Submissions by IMAGO (Viwe Lugongolo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't make sense but I sure rhyme
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2012 4:40pm
4th Oct 2012 4:40pm
(Close)(Straw)(Foe)(Beer)
When we leave this room
and its speechless walls
Our whispering shadows will stand tall
Sinking into eyes that stay appalled
Toilet jokes broke the ice even though I stalled
I dropped the ball
Always getting up but never fall
You have the gall
to call yourself my all
When you flash players then wonder why they uninstall
You're dropping the ball
We're both struggling to find our way in this gene-pool-hall
For us both
this universe is just too small
and its speechless walls
Our whispering shadows will stand tall
Sinking into eyes that stay appalled
Toilet jokes broke the ice even though I stalled
I dropped the ball
Always getting up but never fall
You have the gall
to call yourself my all
When you flash players then wonder why they uninstall
You're dropping the ball
We're both struggling to find our way in this gene-pool-hall
For us both
this universe is just too small
624 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 2:11pm
21st Sep 2012 2:11pm
Words(My Life Is Made Up Of Codes)
I'll take these home
and leave you behind
I'll break these stones
Your sticks and bones
are an easy find
and leave you behind
I'll break these stones
Your sticks and bones
are an easy find
661 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 3:53pm
30th Aug 2012 3:53pm
Compliance
..and we need laws like we do lungs
Pulmonary diseases will lead us to unrest
Love will make us sick
but keep us together
When you want to be alone,
I won't be able to breathe
I'll die for your affection
I aim to please
We are just staring at the tracks,
waiting for the train to leave
Our thoughts run wild
We are going off the rails
Nothing but painful dreams
on our trail
Hot on your pursuit even though I will fail
Hot on your tail
To no avail
Love is the glue
that will keep us high
when we...
Pulmonary diseases will lead us to unrest
Love will make us sick
but keep us together
When you want to be alone,
I won't be able to breathe
I'll die for your affection
I aim to please
We are just staring at the tracks,
waiting for the train to leave
Our thoughts run wild
We are going off the rails
Nothing but painful dreams
on our trail
Hot on your pursuit even though I will fail
Hot on your tail
To no avail
Love is the glue
that will keep us high
when we...
1184 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Aug 2012 11:39am
17th Aug 2012 11:39am
House Of Infamy
I once was a happy home
Now I'm a sad,empty,little house
Nobody lives inside me
Nobody ever visits
There were pretty flowers all around me
They all died
My roof leaks
Windows are shattered
The door is the only thing still...
intact
I could use some paint
Now I'm a sad,empty,little house
Nobody lives inside me
Nobody ever visits
There were pretty flowers all around me
They all died
My roof leaks
Windows are shattered
The door is the only thing still...
intact
I could use some paint
816 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2012 3:09pm
15th Aug 2012 3:09pm
Picnics At The Cemetery
Black tie
Landslides
Black candles and red wine
Live and let die
No manners needed on our bedside
Basket filled to the brim
Going out on a limb
I'll hire a hearse to come and pick you up
We'll dance on a tombstone until the sun comes up
Picnics in the graveyard
Feeding our depraved hearts
Landslides
Black candles and red wine
Live and let die
No manners needed on our bedside
Basket filled to the brim
Going out on a limb
I'll hire a hearse to come and pick you up
We'll dance on a tombstone until the sun comes up
Picnics in the graveyard
Feeding our depraved hearts
872 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 1:12pm
3rd Aug 2012 1:12pm
Dupuytren's Contracture
You don't let your fingers run
at the back of my head anymore
Chasing my lengthy pulse with your short nails
How my skin wept as you cut them
and how your icy palm left my neck sweltering
And so I must ask
how come you don't let those tireless fingers run
at the back of my head lately
My bristles are longing
Forever your fingertips are etched in my memory
And so I ask
+rightfully so+
why is it that your fingers no longer run
at the back of my head
The tingle is long gone
I still ache to twist your arm ...
at the back of my head anymore
Chasing my lengthy pulse with your short nails
How my skin wept as you cut them
and how your icy palm left my neck sweltering
And so I must ask
how come you don't let those tireless fingers run
at the back of my head lately
My bristles are longing
Forever your fingertips are etched in my memory
And so I ask
+rightfully so+
why is it that your fingers no longer run
at the back of my head
The tingle is long gone
I still ache to twist your arm ...
