Submissions by Lee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am. What else it there to say? My likes, dislikes, loves and wishes, mean nothing if I do not acknowledge that I simply am. That I breathe and experience. There is no greater explanation.
SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2014 7:51am
11th Mar 2014 7:51am
Trying That Patient Thing
The moon is far too shy tonight
and the high notes of amphibian bards
too sharp too overwhelming too much
to be comforting.
I am chaos
on concrete questions,
semiconducting ulterior motives
in the shadows beneath my eyes.
I’ve tried to shape this poetry
spilling from my lungs into ‘help me’
tried to drip them and sway them to express
just the type of aid I need
but I fall empty handed and
the ink builds mountains and streams instead –
victory in the face of adversity
and I’m victim of my own optimism.
I’m tired of standing...
and the high notes of amphibian bards
too sharp too overwhelming too much
to be comforting.
I am chaos
on concrete questions,
semiconducting ulterior motives
in the shadows beneath my eyes.
I’ve tried to shape this poetry
spilling from my lungs into ‘help me’
tried to drip them and sway them to express
just the type of aid I need
but I fall empty handed and
the ink builds mountains and streams instead –
victory in the face of adversity
and I’m victim of my own optimism.
I’m tired of standing...
881 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 8:43am
6th Mar 2014 8:43am
Where Wrought My Own Degree
Cars are not places to spill gunpowder wishes,
to light refracting torches held
in half-sure hands
lined and balanced with truths only
judged to be understood.
But you could never be blamed for turning
left when stop was so apparently right
in front of another.
My eyes have long since wasted
upon silhouettes that cartwheeled and flipped
only momentary weightlessness.
I can’t breathe with your lungs.
My stamina has abandoned my hope
for movement. Or maybe it was an
intentional discharge.
Don’t look at me as I try to convince...
to light refracting torches held
in half-sure hands
lined and balanced with truths only
judged to be understood.
But you could never be blamed for turning
left when stop was so apparently right
in front of another.
My eyes have long since wasted
upon silhouettes that cartwheeled and flipped
only momentary weightlessness.
I can’t breathe with your lungs.
My stamina has abandoned my hope
for movement. Or maybe it was an
intentional discharge.
Don’t look at me as I try to convince...
765 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 5:02am
6th Mar 2014 5:02am
Because Past isn’t empty and neither am I
They tell me a remodel is coming
that I have been a good girl
that they will build everything new
that the cyclones running across my landscape
will be brought to justice.
Take all of it out, they say
remove everything, they push.
So I do.
I take down the words plastering the walls
I erase the stories in the nuclei of my cells
sand out the memories layering the floorboards.
I sweep all my storms out the window
throw away the seasons I stored under my bed.
I put the light out under the forge of my computer
nothing else will be made...
that I have been a good girl
that they will build everything new
that the cyclones running across my landscape
will be brought to justice.
Take all of it out, they say
remove everything, they push.
So I do.
I take down the words plastering the walls
I erase the stories in the nuclei of my cells
sand out the memories layering the floorboards.
I sweep all my storms out the window
throw away the seasons I stored under my bed.
I put the light out under the forge of my computer
nothing else will be made...
892 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 5:38pm
28th Feb 2014 5:38pm
I’m looking in the cracks of sidewalks
You are ocean scented smiles
a worn book beneath a lavender bracelet
tired jeans
and wandering eyes
that whisper secrets
waiting to be discovered.
You are coffee steam haloed
and hiking boots at weddings.
You are breakfast on cardboard boxes at 3 a.m.
You are barefoot at the beach
because shoes don’t belong
rock-lined pockets
and sunset t-shirt
and I think I want you…
Can I have you?
a worn book beneath a lavender bracelet
tired jeans
and wandering eyes
that whisper secrets
waiting to be discovered.
You are coffee steam haloed
and hiking boots at weddings.
You are breakfast on cardboard boxes at 3 a.m.
You are barefoot at the beach
because shoes don’t belong
rock-lined pockets
and sunset t-shirt
and I think I want you…
Can I have you?
729 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 7:58am
20th Feb 2014 7:58am
All the Understandings I wish I Could Give you
I am a snowstorm that loves the skeleton of others
I just don’t know how to let others love mine.
I have asked this rock beneath my feet if I am doing it right
but all I get is grinding halts,
wounds deepening as my feet tear on the miles
I thought it told me I needed to walk.
Today I watched life jump out of the sky
slip slip slipping first from the broken body of my wishes.
I asked my friend if she had seen it,
she told me to stop daydreaming.
But is it daydreaming to weigh your veins with forgotten syllables?
To calculate all that I lose ...
I just don’t know how to let others love mine.
I have asked this rock beneath my feet if I am doing it right
but all I get is grinding halts,
wounds deepening as my feet tear on the miles
I thought it told me I needed to walk.
Today I watched life jump out of the sky
slip slip slipping first from the broken body of my wishes.
I asked my friend if she had seen it,
she told me to stop daydreaming.
But is it daydreaming to weigh your veins with forgotten syllables?
To calculate all that I lose ...
848 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 7:46am
20th Feb 2014 7:46am
A Semi Collection of Jaded Misgivings
Stay still
Like the open maw of a cowering grave
Immersed in all the browns the earth wishes to hide,
Dig your fingertips into your thigh,
Your toes drenched deep in the soil
And cast out all but the monochrome memories
That shoots you down, drowns you out.
