Submissions by JRW
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 00:03am
23rd Jul 2015 00:03am
She only understands me
In search of me
in you.
Do you think our mirrored plays are just that?
Mirrored.
You in me fits well.
Could you touch me
through that silvered glass,
or are you just that?
Silver.
in you.
Do you think our mirrored plays are just that?
Mirrored.
You in me fits well.
Could you touch me
through that silvered glass,
or are you just that?
Silver.
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2015 11:55pm
22nd Jul 2015 11:55pm
What's in your head, Deserter?
You handed over your soul
and for what?
To turncoat on not only who you protect but also you, yourself.
What's in your head, Renegade?
They were counting on you.
You handed over your soul
and for what?
To turncoat on not only who you protect but also you, yourself.
What's in your head, Renegade?
They were counting on you.
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2015 9:41am
16th Jul 2015 9:41am
Whatever the heart sings of
The heart sings in beats
Which birth billowing red plumes of
Whatever the heart sings of
Curious how
The growing swirls lift the body
The plumes' wisps seep out through pores
swirling in search of other hearts to reach
Do you think the heart can hear?
For if not that searching is in vein
Lost in the vast unconnected universe
I'd like to think that your heart has ears.
Which birth billowing red plumes of
Whatever the heart sings of
Curious how
The growing swirls lift the body
The plumes' wisps seep out through pores
swirling in search of other hearts to reach
Do you think the heart can hear?
For if not that searching is in vein
Lost in the vast unconnected universe
I'd like to think that your heart has ears.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2015 7:41am
14th Jul 2015 7:41am
The truth ( of energy )
It is you who is slight.
I'm sorry I can't make out who you think you are.
There are two yous I know.
Everyone lives in two ways.
The way they think they are
And the way that they are.
Both existing all at once.
The two are balanced
The quivering abundant-ness of both
make it hard to discern either.
Above the thick atmosphere
their bonds are shattered
and the you, as you are, is blatant.
It is you who is slight.
I'm sorry I can't make out who you think you are.
There are two yous I know.
Everyone lives in two ways.
The way they think they are
And the way that they are.
Both existing all at once.
The two are balanced
The quivering abundant-ness of both
make it hard to discern either.
Above the thick atmosphere
their bonds are shattered
and the you, as you are, is blatant.
It is you who is slight.
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