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.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Jul 2013 8:40pm
16th Jul 2013 8:40pm
Yanar
Shadows didn’t crawl, and they didn’t move against the light.
She knew that.
The physics of the world had always been steadfast. But when finger-like strokes of dark grabbed the seal of her window and reached for her…
Annie Borrows knew she was wrong.
She knew that.
The physics of the world had always been steadfast. But when finger-like strokes of dark grabbed the seal of her window and reached for her…
Annie Borrows knew she was wrong.
777 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Jul 2013 2:20am
13th Jul 2013 2:20am
*Excerpt* Episodes of a Slowfade
YOU HAVE been counting for four hours and twenty six minutes. Counting heartbeats and breaths and colors; the spin of the tires, the emotions rioting within you,
be happy
be happy
be happy.
It is June 4th, 2009 and the sky is twisted ropes of dark clouds ready to burst open in their anger. You are graduating high school today. Your head is heavy and your body is stiff with I’m trying not to care. You are wearing a blue/black dress and high heels. Your hair is whispering over your back and you can’t help but hear the run it is laying in your ear. By...
be happy
be happy
be happy.
It is June 4th, 2009 and the sky is twisted ropes of dark clouds ready to burst open in their anger. You are graduating high school today. Your head is heavy and your body is stiff with I’m trying not to care. You are wearing a blue/black dress and high heels. Your hair is whispering over your back and you can’t help but hear the run it is laying in your ear. By...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Jul 2013 00:05am
10th Jul 2013 00:05am
I Told You
I told you not
to love me
I told you not
to care,
I told you that intense gaze
Would cause my caution to flare.
I told you
not to pursue me
I told you
I wanted nothing more
I told you
friendship was the only thing in store
Why do you punish me
for holding to my word?
In all of our talks
was there anything that you heard?
I told you not
to cast that line,
I wasn’t looking to be caught
but you kept casting in your hand
as though you would be picked victor in the lot.
I told you not
to...
to love me
I told you not
to care,
I told you that intense gaze
Would cause my caution to flare.
I told you
not to pursue me
I told you
I wanted nothing more
I told you
friendship was the only thing in store
Why do you punish me
for holding to my word?
In all of our talks
was there anything that you heard?
I told you not
to cast that line,
I wasn’t looking to be caught
but you kept casting in your hand
as though you would be picked victor in the lot.
I told you not
to...
1057 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 10:07am
8th Jul 2013 10:07am
Stained Down Deep
Down on knees
sud covered hands
scrubbing and scrubbing,
Lies and demands.
Throw on some more
antiseptic hysteria,
washing till raw
the affected area.
Again and again
it faults you for breathing,
aches for the raw,
insists you keep bleeding
Double your effort,
skin all gone
bury now into muscle,
strokes fast and strong.
But it’s never enough
yes, you know this is true
all that scrubbing and cleaning
will never reveal something new
sud covered hands
scrubbing and scrubbing,
Lies and demands.
Throw on some more
antiseptic hysteria,
washing till raw
the affected area.
Again and again
it faults you for breathing,
aches for the raw,
insists you keep bleeding
Double your effort,
skin all gone
bury now into muscle,
strokes fast and strong.
But it’s never enough
yes, you know this is true
all that scrubbing and cleaning
will never reveal something new
724 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jul 2013 9:20am
8th Jul 2013 9:20am
The Stagnant
YOU HAVE been caught running in circles. The scenery whips past you, always moving but never really changing. Every inch disappears, merging with the sky above you – a consistent reminder that you are infinitesimal. Muscles burn in the Stagnant created by their movement, they scream for relief; maybe the clouded sky will have mercy on you and relinquish some of the pent up pressure in your chest. Or maybe it will turn its presence against you, cooling for a moment before freezing you the next.
There is no give to the running. The memory of Start was lost and the knowledge that...
There is no give to the running. The memory of Start was lost and the knowledge that...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 8:13am
5th Jun 2013 8:13am
The Circle Chant
Almost over…
Almost done…
I keep racing forward
as though there’s something to be won
Almost over…
Almost done…
running in circles,
waiting for the dying of the sun
Almost over…
Almost done…
refusing to acknowledge
this end has just begun
Almost over…
Almost done…
Almost over…
Almost done…
The star just to my right
is my oblivion,
the crowding in my head
hauntings of comparisons.
I’m overrun
I’m outdone,
these tendons barely hold together
this skeleton
Almost over…...
Almost done…
I keep racing forward
as though there’s something to be won
Almost over…
Almost done…
running in circles,
waiting for the dying of the sun
Almost over…
Almost done…
refusing to acknowledge
this end has just begun
Almost over…
Almost done…
Almost over…
Almost done…
The star just to my right
is my oblivion,
the crowding in my head
hauntings of comparisons.
I’m overrun
I’m outdone,
these tendons barely hold together
this skeleton
Almost over…...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2013 9:45pm
31st May 2013 9:45pm
Pixie Dust Belief
The stars told me
to hold my breath
that pixie dust is little more than time
I could never have.
Too bad I stocked up on it
wished on it…
waiting for belief to
carry me away up to the heavens
now denying me entrance.
The rain told me
I was a thief
that I had stolen the essences of itself
and trapped it in the brown of my eye
taking its presence and mocking it.
It claimed cleansing
I turned it to rivers of disillusion.
