Submissions by Kylee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2009 00:22am
13th Oct 2009 00:22am
Some Things Are Better Left Said
Words lost,
A terrible affliction
To be struck by.
Writers block
They call it,
When the pen won’t hit the paper,
Or the keys on board wont sink.
A mental mire,
Quelled internal thinking,
Occurring most when expression is a direful need
Or a pin that pricks constantly on the skin.
This pin,
Pricks when I remember the days
Pokes ,
A reminder of the ways
And holds the fabric in place.
Though I fear,
It has become threadbare,
The pricks are no longer painless
And attention must be paid
Lest the pins become...
A terrible affliction
To be struck by.
Writers block
They call it,
When the pen won’t hit the paper,
Or the keys on board wont sink.
A mental mire,
Quelled internal thinking,
Occurring most when expression is a direful need
Or a pin that pricks constantly on the skin.
This pin,
Pricks when I remember the days
Pokes ,
A reminder of the ways
And holds the fabric in place.
Though I fear,
It has become threadbare,
The pricks are no longer painless
And attention must be paid
Lest the pins become...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
806 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2009 2:26am
9th Oct 2009 2:26am
The Cardinal
Do you know the cardinal?
No not the one at your window
Not the one at the feeder
He’s red, but not of feathers
For he’s fettered
He roams the city in elegance
Wary of his past
He wonders how it came to this
Am I defective he wonders under
His breath
My life has been devoted
To blind faith
Have crammed my head with psalms and verses
Stories of fire trees and parting seas
I’ve a duty to interpret and to guide
To help others with the devil at their side
But then came the inquisition
From an accusation of long ago...
No not the one at your window
Not the one at the feeder
He’s red, but not of feathers
For he’s fettered
He roams the city in elegance
Wary of his past
He wonders how it came to this
Am I defective he wonders under
His breath
My life has been devoted
To blind faith
Have crammed my head with psalms and verses
Stories of fire trees and parting seas
I’ve a duty to interpret and to guide
To help others with the devil at their side
But then came the inquisition
From an accusation of long ago...
866 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2009 5:31am
3rd Oct 2009 5:31am
Transillumination
Congratulations you’ve found the sensation
This isn’t a fascist statement it’s lyrical masturbation
Trials and tribulations driven to titillation
Insufferable conservative nation indentation
Just reiterate their iterations
After a families assassination
Forensics? Check striations
Conspirators’ elation
Do they have the right location?
Do they even know the destination?
You can’t rise without a foundation
But the duration of litigation is under inflation
So go on vacation
Get away from the streets starvation
But you know the world’s...
This isn’t a fascist statement it’s lyrical masturbation
Trials and tribulations driven to titillation
Insufferable conservative nation indentation
Just reiterate their iterations
After a families assassination
Forensics? Check striations
Conspirators’ elation
Do they have the right location?
Do they even know the destination?
You can’t rise without a foundation
But the duration of litigation is under inflation
So go on vacation
Get away from the streets starvation
But you know the world’s...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
794 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2009 2:05am
3rd Oct 2009 2:05am
The Institution
Above, Below
Above, below
I grew up here
I was born very near
My life has been filled with reed
While the outside world is filled with greed
Though I would not know
I never go.
Above, Below
Above, below
Picture this if you wish
The beginnings of a wicker dish
Seamless weaves from the hands of a child
Her life is mundane, attitude is mild
I would know
Never go.
My mother was disturbed they tell me,
Her condition is hereditary.
She spent the rest of life here
Never knowing I was growing.
They call...
Above, below
I grew up here
I was born very near
My life has been filled with reed
While the outside world is filled with greed
Though I would not know
I never go.
Above, Below
Above, below
Picture this if you wish
The beginnings of a wicker dish
Seamless weaves from the hands of a child
Her life is mundane, attitude is mild
I would know
Never go.
My mother was disturbed they tell me,
Her condition is hereditary.
She spent the rest of life here
Never knowing I was growing.
They call...
#WritingPoetry
777 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2009 3:53am
2nd Oct 2009 3:53am
Who’s in Charge?
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Repulsive hypocrisy plagues my nation
Force feeds my population with misinformation
Using talking heads on the television station
Fuck off at least until the next election elation
Your parties tear the county apart
Smear campaigns are republican art
When we voted in our president
Our intentions for reform were evident
So why when we try to bring healthcare to all
Is it slapped around caused to stall?
Is it the CEO who’s too busy spending at the mall?...
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Repulsive hypocrisy plagues my nation
Force feeds my population with misinformation
Using talking heads on the television station
Fuck off at least until the next election elation
Your parties tear the county apart
Smear campaigns are republican art
When we voted in our president
Our intentions for reform were evident
So why when we try to bring healthcare to all
Is it slapped around caused to stall?
Is it the CEO who’s too busy spending at the mall?...
