Submissions by LoveMinusZero
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A young person who sometimes has lots of ideas.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2015 5:24am
12th Jan 2015 5:24am
Formal Nap
Its half past two, I’m back in bed,
the perfect way to rest;
my eyes still crusty, bloodshot red,
this is my Sunday, best.
the perfect way to rest;
my eyes still crusty, bloodshot red,
this is my Sunday, best.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2015 5:23am
12th Jan 2015 5:23am
The Sick Gazelle
Her eyes were transfixed
on the drink I had just bought her;
swollen and red and separate
from the rest of the world.
She said her boyfriend had just moved to Italy
and that she had offered to go with him.
I told her she was pretty
and deserved better.
on the drink I had just bought her;
swollen and red and separate
from the rest of the world.
She said her boyfriend had just moved to Italy
and that she had offered to go with him.
I told her she was pretty
and deserved better.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2014 9:32pm
14th Oct 2014 9:32pm
Contrast
Out of sweat, I swig my beer
and splash another rock;
one last blast of steam to sear
before I splash the dock.
Run then jump and cannonball
into the frigid lake;
climb out like an Elmo doll
that smiles and laughs and shakes.
and splash another rock;
one last blast of steam to sear
before I splash the dock.
Run then jump and cannonball
into the frigid lake;
climb out like an Elmo doll
that smiles and laughs and shakes.
613 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2014 6:20am
20th Aug 2014 6:20am
First Date
I squeezed conversation out
like empty toothpaste;
agonizing over every silence.
Her smile seemed as forced as my words,
and I couldn't make myself look her in the eyes.
The steak was bleeding raw,
and I felt I was the cow
as she made the first cut.
like empty toothpaste;
agonizing over every silence.
Her smile seemed as forced as my words,
and I couldn't make myself look her in the eyes.
The steak was bleeding raw,
and I felt I was the cow
as she made the first cut.
678 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 8:56am
21st Jul 2014 8:56am
Failures
Tired of writing an unending love poem
on the shredded pre-kindling that
fills my recycling bin, I vowed to
become a novelist.
on the shredded pre-kindling that
fills my recycling bin, I vowed to
become a novelist.
616 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 6:14am
16th Jul 2014 6:14am
Beauty
Written for the "Allusion" contest. The first line was taken from "I gave to her my heart" by Arthur, as per the conditions of the contest.
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Her beauty took me
from an hourly motel
in Tucson to the Viennese
waterways of paradise.
Sweat, shame, and distrust
brought me back to an
empty wallet and a
shattered ego.
She didn’t even pretend
to come with me.
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Her beauty took me
from an hourly motel
in Tucson to the Viennese
waterways of paradise.
Sweat, shame, and distrust
brought me back to an
empty wallet and a
shattered ego.
She didn’t even pretend
to come with me.
683 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 6:26am
13th Jul 2014 6:26am
Viewer Discretion
Advisers on our tv screens
are scared of words that bite;
perhaps they’ve never seen a dog
open it’s jaws and fight.
Inspectors in our children’s parks
can’t stand old metal slides;
if little jimmy gets a bump,
he might not learn to hide.
are scared of words that bite;
perhaps they’ve never seen a dog
open it’s jaws and fight.
Inspectors in our children’s parks
can’t stand old metal slides;
if little jimmy gets a bump,
he might not learn to hide.
590 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2014 6:40pm
7th Jul 2014 6:40pm
No Experience
He shattered the pavement
in want of a job,
but poetry wasn’t experience.
in want of a job,
but poetry wasn’t experience.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 4:40pm
19th Jun 2014 4:40pm
KerPlunk
He set the ball atop the hill
and watched it roll back down;
it hit a rock and then a log
then stopped on flatter ground.
He took a drink before the bar
and watched his vision blur;
he bounced around inside his mind
then woke up next to her.
and watched it roll back down;
it hit a rock and then a log
then stopped on flatter ground.
He took a drink before the bar
and watched his vision blur;
he bounced around inside his mind
then woke up next to her.
649 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 1:53am
2nd Jun 2014 1:53am
Arrogance? (No Relation)
I’m working nights with brain-dead oafs
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
624 reads
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