Submissions by HellzLips (Lips)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write to a melody
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 5:28pm
7th Jun 2013 5:28pm
I'll Carve This One Myself
I walk ‘cross rolling hills
For I’ve forgotten where
My flowers lay, upon a hill
I wonder often, if he’d care
That I took up Ink spilled
From his hill
For I’ve forgotten where
My flowers lay, upon a hill
I wonder often, if he’d care
That I took up Ink spilled
From his hill
537 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2013 9:27pm
30th May 2013 9:27pm
Don't do id
Don’t deny dastardly deeds done dynamically
Don’t drastically damage depictions dated dead
Don't do id
Don’t drastically damage depictions dated dead
Don't do id
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SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2013 4:53pm
20th May 2013 4:53pm
Song of the Boozehound
Let us drink together
No one can cry forever
I’ll share my pennies
You share your spirits
Our lives will all get better
Let us drink in comp’ny
Judging states of misery
We’ll share our stories
For each will hear it
Our woes will all seem petty
Let us drink to passing
He’d want to see us laughing
We’ll try our damnedest
To hold him near it
Our smiles were never lasting
Let me drink here alone
This liver turned to stone
We’d heard of Medusa
But too proud to fear it
The bastards have all and gone
...
No one can cry forever
I’ll share my pennies
You share your spirits
Our lives will all get better
Let us drink in comp’ny
Judging states of misery
We’ll share our stories
For each will hear it
Our woes will all seem petty
Let us drink to passing
He’d want to see us laughing
We’ll try our damnedest
To hold him near it
Our smiles were never lasting
Let me drink here alone
This liver turned to stone
We’d heard of Medusa
But too proud to fear it
The bastards have all and gone
...
639 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2013 4:15pm
20th May 2013 4:15pm
Loop
Life is a loop.
It can't be threaded.
Where is my loophole?
This is pathetic.
Something to find
or to bury.
The rest in pieces
too small to carry.
A hangman's niece.
Life is a loop.
It can't be threaded.
Where is my loophole?
This is pathetic.
Something to find
or to bury.
The rest in pieces
too small to carry.
A hangman's niece.
Life is a loop.
613 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2013 6:21am
16th May 2013 6:21am
The Last Leaf
I do not care to foresee
A fate worse than immortality
To witness the autumn of the leaves
And to never fall, ever green
To hold no power of one’s own
No release to decompose
Awaiting mercied winds to come
Yet this branch stays stiff as stone
What hope is there within this tree
To sway again forsaken leaf
What is there left to believe
When there’s no more them, and only me
A fate worse than immortality
To witness the autumn of the leaves
And to never fall, ever green
To hold no power of one’s own
No release to decompose
Awaiting mercied winds to come
Yet this branch stays stiff as stone
What hope is there within this tree
To sway again forsaken leaf
What is there left to believe
When there’s no more them, and only me
583 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2013 3:09am
14th May 2013 3:09am
A Cheap Edda
Once upon a chime,
a man taught me to rhyme.
But only’n the end,
empty it felt benign.
Then comes another,
my own capable mother.
She taught me to value
and how to make it matter
One more then I met,
music his golden pet,
put the ring in my ears.
Melody I can’t forget.
But what’s made it real,
poetry that I feel.
It was all the hurt.
All I took, all I dealed.
a man taught me to rhyme.
But only’n the end,
empty it felt benign.
Then comes another,
my own capable mother.
She taught me to value
and how to make it matter
One more then I met,
music his golden pet,
put the ring in my ears.
Melody I can’t forget.
But what’s made it real,
poetry that I feel.
It was all the hurt.
All I took, all I dealed.
490 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2013 2:53am
14th May 2013 2:53am
This Lonesome Redwood
This lonesome redwood, monstrosity
It owes to no one, posthumously
An ode to forests, in memory
Its birds continue, stoically
Its song to carry, in legacy
Forlorn and pining, desolate tree
It owes to no one, posthumously
An ode to forests, in memory
Its birds continue, stoically
Its song to carry, in legacy
Forlorn and pining, desolate tree
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2013 4:24pm
9th May 2013 4:24pm
As She Descends
Looking on as she descends
The stairs from where she had been
This date which she had left to chance
I’m glad we’d met, and that we danced
To see her now, in her best dress
A shame, too young to lay to rest
The stairs from where she had been
This date which she had left to chance
I’m glad we’d met, and that we danced
To see her now, in her best dress
A shame, too young to lay to rest
622 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2013 2:07am
8th May 2013 2:07am
She Whispers
She whispers, “soul”.
I’m natured cruel.
A beast! Or fool,
an animul.
My lips have spilt
forth weeping guilt,
though books have spelled:
in beasts not felt.
I’m wrong again!
What thread to spin?
Again again
and then again.
To me, I think.
Does she still speak
out from the trees?
Is it my drink?
A doe I see.
She won’t see me.
Oh Mother please!
Unhook my leash!
Knife uncovered,
but I love her.
Not above her
but I’m covered
Trees are taller,
water stronger,
stone...
I’m natured cruel.
A beast! Or fool,
an animul.
My lips have spilt
forth weeping guilt,
though books have spelled:
in beasts not felt.
I’m wrong again!
What thread to spin?
Again again
and then again.
To me, I think.
Does she still speak
out from the trees?
Is it my drink?
A doe I see.
She won’t see me.
Oh Mother please!
Unhook my leash!
Knife uncovered,
but I love her.
Not above her
but I’m covered
Trees are taller,
water stronger,
stone...
635 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2013 5:22pm
7th May 2013 5:22pm
Leaning Cloud
Leaning Cloud never let herself embarrass,
her smoke signals and contortions,
tilted in forms off from the terrace.
Thirty harvests after the miscarriage,
Leaning Cloud went for the abortion.
Handprints left on a dusty marriage.
If love was ever a casualty,
it never passed along on the wind.
Leaning Cloud wept ceremoniously.
her smoke signals and contortions,
tilted in forms off from the terrace.
Thirty harvests after the miscarriage,
Leaning Cloud went for the abortion.
Handprints left on a dusty marriage.
If love was ever a casualty,
it never passed along on the wind.
Leaning Cloud wept ceremoniously.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2013 5:11pm
7th May 2013 5:11pm
Ashes of Annie
Dig up the last soil
A mutiny of morals when the coin turns
High noon sun boil
An outstanding outpour of repressive burns
When the petals coil
Purity sacrificed for reality’s turn
She rests from toil
Her literal smashed her piggy bank urn
A mutiny of morals when the coin turns
High noon sun boil
An outstanding outpour of repressive burns
When the petals coil
Purity sacrificed for reality’s turn
She rests from toil
Her literal smashed her piggy bank urn
489 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2013 00:32am
7th May 2013 00:32am
Who in heaven cries for me?
I put my back to stone
It’s cold, and mimics bone
Or at least the thoughts that I've stol’n
Internally, a mockery
A feeling of camaraderie
An entire earth rotates below me
An entire ocean flows over me
That holds me, and molds me
Shifting blues, she has shown me
This face in pools, I think I see
In whitewater- cover me
Rapids, rapid, rapidly.
It’s cold, and mimics bone
Or at least the thoughts that I've stol’n
Internally, a mockery
A feeling of camaraderie
An entire earth rotates below me
An entire ocean flows over me
That holds me, and molds me
Shifting blues, she has shown me
This face in pools, I think I see
In whitewater- cover me
Rapids, rapid, rapidly.
593 reads
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