Submissions by Kohai
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 10:12am
13th Feb 2013 10:12am
Is it really worth it?
An unsturdy wooden chair
Bought second hand off ebay
Sits in an empty
Studio apartment
Guarding the ink
Stained writing desk
As fresh blood
Soaks into the cracks
And settles
In swirls
Outlining his
Frame
Like liquid chalk
At a crime scene
Being a tortured artist
Is good
For inspiration, but
Does not
Bode well
For a life expectancy
Bought second hand off ebay
Sits in an empty
Studio apartment
Guarding the ink
Stained writing desk
As fresh blood
Soaks into the cracks
And settles
In swirls
Outlining his
Frame
Like liquid chalk
At a crime scene
Being a tortured artist
Is good
For inspiration, but
Does not
Bode well
For a life expectancy
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 10:34am
12th Feb 2013 10:34am
Cursive is a bitch.
At some point,
Though I'm
Not quite sure when,
The sun set
And night fell,
Blanketing my shoulders.
I was too consumed by
Rewriting my name
At the top of my page
To get the 'E'
And the 'A'
To join
In a seemingly
Effortless flow,
Like you and I.
I guess
I saw too much
Of us
In my own name
And I hope
I don't lose you
Because changing names
Is too much paperwork
To be worth
Avoiding that
Memory.
Though I'm
Not quite sure when,
The sun set
And night fell,
Blanketing my shoulders.
I was too consumed by
Rewriting my name
At the top of my page
To get the 'E'
And the 'A'
To join
In a seemingly
Effortless flow,
Like you and I.
I guess
I saw too much
Of us
In my own name
And I hope
I don't lose you
Because changing names
Is too much paperwork
To be worth
Avoiding that
Memory.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 10:26am
12th Feb 2013 10:26am
I could die tomorrow.
Well, here goes”
I said, knowing this
Could be
My last chance
To tell you
Or to at least
Make sense
And I know
Somewhere along
The line
The excuses and stories
And memories and reasoning
Blurred and I know
Things are cloudy,
But it's not the details
That matter
Just the principal
This may not be my last
Or even my twentieth chance
Until then
But in reality
I'd rather
Not take
The risk
I just know
My dear
That while
You may not remember
The exact phrase I traced
Along...
I said, knowing this
Could be
My last chance
To tell you
Or to at least
Make sense
And I know
Somewhere along
The line
The excuses and stories
And memories and reasoning
Blurred and I know
Things are cloudy,
But it's not the details
That matter
Just the principal
This may not be my last
Or even my twentieth chance
Until then
But in reality
I'd rather
Not take
The risk
I just know
My dear
That while
You may not remember
The exact phrase I traced
Along...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 2:38pm
10th Feb 2013 2:38pm
A substitute is better than nothing.
I wonder if
It is sad that I sleep
With a teddy every night,
And note
I spared the word childish,
Because I guess
It is sad
That a childhood isn't so easily let go
Or rather
Memories of sleeping beside you are all too fresh
And I just can't get over that.
It is sad that I sleep
With a teddy every night,
And note
I spared the word childish,
Because I guess
It is sad
That a childhood isn't so easily let go
Or rather
Memories of sleeping beside you are all too fresh
And I just can't get over that.
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 8:03am
10th Feb 2013 8:03am
Sweep her under the rug.
The past
Few hours were
A blur of blood and lace
While the whimpers of a girl
Shook the hotel to its foundations
“You've made a wreck of my soul,
And you've added my heart
To the chain
You wear around your waist
And it's safe to say
That I,
Will forget you”
And the tiles
Of the bathroom floor
Cracked and sank through
The mud as it rose
And her bare feet were trapped
By the dirt as it dragged her down
Her gnawed nails tore paper from the walls
Her screams shattered the windows
Showering her porcelain frame ...
Few hours were
A blur of blood and lace
While the whimpers of a girl
Shook the hotel to its foundations
“You've made a wreck of my soul,
And you've added my heart
To the chain
You wear around your waist
And it's safe to say
That I,
Will forget you”
And the tiles
Of the bathroom floor
Cracked and sank through
The mud as it rose
And her bare feet were trapped
By the dirt as it dragged her down
Her gnawed nails tore paper from the walls
Her screams shattered the windows
Showering her porcelain frame ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 6:14am
10th Feb 2013 6:14am
Jealousy.
It's strange how
Jealousy festers
And spreads
To your fingertips
Raising your palm
And along the fibers of your tongue
Tugging on the nerves of your lips
Forming words beyond your control
Kissing lips you wouldn't normally kiss
But in spite
And its strange how
It seems logical
And it's strange how
It doesn't help at all
Jealousy festers
And spreads
To your fingertips
Raising your palm
And along the fibers of your tongue
Tugging on the nerves of your lips
Forming words beyond your control
Kissing lips you wouldn't normally kiss
But in spite
And its strange how
It seems logical
And it's strange how
It doesn't help at all
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2013 1:21pm
9th Feb 2013 1:21pm
Saturday nights.