980 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2009 9:32am
18th Sep 2009 9:32am
Finehtiklee Speeking
Thayr cumz a tym wen evreething iz simplifyd
And lyf in all of itz complikashons awr reeveeld
This iz my revelayshun,
Too a werld of steel
Lift yore reegrets and foreget yore werees
Try too see thee erth as it iz
Yoo wil atane saysheeayshun
But not frum meditayshun
Troo deliverence cumz too thowz hoo thingk
Hoos lyf izent mejured in draynd kawfy kups
Ore yoozed ingk
Deeliverence wil nawk wyl yoo ahwake frum thee dreem
And reeahlize thaht evereething it seems
Iz les cawmplicated than wee preeveeuhsly beeleevd
I am I...
And lyf in all of itz complikashons awr reeveeld
This iz my revelayshun,
Too a werld of steel
Lift yore reegrets and foreget yore werees
Try too see thee erth as it iz
Yoo wil atane saysheeayshun
But not frum meditayshun
Troo deliverence cumz too thowz hoo thingk
Hoos lyf izent mejured in draynd kawfy kups
Ore yoozed ingk
Deeliverence wil nawk wyl yoo ahwake frum thee dreem
And reeahlize thaht evereething it seems
Iz les cawmplicated than wee preeveeuhsly beeleevd
I am I...
963 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2009 1:36am
14th Sep 2009 1:36am
Homage
Edwardian ITC,
The script of love on a tattoo of hope,
An image that is to be forever,
Guiding art in life’s dicey slope
The needle pierces the skin
Rapidly, injecting the deepest meaning
Creating an elegant L
Hovering on the shoulder of a star that fell
From the sky, to illuminate a life.
The ink presses on
Over delicate white skin
To remember lost kin
Immortal remembrance begin
Completing the e,
The star of the past
Commemorating life,
Is salient to see
At last the pin subsides
The cover of ribs...
The script of love on a tattoo of hope,
An image that is to be forever,
Guiding art in life’s dicey slope
The needle pierces the skin
Rapidly, injecting the deepest meaning
Creating an elegant L
Hovering on the shoulder of a star that fell
From the sky, to illuminate a life.
The ink presses on
Over delicate white skin
To remember lost kin
Immortal remembrance begin
Completing the e,
The star of the past
Commemorating life,
Is salient to see
At last the pin subsides
The cover of ribs...
936 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Sep 2009 4:36am
12th Sep 2009 4:36am
Prayer of Wishful Thinking and Vengence
After the towers
Turned to rubble flowers
I find myself wondering
Confused at the feeling
Just aching to get out of me
Our Father, which art in Heaven
My anger,
I wish I had the power
To turn the rubble flowers
Back on the perpetrators,
The bastard makers
Hallowed be thy Name
I wish I had a Kalashnikov too
So I could look at them and scoff
When I find the sons and daughters
Of the jihad and blow their fucking heads off
Thy kingdom come
I wish I had a pipe bomb,
Trip wire and a young fanatic...
Turned to rubble flowers
I find myself wondering
Confused at the feeling
Just aching to get out of me
Our Father, which art in Heaven
My anger,
I wish I had the power
To turn the rubble flowers
Back on the perpetrators,
The bastard makers
Hallowed be thy Name
I wish I had a Kalashnikov too
So I could look at them and scoff
When I find the sons and daughters
Of the jihad and blow their fucking heads off
Thy kingdom come
I wish I had a pipe bomb,
Trip wire and a young fanatic...
1134 reads
23 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2009 11:15am
11th Sep 2009 11:15am
Doom!
It’s a rhythm, it’s a vibe,
Hear it with your ears,
See it with your own eyes.
It shakes humanities foundations,
It rocks our dwellings and takes our lives,
It cares not for us from age to seed,
But grows from side to side,
It will take over us in many moons,
But persist we do in our pathetic attempts
To do battle with time and our own mortality
And thus built to the sky defying gravity
Though sadly a target for foreign contempt
I will not live to see our destiny,
Our life, extinction,
Cessation of the human entity,
A...
Hear it with your ears,
See it with your own eyes.
It shakes humanities foundations,
It rocks our dwellings and takes our lives,
It cares not for us from age to seed,
But grows from side to side,
It will take over us in many moons,
But persist we do in our pathetic attempts
To do battle with time and our own mortality
And thus built to the sky defying gravity
Though sadly a target for foreign contempt
I will not live to see our destiny,
Our life, extinction,
Cessation of the human entity,
A...
1024 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2009 3:43am
11th Sep 2009 3:43am
Whos Writer?
I'm not afraid
I'm a writer
and I'm not afraid of being write
or being a write writer
I will answer, for
I'm a writer
and I'm not afraid to answer you
even if you're a writer, too, even if your writer
You see
I will not be deterred
my writing will not go unheard
see its not really too absurd
when you realize I'm a bird
and I've never been righter
I'm a writer
and I'm not afraid of being write
or being a write writer
I will answer, for
I'm a writer
and I'm not afraid to answer you
even if you're a writer, too, even if your writer
You see
I will not be deterred
my writing will not go unheard
see its not really too absurd
when you realize I'm a bird
and I've never been righter
1014 reads
9 Comments
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