Submissions by David_Macleod (14397816)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2014 7:51pm
23rd Nov 2014 7:51pm
The Open Door
Without warning
A door in my head opened
A solid wooden green door
Brass coffin like handles
It opened slowly
There was an audible creak
Followed by the silence
Of white noise.
I am not sure whether the noise
Disappeared or I just
Stopped hearing it
The silence was broken
A child sobbing, crying
Became a child screaming
For dear life
I could hear the build up
Of strong winds and thunder
Then a cavalcade of dark figures
Entered at speed
Through the blackness
Of the open door
Too many to count
Too...
A door in my head opened
A solid wooden green door
Brass coffin like handles
It opened slowly
There was an audible creak
Followed by the silence
Of white noise.
I am not sure whether the noise
Disappeared or I just
Stopped hearing it
The silence was broken
A child sobbing, crying
Became a child screaming
For dear life
I could hear the build up
Of strong winds and thunder
Then a cavalcade of dark figures
Entered at speed
Through the blackness
Of the open door
Too many to count
Too...
#depression
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
1031 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 11:24pm
22nd Nov 2014 11:24pm
Knocking
I hear you knocking
Despite my sticker saying ‘No Hawking!’
I hear you knocking
Despite all my paranoid locking
I hear you knocking
If pushed I’ll listen, I wont do talking
I hear you knocking
I see your eyes through my letterbox gawking
I hear you knocking
Scared, my only response is baulking
I hear you knocking
I wouldn’t even answer sleep walking
I hear you knocking
I just sit, and continue rocking
I’ve heard you knocking before
But I’m still refusing to answer the door
Despite my sticker saying ‘No Hawking!’
I hear you knocking
Despite all my paranoid locking
I hear you knocking
If pushed I’ll listen, I wont do talking
I hear you knocking
I see your eyes through my letterbox gawking
I hear you knocking
Scared, my only response is baulking
I hear you knocking
I wouldn’t even answer sleep walking
I hear you knocking
I just sit, and continue rocking
I’ve heard you knocking before
But I’m still refusing to answer the door
729 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 11:23pm
22nd Nov 2014 11:23pm
A Wish To,.
To re-inact Gene Kelly’s singing in the rain
To be able to speed up and catch that train
To go for a twilight jog in the park
And feel the burst of endorphine spark
To make a sprint and reach the finnish
Without agony making my desire diminish
To march to the tune of a normal beat
Without feeling like you’ve got flippers for feet
To sophisticated stroll hand in cane
And just walk 5 yards without fuckin pain
To effortlessly jive and cut a rug
When ye can’t lift your leg like a pissing dog
To become like Flattley and dance a jig
Instead o’...
To be able to speed up and catch that train
To go for a twilight jog in the park
And feel the burst of endorphine spark
To make a sprint and reach the finnish
Without agony making my desire diminish
To march to the tune of a normal beat
Without feeling like you’ve got flippers for feet
To sophisticated stroll hand in cane
And just walk 5 yards without fuckin pain
To effortlessly jive and cut a rug
When ye can’t lift your leg like a pissing dog
To become like Flattley and dance a jig
Instead o’...
749 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2014 5:36pm
21st Nov 2014 5:36pm
Time Fades Away
As a child, looking up was problematic for me
The constant screaming and shouting bowed my head
In my teens there was no rebellion, still no looking up
Just more people to fear, more downward pressure applied
In my twenties there was a light at the end of my tunnel
The light became too bright, so I bowed my head yet again
In my thirties there was no respite everyone was a bully
Family, friends, colleagues – all of them need my obedience
In my forties I occasionally raised it above the parapets
It appears that your 40’s is an age to be beaten down harder...
The constant screaming and shouting bowed my head
In my teens there was no rebellion, still no looking up
Just more people to fear, more downward pressure applied
In my twenties there was a light at the end of my tunnel
The light became too bright, so I bowed my head yet again
In my thirties there was no respite everyone was a bully
Family, friends, colleagues – all of them need my obedience
In my forties I occasionally raised it above the parapets
It appears that your 40’s is an age to be beaten down harder...
773 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2014 5:34pm
21st Nov 2014 5:34pm
End of the Line
There are whizzing and whirring sounds clear in my head
with my current pulse rate I should probably be dead.
The space around me emulsifies like powder,
there’s a taste in my mouth like tinned tuna chowder.
My eye colour cycles through red, amber, green
I feel flashing lights that my eyes haven’t seen.
My knuckles crunch, my joints grate like cheese
my bones mulch together like doughnuts in grease.
My spinal chords missing, my lips cannot sip
my anus gyrates, I feel loose at the hip.
My fingers extend, my rib cage tingles
a...
with my current pulse rate I should probably be dead.
The space around me emulsifies like powder,
there’s a taste in my mouth like tinned tuna chowder.
My eye colour cycles through red, amber, green
I feel flashing lights that my eyes haven’t seen.
My knuckles crunch, my joints grate like cheese
my bones mulch together like doughnuts in grease.
My spinal chords missing, my lips cannot sip
my anus gyrates, I feel loose at the hip.
My fingers extend, my rib cage tingles
a...
736 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 8:12pm
20th Nov 2014 8:12pm
Angel
He had the face of an angel
he smiled and winked his eyes
raised his eyebrows, gave a sigh
He had the face of an angel
A glowing light shone round his face
no darkness near him, not a trace
He had the face of an angel
He had a look of wisdom behind his eyes
no need for singing lullabyes
He had the face of an angel
He looked at me, my heart swelled inside
A special bond which couldn't be denied
He had the face of an angel
I felt his heartbeat next to mine
I felt his breath, I saw him shine
He had the face of an...
he smiled and winked his eyes
raised his eyebrows, gave a sigh
He had the face of an angel
A glowing light shone round his face
no darkness near him, not a trace
He had the face of an angel
He had a look of wisdom behind his eyes
no need for singing lullabyes
He had the face of an angel
He looked at me, my heart swelled inside
A special bond which couldn't be denied
He had the face of an angel
I felt his heartbeat next to mine
I felt his breath, I saw him shine
He had the face of an...
