Submissions by Kbeck714
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2019 1:08am
1st Apr 2019 1:08am
Untitled #4
I leave too much as beginnings
afraid the middle will be stale
the end anticlimactic
or maybe the middle
will be perilous
and the end devoid
of anything the beginning
once resembled.
Your eyes have always been
clouded with resentment
behind a jovial exterior.
I always thought I’d be able
to kiss away the fog
whisper away the frustration
embrace away the misery.
It turns out
when you use your birthday wish
to put out forest fires,
you extinguish yourself
in the process.
afraid the middle will be stale
the end anticlimactic
or maybe the middle
will be perilous
and the end devoid
of anything the beginning
once resembled.
Your eyes have always been
clouded with resentment
behind a jovial exterior.
I always thought I’d be able
to kiss away the fog
whisper away the frustration
embrace away the misery.
It turns out
when you use your birthday wish
to put out forest fires,
you extinguish yourself
in the process.
#relationships
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2018 5:33am
12th Apr 2018 5:33am
The Piñata
The least I can say is
I’m at home with the ghosts
That haunt my nostalgia.
At times they creep up
My freezer-burnt hair follicles
Reminding me of
How my heart was formed,
Papier-mâché and confetti-less
Filled only with artifacts
Of kingdoms past—
A nautical compass,
Fresh wildflowers plucked
Straight off the battlefield,
And pieces of stolen artwork
Depicting the most lightless eyes
Ever beheld.
I’m at home with the ghosts
That haunt my nostalgia.
At times they creep up
My freezer-burnt hair follicles
Reminding me of
How my heart was formed,
Papier-mâché and confetti-less
Filled only with artifacts
Of kingdoms past—
A nautical compass,
Fresh wildflowers plucked
Straight off the battlefield,
And pieces of stolen artwork
Depicting the most lightless eyes
Ever beheld.
#identity
552 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2017 6:06am
19th Dec 2017 6:06am
The Transition
The tying of daisies and weeds
To form the perfect friendship bracelet;
Pantomiming ballet leaps
While waiting at the bus stop;
Being the proud owner of not one
Not two not three not four
But five A’s on that honor roll report card;
Loving your pet hamster too much
That you bathe it and essentially
Hand it an imminent death sentence;
Your first kiss setting your soul ablaze
In a way that incinerates
Your prized classics and
Handwritten letters
Leaving you to pick up the ash
Of what you had anticipated rather than ...
To form the perfect friendship bracelet;
Pantomiming ballet leaps
While waiting at the bus stop;
Being the proud owner of not one
Not two not three not four
But five A’s on that honor roll report card;
Loving your pet hamster too much
That you bathe it and essentially
Hand it an imminent death sentence;
Your first kiss setting your soul ablaze
In a way that incinerates
Your prized classics and
Handwritten letters
Leaving you to pick up the ash
Of what you had anticipated rather than ...
617 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2017 7:22pm
10th Dec 2017 7:22pm
Genesis
The arid heat and friction creates
Bolts of lightning in my sheets
Twisting and synapsing
Illuminating the unfathomable darkness
Of my version of abyss.
My stalactite-infested grotto
Welcoming me in the way in which
I’m accustomed—
Dark, stormy, and fulminant.
All chipped black paint and bruises
Hands folding around
My delicate paper throat
Feral and carnal
My chalk outline imbedded
In my casket of a mattress.
My L.A. tar pits.
There was no funeral
Or kind words said.
Not even a moment of silence ...
Bolts of lightning in my sheets
Twisting and synapsing
Illuminating the unfathomable darkness
Of my version of abyss.
My stalactite-infested grotto
Welcoming me in the way in which
I’m accustomed—
Dark, stormy, and fulminant.
All chipped black paint and bruises
Hands folding around
My delicate paper throat
Feral and carnal
My chalk outline imbedded
In my casket of a mattress.
My L.A. tar pits.
There was no funeral
Or kind words said.
Not even a moment of silence ...
572 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2017 4:08am
7th Dec 2017 4:08am
Reverberation
Astral souls are known
For being volatile.
What’s more stunning
Than watching your own
Personal seraphic supernova
Implode?
I anticipate your cosmic rays
Cloaking me,
Making me pyretic
As your carbon is expelled,
Your dust used to concoct
Biblical ink in a Motel 6.
How often are you skimmed
Searching for a sign
Of repentance?
How many sinners
Have you become a part of?
Personally, my favorite passage
Is the one where your binding
Is ripped out and water-logged
By the guy who...
For being volatile.
What’s more stunning
Than watching your own
Personal seraphic supernova
Implode?
I anticipate your cosmic rays
Cloaking me,
Making me pyretic
As your carbon is expelled,
Your dust used to concoct
Biblical ink in a Motel 6.
How often are you skimmed
Searching for a sign
Of repentance?
How many sinners
Have you become a part of?
Personally, my favorite passage
Is the one where your binding
Is ripped out and water-logged
By the guy who...
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8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2017 8:22pm
4th Dec 2017 8:22pm
Plan B
I hope you understand
I had to escape,
But I would have
Loved you fiercely.
What they don’t tell you
Is how ashamed you are
Asking for the box.
As if your morality
Is decided by a pharmacy.
As if they expect you
To eviscerate the homeless,
Scavenging the innocent
As if your heart isn’t
Devoid of home enough.
What they don’t tell you
Is how you will
Constantly be reminded
Of what you did
And what was done to you
By the deep visceral cramping,
Your lofty fortress crumbling ...
I had to escape,
But I would have
Loved you fiercely.
What they don’t tell you
Is how ashamed you are
Asking for the box.
As if your morality
Is decided by a pharmacy.
