Submissions by Last1123
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I wouldn't consider myself a poet. I just create with any means necessary!
SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2015 7:41pm
20th Oct 2015 7:41pm
Untitled
I feel so lost I don't know where to go. I look for answers in myself, I look for answers in others, I look at the sky, the ground, I talk to the stars , I mutter to the universe. I ask why? I'm just hoping for something, I don't even know what I'm hoping for? Just hoping something will change or click into place & things, life will feel better. I don't know where to turn or who to turn to. I just end up in the same place with different moods. Maybe this is it.? Just how it is. It's always been like this , why should I think it's going to change? It's not. I guess that damn hope just...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2015 7:37pm
20th Oct 2015 7:37pm
Untitled
A light wrapped in dark cloth. Smothered. Will I extinguishe? I surely will not flourish. But I will grow roots. Roots that dig into the darkness. As they grab hold it pulls me closer. Abyss. Close your eyes & look into the light, follow those swirls. Fractions of fiction as your truth never really unfolds. The sockets swoll with eyes upon us that are not our own. Demons of Jiminy cricket snicker. Laughter of a lunatic lingers like an old record playing the last song of silent static skipping across the hearts needle like grooves of your life etched in concrete. doomed to play, to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2015 8:08am
20th Oct 2015 8:08am
Untitled
Black fire burned blanket dangles from clothesline in apocalyptic rural landscape. Nothing moves but the ravens sqwak in the faint & distant. Only dirt may you rest. No leaves, just bare, long & lonley branch. Smoke from a dust bowl depression paints patina memories along the airstream double wide. Wilted cactus raisin thorns prick. Skeletal remains multiply abacus. White from the bones is the only light reflection. The deep wind whispers finally. The only voice I've heard in years. I cry uncontrollably. I water the fragile roots of plants that fed me long ago. In there dehydrated...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2015 8:06am
20th Oct 2015 8:06am
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Gum drops on the scorching pavement. Food dye stains. Tomorrows rainbow. Gelatins murky translucent glob reflection is distorted & very accurate. Fun house. Get in the car, ride the rails. Strobe lights shutter the negative space I painted in the background. Ghouls. Demons we face. Fast food slow death. Soft is the soil I slowly sink. My bed a coffin. My walls the maiden. Voyage. Hancock. Herbie the love bug I can't catch. Virus. It sickens me to see your mouth. I miss it so much. Heart vampire is dark. Dark red. Almost black. But some light must be there somewhere. More light pink....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2015 11:14pm
19th Oct 2015 11:14pm
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Water ending rainbow, stones made of cotton, thorns prick blood from the tiny black ticks, asking if I can have my stomach back. Fingers like blades, they sew the silk where the birds lay there eggs, shells on shores from canyon falls to grassy gulch. Worms make yolk into spider webs, protein for the coming winter. Blistered fingers burn there wings as migration stops to stare. Flocking to your seasonal sale to discount the many blessings. Racks upon racks of racoons may bridge the bible gap, turning pages upon pages of unreadable walmart news to a band that can't even rap. Cheeseburgers for...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2015 11:04pm
19th Oct 2015 11:04pm
Untitled
Burnt paper machete puppets swing lifeless from the rafters. The evening breeze gives them a slight appearance of life. A false hope for those who believe. Amongst the ashes are the memories. Black scorched remnants of childhood. There are no pieces left to put together. On my hands & knees I sift through the dusty rubble, shards of glass, splintered wood, rusty nails, hoping to find one thing that can keep me tied to this place. It's all gone. All gone except the now mocking marionettes that dangle above me. Held over my head like some irrational responsibility you tried to instill from...
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