songs of birdkind rend you wise
Note that it's not how you have come to be,
Little bird, it's what you have come to be
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2009 7:37am
12th Sep 2009 7:37am
Duplistic Detection
Is deception a love left in disguise?
Chipped porcelain, alone may crack;
Transcend your filthy, guilty trap;
We all point down instead of up
But can we stitch a broken cup?
Can we organize this intricate muck?
With our vows, our morals we chuck
Slithering through the grassy fields
Suppose we dent those hefty shields
What hate we owe, love yields
So is it good customs you seem preach?
Or try to drown us in toxic, verbal bleach?
Chipped porcelain, alone may crack;
Transcend your filthy, guilty trap;
We all point down instead of up
But can we stitch a broken cup?
Can we organize this intricate muck?
With our vows, our morals we chuck
Slithering through the grassy fields
Suppose we dent those hefty shields
What hate we owe, love yields
So is it good customs you seem preach?
Or try to drown us in toxic, verbal bleach?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2009 3:39am
9th Sep 2009 3:39am
Somewhere
Somewhere smiles a starving child
Innocent, wide eyed; wild
A great potential to fully live,
Suffering from a need to give
Somewhere plays a sad melody;
Empathetic, dragging harmony
A solemn tale it portrays,
Setting pristine hopes ablaze
Somewhere lie two broken souls,
Their pieces lost; no one controls
Try to find the other, they may
But wisdom leads lovers astray
Somewhere hides mankind's lost hope
Without it, our world cannot cope
We create illusions because we care
Look past the trickery, nothing's there.
Innocent, wide eyed; wild
A great potential to fully live,
Suffering from a need to give
Somewhere plays a sad melody;
Empathetic, dragging harmony
A solemn tale it portrays,
Setting pristine hopes ablaze
Somewhere lie two broken souls,
Their pieces lost; no one controls
Try to find the other, they may
But wisdom leads lovers astray
Somewhere hides mankind's lost hope
Without it, our world cannot cope
We create illusions because we care
Look past the trickery, nothing's there.
848 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2009 7:22am
8th Sep 2009 7:22am
Monster Hair
I wake up and attempt to tame it
Of course, it's not content
I slur a soft song, tired,
Trying to please it
Oh why did I tease it?
I'm so desperate to clean this...
Jungle mess.
I mope around
It starts to growl and cower
Oh, you know that shower
That place you straighten out
Get your act together, beast,
Don't bother, don't pout
I pump it and bump it
I'm scraping away,
Trying to wash it
I lather and smack it,
As the shampoo attacks it
Finally I get out
And suffocate it with a towel
Is it...
Of course, it's not content
I slur a soft song, tired,
Trying to please it
Oh why did I tease it?
I'm so desperate to clean this...
Jungle mess.
I mope around
It starts to growl and cower
Oh, you know that shower
That place you straighten out
Get your act together, beast,
Don't bother, don't pout
I pump it and bump it
I'm scraping away,
Trying to wash it
I lather and smack it,
As the shampoo attacks it
Finally I get out
And suffocate it with a towel
Is it...
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Sep 2009 8:30am
6th Sep 2009 8:30am
Maestro
Finally, your day has come
Your blood, sweat, and tears will be showcased for all to see
Will they applaud when it's over?
Sitting in the back, behind the scarlet curtains,
You wait for your moment
Your foot has a uneasy beat of its own,
Tapping away frantically as you hunch in a fragile, wooden chair
Your introduction booms across the floor
Butterflies eat away at your lungs while you rake your brains, trying to remember how to breathe
Regardless, it's time to walk out onto that vast stage
One small, black and white dot stumbling through a...
Your blood, sweat, and tears will be showcased for all to see
Will they applaud when it's over?
Sitting in the back, behind the scarlet curtains,
You wait for your moment
Your foot has a uneasy beat of its own,
Tapping away frantically as you hunch in a fragile, wooden chair
Your introduction booms across the floor
Butterflies eat away at your lungs while you rake your brains, trying to remember how to breathe
Regardless, it's time to walk out onto that vast stage
One small, black and white dot stumbling through a...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2009 8:21am
6th Sep 2009 8:21am
Blue Grass
Blue grass,
Igniting passion in the sky,
We see you
Your blades of innocence
Slice through our dense,
Prevaricated insecurities
Dear blue grass,
You could never fade
To smooth, translucent sky
Why would you try to fly,
When it's on ground you'll always lie
Blue grass,
Melting with the constellations at night,
We see you
Your infant teeth
Spew chattering commotions
They're a slew of war infected potions
Dear blue grass,
How could you be so fake?
