Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2020 3:46am
14th Sep 2020 3:46am
And Once You've Fulfilled the Role to Survive
Chipping a tooth on stale baguette,
the mouth is just as wide.
The sky,
just as wide as the sky
swallowing the sun
though, in streaks, cracking the aquarium,
and rusty blue drops through wedges of rays
with starfish pouring down the breaks of foliage.
The mouth is just as wide.
With both hands, piledriving a loaf
and watering stony bits with a styro cup.
The concrete ottoman fumes in wind.
Dust bunnies overpopulate the roadside and up the ankles,
and rolling craniums wheel a thought machine on main...
the mouth is just as wide.
The sky,
just as wide as the sky
swallowing the sun
though, in streaks, cracking the aquarium,
and rusty blue drops through wedges of rays
with starfish pouring down the breaks of foliage.
The mouth is just as wide.
With both hands, piledriving a loaf
and watering stony bits with a styro cup.
The concrete ottoman fumes in wind.
Dust bunnies overpopulate the roadside and up the ankles,
and rolling craniums wheel a thought machine on main...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#LifeGoals
#poverty
286 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2020 10:59pm
12th Sep 2020 10:59pm
Bridge to Society
Ripe hearts burst their shells
when maturing full.
The shell of a mind and other nuts are cracked in untethered premise.
If the shell is sealed, the heart is allowed its seasons.
But to forcefully open a mind is uncertain.
Whether it's developed, green or decaying,
you are responsible for the state you find.
Aside, the thesis of the shell should be preserved.
If you compromise the casing of a premature heart, repair the broken barrier that incubated the...
when maturing full.
The shell of a mind and other nuts are cracked in untethered premise.
If the shell is sealed, the heart is allowed its seasons.
But to forcefully open a mind is uncertain.
Whether it's developed, green or decaying,
you are responsible for the state you find.
Aside, the thesis of the shell should be preserved.
If you compromise the casing of a premature heart, repair the broken barrier that incubated the...
#kindness
#humankind
#learning #meditation
#learning #meditation
395 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2020 9:01pm
12th Sep 2020 9:01pm
Liberal Art
A spider preyed me to the window.
In the blow of its jaws and the infusion of wanton saliva and rolling in mid-lucidity,
my face smushed into the glass's condensation.
The sun in the city sits on napes of the black mule and the albino donkey
and the light kneeds in cricks
unrelievable; concaved features in the new spine
in the shape of a maxim's posterior.
A clew of norms,
midday, unwound and threaded out to suspend and pop the dominant wrist when the pencil approximates the first line of a ruled sheet.
When the body has passed...
In the blow of its jaws and the infusion of wanton saliva and rolling in mid-lucidity,
my face smushed into the glass's condensation.
The sun in the city sits on napes of the black mule and the albino donkey
and the light kneeds in cricks
unrelievable; concaved features in the new spine
in the shape of a maxim's posterior.
A clew of norms,
midday, unwound and threaded out to suspend and pop the dominant wrist when the pencil approximates the first line of a ruled sheet.
When the body has passed...
#nature
#freedom
358 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2020 2:09am
6th Jun 2020 2:09am
Infatuate
The water orb condenses along the gravity of the lantern's core.
The waves surf over the light,
and the lantern's cyclops eye sees into
the lashings of a transmorphic wave.
But a shrunk pocket of butterfly squid laps through the compression of the lantern face,
glazes off the circling currents of the ocean orb
in beam.
Peppered deep deconstructs into a surface buoyance
in sparkle-specked water
as breath,
seeding out to the -8 magnitude fist of light containment of a floral blue hull.
The waves surf over the light,
and the lantern's cyclops eye sees into
the lashings of a transmorphic wave.
But a shrunk pocket of butterfly squid laps through the compression of the lantern face,
glazes off the circling currents of the ocean orb
in beam.
Peppered deep deconstructs into a surface buoyance
in sparkle-specked water
as breath,
seeding out to the -8 magnitude fist of light containment of a floral blue hull.
#obsession
362 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 3:12am
5th Jun 2020 3:12am
Unmovable
The blades of the shoulder flower at the slope of the clavicle,
protruding out onto cut air and pinched nerves
whenever bone and fats sit into the same oxygen.
From distilled pixels of still rock, knowing bone is not alive, but decked in ruby meats
wrinkled through skin and unto misalignment,
an eaten cheek twitches.
No skeleton sleeps;
though, the burden animal rife of fillets and cuts
is a conscious creature.
And the bone
whistles between the weights of the elements of its stockpile.
Like a...
protruding out onto cut air and pinched nerves
whenever bone and fats sit into the same oxygen.
From distilled pixels of still rock, knowing bone is not alive, but decked in ruby meats
wrinkled through skin and unto misalignment,
an eaten cheek twitches.
No skeleton sleeps;
though, the burden animal rife of fillets and cuts
is a conscious creature.
And the bone
whistles between the weights of the elements of its stockpile.
Like a...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
567 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2020 2:57pm
5th May 2020 2:57pm
The ImPact
Flock to the sea,
vines from the arms of rays
to where the phantasmagoria dotted eye
folded into button
sat into the water's swell.
Trickling up hot moons from there
and floating a closed anemone down in the cove.
Wipe your lids
in the camera of the sky.
Trace through the soul sprout with the rose-film cloud.
Peer ...
vines from the arms of rays
to where the phantasmagoria dotted eye
folded into button
sat into the water's swell.
Trickling up hot moons from there
and floating a closed anemone down in the cove.
Wipe your lids
in the camera of the sky.
Trace through the soul sprout with the rose-film cloud.
Peer ...
