Submissions by Dominika
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dreams...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 2:28am
26th Apr 2014 2:28am
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Shadows against the wall play such whimsical games,
The Dragon herds with greatness, intelligence,
far beyond what the most patient being can comprehend,
comprehension varies, comprehension challenges,
hold perspectives, all points, angles, within,
feel the emotional burst of a star when it gives,
while hearing screams of ancestors past,
understand you exist confined in dust,
surrounded by rock and sludge, powered by destruction,
the greatest dance to the cosmic symphony,
a vessel is a single note upon...
The Dragon herds with greatness, intelligence,
far beyond what the most patient being can comprehend,
comprehension varies, comprehension challenges,
hold perspectives, all points, angles, within,
feel the emotional burst of a star when it gives,
while hearing screams of ancestors past,
understand you exist confined in dust,
surrounded by rock and sludge, powered by destruction,
the greatest dance to the cosmic symphony,
a vessel is a single note upon...
558 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 7:31am
17th Mar 2014 7:31am
if u feel ALIVE :D
allow yourself to feel the hurt, the pain,
don't suppress,
allow it to ripple out of you,
make you shake, shiver,
sweat, moan,
draw upon toxicity within,
suck it to forefront,
so that you may release all disgust.
Disgust you've embodied and never let go,
disgust for old friends, now gone,
shame and humiliation for your pride.
It becomes so cold,
and the mind plays tricks,
to seek warmth by guarding,
closing off,
but this is not what you want,
it's too easy,
too quick of habit,
it...
don't suppress,
allow it to ripple out of you,
make you shake, shiver,
sweat, moan,
draw upon toxicity within,
suck it to forefront,
so that you may release all disgust.
Disgust you've embodied and never let go,
disgust for old friends, now gone,
shame and humiliation for your pride.
It becomes so cold,
and the mind plays tricks,
to seek warmth by guarding,
closing off,
but this is not what you want,
it's too easy,
too quick of habit,
it...
564 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 7:20am
17th Mar 2014 7:20am
Today's Writer
Write what you know,
explore the unknown.
Use Courier, to be taken seriously,
no, Times New Roman, really.
Listen to me,
and her and him and you and no one.
Get a degree,
that you don't need.
Bow to the gatekeepers,
so that you might suck off the oligarchs.
It's about the journey,
but, it's about the money...
the glory, the fame,
anything to keep from appearing lame.
Remember to ENJOY,
...
explore the unknown.
Use Courier, to be taken seriously,
no, Times New Roman, really.
Listen to me,
and her and him and you and no one.
Get a degree,
that you don't need.
Bow to the gatekeepers,
so that you might suck off the oligarchs.
It's about the journey,
but, it's about the money...
the glory, the fame,
anything to keep from appearing lame.
Remember to ENJOY,
...
585 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 00:22am
17th Feb 2014 00:22am
Thistle
Thistle of mine,
O, how you poke me,
when I'm unaware,
dry stems of decaying seed - lost fertility.
O thistle,
stuck like briar round my artery,
what great wind must I need to unstick you from the flesh of me?
O little thistle,
so you might fly upon the breezes to stick upon another,
plant a message in a forlorn garden,
be lost in a river - picked apart by a squirrel - stepped on by a pup,
and eaten by a sparrow,
O thistle of mine.
O, how you poke me,
when I'm unaware,
dry stems of decaying seed - lost fertility.
O thistle,
stuck like briar round my artery,
what great wind must I need to unstick you from the flesh of me?
O little thistle,
so you might fly upon the breezes to stick upon another,
plant a message in a forlorn garden,
be lost in a river - picked apart by a squirrel - stepped on by a pup,
and eaten by a sparrow,
O thistle of mine.
483 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 12:37pm
16th Feb 2014 12:37pm
I've got a Brane
So many words,
already spoken,
what new,
is there left to say?
Nothing,
but a broken record,
did you know those references?
How about that sample?
Did you cite it?
If we're all one,
then our art is all one,
why again do we involve $$$,
into what we seek to spread wide and far,
held by all,
knowledge is power,
power is infinite,
slowing down to add,
the crazy voices of fellows,
railroading each other off the tracks,
how could my heart accept this as mine?
Children are crying,
Citizens are...
already spoken,
what new,
is there left to say?
Nothing,
but a broken record,
did you know those references?
How about that sample?
Did you cite it?
If we're all one,
then our art is all one,
why again do we involve $$$,
into what we seek to spread wide and far,
held by all,
knowledge is power,
power is infinite,
slowing down to add,
the crazy voices of fellows,
railroading each other off the tracks,
how could my heart accept this as mine?
Children are crying,
Citizens are...
529 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 12:30pm
16th Feb 2014 12:30pm
Ego
People are capable of such pretty words,
they weave them, in-out, so brilliantly,
while saying absolutely nothing,
echoes of dreams of forgotten scenes,
lost in time,
sewn through our mind,
in language,
such beautiful, desirable words make us forget,
disgust, shame, reality, blame,
lost in linguistics to numb our eyes,
perceive chaos as if there is order after all,
deafen the noise of seas below,
through clanging bells and dancing feet,
ignore bloodshed in fervors of conjured passion,
desire to exist with purpose,
forget who you...
they weave them, in-out, so brilliantly,
while saying absolutely nothing,
echoes of dreams of forgotten scenes,
lost in time,
sewn through our mind,
in language,
such beautiful, desirable words make us forget,
disgust, shame, reality, blame,
lost in linguistics to numb our eyes,
perceive chaos as if there is order after all,
deafen the noise of seas below,
through clanging bells and dancing feet,
ignore bloodshed in fervors of conjured passion,
desire to exist with purpose,
forget who you...
581 reads
1 Comment
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