If you're cold, don't shake,
Stay on safe ground...
Igniting passion in the sky,
We see you
Your blades of innocence
Slice through our dense,
Prevaricated insecurities
Dear blue grass,
You could never fade
To smooth, translucent sky
Why would you try to fly,
When it's on ground you'll always lie
Blue grass,
Melting with the constellations at night,
We see you
Your infant teeth
Spew chattering commotions
They're a slew of war infected potions
Dear blue grass,
How could you be so fake?
If you're cold, don't shake,
Stay on safe ground...
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2009 8:07am
4th Sep 2009 8:07am
Realization
Peace has been ripped away from its suitor.
Was it ever meant to be?
I, the suitor, sit here alone.
Those days I spent with peace,
They seem so long ago.
The cruel punishment I now receive,
Is the absence of peace.
For a crime I did not commit,
A crime that does not exist.
Yet here I am, without peace.
It wasn't worth it, if you ask me,
To have peace for so long,
To know what life is like,
Co-existing with something as serene,
As beautiful as peace,
Only to have it snatched from my grasp.
I now live --sadly...
Was it ever meant to be?
I, the suitor, sit here alone.
Those days I spent with peace,
They seem so long ago.
The cruel punishment I now receive,
Is the absence of peace.
For a crime I did not commit,
A crime that does not exist.
Yet here I am, without peace.
It wasn't worth it, if you ask me,
To have peace for so long,
To know what life is like,
Co-existing with something as serene,
As beautiful as peace,
Only to have it snatched from my grasp.
I now live --sadly...
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Sep 2009 8:01am
4th Sep 2009 8:01am
Do Trees Smile?
She stops walking,
Stares pensively at a tree,
And asks
Could you ever love me?
As I pass you so often
I faintly question
Is that tranquil sway a smile,
What's my impression?
Are your shiny drops of dew,
Filled with pain and anguish?
I fear I cannot hear you,
As your feeble branches languish
When the lightning has no mercy
On those dismal, rainy days,
Are you sad when I don't show?
Who else meets your gaze?
Does the light, whispering breeze,
So beautifully embrace me?
Is the golden sun your enemy,...
Stares pensively at a tree,
And asks
Could you ever love me?
As I pass you so often
I faintly question
Is that tranquil sway a smile,
What's my impression?
Are your shiny drops of dew,
Filled with pain and anguish?
I fear I cannot hear you,
As your feeble branches languish
When the lightning has no mercy
On those dismal, rainy days,
Are you sad when I don't show?
Who else meets your gaze?
Does the light, whispering breeze,
So beautifully embrace me?
Is the golden sun your enemy,...
954 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2009 7:51am
3rd Sep 2009 7:51am
Monday-ist
You journey through a long, fearless adventure known as the week. Everone experiences it, but you're a hero. You work hard, diligently. And what's waiting for you, what could you possibly look forward to?
Monday is waiting for you at the end of this "Week Tunnel". You hope for light, but too bad,
It's Monday.
Monday waits, giving you a sly smile that makes you shake in your boots, waiting for you with open arms and a knife in it's back pocket. Not this Monday, Monday! Oh, you think you've got Monday all figured out this week.
There Monday is,...
Monday is waiting for you at the end of this "Week Tunnel". You hope for light, but too bad,
It's Monday.
Monday waits, giving you a sly smile that makes you shake in your boots, waiting for you with open arms and a knife in it's back pocket. Not this Monday, Monday! Oh, you think you've got Monday all figured out this week.
There Monday is,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2009 7:49am
3rd Sep 2009 7:49am
Social Global Warming
Some things are better left unsaid.
When winds of change blow down your door,
Rampage through your soft, humble home,
And shove the remnants of manic depressive seeds
Into your sheltered ears,
The time to listen to wolves,
Howling out their bluesy, forsworn woes, has come.
The deafening, impeding silence of life,
Should bear it's urban inflated head.
'Cause raging stampedes of semi-detective psychiatrists,
Will surely bring on a whirling,
Swirling,
Twirling tornado of classical ballet.
The swift, light hearted dancers of uninterrupted...
When winds of change blow down your door,
Rampage through your soft, humble home,
And shove the remnants of manic depressive seeds
Into your sheltered ears,
The time to listen to wolves,
Howling out their bluesy, forsworn woes, has come.
The deafening, impeding silence of life,
Should bear it's urban inflated head.
'Cause raging stampedes of semi-detective psychiatrists,
Will surely bring on a whirling,
Swirling,
Twirling tornado of classical ballet.
The swift, light hearted dancers of uninterrupted...
897 reads
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