Submissions by Graham
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what comes to mind. I collect inspiration throughout my day, then come home and put them into words. Some days are more inspirational than others, so naturally the stretch of time between each poem release is rather inconsistent. Sorry about that!
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 3:09pm
11th Jun 2014 3:09pm
When All of Life's a Rainy Day
When all of life's a rainy day
And my mind does cease to wonder.
It's your pleas for me to stay
That cures all of my blunders.
For when my road of dust collapses
Into a dark and lonesome pit,
As my head does swim in lapses
You beckon for me to sit.
"Be still with me for just a while,"
Your words do ring like a bell.
"I only want to see you smile."
And only then do I ascend from Hell.
My brain stops running when we talk,
And I love it when we do.
Like a child who skips on chalk,
My heart - it skips...
And my mind does cease to wonder.
It's your pleas for me to stay
That cures all of my blunders.
For when my road of dust collapses
Into a dark and lonesome pit,
As my head does swim in lapses
You beckon for me to sit.
"Be still with me for just a while,"
Your words do ring like a bell.
"I only want to see you smile."
And only then do I ascend from Hell.
My brain stops running when we talk,
And I love it when we do.
Like a child who skips on chalk,
My heart - it skips...
587 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 1:02am
4th Feb 2014 1:02am
Concrete Forest
I found myself lost in the forest.
Trees of concrete, steel, and glass.
Animals in suits scurried to and fro.
Each had teeth whiter than their skin.
Drops of rain fell from a broken sky.
Umbrellas bobbed with their steps.
They were untouchable.
Rivulets washed the gutters clean.
But they could not wash me away.
And that is how they saw me.
Nothing more than garbage.
I amounted as such, trash.
The rain became torrential.
The gutters clean of all but
stuck-on grit and grime,
Stale gum, waterlogged paper.
The inconvenient eyesores....
Trees of concrete, steel, and glass.
Animals in suits scurried to and fro.
Each had teeth whiter than their skin.
Drops of rain fell from a broken sky.
Umbrellas bobbed with their steps.
They were untouchable.
Rivulets washed the gutters clean.
But they could not wash me away.
And that is how they saw me.
Nothing more than garbage.
I amounted as such, trash.
The rain became torrential.
The gutters clean of all but
stuck-on grit and grime,
Stale gum, waterlogged paper.
The inconvenient eyesores....
737 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Feb 2014 00:41am
4th Feb 2014 00:41am
Father Time
It happened at Tim Horton's, just after 2:00pm. Grandpa smiles and thanks the lady behind the counter as he picks up his tray. Grandma has already picked out a table for the two of them. The confusion begins when my grandfather turns around and sees his old neighbour facing him with a similar grin. He greets my grandfather with the kind of manners one can expect from an octogenarian.
"Who are you?" My grandfather replies with a frown. His neighbour tries to remind him with the same old-world politeness, telling him how they used to live right next to each other before my...
"Who are you?" My grandfather replies with a frown. His neighbour tries to remind him with the same old-world politeness, telling him how they used to live right next to each other before my...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 2:32pm
22nd Nov 2013 2:32pm
Taken for Granted
What if all the people,
All of those we scoff at
Were to suddenly disappear?
What if every custodian
Was to suddenly vanish?
How high the dust would pile,
Those busybodies in their offices
Too self-absorbed to notice.
Then the computers short-circuit.
Then they lose money.
Then they notice.
What if every garbageman
Suddenly vaporized?
How the smell would thicken,
Every child in their homes
Too uninspired to leave their rooms.
Then the rats come.
Then they must.
What if every gas station attendant
Could no longer be...
All of those we scoff at
Were to suddenly disappear?
What if every custodian
Was to suddenly vanish?
How high the dust would pile,
Those busybodies in their offices
Too self-absorbed to notice.
Then the computers short-circuit.
Then they lose money.
Then they notice.
What if every garbageman
Suddenly vaporized?
How the smell would thicken,
Every child in their homes
Too uninspired to leave their rooms.
Then the rats come.
Then they must.
What if every gas station attendant
Could no longer be...
565 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 00:07am
22nd Nov 2013 00:07am
Control.
Control.
Why am I helpless to it?
Why are soft-spoken words
So entangling?
A thorny web.
Control.
Why am I taunted so?
Why does every word of hope
Wither and die?
Tumbling in the wind.
Control.
Why do I fall for it?
Why does every step I take
Lead to another reversed?
Onto a landmine.
Control.
Why do they hold us so?
Why are there no flowers
Adorning their guns?
Movements long crushed.
Control.
We die for you.
Control.
We kill for you.
Control.
We hate for you.
Why am I helpless to it?
Why are soft-spoken words
So entangling?
A thorny web.
Control.
Why am I taunted so?
Why does every word of hope
Wither and die?
Tumbling in the wind.
Control.
Why do I fall for it?
Why does every step I take
Lead to another reversed?
Onto a landmine.
Control.
Why do they hold us so?
Why are there no flowers
Adorning their guns?
Movements long crushed.
Control.
We die for you.
Control.
We kill for you.
Control.
We hate for you.
680 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 10:56pm
20th Nov 2013 10:56pm
Ab-what-now?
Never had I imagined,
My fingertips kissed by velvet stone,
Though my nerves may deceive me.
Distant and hollow are the sounds,
Small and narrow is the cup before me.
I admit, I admit! I have nothing to hide,
I swallowed that vile infusion.
