Submissions by Cheybutta
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 5:15am
5th Mar 2014 5:15am
I breathe you in
With the weight of the world
Encapsulated in a gaze.
the weight of a world,
In a Love,
A love with an expiration date.
Happiness is two fold
There is always acknowledgement
Of its imminent absence.
At the other end of the gaze
Lays a heart that beats
The same as mine,
Yet eyes that don't understand.
Eyes that return my gaze
Absent of weight
as mine now fill with envy.
Envy turns to appreciation--
I breathe you in.
And I embrace in you
what I lack in myself,
And I am thankful
Encapsulated in a gaze.
the weight of a world,
In a Love,
A love with an expiration date.
Happiness is two fold
There is always acknowledgement
Of its imminent absence.
At the other end of the gaze
Lays a heart that beats
The same as mine,
Yet eyes that don't understand.
Eyes that return my gaze
Absent of weight
as mine now fill with envy.
Envy turns to appreciation--
I breathe you in.
And I embrace in you
what I lack in myself,
And I am thankful
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 7:20pm
4th Mar 2014 7:20pm
When you've done wrong
When you've done wrong
Guilt knocks on your door
You ignore it like
the Jehovah's Witness
And other pushers of pamphlets
And yet he pushes past
Your front door
Jumping
Taking his firmly planted feet from your welcome mat
And sticking, planting himself in your mind
And he grows there
Festers
Spreading and consuming
Till you're forced to notice him
And admit your faults
But to no avail, he is too late
As he moves in
What prompted his visit moves out
And for what you have gained,
A mental weight,
You have...
Guilt knocks on your door
You ignore it like
the Jehovah's Witness
And other pushers of pamphlets
And yet he pushes past
Your front door
Jumping
Taking his firmly planted feet from your welcome mat
And sticking, planting himself in your mind
And he grows there
Festers
Spreading and consuming
Till you're forced to notice him
And admit your faults
But to no avail, he is too late
As he moves in
What prompted his visit moves out
And for what you have gained,
A mental weight,
You have...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 6:36am
4th Mar 2014 6:36am
My Beautiful Rosebud
You are only now
as your name tells you
a bud.
And this is but your beginning.
With each day
Your petals are bound,
by nature itself,
To welcome themselves more to the sun;
To inch open, and
anticipate opening up to this world.
Your stalk has yet to grow,
But may it be bound to same forces as you petals,
Then it mustgrow.
To reach its green stature to the heavens. Yet,
All you know is of the mud you've trudged through,
The at first brown slime
You feared would coat your complexion, and suppress you
beneath the Earth...
as your name tells you
a bud.
And this is but your beginning.
With each day
Your petals are bound,
by nature itself,
To welcome themselves more to the sun;
To inch open, and
anticipate opening up to this world.
Your stalk has yet to grow,
But may it be bound to same forces as you petals,
Then it mustgrow.
To reach its green stature to the heavens. Yet,
All you know is of the mud you've trudged through,
The at first brown slime
You feared would coat your complexion, and suppress you
beneath the Earth...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 10:09pm
3rd Mar 2014 10:09pm
Pretty Pink Lovely
She's wonderfully depressed
And she's wonderfully lovely.
Pretty pink skirts
Pretty crystal tears
From those pretty blue eyes.
Somedays pretty crimson
Flows from pretty pale wrist,
Slits that give her pretty face a pretty pale twist;
Her body slumped on the pretty tiled floor.
And now she rests
In a pretty little plot
In a tight little coffin
In a stuffy pink dress
in a dreary little cemetery
With pretty pink flowers
Scattered
Six feet above
And she's wonderfully lovely.
Pretty pink skirts
Pretty crystal tears
From those pretty blue eyes.
Somedays pretty crimson
Flows from pretty pale wrist,
Slits that give her pretty face a pretty pale twist;
Her body slumped on the pretty tiled floor.
And now she rests
In a pretty little plot
In a tight little coffin
In a stuffy pink dress
in a dreary little cemetery
With pretty pink flowers
Scattered
Six feet above
631 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 9:46pm
3rd Mar 2014 9:46pm
Pressure
Is a crack under pressure a reflection of my character?
For I know not how to control,
My pot for planting
is overfilled
With dirt and worms and struggling fauna
It it weathered
And therefore weakened
Under the force that it is meant to contain
The blemish grew
Water leaked and nutrients with it--
But I have found some putty for my pot for planting
And everything is anew
For I know not how to control,
My pot for planting
is overfilled
With dirt and worms and struggling fauna
It it weathered
And therefore weakened
Under the force that it is meant to contain
The blemish grew
Water leaked and nutrients with it--
But I have found some putty for my pot for planting
And everything is anew
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 2:13am
3rd Mar 2014 2:13am
In my mind
The words I spoke to you,
They replay in my mind.
I relive the moment,
And then comes the regret.
I feel no pain,
though I lie and lie
We were not star crossed lovers,
But my conscience demands you to stay.
Are we to learn something from deja vu?
To uncover a truth never before seen?
Or to relish in a mistake
These memories impede my path
To recovery,
To a clean conscience,
To moving forward.
You linger in my dreams
In my thoughts
Oh how I wish you would leave
The physical has
But it left things behind
In...
They replay in my mind.
I relive the moment,
And then comes the regret.
I feel no pain,
though I lie and lie
We were not star crossed lovers,
But my conscience demands you to stay.
Are we to learn something from deja vu?
To uncover a truth never before seen?
Or to relish in a mistake
These memories impede my path
To recovery,
To a clean conscience,
To moving forward.
You linger in my dreams
In my thoughts
Oh how I wish you would leave
The physical has
But it left things behind
In...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 2:05am
3rd Mar 2014 2:05am
Signs
She was checked out
In her own world.
The shell she left behind was--
ambivalent.
Unsure.
Crying out for help
Or a simple release
Only few knew
They brushed it off
She hid it from those closest
They remained ignorant
They didn't notice,
They slow speech
The mess
The swollen eyes
The forgetfulness,
Her absence
In her own world.
The shell she left behind was--
ambivalent.
Unsure.
Crying out for help
Or a simple release
Only few knew
They brushed it off
She hid it from those closest
They remained ignorant
They didn't notice,
They slow speech
The mess
The swollen eyes
The forgetfulness,
Her absence
510 reads
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