Saturday night joined me
And we laughed and shared stories
Of childhood memories repressed
And stories of loved ones
We had to leave behind
And Saturday night stayed with me
Until I slept and then
Left with no word
While Sunday morning slid
Under my sheets
And woke me with
The sun's warmth on my cheek
And it's light flooding my eyes
It's nice to wake up
In any embrace, but
Sunday mornings
Don't know me as well
As Saturday nights
And we laughed and shared stories
Of childhood memories repressed
And stories of loved ones
We had to leave behind
And Saturday night stayed with me
Until I slept and then
Left with no word
While Sunday morning slid
Under my sheets
And woke me with
The sun's warmth on my cheek
And it's light flooding my eyes
It's nice to wake up
In any embrace, but
Sunday mornings
Don't know me as well
As Saturday nights
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 1:55pm
8th Feb 2013 1:55pm
Fragile frame
Large beds
Much too large for a girl
Too small and getting
Smaller she hopes
And instead of being
Overwhelmed and consumed
He holds and fits
Her crooked hips when
Her spine curves
And gives in
To the pressure of
Her increasing age
Much too large for a girl
Too small and getting
Smaller she hopes
And instead of being
Overwhelmed and consumed
He holds and fits
Her crooked hips when
Her spine curves
And gives in
To the pressure of
Her increasing age
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 8:36am
6th Feb 2013 8:36am
Not all women are monsters.
More often than during
The birth of Summer
And the death of Spring
Where my hands found home
On your back and hips
And caught up in your hair
Or a mass of your fingers
Do I witness the doubt
Stirring in your eyes
Manifesting as a
Lovers plague
That strips and rapes
And pillages the essence
You once held for me
And it's sad to see
A man so caught
Up in his hurt
From past girlfriends and women
(And women is being kind
To those who don't deserve
Such kind titles)
That he'd rather dwell alone
And suffer and...
The birth of Summer
And the death of Spring
Where my hands found home
On your back and hips
And caught up in your hair
Or a mass of your fingers
Do I witness the doubt
Stirring in your eyes
Manifesting as a
Lovers plague
That strips and rapes
And pillages the essence
You once held for me
And it's sad to see
A man so caught
Up in his hurt
From past girlfriends and women
(And women is being kind
To those who don't deserve
Such kind titles)
That he'd rather dwell alone
And suffer and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 8:23am
6th Feb 2013 8:23am
Pass go and collect nothing.
I had become
Accustom to
The extra space in my bed
And the way my sheet tightened
Around the curves of my shoulders
And waking up with my arm
Comforting air
But I came
To realise
That I had forgotten just
What it was like to be near
Until I found the book
Of poetry you wrote for me
And found the letter
I had written for you
And remembered how you
Stroked my leg
As pen touched to paper
So I
May as well
Set up home
At square one.
Accustom to
The extra space in my bed
And the way my sheet tightened
Around the curves of my shoulders
And waking up with my arm
Comforting air
But I came
To realise
That I had forgotten just
What it was like to be near
Until I found the book
Of poetry you wrote for me
And found the letter
I had written for you
And remembered how you
Stroked my leg
As pen touched to paper
So I
May as well
Set up home
At square one.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 9:07am
5th Feb 2013 9:07am
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She begs
A landslide
Of molten lava and tephra
Crumbling to her knees
Desperate, famished
For his paling flesh
Nails etching erotica
Of her fantasies with him
along his spine
Bodily fluids spilling into oceans
His chest heaved in morse code
As he slipped under the surface
Moaning nonsensical love poetry
Organs joined to lips
By a string of saliva
Or rather
Two neurons
Connected by nerve endings
As single serve emotion
Is expressed through
Strokes and invasions
A landslide
Of molten lava and tephra
Crumbling to her knees
Desperate, famished
For his paling flesh
Nails etching erotica
Of her fantasies with him
along his spine
Bodily fluids spilling into oceans
His chest heaved in morse code
As he slipped under the surface
Moaning nonsensical love poetry
Organs joined to lips
By a string of saliva
Or rather
Two neurons
Connected by nerve endings
As single serve emotion
Is expressed through
Strokes and invasions
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 9:04am
5th Feb 2013 9:04am
What she can't see won't hurt her.
I awoke and he felt
Me stir as I came to
And his arms held me tighter
To shield me from the morning
As if to make me forget
That I had a plane to catch
And I must say
It almost worked
I didn't exactly
Fight back
Me stir as I came to
And his arms held me tighter
To shield me from the morning
As if to make me forget
That I had a plane to catch
And I must say
It almost worked
I didn't exactly
Fight back
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