Forget your relation to the leather
Hides of dying clouds,
Forget where you’ve placed your person
Where his hands lay on your chest
Where smoke slips from his eyes
And chokes you.
Ignore the imprint of his knuckles
Burnt into your ribs,
The cracking of plaster
As your...
Like the open maw of a cowering grave
Immersed in all the browns the earth wishes to hide,
Dig your fingertips into your thigh,
Your toes drenched deep in the soil
And cast out all but the monochrome memories
That shoots you down, drowns you out.
Forget your relation to the leather
Hides of dying clouds,
Forget where you’ve placed your person
Where his hands lay on your chest
Where smoke slips from his eyes
And chokes you.
Ignore the imprint of his knuckles
Burnt into your ribs,
The cracking of plaster
As your...
962 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 2:54am
10th Feb 2014 2:54am
My Perfect Lies in Broken Bones
I’m dreaming in imperfections.
Your eyes aren’t quite blue or green or brown,
and your smiles curl up
like the worn out pages of a favorite book
crinkling at times with the potential to tear.
In anger your lips will bend back,
ready to unleash arrows with pain-filled tips
yet when the tension eases
you’ll drown the wounds with the same passion
in which you had inflicted them.
Maybe your speech will tangle and trip
with inconsistencies,
betray intent because you can’t quite articulate
what you feel.
So calloused fingers...
Your eyes aren’t quite blue or green or brown,
and your smiles curl up
like the worn out pages of a favorite book
crinkling at times with the potential to tear.
In anger your lips will bend back,
ready to unleash arrows with pain-filled tips
yet when the tension eases
you’ll drown the wounds with the same passion
in which you had inflicted them.
Maybe your speech will tangle and trip
with inconsistencies,
betray intent because you can’t quite articulate
what you feel.
So calloused fingers...
890 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Feb 2014 8:31pm
6th Feb 2014 8:31pm
Where the World Stands Cold
It’s snowing. Small flakes that piles and piles and piles upon its brothers’ backs and covers a hard frozen ground in white and pure and these tears have turned beautiful. It’s a chill that has frozen the movement of the stream, forcing it to pause and wait and observe everything it misses in its summer haste. It’s snowing, clinging to limbs and hair, crystalizing the greens and blues and I have hope for a world that can still weep in snowflakes.
And all these trees stand like haunting skeletons, collecting a purity openness, my-true-form-is-revealed they only see and know and...
And all these trees stand like haunting skeletons, collecting a purity openness, my-true-form-is-revealed they only see and know and...
773 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Feb 2014 6:24am
2nd Feb 2014 6:24am
I Can't Hold These Horizons
Same sky. Same blue. Same clouds, heavy-backed and weighted with the tears of the world. Same gray. Same rise, same set. Same open and close – half-lidded, wide-eyed. Sitting on top of a meeting that always shakes hands on unique, new, I-have-met-another-piece-of-you, is this seam lined with heavy and light, ridges, breaks, and consumings that tries to navigate the introduction.
Can I stretch this newness out, reduce its jagged edges and standing towers to a heartbeat flat-lining these worlds so that for a single inhale we meet. I know I know I know I won’t be able to stop it for...
Can I stretch this newness out, reduce its jagged edges and standing towers to a heartbeat flat-lining these worlds so that for a single inhale we meet. I know I know I know I won’t be able to stop it for...
792 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 5:00pm
29th Jan 2014 5:00pm
Because Anger Does Not Follow A Clock
And I will shed
tears like stars,
pasting them across the sky
so that you can witness
the agony
you caused.
And I will cloak
these limbs in wrath,
until they dust this earth
in ash,
burning myself
into the soil
beneath the heart of trust.
Time has scoured
Centuries of seconds,
piling moments
in its hands
before crushing them.
They exist still,
fragmented in a grip
that time ignores
but does not erase.
tears like stars,
pasting them across the sky
so that you can witness
the agony
you caused.
And I will cloak
these limbs in wrath,
until they dust this earth
in ash,
burning myself
into the soil
beneath the heart of trust.
Time has scoured
Centuries of seconds,
piling moments
in its hands
before crushing them.
They exist still,
fragmented in a grip
that time ignores
but does not erase.
689 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 4:53pm
29th Jan 2014 4:53pm
You Saw, Did You Not?
I believed you.
I believed you saw me,
that you saw the boiling
of trepidation in brown eyes
watching you.
Believed that you
UnderstoodComprehended yousaidyouknew
how to handle broken things.
I believed you.
I believed you saw me,
that you saw the boiling
of trepidation in brown eyes
watching you.
Believed that you
UnderstoodComprehended yousaidyouknew
how to handle broken things.
I believed you.
689 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 8:06pm
31st Dec 2013 8:06pm
To refrain...
Held back as I am,
I must refrain from touching
you
with these broken jagged
pieces of me.
You’ll be cut and stained
and I’ll spend eternity
drowning in
the guilt of what I’ve
done to you.
I must refrain from touching
you
with these broken jagged
pieces of me.
You’ll be cut and stained
and I’ll spend eternity
drowning in
the guilt of what I’ve
done to you.
881 reads
8 Comments
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