Submissions by Kbeck714
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 5:03am
8th Aug 2017 5:03am
To my soldier
Buckshot litters my tights
But nothing compares
To my cardiac shrapnel,
My raven-inked cheeks,
From the countless times
You made me feel unworthy,
As if a mere peasant in your grace.
If I can survive the grenade
That was you abandoning me
In a foreign territory
For strangers to deprive me of sleep,
To rip away any and all sensation,
I can outlast a few graze wounds.
It's taken years to get past
The PTSD that was your declarations.
Every shred of my being
Has had to scrape the theatre floors
In...
But nothing compares
To my cardiac shrapnel,
My raven-inked cheeks,
From the countless times
You made me feel unworthy,
As if a mere peasant in your grace.
If I can survive the grenade
That was you abandoning me
In a foreign territory
For strangers to deprive me of sleep,
To rip away any and all sensation,
I can outlast a few graze wounds.
It's taken years to get past
The PTSD that was your declarations.
Every shred of my being
Has had to scrape the theatre floors
In...
785 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 2:20am
8th Aug 2017 2:20am
Potential
I'm that final battered apple
Come vernal equinox,
That discarded fluff
Upon disintegrating cardboard,
That aimless piece of art
By the well-meaning sculptor.
I don't need a plethora of admirers--
Just one set of receptive eyes
To recognize in full
That I can still
Taste of silken Ceylon,
Saccharine and viscid.
I can still
Be a Delphian huntress,
Unknowable and tantalizing.
I can still
Provide a devastating kindling
For our febrile covenant.
Come vernal equinox,
That discarded fluff
Upon disintegrating cardboard,
That aimless piece of art
By the well-meaning sculptor.
I don't need a plethora of admirers--
Just one set of receptive eyes
To recognize in full
That I can still
Taste of silken Ceylon,
Saccharine and viscid.
I can still
Be a Delphian huntress,
Unknowable and tantalizing.
I can still
Provide a devastating kindling
For our febrile covenant.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2017 4:45am
31st Jul 2017 4:45am
Quirks
At times, I need reminded
That I'm a mere sapling
Of the Queen of the Andes.
That like the ambrosial Planarians,
I will regrow my head when I lose it.
That despite half a million people,
There's a reason I was chosen.
At times, I need to retreat
To my velveteen sunless cavern
Smelling of sandalwood and cotton,
Speaking only to dust bunnies,
The fictional soapers and psychopaths
Scattering my archives,
And of course, you.
At times, I need to traverse
The burgeoning expanse of wilderness, ...
That I'm a mere sapling
Of the Queen of the Andes.
That like the ambrosial Planarians,
I will regrow my head when I lose it.
That despite half a million people,
There's a reason I was chosen.
At times, I need to retreat
To my velveteen sunless cavern
Smelling of sandalwood and cotton,
Speaking only to dust bunnies,
The fictional soapers and psychopaths
Scattering my archives,
And of course, you.
At times, I need to traverse
The burgeoning expanse of wilderness, ...
734 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2017 3:16am
28th Jul 2017 3:16am
Untitled
Fervently, ferociously
Tell me you're perturbed
That I haven't eaten in days.
That I'm adhered to this expanse
Of cotton and polyester
In the lightless abyss
Of my cryptic cave.
That I weep at the mere sight
Of animals forming
Unusual alliances
And the reunion
Of elderly lovers and friends.
Fiercely, zealously,
Ask me how often
My mind lapsed into
A state of latency
And if I had once again
Conjured up nefarious creatures
Since my feet were tucked
Under the blanket ...
Tell me you're perturbed
That I haven't eaten in days.
That I'm adhered to this expanse
Of cotton and polyester
In the lightless abyss
Of my cryptic cave.
That I weep at the mere sight
Of animals forming
Unusual alliances
And the reunion
Of elderly lovers and friends.
Fiercely, zealously,
Ask me how often
My mind lapsed into
A state of latency
And if I had once again
Conjured up nefarious creatures
Since my feet were tucked
Under the blanket ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 00:17am
21st Jul 2017 00:17am
Jack
What do you do when a friend is suicidal?
