Submissions by DiaryoftheNow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the end, we can only hope to be a little deeper into the woods, a little more lost, a little further from home.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2022 1:34pm
4th Nov 2022 1:34pm
Dec 21
I want to become a permanent fixture,
Dwelling in an uninteresting well.
Lightheaded and unbelievably dismal,
I walked for miles along the empty streets of Lafayette.
Daydreaming of shooting stars, of giant gaseous orbs bleeding into the rhythmic song of time.
There is no home here or elsewhere, dragging around my body like a princess without her prince,
One more swig, another careless drag, ingest what you can to keep up the rhythm of your feet.
A few towns over near a Taco Bell you’ll walk back with your face eastern and cold....
Dwelling in an uninteresting well.
Lightheaded and unbelievably dismal,
I walked for miles along the empty streets of Lafayette.
Daydreaming of shooting stars, of giant gaseous orbs bleeding into the rhythmic song of time.
There is no home here or elsewhere, dragging around my body like a princess without her prince,
One more swig, another careless drag, ingest what you can to keep up the rhythm of your feet.
A few towns over near a Taco Bell you’ll walk back with your face eastern and cold....
#depression
#identity
#addiction #oppression
#addiction #oppression
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2022 5:58am
3rd Nov 2022 5:58am
The
I hate myself when I’m sailing onthe comet,
Undo the strap and stick it inthe ground,
Caress the stress pointing outhe window,
Hate the crass bath smelling upthe door.
Parade got washed moving throughthe city,
Ricochet sounded loud insidethe crowd,
Unarm the tall guard standing watch besidethe window,
Tears collect like mountains rising fromthe floor.
Barricade the subconscious behindthe magic carpet,
The glowing sensuous pixels that madethe wallflower sneeze,
A pervert that’s always glancing up atthe window,
Pacing, until the...
Undo the strap and stick it inthe ground,
Caress the stress pointing outhe window,
Hate the crass bath smelling upthe door.
Parade got washed moving throughthe city,
Ricochet sounded loud insidethe crowd,
Unarm the tall guard standing watch besidethe window,
Tears collect like mountains rising fromthe floor.
Barricade the subconscious behindthe magic carpet,
The glowing sensuous pixels that madethe wallflower sneeze,
A pervert that’s always glancing up atthe window,
Pacing, until the...
#anxiety
#addiction
#CallToAction
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2022 11:56am
2nd Nov 2022 11:56am
So Much Older Then
Once, I was in love with everything.
The way water formed and fell,
The notches of trees standing like monuments to life,
The sandbox days of warm comfort,
The cool nights by a loving furnace,
Laughing,
In a clearing of the thicket,
We dug the dirt with a spade,
Saw a glimpse of the unbelievable world beneath us.
We had kissed,
Everyone was furious,
But we were proud.
Then came the resignation of age.
I fumbled for a switch in cosmic darkness:
“What does it mean?”
That some God or other doomed us with awareness?...
The way water formed and fell,
The notches of trees standing like monuments to life,
The sandbox days of warm comfort,
The cool nights by a loving furnace,
Laughing,
In a clearing of the thicket,
We dug the dirt with a spade,
Saw a glimpse of the unbelievable world beneath us.
We had kissed,
Everyone was furious,
But we were proud.
Then came the resignation of age.
I fumbled for a switch in cosmic darkness:
“What does it mean?”
That some God or other doomed us with awareness?...
#identity
#dreams
#death #PopCulture
#death #PopCulture
443 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2022 11:41am
1st Nov 2022 11:41am
Orthogonal Chance
When your pale skin touches a fervent glance,
When gardens grow in my pupils like string,
I will recall an orthogonal chance,
The one where the ego tasted death’s sting.
Rotten flesh filled the deep sleeping bedroom,
I danced in hell’s gallows as the smoke rose,
Omens rang out like a Locrian doom;
Like a megaphone made of syrinx’s woes.
Though I still dream of those sassafras sighs;
Though the asylum of musty breath remains;
Though I am undone by what it denies;
Though you can still see the indigo stains:
I must...
