Submissions by Lozzamus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I compare poetry to painting, believing that I lack any drawing/painting skills but believing my imagination and training in writing has enabled me to transfer my love of visual art to the written word
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 9:01pm
23rd Aug 2019 9:01pm
Rage And Provocation
a flash of light at the corner of his vision
something snaps
chest tightens, mouth dry
out of control
raw anger flooding his body
strength he didn’t know he had
his ears ring
he lunges forward determined to punish
too late
something snaps
chest tightens, mouth dry
out of control
raw anger flooding his body
strength he didn’t know he had
his ears ring
he lunges forward determined to punish
too late
#LifeStruggles
#bullying
17 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Aug 2019 8:06pm
17th Aug 2019 8:06pm
Memories
The memories started to trickle back. She tasted the Cornish sea air, fresh and salty, and saw the white cottage on the narrow, twisting hill where they'd lived when she was four. Metal railings fishing boats. In the quay below, seagulls were bleating.
Next, she saw an untidy garden in Devon. Branches swayed in the wind and autumn leaves covered the ground. Taking her by the hand, Mother led her through clumps of damp earth and sat her by the pond to tell her they were moving again. To Dorset, this time.
'But it will be different, I promise you,' Mother said....
Next, she saw an untidy garden in Devon. Branches swayed in the wind and autumn leaves covered the ground. Taking her by the hand, Mother led her through clumps of damp earth and sat her by the pond to tell her they were moving again. To Dorset, this time.
'But it will be different, I promise you,' Mother said....
#loneliness
#childhood
#family
29 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Aug 2019 9:24pm
14th Aug 2019 9:24pm
The Lonely Sunset
She hadn't been back to Dorset since leaving there, but the images remained fresh in her mind. Once again, she tasted the salt of the sea air as she and Father stood arm in arm, watching the waves splash against the shore. Ahead of them, a coat of red tinged the horizon, promising a warm start in the morning. Another day was drawing to a close. What would the next day bring?
Father was quiet, sighing. He sighed often these days; so often, she wondered if he regretted joining the group.
He stirred. 'Your friend's here.'
A red setter dashed towards...
Father was quiet, sighing. He sighed often these days; so often, she wondered if he regretted joining the group.
He stirred. 'Your friend's here.'
A red setter dashed towards...
#sadness
#childhood
#memories
47 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2019 9:17pm
10th Aug 2019 9:17pm
The Decline Of Summer
The end of July, and dusk falls sooner
evening shadows settle as August passes
whispers that life is speeding by
another evening
lights on indoors, muggy temperatures
drinkers sit around a patio after the sun has set
enjoying a meal, drinking wine
six weeks remain of summer
evening shadows settle as August passes
whispers that life is speeding by
another evening
lights on indoors, muggy temperatures
drinkers sit around a patio after the sun has set
enjoying a meal, drinking wine
six weeks remain of summer
#anxiety
#night
26 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2019 8:55pm
3rd Aug 2019 8:55pm
Bonfire Night
Fireworks, like a marching drumbeat
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling
Filling the sky with bright colours
Pink
Purple
Sounds
A cannon
A waterfall
A display of lightning and thunder
And then stillness
Midnight
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling
Filling the sky with bright colours
Pink
Purple
Sounds
A cannon
A waterfall
A display of lightning and thunder
And then stillness
Midnight
#winter
#night
31 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Jul 2019 8:45pm
27th Jul 2019 8:45pm
Lonely Reflections
Nights are bad, some worse than others. Tonight, she can't sleep. She longs for the summer, for the stillness of remote countryside, for the court case to end and the media interest to cease. Tomorrow, she will appear as a witness for the Prosecution.
The wind enters the bedroom through a crack in the windowsill, wintry like ice, freezing her hands and toes. Outside, a sprinkling of rain has turned to snow, grey and cheerless like the February sky.
Tonight, she keeps seeing it: the dark echoing space of the abandoned warehouse, the outline of soggy boxes visible only...
