Submissions by DeeplyTread
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 00:13am
14th Feb 2014 00:13am
Movie Love
Maybe I found it
When they burst through the door
The questions
Like trigger fingers
Curled around the metallic flavored fear
Of assault rifles in a fleeting scene
That really should've been cut.
Three kill shots from behind a plastic silencer
So no scream,
But no breath and no answers.
A Hollywood rhythm I'd forgotten,
Echoing against the patterns
Chance cut between
The severed sugar glass
Letting live
Glints of memory
Project onto blank-screened faces,
Replaying a paralysis of mind.
At least 20 times;...
When they burst through the door
The questions
Like trigger fingers
Curled around the metallic flavored fear
Of assault rifles in a fleeting scene
That really should've been cut.
Three kill shots from behind a plastic silencer
So no scream,
But no breath and no answers.
A Hollywood rhythm I'd forgotten,
Echoing against the patterns
Chance cut between
The severed sugar glass
Letting live
Glints of memory
Project onto blank-screened faces,
Replaying a paralysis of mind.
At least 20 times;...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 00:07am
14th Feb 2014 00:07am
Death of a Spark
Dark closet
escaping
muted
Laughter sounds
shifting positions
silence of
widening pupils
cold smoke
under
door
cracks..
moonlight
gropes
for emptiness
morphing blue patterns
his irises
meeting the
dilation of mine
glimpsing
hidden dimensions--
he is
stumbling
around the
...
escaping
muted
Laughter sounds
shifting positions
silence of
widening pupils
cold smoke
under
door
cracks..
moonlight
gropes
for emptiness
morphing blue patterns
his irises
meeting the
dilation of mine
glimpsing
hidden dimensions--
he is
stumbling
around the
...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 10:45pm
3rd Mar 2013 10:45pm
Letting the Days Go By
I hit the pavement hard, running
Away.
The slick pebbles of the pavement
Begin to blur
As my step quickens.
Letting the days go by. Time ticks. I’m still running.
My eyes meet the sky’s.
Memories cloud the familiar shade of twilight.
The wind is still and soft on my face
As I cut through it.
Letting the days go by. Time ticks.
The saltiness
Of rain and tears.
Letting the days go by.
My eyes
Hold emptiness
Yet they are ten times as heavy.
Then they are gone.
Away.
The slick pebbles of the pavement
Begin to blur
As my step quickens.
Letting the days go by. Time ticks. I’m still running.
My eyes meet the sky’s.
Memories cloud the familiar shade of twilight.
The wind is still and soft on my face
As I cut through it.
Letting the days go by. Time ticks.
The saltiness
Of rain and tears.
Letting the days go by.
My eyes
Hold emptiness
Yet they are ten times as heavy.
Then they are gone.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 5:25pm
15th Jan 2013 5:25pm
Stare
To know its heaven
And lust for its hell.
To stare longingly
Down the paths of dreams
As they've been tread.
They hang heavily.
A pungent essence
Sharp against the ghost of my being.
A spirit of good
The essence of the beautiful
Things of the earth.
Erudite tomes.
Unread words haunt the stillness
Of the dust.
Of the cold fire of passion.
I gorge my eyes,
Feign inebriate.
Never to be satiated,
The universe encompasses
And I stand at its edge.
And lust for its hell.
To stare longingly
Down the paths of dreams
As they've been tread.
They hang heavily.
A pungent essence
Sharp against the ghost of my being.
A spirit of good
The essence of the beautiful
Things of the earth.
Erudite tomes.
Unread words haunt the stillness
Of the dust.
Of the cold fire of passion.
I gorge my eyes,
Feign inebriate.
Never to be satiated,
The universe encompasses
And I stand at its edge.
552 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Sep 2010 1:06am
8th Sep 2010 1:06am
Held.
It wrenches through my soul
As it races through my brain; Those thoughts I kept myself from thinking
Yesterday.
For if I did I feared I'd find
reason to walk and run and hide.
It's too important, I tell myself with a cry,
to run away from this small world and die.
To feel the new, to be free, to not worry
about one thing
to be logical
for a change
To think the thoughts I used to think
would be to cry and scream
and shout and be
Anger rules me. I'm punching and kicking no one but me.
Now the inside
of...
As it races through my brain; Those thoughts I kept myself from thinking
Yesterday.
For if I did I feared I'd find
reason to walk and run and hide.
It's too important, I tell myself with a cry,
to run away from this small world and die.
To feel the new, to be free, to not worry
about one thing
to be logical
for a change
To think the thoughts I used to think
would be to cry and scream
and shout and be
Anger rules me. I'm punching and kicking no one but me.
Now the inside
of...
855 reads
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