#nature
#surreal
#SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery
#erotic
441 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 6:14am
30th Apr 2020 6:14am
Regenesis in Corded Lace
Sunspot seeping in the cellar's laundry,
the bodies give a rise
under wrinkled lids of that beam —
it quivers.
One mirror earns my sympathy
and so, in the slither of fish,
to drown only once
and burst out by the river's tongue
in the expanse of a foaming form —
roar against schist and jasper shoreline —
concede then I a rickety crypt
and sail my dead out in salt brine.
The sun winces away.
Corns of silence, this self-reliance,
pain the walker each foot down the winded preserve,
telling...
the bodies give a rise
under wrinkled lids of that beam —
it quivers.
One mirror earns my sympathy
and so, in the slither of fish,
to drown only once
and burst out by the river's tongue
in the expanse of a foaming form —
roar against schist and jasper shoreline —
concede then I a rickety crypt
and sail my dead out in salt brine.
The sun winces away.
Corns of silence, this self-reliance,
pain the walker each foot down the winded preserve,
telling...
#anxiety
#beauty
#MentalHealth
#healing
#SelfWorth
613 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2020 10:48pm
10th Feb 2020 10:48pm
Treaty of Orifice
When will you give me the coroner's rose?
Sleeping with me in the overcast of the Capitol,
a casualty in blackberry filling
made bystander in law's ambition
reluctant to churn camouflage amphibious
on the desert cement decking floor,
but not opposing in a way to drive over a collector's runic sand
as in siding with an I Am society.
Two hundred lymphs spoke June of me.
I collapsed on the red gown of their consensus
that summer wore dilapidation first,
saying I should not sweat
the small stuff.
Then give...
Sleeping with me in the overcast of the Capitol,
a casualty in blackberry filling
made bystander in law's ambition
reluctant to churn camouflage amphibious
on the desert cement decking floor,
but not opposing in a way to drive over a collector's runic sand
as in siding with an I Am society.
Two hundred lymphs spoke June of me.
I collapsed on the red gown of their consensus
that summer wore dilapidation first,
saying I should not sweat
the small stuff.
Then give...
#depression
#loneliness
#death
462 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 3:44am
7th Feb 2020 3:44am
Artificial Life
Pickle thumbs, how you clasp at the ceiling
in a black
as the light's dead.
Prostrate the machine, your dead weight, to the sky
and roll along that plucked apple soul your shelter overhead
as the lazing eyes evaluate the distorted waveline
of conscious cracks. Those you wheel upon
until the corner frame.
Thud and doubleback.
The spine draws a stomach of no hunger-iness.
The inner knee's suction to the sheet locks in the leg's cone.
There are no worries in heater warmth.
Spirit, you ghost, find a token in a...
in a black
as the light's dead.
Prostrate the machine, your dead weight, to the sky
and roll along that plucked apple soul your shelter overhead
as the lazing eyes evaluate the distorted waveline
of conscious cracks. Those you wheel upon
until the corner frame.
Thud and doubleback.
The spine draws a stomach of no hunger-iness.
The inner knee's suction to the sheet locks in the leg's cone.
There are no worries in heater warmth.
Spirit, you ghost, find a token in a...
#depression
#ghosts
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#apathy
417 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2020 1:39am
26th Jan 2020 1:39am
Galileo of the Upper Earth
The sun to your right is truer than that in the east.
Magnitudes construed of pomp to the resting cerulean —
to the right and gleaming in the navel
the bright star that considers each one's earth
in the expanding volley of islands stacked in the urban air.
Giving up astronomy hours ago,
the minutes of our truths come near.
The sun rises to the right
and your shovel waves from the east.
A pebble that subdues the mountain as it sits,
the broader human phases out of the wooden room
to the new-found lands.
The...
Magnitudes construed of pomp to the resting cerulean —
to the right and gleaming in the navel
the bright star that considers each one's earth
in the expanding volley of islands stacked in the urban air.
Giving up astronomy hours ago,
the minutes of our truths come near.
The sun rises to the right
and your shovel waves from the east.
A pebble that subdues the mountain as it sits,
the broader human phases out of the wooden room
to the new-found lands.
The...
#inspirational
#humankind
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 4:07am
20th Dec 2019 4:07am
Waterlogging Generations
I'd wonder how far in the ground I'd settle before the ground would say,
"There are no coffins for the living."
The escalator greets hop-less noses to mall tile.
Booths of fiction sequels offer their leagues of hands.
All hands to the despondent walker of Dali inter-position
given arrisal by a Chevy down a neural path
on the wall of reptilian depository
where color diverges along ravenousness lines
of white naught.
Reference-less eyes can blink this way.
A booth's teller rangles in him or her or it, in possible matter ...
"There are no coffins for the living."
The escalator greets hop-less noses to mall tile.
Booths of fiction sequels offer their leagues of hands.
All hands to the despondent walker of Dali inter-position
given arrisal by a Chevy down a neural path
on the wall of reptilian depository
where color diverges along ravenousness lines
of white naught.
Reference-less eyes can blink this way.
A booth's teller rangles in him or her or it, in possible matter ...
#loneliness
#technology
#consumerism
#emptiness
#apathy
357 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
5th Dec 2019 4:44pm
The Power Thereof
The pulpit of the exalted
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
on the back of stained glass of a dragged heaven,
centrifuged from a global body's amygdala,
acts charity of the same exhaustion,
and the heaven is one of blood and muscle spraining.
In the courts of the Commonsense,
yogis and some seers are tried by the 40th years
if there are any secrets for the New Wave to know
for the mobocracy's confidential inquisition into matters that fulfill the empty breathing of civic norms.
The graveyards.
In the dark umbrella, the saints mourn,
but at separate...
#religion
#Christian
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
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