Nose pinched,
I downed that bitter, greenish devil.
Soon, all the world seemed twice the beauty,
Mind you double I was seeing.
I may not fly,
May not see the lotus city unfurl below me.
But I am content, sitting here,
Listening to the hollow echo of my heartbeat.
I breath deeply.
I smell that...
My fingertips kissed by velvet stone,
Though my nerves may deceive me.
Distant and hollow are the sounds,
Small and narrow is the cup before me.
I admit, I admit! I have nothing to hide,
I swallowed that vile infusion.
Nose pinched,
I downed that bitter, greenish devil.
Soon, all the world seemed twice the beauty,
Mind you double I was seeing.
I may not fly,
May not see the lotus city unfurl below me.
But I am content, sitting here,
Listening to the hollow echo of my heartbeat.
I breath deeply.
I smell that...
647 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 8:28pm
31st Aug 2013 8:28pm
Souls Paved Over
Is I who mocks God?
From the darkness of my chapel,
Dizzy in the fog of the incense of opium,
Praying to the gods in my head,
But at least I commune.
I drink at my altar,
For wine is my lifeblood,
And my mouth is
the bittersweet dualism
of scripture and sacrifice.
I sit with the congregation,
each face oddly familiar
yet distantly distinct.
Is it, perhaps, the disgust
that their faces cast on me
as I writhe in blood as tribute?
I am the world's sacrifice,
and yet the world's to forget.
I spend my days and nights...
From the darkness of my chapel,
Dizzy in the fog of the incense of opium,
Praying to the gods in my head,
But at least I commune.
I drink at my altar,
For wine is my lifeblood,
And my mouth is
the bittersweet dualism
of scripture and sacrifice.
I sit with the congregation,
each face oddly familiar
yet distantly distinct.
Is it, perhaps, the disgust
that their faces cast on me
as I writhe in blood as tribute?
I am the world's sacrifice,
and yet the world's to forget.
I spend my days and nights...
644 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 00:00am
12th Jun 2013 00:00am
My Absolution
Though distance enshrouds us,
The apostle's robe around us,
The holy water flows from my eyes,
My love is God's effulgence.
As upon you I first cast my gaze,
The first canto of our story,
So many words inspired,
So many dreams set fire.
We may have to cross deserts,
Part shining seas,
But ever we shall stay afloat,
Come the great floods.
I receive you from heaven,
O' child of heaven,
Donum Deo,
Gift from God.
Gender-less is the soul,
And there is no sin.
And if I do sin,
Let me...
The apostle's robe around us,
The holy water flows from my eyes,
My love is God's effulgence.
As upon you I first cast my gaze,
The first canto of our story,
So many words inspired,
So many dreams set fire.
We may have to cross deserts,
Part shining seas,
But ever we shall stay afloat,
Come the great floods.
I receive you from heaven,
O' child of heaven,
Donum Deo,
Gift from God.
Gender-less is the soul,
And there is no sin.
And if I do sin,
Let me...
608 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jun 2013 11:06pm
5th Jun 2013 11:06pm
Giridhar
The floor was hard and cold, the fire too distant to stave off the cold that creeped through valley from the mountains. The aged mind of Giridhar was abruptly pulled into immediate consciousness by a tumultuous wailing, the likes of which he had only heard in his youth when he had come across a trapped and hanging, albeit very much alive chital. The old man pushed himself up from where he was slumbering and steadied himself on his walking stick, seemingly unfazed by the bedlam occurring just beyond his cabin. As his wrinkled hand applied his weight onto the door, a lifetime of gracefulness...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 8:12pm
5th Jun 2013 8:12pm
Grandmother Earth
Two glowing stones,
Recessed into their craters with time,
They have seen much.
The silvery leafed forest,
Growing bare as winter comes.
Each tree once bent with the wind's loving touch.
The wide field lies below,
None such greater than this.
It once held such beauty and men had once kissed.
A ways below there,
Rests the ever-song bird.
Speak ye little, much wisdom be heard.
Recessed into their craters with time,
They have seen much.
The silvery leafed forest,
Growing bare as winter comes.
Each tree once bent with the wind's loving touch.
The wide field lies below,
None such greater than this.
It once held such beauty and men had once kissed.
A ways below there,
Rests the ever-song bird.
Speak ye little, much wisdom be heard.
633 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 2:48am
3rd Jun 2013 2:48am
As in the Clouds
As in the clouds,
Lit by a silvery glow
My ghost flies,
Departing.
As in the clouds,
The man I love
Lays sleeping,
Soundly.
As in the clouds,
My life was lit silvery
Only to drift away,
Fleeting.
As in the clouds,
I gazed upon my love
enwrapped, yet I in distant
Lonesome.
As in the clouds,
Storms grew in me
And torrential rains fell,
Silently.
As in the clouds,
I fell from the sky
And sank into the earth,
Affably.
As in the clouds,
My lighting struck
And like...
Lit by a silvery glow
My ghost flies,
Departing.
As in the clouds,
The man I love
Lays sleeping,
Soundly.
As in the clouds,
My life was lit silvery
Only to drift away,
Fleeting.
As in the clouds,
I gazed upon my love
enwrapped, yet I in distant
Lonesome.
As in the clouds,
Storms grew in me
And torrential rains fell,
Silently.
As in the clouds,
I fell from the sky
And sank into the earth,
Affably.
As in the clouds,
My lighting struck
And like...
728 reads
3 Comments
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