A friend who only professes he loves you
When he's drunk and lonely and ignored
A friend who tells you somewhat politely
To fuck off when you ask if he's okay.
A friend who constantly leaves you
Drunk and lonely and--
But that's fair for what you've done.
What do you do when this friend
Threatens with his very last breath:
I'll take these Xanax, I'll do it.
If I drove to you, we'd work this time.
I get distant when I'm depressed.
What do you do when he...
A friend who only professes he loves you
When he's drunk and lonely and ignored
A friend who tells you somewhat politely
To fuck off when you ask if he's okay.
A friend who constantly leaves you
Drunk and lonely and--
But that's fair for what you've done.
What do you do when this friend
Threatens with his very last breath:
I'll take these Xanax, I'll do it.
If I drove to you, we'd work this time.
I get distant when I'm depressed.
What do you do when he...
748 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 4:30am
11th Jul 2017 4:30am
Eight
The deflated sequence of letters
So commonly premeditated
But rarely unvarnished
The strewn and dismembered
Limbs of the arachnid
I explicitly meant to unshackle
The sum of the facets
Of a malleable and carmine
Foreshadowing
The pattern of my gait,
Ataxic and absorbed
With passivity
A godless trinket
For the marring
Of my utopia
So commonly premeditated
But rarely unvarnished
The strewn and dismembered
Limbs of the arachnid
I explicitly meant to unshackle
The sum of the facets
Of a malleable and carmine
Foreshadowing
The pattern of my gait,
Ataxic and absorbed
With passivity
A godless trinket
For the marring
Of my utopia
#StreamOfConsciousness
1010 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2017 1:10am
16th Jun 2017 1:10am
Blueberries
Your omnipotent muscle spindles,
Sea-green with Aurelian ink,
Contract to capture
Tiny, juice-filled orbs
That distinctly emulate
The hue of your eyes.
And I'm spellbound
By the unaffected, childlike
Nature of your execution.
Sea-green with Aurelian ink,
Contract to capture
Tiny, juice-filled orbs
That distinctly emulate
The hue of your eyes.
And I'm spellbound
By the unaffected, childlike
Nature of your execution.
#love
#sensual
936 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2017 11:30pm
13th Jun 2017 11:30pm
Lithium
You declared that I was purple,
The complexion of ecstasy.
An aphrodisiac--
The allure of slurping mollusks,
And the titillating anxiety
Of a calloused hand
Enclosing around my trachea.
Contrarily, I was metallic--
The taste of biting your tongue,
A sweltering, stifling box
Of alloy, threatening
To smother you alive
Upon failure of evasion.
Or silvery, soft, and palatable,
Able to rectify distemper
In the hearts of the melancholic.
The complexion of ecstasy.
An aphrodisiac--
The allure of slurping mollusks,
And the titillating anxiety
Of a calloused hand
Enclosing around my trachea.
Contrarily, I was metallic--
The taste of biting your tongue,
A sweltering, stifling box
Of alloy, threatening
To smother you alive
Upon failure of evasion.
Or silvery, soft, and palatable,
Able to rectify distemper
In the hearts of the melancholic.
#memories
#nostalgia
875 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2017 5:25am
9th Jun 2017 5:25am
Thistle
I let her feel infinitesimal--
For I, I couldn't feel a thing
Like spotting the most pitiful
Termite in a colony,
From the feathered security
Of the uppermost branch
Of a towering redwood
And knowing I could flee
From the fiery grasps
Of any predator,
Any cataclysm,
While she would succumb
To extermination.
I let her feel pellucid--
For I, I couldn't feel a thing
She grew uncultivated--
Bursting and blooming,
Unabated by the elements
Threatening to rip her
From her roots;
But her...
For I, I couldn't feel a thing
Like spotting the most pitiful
Termite in a colony,
From the feathered security
Of the uppermost branch
Of a towering redwood
And knowing I could flee
From the fiery grasps
Of any predator,
Any cataclysm,
While she would succumb
To extermination.
I let her feel pellucid--
For I, I couldn't feel a thing
She grew uncultivated--
Bursting and blooming,
Unabated by the elements
Threatening to rip her
From her roots;
But her...
#StreamOfConsciousness
724 reads
9 Comments
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