I began to stumble on dreams
grasping empty air that acted solid - ...
to hold my breath
that pixie dust is little more than time
I could never have.
Too bad I stocked up on it
wished on it…
waiting for belief to
carry me away up to the heavens
now denying me entrance.
The rain told me
I was a thief
that I had stolen the essences of itself
and trapped it in the brown of my eye
taking its presence and mocking it.
It claimed cleansing
I turned it to rivers of disillusion.
I began to stumble on dreams
grasping empty air that acted solid - ...
770 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th May 2013 5:44pm
14th May 2013 5:44pm
To Be As We Are
Why am I what I am?’
What a question, an unanswerable query that dips and feints at any advance that one may put forth in the hopes of an answer. And more often than not, we demand that answer. We direct our steps in the rhythm to the chanting question, ordering the world to deliver the mind from beneath the weighted oppression of the confusion. ‘Why’ is the biggest blinder. We expect there to be an answer behind it, expecting because it is a question that there will be a resolution to it. We never stop to admire that it just is. It is what it is. Not why is it what it is. Yet we...
What a question, an unanswerable query that dips and feints at any advance that one may put forth in the hopes of an answer. And more often than not, we demand that answer. We direct our steps in the rhythm to the chanting question, ordering the world to deliver the mind from beneath the weighted oppression of the confusion. ‘Why’ is the biggest blinder. We expect there to be an answer behind it, expecting because it is a question that there will be a resolution to it. We never stop to admire that it just is. It is what it is. Not why is it what it is. Yet we...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2013 5:09am
24th Apr 2013 5:09am
To Be a Compass Rose
I had followed the compass
In the wrong direction.
When it stopped and asked me
For my destination,
I knew I had led
Instead of followed
And I was now lost
In the ideals constructed
By pain and distrust.
There were questions
That the compass refused to answer
Times in space that dictated
Only memory,
Allowing me the needle
But refusing me the map needed to direct it.
My north spun out,
Directing me only to that moment in bed
When dark had chased away the light
And a voice not belonging in the...
In the wrong direction.
When it stopped and asked me
For my destination,
I knew I had led
Instead of followed
And I was now lost
In the ideals constructed
By pain and distrust.
There were questions
That the compass refused to answer
Times in space that dictated
Only memory,
Allowing me the needle
But refusing me the map needed to direct it.
My north spun out,
Directing me only to that moment in bed
When dark had chased away the light
And a voice not belonging in the...
1291 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2013 3:11am
24th Apr 2013 3:11am
Muses
Muses!
Please, don’t leave me now
When I’ve just caught glimpse,
You’ve just been found
Muses!
Please come back
Show me the picture
My imagination lacks
I know you’re right there
Creeping along
Refusing to still,
To sing me your song
Why must you thrive
On the pain of my soul,
Can’t you come play
Without demanding a toll?
Muses! Come out,
Don’t hide from me,
I only want to share
What you lent me to see.
Please, don’t leave me now
When I’ve just caught glimpse,
You’ve just been found
Muses!
Please come back
Show me the picture
My imagination lacks
I know you’re right there
Creeping along
Refusing to still,
To sing me your song
Why must you thrive
On the pain of my soul,
Can’t you come play
Without demanding a toll?
Muses! Come out,
Don’t hide from me,
I only want to share
What you lent me to see.
850 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 6:32pm
23rd Apr 2013 6:32pm
Gravitational Freedom
Why is it,
That with gravity
Comes the recognition of
Pain?
Was it the pull
That dominated the knowledge,
The attempts at defiance
That propagated definition?
Does correction,
Reflection,
Understanding -
Do they come
With ideas about it?
Do they know of the pieces
It longs to claim,
Observe in some far place of their existence
That the fall can lead only to break
That what rises will (must) also fall?
So then why do we stand
On the highest point
Tempt the repercussions
Of...
That with gravity
Comes the recognition of
Pain?
Was it the pull
That dominated the knowledge,
The attempts at defiance
That propagated definition?
Does correction,
Reflection,
Understanding -
Do they come
With ideas about it?
Do they know of the pieces
It longs to claim,
Observe in some far place of their existence
That the fall can lead only to break
That what rises will (must) also fall?
So then why do we stand
On the highest point
Tempt the repercussions
Of...
765 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 8:16am
23rd Apr 2013 8:16am
To That Future
Hi,
It’s the only thing I can think to say
The only thing that won’t give me away
That one day I will love you
I will crave you
I will fight for you
My future, I’ll say
Will you take my heartbeat
Put it in your pocket
Like a watch on a chain?
And know that when loneliness
Begins to creep
You need only to pull it out
And watch it beat.
It will flutter at the notion
Stutter at your touch,
Promise with its motion
That no one has loved you as much.
Beloved, I will ask,
Will you hold my hand
Tuck it...
It’s the only thing I can think to say
The only thing that won’t give me away
That one day I will love you
I will crave you
I will fight for you
My future, I’ll say
Will you take my heartbeat
Put it in your pocket
Like a watch on a chain?
And know that when loneliness
Begins to creep
You need only to pull it out
And watch it beat.
It will flutter at the notion
Stutter at your touch,
Promise with its motion
That no one has loved you as much.
Beloved, I will ask,
Will you hold my hand
Tuck it...
899 reads
10 Comments
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