Submissions by Cloven_Zonkle
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction cloven_zonkle
SONG LYRICS
Published
29th Apr 2020 4:01am
29th Apr 2020 4:01am
Sinking Hands
Entrance of the singing hands
Mercy, mercy
Your dark face
She knows him well
And he's a low, low, indivisible man
To be myself again
Please enter
Becalm
Nothing new here
Under the sun
Away with me, away with me
They run
Just look, look and see, my bent
knees of stone
Back to the dust
As we have been told
Holding on to the sky
Like smoke
Here it is
The bone of my bones
Shy desert
Singing down obstacles drowning...
Mercy, mercy
Your dark face
She knows him well
And he's a low, low, indivisible man
To be myself again
Please enter
Becalm
Nothing new here
Under the sun
Away with me, away with me
They run
Just look, look and see, my bent
knees of stone
Back to the dust
As we have been told
Holding on to the sky
Like smoke
Here it is
The bone of my bones
Shy desert
Singing down obstacles drowning...
#spiritual
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2020 7:20am
23rd Apr 2020 7:20am
untiled
Are you there? Somehow,
I feel... my words are on
the board. What
The true cure wants, it...
gets and... I got it
I reopened a box of makeup a
few days ago. And now?
I hope to kill no more. A small
box,
And
Worry—It won't disturb...
It will run away. Hide.
Be unavailable
Start talking. You can do it...
A good job...
I feel... my words are on
the board. What
The true cure wants, it...
gets and... I got it
I reopened a box of makeup a
few days ago. And now?
I hope to kill no more. A small
box,
And
Worry—It won't disturb...
It will run away. Hide.
Be unavailable
Start talking. You can do it...
A good job...
#confessional
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Mar 2020 11:41pm
26th Mar 2020 11:41pm
Struwwelpeter
Word
s about young Frankfurt doctor Heinrich Hoffmann at night in 1844 when he wanted to baptize his three-year-old son Carl a picture book, he found one among all those that the bookseller put in for him, based on demands for easy comprehension. When he got home, he brought a notebook with him, which he handed over to his wife with the words: "Here I have what we need", and to the astonished exclamation: "This is an empty notebook!
he replied: "Yes, but I want to make a picture book for the boy myself." It was not for nothing that...
s about young Frankfurt doctor Heinrich Hoffmann at night in 1844 when he wanted to baptize his three-year-old son Carl a picture book, he found one among all those that the bookseller put in for him, based on demands for easy comprehension. When he got home, he brought a notebook with him, which he handed over to his wife with the words: "Here I have what we need", and to the astonished exclamation: "This is an empty notebook!
he replied: "Yes, but I want to make a picture book for the boy myself." It was not for nothing that...
#books
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2019 1:23pm
21st Jan 2019 1:23pm
It has been like this
#nonfiction
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Sep 2018 8:00pm
15th Sep 2018 8:00pm
...
I had no language, not for
irritability, nor joy, nor for
any of them. I understand
myself and others so
damn blurry, until I say,
damn, yes, do it, please,
let's fuck this thing, today,
and I did it. I took myself
and a prescription to be
transgender and now I'm
nude girl, under my shirt,
wet cat, fresh blood
Shakespeare
& Co.,
The United States
That is,
I am being eaten by
bears.
irritability, nor joy, nor for
any of them. I understand
myself and others so
damn blurry, until I say,
damn, yes, do it, please,
let's fuck this thing, today,
and I did it. I took myself
and a prescription to be
transgender and now I'm
nude girl, under my shirt,
wet cat, fresh blood
Shakespeare
& Co.,
The United States
That is,
I am being eaten by
bears.
#conflict
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 9:39pm
30th Jan 2018 9:39pm
Galactic Equator Unconscious And Conscious
Life is desire, exile,
dungeons, and secret fails
and now I fall
Out of a matrix of
manners and customs
through radio waves an
interstellar dust
through death, through
the book of life
and into the unfixed
It is a mystery
dungeons, and secret fails
and now I fall
Out of a matrix of
manners and customs
through radio waves an
interstellar dust
through death, through
the book of life
and into the unfixed
It is a mystery
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2016 1:44pm
15th Sep 2016 1:44pm
........... Raged
I love have always been do love you true
I was also sick of me.
I don't know what, still, read the thoughts of mayhem
When I was ugly.
Please forgive, forgive me you my love.
I
और मैं........... Rage.
Under fire, building and medical services provided
War
The complete boxed set.
Similarly, our lips. ...
I was also sick of me.
I don't know what, still, read the thoughts of mayhem
When I was ugly.
Please forgive, forgive me you my love.
I
और मैं........... Rage.
Under fire, building and medical services provided
War
The complete boxed set.
Similarly, our lips. ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2016 8:02pm
14th Sep 2016 8:02pm
Of Beautiful Skies Where Sleep The Stars
On the foam of perilous
seas
on the thresholds of a great
turn
in the blue evening of my
latent birth
i will let the winds bathe
the great sky
open
naked, and dreaming in
(Author's Notes/Comments:
...
seas
on the thresholds of a great
turn
in the blue evening of my
latent birth
i will let the winds bathe
the great sky
open
naked, and dreaming in
(Author's Notes/Comments:
...
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