When gardens grow in my pupils like string,
I will recall an orthogonal chance,
The one where the ego tasted death’s sting.
Rotten flesh filled the deep sleeping bedroom,
I danced in hell’s gallows as the smoke rose,
Omens rang out like a Locrian doom;
Like a megaphone made of syrinx’s woes.
Though I still dream of those sassafras sighs;
Though the asylum of musty breath remains;
Though I am undone by what it denies;
Though you can still see the indigo stains:
I must...
#breakup
#surreal
#symbolism #oppression
#symbolism #oppression
271 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 11:52am
24th Apr 2020 11:52am
Sister Seagram, the Profetess of Lonliness
Bold heroine of the night-
My luck has run dry,
my thighs have clamped shut
Oh apple of my dirty eye.
My unfaultering faith,
Your faultering stance.
You're kissing my head,
Preparing for entrance.
One with my goddess,
My lonely goddess of the night,
I'll follow you anywhere,
In this hour of delight.
My luck has run dry,
my thighs have clamped shut
Oh apple of my dirty eye.
My unfaultering faith,
Your faultering stance.
You're kissing my head,
Preparing for entrance.
One with my goddess,
My lonely goddess of the night,
I'll follow you anywhere,
In this hour of delight.
#dark
#alcohol
#lover
#dirty
#CallToAction
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 11:24am
24th Apr 2020 11:24am
Being unjustified being
Being unjustified being.
Star, potato, patio, ratio.
Cum, degrade, pad thai, raid.
Run wild, forest greens, lost child.
Bold mountain, candy fountain, black & mild.
Underated and constipated,
In a coma, and intubated,
Press releasing gracefully,
Husband's tragic death.
Being unjustified being.
basset hound hour,
dipping into sweet and scour-
holding breath (dancing golden visions)
holding breath (paralyzed by indicision)
holding breath (moments of weakness)
holding breath (seeing mothers on...
Star, potato, patio, ratio.
Cum, degrade, pad thai, raid.
Run wild, forest greens, lost child.
Bold mountain, candy fountain, black & mild.
Underated and constipated,
In a coma, and intubated,
Press releasing gracefully,
Husband's tragic death.
Being unjustified being.
basset hound hour,
dipping into sweet and scour-
holding breath (dancing golden visions)
holding breath (paralyzed by indicision)
holding breath (moments of weakness)
holding breath (seeing mothers on...
#erotic
#betrayal
#dance
#philosophical
#PopCulture
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2020 4:29am
20th Apr 2020 4:29am
Ease
Dramatic ease
Revealing gutters of the mind,
Love painted in Blue.
Breeding inside the fringes
of a black Basquiat.
The knowledge of a tongue,
settles slowly,
dim and lonely,
Black cross-hatch,
across your pale and drunken face.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
Revealing gutters of the mind,
Love painted in Blue.
Breeding inside the fringes
of a black Basquiat.
The knowledge of a tongue,
settles slowly,
dim and lonely,
Black cross-hatch,
across your pale and drunken face.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
Our solidarity should ease that pain.
#love
#grief
#loneliness #oppression
#loneliness #oppression
806 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 10:36pm
25th Feb 2020 10:36pm
Ode to a Culture
Rapidly advancing,
germinating, growing,
amassing wealth,
sating hungers,
sating thirsts.
Highways tower,
towers reaching,
exploring, exploiting,
plots, numbers, figures,
shoulders bumping
on a train.
Gods dying,
Gods reviving,
plans of changing,
past repeating,
past repeating,
past repeating.
germinating, growing,
amassing wealth,
sating hungers,
sating thirsts.
Highways tower,
towers reaching,
exploring, exploiting,
plots, numbers, figures,
shoulders bumping
on a train.
Gods dying,
Gods reviving,
plans of changing,
past repeating,
past repeating,
past repeating.
#humankind
#historical
#culture #PopCulture
#culture #PopCulture
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0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2019 10:52pm
30th Oct 2019 10:52pm
not(I)
I'm nothing new,
not(I)
To say it plainly,
the subset of planes intersecting
under your bus-seat,
bumbling down Alabama.
