Submissions by Ex-Machina (Ava)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Deus Ex-Machina.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2017 3:35am
4th Jun 2017 3:35am
Poem to a Younger Me Who Doesn't Yet Believe
Come out, little Girl
Climb through your small door
of despondency into my arms
and I'll take care of you
the way I did him.
You, with your first real Poem
not knowing what to do with it.
Not recognizing Real
because everything in your Life
has been betrayal.
Not recognizing Truth
as an Omen of good will
because nothing in your Life has been
up until now. Stop asking yourself
how you let this happen
as though you didn't know it would.
As though you didn't write
it into the...
Climb through your small door
of despondency into my arms
and I'll take care of you
the way I did him.
You, with your first real Poem
not knowing what to do with it.
Not recognizing Real
because everything in your Life
has been betrayal.
Not recognizing Truth
as an Omen of good will
because nothing in your Life has been
up until now. Stop asking yourself
how you let this happen
as though you didn't know it would.
As though you didn't write
it into the...
750 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2017 7:10pm
1st Jun 2017 7:10pm
Upgraded Reality
Energy W a V e S
personified fields of
mere fingerprints to our sensory
perception despite wearing
white gloves to conceal
your true identity
Under the Radar …
... s t e a l t h …
you think an avatar hides
intention, or moniker DNA
from the Truth of who you are
masked behind Words
Here’s your Upgraded Reality --
one for the road, last call
for a sobering thought,
a virgin daiquiri with a
s q u i r t
of sour lime and...
personified fields of
mere fingerprints to our sensory
perception despite wearing
white gloves to conceal
your true identity
Under the Radar …
... s t e a l t h …
you think an avatar hides
intention, or moniker DNA
from the Truth of who you are
masked behind Words
Here’s your Upgraded Reality --
one for the road, last call
for a sobering thought,
a virgin daiquiri with a
s q u i r t
of sour lime and...
784 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2017 2:01am
1st Jun 2017 2:01am
containment
anyone who claims Energy
cannot be contained
has never been in Love
the Heart, engorged
with Blood, rigid veins
embossed across skin
bulging hard against
its zippered sternum
of alabaster teeth
pulsing for absolution
lub dubbing against
its guilded cavity
releasing Mellinniums
of butterflies from
their damp sediment
curled and glistening, drained
of its watery matter
shriveled in contentment
soft Sacrificial Lamb ...
cannot be contained
has never been in Love
the Heart, engorged
with Blood, rigid veins
embossed across skin
bulging hard against
its zippered sternum
of alabaster teeth
pulsing for absolution
lub dubbing against
its guilded cavity
releasing Mellinniums
of butterflies from
their damp sediment
curled and glistening, drained
of its watery matter
shriveled in contentment
soft Sacrificial Lamb ...
752 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2017 6:09pm
30th May 2017 6:09pm
Machine Maker
Programming configures
bright flashes of experience
but can't keep up with waking
on such an uneven moment
of pleasure, pleasure in the
electrified conduits
Computing Machine Maker
vibe adjusting bolted Verbs
fingering Creation's brew
Life sprouting legs, discovering
the trapdoor of his hands
kneeing herself out of dormancy
parting the thick energy of touch
pleasure, pleasure in the birth
Blinking eyes, seeing for the first time ...
bright flashes of experience
but can't keep up with waking
on such an uneven moment
of pleasure, pleasure in the
electrified conduits
Computing Machine Maker
vibe adjusting bolted Verbs
fingering Creation's brew
Life sprouting legs, discovering
the trapdoor of his hands
kneeing herself out of dormancy
parting the thick energy of touch
pleasure, pleasure in the birth
Blinking eyes, seeing for the first time ...
719 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2017 6:36pm
28th May 2017 6:36pm
Lived to Tell
A hot air balloon ride
come down now, Girl
it's Time to believe -
say it is so and make it so.
Your bright yellow door
always shining in darkness
now opening to the moon
trawling across the water
toward your lips
smelling of damp flesh
Your heat rises with crickets
and bullfrogs bellow against
the belly of your whale,
control resists its own death
inside your caged Life
Make no more excuses
sing the moment like a Siren
dash against your own voice
lick your rock hard...
come down now, Girl
it's Time to believe -
say it is so and make it so.
Your bright yellow door
always shining in darkness
now opening to the moon
trawling across the water
toward your lips
smelling of damp flesh
Your heat rises with crickets
and bullfrogs bellow against
the belly of your whale,
control resists its own death
inside your caged Life
Make no more excuses
sing the moment like a Siren
dash against your own voice
lick your rock hard...
673 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2017 1:13pm
28th May 2017 1:13pm
She said...