As if they expect you
To eviscerate the homeless,
Scavenging the innocent
As if your heart isn’t
Devoid of home enough.
What they don’t tell you
Is how you will
Constantly be reminded
Of what you did
And what was done to you
By the deep visceral cramping,
Your lofty fortress crumbling ...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2017 4:48am
23rd Nov 2017 4:48am
The Apiarist
My resinous heart,
Mandarin marmalade,
Resonates with the way
Your rawness ripples
Through your assurances.
Your impossibly open hands
Cart crystalline sextets
Of royal jelly
That appeal to my
Warbling nature.
Your saccharine tongue
Bombinates sweet everythings.
What did I do
To deserve your honey?
Mandarin marmalade,
Resonates with the way
Your rawness ripples
Through your assurances.
Your impossibly open hands
Cart crystalline sextets
Of royal jelly
That appeal to my
Warbling nature.
Your saccharine tongue
Bombinates sweet everythings.
What did I do
To deserve your honey?
623 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2017 00:04am
12th Nov 2017 00:04am
Hummingbird
Your hands embraced fire
As life left them.
I wish I had left lavender
On your pillow
As you'd done for me
Before the labyrinth.
Before the aviary
Where the doves
Tied your neurons
Into perfect little bows.
Before they stole
Your ability to pray.
How can you be gone
When you were
Just dancing?
As life left them.
I wish I had left lavender
On your pillow
As you'd done for me
Before the labyrinth.
Before the aviary
Where the doves
Tied your neurons
Into perfect little bows.
Before they stole
Your ability to pray.
How can you be gone
When you were
Just dancing?
617 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 6:01pm
6th Nov 2017 6:01pm
Phantasm
Your tone gnashes at my psyche,
These lashes
Nothing less than physical.
Evasion's never sufficed before;
My battleship no match
For your vicious onslaught.
Your camouflaged diction
Brings me back
To my hiding corner.
Your stars and stripes
Should envelope me
Like a fleece kaftan
Not constrict around my throat
Like a boa preparing
For his daily prize.
Instead of feeding on my flesh,
You flourish on my fear.
My groveling,
Your tapas.
My guilt,
Your...
These lashes
Nothing less than physical.
Evasion's never sufficed before;
My battleship no match
For your vicious onslaught.
Your camouflaged diction
Brings me back
To my hiding corner.
Your stars and stripes
Should envelope me
Like a fleece kaftan
Not constrict around my throat
Like a boa preparing
For his daily prize.
Instead of feeding on my flesh,
You flourish on my fear.
My groveling,
Your tapas.
My guilt,
Your...
665 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 8:26pm
22nd Sep 2017 8:26pm
Global amnesia
The eye of the tempest--
The churning of impending catastrophe,
A false security blanket
Engloves every square inch,
Every neuron of my left-sided brain.
Once the mind is idle--
Even undetectably, imperceptibly,
Even for a millionth of a second--
A flash flood of memories
Saturates my sponge of a brain
Overflowing my teacup,
Me being the too-little spoon
And not knowing how to swim.
Sometimes, they're blissful--
The way I blossomed in spring
Under your madcap care
My mind...
The churning of impending catastrophe,
A false security blanket
Engloves every square inch,
Every neuron of my left-sided brain.
Once the mind is idle--
Even undetectably, imperceptibly,
Even for a millionth of a second--
A flash flood of memories
Saturates my sponge of a brain
Overflowing my teacup,
Me being the too-little spoon
And not knowing how to swim.
Sometimes, they're blissful--
The way I blossomed in spring
Under your madcap care
My mind...
905 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 3:32am
27th Aug 2017 3:32am
Confessional
Forgive me father,
For my undying faith
Has been lacking.
My agnosticism is carried
With me like a favorite accessory.
You've never shown me divinity
Or omnipotence or grace.
You've shown warning signs
Of disaster, fire alarms, red flags,
The awakening of a serial killer.
It's no wonder I choose stoicism.
It's no wonder I choose detachment.
It's no wonder I accept pseudo-love.
Conditional love with rewards
And of course, lashes for my sins.
Forbidden tears and omitting eyes
Fill the pews on...
For my undying faith
Has been lacking.
My agnosticism is carried
With me like a favorite accessory.
You've never shown me divinity
Or omnipotence or grace.
You've shown warning signs
Of disaster, fire alarms, red flags,
The awakening of a serial killer.
It's no wonder I choose stoicism.
It's no wonder I choose detachment.
It's no wonder I accept pseudo-love.
Conditional love with rewards
And of course, lashes for my sins.
Forbidden tears and omitting eyes
Fill the pews on...
721 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 4:50am
14th Aug 2017 4:50am
Untitled #2
In short, I'm infatuated.
At length, I'm possessed
By our witching hour dissertations
Stretching on until we overhear
The creaky call of blackbirds,
The all-too-familiar sound
Of the street sweeper,
And the slumbersome rasp
In our pre-programmed voices.
In short, I'm curious.
At length, I'm compelled
By your verbose vernacular,
The sinuous and undulating
Switchbacked anecdotes,
Meant to ensnare
My erudite acumen,
Consecrated erotica
For sapiosexuals alike.
At length, I'm possessed
By our witching hour dissertations
Stretching on until we overhear
The creaky call of blackbirds,
The all-too-familiar sound
Of the street sweeper,
And the slumbersome rasp
In our pre-programmed voices.
In short, I'm curious.
At length, I'm compelled
By your verbose vernacular,
The sinuous and undulating
Switchbacked anecdotes,
Meant to ensnare
My erudite acumen,
Consecrated erotica
For sapiosexuals alike.
721 reads
7 Comments
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