The wind enters the bedroom through a crack in the windowsill, wintry like ice, freezing her hands and toes. Outside, a sprinkling of rain has turned to snow, grey and cheerless like the February sky.
Tonight, she keeps seeing it: the dark echoing space of the abandoned warehouse, the outline of soggy boxes visible only...
#childhood
#scary
#memories
54 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2019 7:30pm
23rd Jul 2019 7:30pm
The Hungarian Dance
A stately opening
The Court gathers
A violin plays
Cantor’s lament
Harmonic minor
Souls that long
Dreamers, seers
Invisible tears
The music switches
Slow to quick
The Court dances
The end
Next dance, please
The Court gathers
A violin plays
Cantor’s lament
Harmonic minor
Souls that long
Dreamers, seers
Invisible tears
The music switches
Slow to quick
The Court dances
The end
Next dance, please
#music
#dance
30 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2019 9:38pm
18th Jul 2019 9:38pm
The Conveyor Belt And The Mind
Thoughts pass along a conveyor belt
Restless, unending
Important thoughts, things to do
Nagging worries
Insignificant conversations from the past
Imaginary hurts, unresolved conflicts
Even during sleep, the thoughts continue
Taking on a life of their own
Scenarios that don’t always make sense
Fiction and fact blending
Restless, unending
Important thoughts, things to do
Nagging worries
Insignificant conversations from the past
Imaginary hurts, unresolved conflicts
Even during sleep, the thoughts continue
Taking on a life of their own
Scenarios that don’t always make sense
Fiction and fact blending
#anxiety
34 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 10:19pm
12th Jul 2019 10:19pm
When Thoughts Are Enough
a man and a woman walk through sand dunes
alone, with the whisper of the sea nearby
companions, neither speaking
the evening sun settles on the water, a mysterious glow,
a dying fire painting the sky scarlet and magenta
the couple reach a footpath and walk back to the town,
silent still
another summer day
alone, with the whisper of the sea nearby
companions, neither speaking
the evening sun settles on the water, a mysterious glow,
a dying fire painting the sky scarlet and magenta
the couple reach a footpath and walk back to the town,
silent still
another summer day
#love
#beach
#nature
35 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jul 2019 10:36pm
9th Jul 2019 10:36pm
All In My Head, Blood Poisoning And Delirium (True Life)
All details imagined due to dangerously high temperature:
I'm not dying - but I've done something terrible. Now I must spend the next ten years in a secure psychiatric Unit seventy miles away from London. I don't know where the Unit is exactly or who the staff are.
I keep searching for the staff but can only find a couple of them. It's strange how the security guard looks like the man who lives above my flat in Palmers Green. Also, the hospital grounds look strangely familiar too almost like the London North Circular. Yet, I'm seventy miles away from London.
...
I'm not dying - but I've done something terrible. Now I must spend the next ten years in a secure psychiatric Unit seventy miles away from London. I don't know where the Unit is exactly or who the staff are.
I keep searching for the staff but can only find a couple of them. It's strange how the security guard looks like the man who lives above my flat in Palmers Green. Also, the hospital grounds look strangely familiar too almost like the London North Circular. Yet, I'm seventy miles away from London.
...
#illness
36 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2019 9:11pm
3rd Jul 2019 9:11pm
Sunset In Highgate Wood
streams of sunlight rest in the trees
peeping out from behind ancient branches
a mysterious glow that paints the grass
before ebbing away
a summer mist
another sunset
peeping out from behind ancient branches
a mysterious glow that paints the grass
before ebbing away
a summer mist
another sunset
#silence
#nature
46 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2019 9:47pm
28th Jun 2019 9:47pm
Twilight
fading sounds
the tide retreats
a lull in the distance
the shore is empty
shells along the sand
each alone
a few broken
an evening breeze
the temperature drops
the sun sets
night
silence
the tide retreats
a lull in the distance
the shore is empty
shells along the sand
each alone
a few broken
an evening breeze
the temperature drops
the sun sets
night
silence
#sea
#nature
75 reads
7 Comments
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