Submissions by Kalamiteez
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 1:52am
9th Sep 2019 1:52am
Holiday
Say, I could fly
like time on a good day
with no regrets.
Other than a subsequent
ending, obligations on leave
with no worries in sight.
Only dust mites dance on
errant rays of light.
Happening across a thought
I've let wander predisposed
with the blooming of a
rare rose.
Were I able to glide on
the breeze when it blows
I'd worry not on where
it is I would go.
like time on a good day
with no regrets.
Other than a subsequent
ending, obligations on leave
with no worries in sight.
Only dust mites dance on
errant rays of light.
Happening across a thought
I've let wander predisposed
with the blooming of a
rare rose.
Were I able to glide on
the breeze when it blows
I'd worry not on where
it is I would go.
#holiday
#freedom
#escape
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 1:47am
9th Sep 2019 1:47am
Oh How I Hate The Morning
Darkness plays semicolon
as night portends the moon.
Lightness treads the ellipsis point
while the day brightly holds the sun.
Afar the crow greets the breaking dawn,
carrying sleep in it's full majesty.
Pressing upon the dreamscapes eye,
the faint cawing of a seemingly distant reality.
It pierces the deft eye of the pointillist
and splinters into a blinding kaleidoscope.
Filtering out an uncorrupted imaginations
tireless visions of spectral bliss.
Laying rest to my souls inner struggle
as the morning light awakens me from the ...
as night portends the moon.
Lightness treads the ellipsis point
while the day brightly holds the sun.
Afar the crow greets the breaking dawn,
carrying sleep in it's full majesty.
Pressing upon the dreamscapes eye,
the faint cawing of a seemingly distant reality.
It pierces the deft eye of the pointillist
and splinters into a blinding kaleidoscope.
Filtering out an uncorrupted imaginations
tireless visions of spectral bliss.
Laying rest to my souls inner struggle
as the morning light awakens me from the ...
#dreams
#metaphor
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2019 8:46pm
31st Aug 2019 8:46pm
In Shadow of Enlightenment
Glass tears falling away from
see through shades of grey.
As eyes shatter over smiles
that never seem to fade.
Kneeling upon jaded knees the
hardened ground becomes apparent.
The sky turns cheek and I
quickly come apart.
Bearing this withered soul
awaiting raptures idle embrace.
Something stirs where nothing
holds precedence.
A shallow reckoning that leaves
me craving some remiss.
Satiating an innate hole that
voids a better half.
It's my pseudo-reflection that's
left behind once I've...
see through shades of grey.
As eyes shatter over smiles
that never seem to fade.
Kneeling upon jaded knees the
hardened ground becomes apparent.
The sky turns cheek and I
quickly come apart.
Bearing this withered soul
awaiting raptures idle embrace.
Something stirs where nothing
holds precedence.
A shallow reckoning that leaves
me craving some remiss.
Satiating an innate hole that
voids a better half.
It's my pseudo-reflection that's
left behind once I've...
#emptiness
#metaphor
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2019 8:26pm
31st Aug 2019 8:26pm
Aphrodite Now
A soft warm light through
the window pane , disturbing
her wondrous silence of sleep.
So unabashedly, she wears her nakedness
so beautifully.
The eccentric lover in mourning of herself
she is cast in shadow of doubt.
Her desires unfulfilled, she quietly waits
for he who can reach the depth of her soul.
A perfect romance interwoven with
a ravenous lust.
Which creates a perfume of untamed passion.
Such a sensually pleasant reminder of
just how primitive love can on
occasion become when the moment prescribes it.
Her's is...
the window pane , disturbing
her wondrous silence of sleep.
So unabashedly, she wears her nakedness
so beautifully.
The eccentric lover in mourning of herself
she is cast in shadow of doubt.
Her desires unfulfilled, she quietly waits
for he who can reach the depth of her soul.
A perfect romance interwoven with
a ravenous lust.
Which creates a perfume of untamed passion.
Such a sensually pleasant reminder of
just how primitive love can on
occasion become when the moment prescribes it.
Her's is...
#love
#heartbroken
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2019 12:24pm
31st Aug 2019 12:24pm
Pupae
Discarded...
flushed from the warmth of
mothers womb.
Landing face down into the repugnant
cesspool called life.
Already labled guilty of being
a burden.
Mother's milk turns sour,
permeated by anger and shame.
Because her life is never the same.
I become imprisoned
Force fed false affections, lies washed white.
My dreams shattered before they
could ever even be dreamt.
Pistol whipped into submission by
cruel intentions.
My imagination withering into vapidity
as I hope for hope sake.
To find faith...in...
flushed from the warmth of
mothers womb.
Landing face down into the repugnant
cesspool called life.
Already labled guilty of being
a burden.
Mother's milk turns sour,
permeated by anger and shame.
Because her life is never the same.
I become imprisoned
Force fed false affections, lies washed white.
My dreams shattered before they
could ever even be dreamt.
Pistol whipped into submission by
cruel intentions.
My imagination withering into vapidity
as I hope for hope sake.
To find faith...in...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Aug 2019 12:20pm
31st Aug 2019 12:20pm
Far Away Dream
Melpomene...
is not the dream
losing it's way.
Fragmenting across
its transmundane stage
in the canopy of heaven.
Its the calamity
and never seeing
the Sol of another day.
Reinventing a new
philosophy in living,
our destiny is to die.
Could I then become
an amber light from
the depth of my
charnel house?
Must I bend to
the ascendency
or do I pretend to be
brazen?
Could I, being
contended with departure,
then become fainthearted.
Or do I break free
in an ineffably...
is not the dream
losing it's way.
Fragmenting across
its transmundane stage
in the canopy of heaven.
Its the calamity
and never seeing
the Sol of another day.
Reinventing a new
philosophy in living,
our destiny is to die.
Could I then become
an amber light from
the depth of my
charnel house?
Must I bend to
the ascendency
or do I pretend to be
brazen?
Could I, being
contended with departure,
then become fainthearted.
Or do I break free
in an ineffably...
#dreams
#LifeCycle
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