2855 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2012 3:10pm
2nd Aug 2012 3:10pm
armour thyroid
four hands
all mine
nothing attached to the end of your arms
I'm holding sickness in my heart,
dragging disharmony like a cart
we were once...twice our potential
in half we were sliced by what was essential,
to our very existence
now that it has ceased
I must find a way to land on my feet
another blister on my sole
I cut myself with a blade of grass,
in the barn
my mind is twisted like a yarn
I asked for friendship,
and you spit on my extended arm
damage done,
yet I intended no harm
four hands...
all mine
nothing attached to the end of your arms
I'm holding sickness in my heart,
dragging disharmony like a cart
we were once...twice our potential
in half we were sliced by what was essential,
to our very existence
now that it has ceased
I must find a way to land on my feet
another blister on my sole
I cut myself with a blade of grass,
in the barn
my mind is twisted like a yarn
I asked for friendship,
and you spit on my extended arm
damage done,
yet I intended no harm
four hands...
894 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 2:22pm
1st Aug 2012 2:22pm
Artsy Fartsy
Our minds are a juxtaposition
From my heart,just an omission
I've lost the feeling
along with a lot of blood
We sit and share the moment
The paint is still wet
Our pain is a juxtaposition
From my heart,just an omission
I've lost the feeling
along with a lot of blood
We sit and share the moment
The paint is still wet
Our pain is a juxtaposition
777 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 10:52am
29th Jul 2012 10:52am
I Fell Asleep Trying To Come Up With A Catchy Title
Under a blanket
I sing to feel warmth
Lamenting the silence between coughs
You are the sweat...
but without the stench
Every morning has your scent
When the sunrise smites my eyes
I cry
knowing that the day carries your light
Under the blanket
I sing to get warm
I fall awake to your scent
You are the sweat
I sing to feel warmth
Lamenting the silence between coughs
You are the sweat...
but without the stench
Every morning has your scent
When the sunrise smites my eyes
I cry
knowing that the day carries your light
Under the blanket
I sing to get warm
I fall awake to your scent
You are the sweat
856 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 2:53pm
23rd Jul 2012 2:53pm
Human Shield
Human shield
New machine
Who is she?
Shy and sober
Why grow up
to be a child soldier?
Human shield
Who is she?
A detainee
New machine
Who is she?
Shy and sober
Why grow up
to be a child soldier?
Human shield
Who is she?
A detainee
679 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 5:14pm
2nd Jul 2012 5:14pm
Psoriasis
Loose handling
she breaks like porcelain
noose dangling
straight from my poor ceiling
Where were you
when the cracks started to show
Aerial views
of my black heart on the snow+
angels without limbs are sideliners
We get on like a house on a wildfire
Dousing my good nature
now tame
A country bumpkin with a town name
+Goose chasing, she sent me
Handed, I came back empty
Full of nothing but promises
Frog kisses but no princes
Jubilee missing on this vacant throne
OVER ME, SHE HAS A SACRED HOLD
Writing her my...
she breaks like porcelain
noose dangling
straight from my poor ceiling
Where were you
when the cracks started to show
Aerial views
of my black heart on the snow+
angels without limbs are sideliners
We get on like a house on a wildfire
Dousing my good nature
now tame
A country bumpkin with a town name
+Goose chasing, she sent me
Handed, I came back empty
Full of nothing but promises
Frog kisses but no princes
Jubilee missing on this vacant throne
OVER ME, SHE HAS A SACRED HOLD
Writing her my...
773 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 3:23pm
25th Jun 2012 3:23pm
spilled milk
will you
willingly wilt
my withered wit
wizards wish
for glittering gifts
innards sift
through a fetus in filth
giblets simmer in silt
dig me a pit
alongside hipsters and pimps
quit your bickering,bitch!
bitter in stilts
lost in a city built with liqourice bricks
willingly wilt
my withered wit
wizards wish
for glittering gifts
innards sift
through a fetus in filth
giblets simmer in silt
dig me a pit
alongside hipsters and pimps
quit your bickering,bitch!
bitter in stilts
lost in a city built with liqourice bricks
516 reads
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