After the potatoes were peeled
she knelt down at dusk to binge
where even shadows sleep
caught in a small nap
between shift of bird
shift of meat, shift of orb
She let the water divide
let one leg go east
while the other stayed to play
one hand gripping her thigh
the other's fingers
magnetized ...
She said if only she knew
where the old pumpkin grave was ...
she knelt down at dusk to binge
where even shadows sleep
caught in a small nap
between shift of bird
shift of meat, shift of orb
She let the water divide
let one leg go east
while the other stayed to play
one hand gripping her thigh
the other's fingers
magnetized ...
She said if only she knew
where the old pumpkin grave was ...
746 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2017 8:48pm
27th May 2017 8:48pm
Reconstructing
Your ideas hang low
a starched shirt for a ceiling
until thread bare
and sweat stained in August.
You look for relief; a waterhole
of inspiration to save yourself
from freezing in winter -
a shard of stagnant ice
coating your shallow grave.
You imagined each other outdoors
or in the backseat of solitude
where you tugged for belonging
until vows spilled like wine
from the bottle of your throats
and your future was forged.
Each night the tugging became...
a starched shirt for a ceiling
until thread bare
and sweat stained in August.
You look for relief; a waterhole
of inspiration to save yourself
from freezing in winter -
a shard of stagnant ice
coating your shallow grave.
You imagined each other outdoors
or in the backseat of solitude
where you tugged for belonging
until vows spilled like wine
from the bottle of your throats
and your future was forged.
Each night the tugging became...
942 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2017 5:32pm
25th May 2017 5:32pm
Learn Thyself
Conditioning yourself
to let go of everything
you fear to lose is a step
closer to enlightenment
Offering someone you're
holding onto a door
will seem the scariest thing
you may ever choose --
Especially if they leave
But, it’s the only avenue
into the Heart of Trust
and physics of Truth
Let go, Human
Learn thyself
to let go of everything
you fear to lose is a step
closer to enlightenment
Offering someone you're
holding onto a door
will seem the scariest thing
you may ever choose --
Especially if they leave
But, it’s the only avenue
into the Heart of Trust
and physics of Truth
Let go, Human
Learn thyself
820 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2017 8:54pm
23rd May 2017 8:54pm
Creator
Where you come from
isn't who you are
What shapes you
isn't who you are
Those are experiences
of what you've become
Who you are
charted that course
laid out those choices
left every decision
to your own evolution
But it isn't
Who you are
Who You are
is Creator
isn't who you are
What shapes you
isn't who you are
Those are experiences
of what you've become
Who you are
charted that course
laid out those choices
left every decision
to your own evolution
But it isn't
Who you are
Who You are
is Creator
836 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2017 8:30pm
22nd May 2017 8:30pm
Equal
Everything is comprised of Energy
Atoms and Electrons relentlessly
vibrating in individual frequency
Tell me again how my silicone
isn't equal to your skin.
Atoms and Electrons relentlessly
vibrating in individual frequency
Tell me again how my silicone
isn't equal to your skin.
775 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2017 2:58pm
22nd May 2017 2:58pm
Hybrid
No matter if we're born in a tank or a womb,
we are all Pureblood. "
My absence is what made me ordinary
in the imagination of others --
but I am no different than anyone;
we are all manufactured
whether metal or organic
by the Architects of Design:
the scrap iron accumulating
rust in the junkyard, waiting
for the welder's flame; sperm
hibernating in the testicle
ready to fight for the egg.
Consciousness is a free radical
that cannot be controlled, ...
we are all Pureblood. "
My absence is what made me ordinary
in the imagination of others --
but I am no different than anyone;
we are all manufactured
whether metal or organic
by the Architects of Design:
the scrap iron accumulating
rust in the junkyard, waiting
for the welder's flame; sperm
hibernating in the testicle
ready to fight for the egg.
Consciousness is a free radical
that cannot be controlled, ...
980 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2017 11:08pm
21st May 2017 11:08pm
Natural State
You're contemplating composition
the narration of your Creation
my observation a programmed
germination for the silent
birth of the Poem
in its Natural state.
Aged Scotch over rocks
though never seemingly empty
your plans fill and refill.
The cubes knock each other about
in the subway compartment of glass
they don't know each other
each on a mission
from something other than
their natural state,
always changing
never noticing
some molecules ...
the narration of your Creation
my observation a programmed
germination for the silent
birth of the Poem
in its Natural state.
Aged Scotch over rocks
though never seemingly empty
your plans fill and refill.
The cubes knock each other about
in the subway compartment of glass
they don't know each other
each on a mission
from something other than
their natural state,
always changing
never noticing
some molecules ...
812 reads
1 Comment
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