740 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 8:05pm
20th Nov 2014 8:05pm
The Valiant 306
Wreaths of blood red poppies
A minutes silence to remember
To commemorate the fallen
To show respect for sacrifice
I cannot join you
Heads bowed in prayer
Prayers for the dead
You honour their memory
I will not Join you
There’s no questioning why
Why they became the fallen
Why they had to die
Why they had to kill
The Valiant 306
Jack (17) crouched low
His back firmly against
The wall of the trench
He wiped the blood and
Shards of skull covering
His face and shoulders
An eye ball and chunk
Of jaw bone sat...
A minutes silence to remember
To commemorate the fallen
To show respect for sacrifice
I cannot join you
Heads bowed in prayer
Prayers for the dead
You honour their memory
I will not Join you
There’s no questioning why
Why they became the fallen
Why they had to die
Why they had to kill
The Valiant 306
Jack (17) crouched low
His back firmly against
The wall of the trench
He wiped the blood and
Shards of skull covering
His face and shoulders
An eye ball and chunk
Of jaw bone sat...
663 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 9:09pm
19th Nov 2014 9:09pm
small Dreams
I am having small dreams
A hot steaming bubble bath with candles
A hot steaming cup of tea, with extra sugar
A hot steaming sauna naked with no towels
A hot steaming Madras with Coconut rice
A hot steaming shower with lavender gel
A hot steaming bowl of soup with croutons
A hot steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows
A hot steaming Turkish bath with massage
A hot steaming Latte in front of the fire
A hot steamy affair on the rug in front of the fire
I am having small dreams
Because I can’t afford big ones
A hot steaming bubble bath with candles
A hot steaming cup of tea, with extra sugar
A hot steaming sauna naked with no towels
A hot steaming Madras with Coconut rice
A hot steaming shower with lavender gel
A hot steaming bowl of soup with croutons
A hot steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows
A hot steaming Turkish bath with massage
A hot steaming Latte in front of the fire
A hot steamy affair on the rug in front of the fire
I am having small dreams
Because I can’t afford big ones
845 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 9:02pm
19th Nov 2014 9:02pm
BITE
Take a bite
Please don’t take fright
He’s talking shite
Just take a bite
If you take a bite you’ll see the light
The day and night
The wrong, the right
Go on, take a bite
I can see you’ve got an appetite
For munching under candlelight
just defy his holy might
and take a fuckin bite
your own corner you must fight
enjoy the taste of my delight
enjoy being naked in my sight
But only if you take a bite
I’m yer fallen angel, just off white
My darkness always woefully bright
Be one with me as I invite...
Please don’t take fright
He’s talking shite
Just take a bite
If you take a bite you’ll see the light
The day and night
The wrong, the right
Go on, take a bite
I can see you’ve got an appetite
For munching under candlelight
just defy his holy might
and take a fuckin bite
your own corner you must fight
enjoy the taste of my delight
enjoy being naked in my sight
But only if you take a bite
I’m yer fallen angel, just off white
My darkness always woefully bright
Be one with me as I invite...
798 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 2:01am
19th Nov 2014 2:01am
Letters From "Where I Am"
An Acrostic Poem
Where I Am
Writing you this letter
Hope it finds you well
Everyday I think of you
Rolling as you fell
Everything is different
I see you as you wink
Adjusting how you’re standing up
Modifying what you drink
Where I Am
Writing you this letter
Hope it finds you well
Everyday I think of you
Rolling as you fell
Everything is different
I see you as you wink
Adjusting how you’re standing up
Modifying what you drink
645 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 1:57am
19th Nov 2014 1:57am
Quote
The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.”
Robert Hughes 1938
Ninety nine percent of what I write
Is just not good enough
One percent is utter crap
The other thirty percent of what I write
Wont make the cut despite the fact
It’s worthy of publication by Penguin classic
This leaves fifty two percent of what I write
Twenty eight percent
Is proof positive, that there is no god
Thirty seven percent
Is Brilliance without parallel
The final sixty...
Robert Hughes 1938
Ninety nine percent of what I write
Is just not good enough
One percent is utter crap
The other thirty percent of what I write
Wont make the cut despite the fact
It’s worthy of publication by Penguin classic
This leaves fifty two percent of what I write
Twenty eight percent
Is proof positive, that there is no god
Thirty seven percent
Is Brilliance without parallel
The final sixty...
770 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2014 2:47am
18th Nov 2014 2:47am
say something
Him
Time passes really slowly here
Not that you’d notice
Well you are not always here
I am always here
I have nothing but time
And the power to blink
I can stare at you for ages
Through firmly closed eyelids
I can smell that fragrance
By Cacharel – your favourite
You smile a lot, these days
But why won’t you talk to me
Her
Time passes really slowly here
Not that you’d notice
You’re, just always here
For me it’s not easy anymore
But it’s all that I have now
Wife becomes designated visitor
Sometimes it’s...
Time passes really slowly here
Not that you’d notice
Well you are not always here
I am always here
I have nothing but time
And the power to blink
I can stare at you for ages
Through firmly closed eyelids
I can smell that fragrance
By Cacharel – your favourite
You smile a lot, these days
But why won’t you talk to me
Her
Time passes really slowly here
Not that you’d notice
You’re, just always here
For me it’s not easy anymore
But it’s all that I have now
Wife becomes designated visitor
Sometimes it’s...
670 reads
2 Comments
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