I hear,
not(I)
the monster of yesterday-today,
breathing oxycodone,
enter DEATH:
"Where the hell am I?"
not(I)
I've stumbled on stones reaching God's unknown in furrious and zealous anger, heart dismembered on desertified lands, calling up the manager:
"not(I)"
I remember gripping my chest,
and then a flash, but after that it's all colors, shades, and lines...
not(I)
To say it plainly,
the subset of planes intersecting
under your bus-seat,
bumbling down Alabama.
I hear,
not(I)
the monster of yesterday-today,
breathing oxycodone,
enter DEATH:
"Where the hell am I?"
not(I)
I've stumbled on stones reaching God's unknown in furrious and zealous anger, heart dismembered on desertified lands, calling up the manager:
"not(I)"
I remember gripping my chest,
and then a flash, but after that it's all colors, shades, and lines...
#disappointment
#CallToAction
563 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2019 2:05pm
17th Jul 2019 2:05pm
From A Notebook I Found in the Dumpster off the Corner of First and Main (I was Hungry(
I'd like to
un-introduce myself.
That is,
I find myself lacking
in everyway in what it would mean
to be a part of the rest of you.
That is,
I bear more resemblance to gardens,
hills, etc,
Than in the fair or rotten skin of man.
That is,
I cannot feel homeward bound
in the company of strangers,
warriors, inventors, speakers,
leaders,
it's only in the comfort of
illusion,
dissonance,
fiery pastures,
swamps,
and in the sight of the absolute meaninglessness of
the potentially satirical...
un-introduce myself.
That is,
I find myself lacking
in everyway in what it would mean
to be a part of the rest of you.
That is,
I bear more resemblance to gardens,
hills, etc,
Than in the fair or rotten skin of man.
That is,
I cannot feel homeward bound
in the company of strangers,
warriors, inventors, speakers,
leaders,
it's only in the comfort of
illusion,
dissonance,
fiery pastures,
swamps,
and in the sight of the absolute meaninglessness of
the potentially satirical...
#love
#homelessness
#poverty #oppression
#poverty #oppression
519 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2019 11:53pm
15th Jul 2019 11:53pm
A Few Junes
I didn't know,
even as she wheeled away,
stirring her diseased mind,
even in the impetus of inaction,
downing fireball,
glass after glass after glass
of red red wine.
I didn't know.
But I did know,
that in the Chesapeake Bay,
There was a June morning
where we were all there
and the ocean was shrinking.
And I did know
how much white pearls could
put a caustic fire in my heart,
my lungs swelling to fit the
performance of fits and swelling.
And I did know
folk songs and the useless trivia
of an...
even as she wheeled away,
stirring her diseased mind,
even in the impetus of inaction,
downing fireball,
glass after glass after glass
of red red wine.
I didn't know.
But I did know,
that in the Chesapeake Bay,
There was a June morning
where we were all there
and the ocean was shrinking.
And I did know
how much white pearls could
put a caustic fire in my heart,
my lungs swelling to fit the
performance of fits and swelling.
And I did know
folk songs and the useless trivia
of an...
#breakup
#sea
#summer
#addiction
#CallToAction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2019 8:56pm
11th Jul 2019 8:56pm
Spiritgirl
The light tap of a goddess
Like a dancing vapor in the distance
From the depths of sunken eyes
Is a sunken treasure
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
Though I cannot touch it or name it
I can taste its structure.
Like the bitter darkness
Of interweaving pines
I'll be smiling in fall,
when I crumple and go brown,
Returning to dirt,
I'll give it all back.
Like a dancing vapor in the distance
From the depths of sunken eyes
Is a sunken treasure
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
I want to give it all back.
Though I cannot touch it or name it
I can taste its structure.
Like the bitter darkness
Of interweaving pines
I'll be smiling in fall,
when I crumple and go brown,
Returning to dirt,
I'll give it all back.
#religion
#PopCulture
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