Submissions by MBA-MedBrnAsian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2015 3:47pm
15th Sep 2015 3:47pm
Love story
I want to write a love story. It will have all the essential elements of a good book.
Part trashy romance novel, part philosophy, at least fifty shades of passion and poetry... lots of poetry.
Of course, I'll tell of first glances, first kisses, holding hands, and a thousand soft touches.
I wanna weave a tapestry of beauty and enraptured ecstasy that makes you believe that it could happen to anyone because serendipity is like that and if we can't believe that much, then why do we even bother?
We could hike in the woods and run through meadows, take naps in the sun and...
Part trashy romance novel, part philosophy, at least fifty shades of passion and poetry... lots of poetry.
Of course, I'll tell of first glances, first kisses, holding hands, and a thousand soft touches.
I wanna weave a tapestry of beauty and enraptured ecstasy that makes you believe that it could happen to anyone because serendipity is like that and if we can't believe that much, then why do we even bother?
We could hike in the woods and run through meadows, take naps in the sun and...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2014 7:05am
17th Sep 2014 7:05am
Beautiful
Beautiful
I could say so many things about beauty.
I could tell you of the sunset then explain the laws of physics that create all those colors
There are roses and posies and daisies and things with so many beautiful colors
But the purpose of their attractiveness is to facilitate pollination and we as humans are merely voyeurs of the nature of birds and bees.
Music can be beautiful too,
But it only turns from a cacophony of noise into something beautiful when a particular collision of sound frequencies create harmony in our ears.
A beautiful poem is much...
I could say so many things about beauty.
I could tell you of the sunset then explain the laws of physics that create all those colors
There are roses and posies and daisies and things with so many beautiful colors
But the purpose of their attractiveness is to facilitate pollination and we as humans are merely voyeurs of the nature of birds and bees.
Music can be beautiful too,
But it only turns from a cacophony of noise into something beautiful when a particular collision of sound frequencies create harmony in our ears.
A beautiful poem is much...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 5:09am
31st Jan 2014 5:09am
Self Portrait
He stands at his easel,
paintbrush in hand.
He draws a deep breath.
He knows he can do this.
He is an artist.
Years getting the best paints,
Only the best hand made brushes.
The perfect canvas made just for this portrait.
THIS...would be his masterpiece.
Checking his mirror,
Loading his brush,
The painter begins
Smooth sweeping strokes of a steady hand,
Perfect rendition of what he wishes he saw in his mirror,
Intense focus channelled through every fiber to the tip of his brush,
Vision begins to take form. ...
paintbrush in hand.
He draws a deep breath.
He knows he can do this.
He is an artist.
Years getting the best paints,
Only the best hand made brushes.
The perfect canvas made just for this portrait.
THIS...would be his masterpiece.
Checking his mirror,
Loading his brush,
The painter begins
Smooth sweeping strokes of a steady hand,
Perfect rendition of what he wishes he saw in his mirror,
Intense focus channelled through every fiber to the tip of his brush,
Vision begins to take form. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2013 3:06pm
4th Dec 2013 3:06pm
Hope Transfused
For Kellee
We grew up immortal.
Never a moment or mention of the hard road, the pieces that'd get broken, the things that just might never heal.
Yeah maybe there were hard times and maybe there were sad times and yeah we felt some pain,
but we knew... We ALWAYS knew...
That tomorrow would be better and it was.
We had dancing and prayers,
Braces and stares,
"I love you"s and "I care"s
trying to grow up and out just hoping to connect with someone who mattered,
Searching for all the things to fulfill our lives so we'd know that WE...
We grew up immortal.
Never a moment or mention of the hard road, the pieces that'd get broken, the things that just might never heal.
Yeah maybe there were hard times and maybe there were sad times and yeah we felt some pain,
but we knew... We ALWAYS knew...
That tomorrow would be better and it was.
We had dancing and prayers,
Braces and stares,
"I love you"s and "I care"s
trying to grow up and out just hoping to connect with someone who mattered,
Searching for all the things to fulfill our lives so we'd know that WE...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2013 12:36pm
25th May 2013 12:36pm
Forever found
As I starve for one more morsel from your table,
always committed,
always keeping that promise.
I swore I'd always be there for you.
You've given me nothing to hold
No food for my soul
No stone for my soup
And yet I remain.
I'll keep my promise though
Until my soul withers and dies
Until my bones are bleached in this desert
Until my last breath and my last thought are of you
Because I said so
And when I'm gone
When only a memory remains
You'll know
You'll understand finally
That it was real
And that we did in fact...
always committed,
always keeping that promise.
I swore I'd always be there for you.
You've given me nothing to hold
No food for my soul
No stone for my soup
And yet I remain.
I'll keep my promise though
Until my soul withers and dies
Until my bones are bleached in this desert
Until my last breath and my last thought are of you
Because I said so
And when I'm gone
When only a memory remains
You'll know
You'll understand finally
That it was real
And that we did in fact...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2013 4:12am
19th May 2013 4:12am
The void
Science teaches us that nature abhors a vacuum.
MY nature ADORES this vacuum because amid the angst of missing her, every breath reminds me of her scent.
The silence reminds me of her voice.
The cold reminds me of her warm embrace.
Darkness brings her smile,
And my empty calloused hands can still feel her touch.
She is my everything and my nothingness brings her back to me.
Like a shadow cast on the wall, I see her perfect silhouette.
Into that void I pour my memories and my heart and cast her likeness for me to hold.
God I miss her.
MY nature ADORES this vacuum because amid the angst of missing her, every breath reminds me of her scent.
The silence reminds me of her voice.
The cold reminds me of her warm embrace.
Darkness brings her smile,
And my empty calloused hands can still feel her touch.
She is my everything and my nothingness brings her back to me.
Like a shadow cast on the wall, I see her perfect silhouette.
Into that void I pour my memories and my heart and cast her likeness for me to hold.
God I miss her.
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ANGER POEM
Published
17th May 2013 4:24am
17th May 2013 4:24am
Why won't you LISTEN?!
I have this friend
He used to laugh SO HARD that milk would come out of his nose...even when he wasn't drinking any milk.
He used to joke about everything.
He used to do a lot of things.
You know how sometimes,
Sometimes there are things,
usually the things that bug the shit out of you, that your friends keep doing even though you tell them to stop?
Like leaving a mess or blowing his paycheck on payday
Or maybe making fun of you in front of a pretty girl
Or like when he acts stupid in front of the other folks you're trying...
He used to laugh SO HARD that milk would come out of his nose...even when he wasn't drinking any milk.
He used to joke about everything.
He used to do a lot of things.
You know how sometimes,
Sometimes there are things,
usually the things that bug the shit out of you, that your friends keep doing even though you tell them to stop?
Like leaving a mess or blowing his paycheck on payday
Or maybe making fun of you in front of a pretty girl
Or like when he acts stupid in front of the other folks you're trying...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2013 3:13am
16th May 2013 3:13am
The One
The One
There WAS one once.
When I was little, I dreamed of her.
Oh I never knew her name or her features, but I dreamed her just the same.
She was kind, and sweet.
She carried herself and my heart with such grace that I knew we would love like no other.
And then
Well then I let her go.
She left my consciousness so that I could try to make another become her.
I grew weary and doubtful that she could actually exist for me.
I forgot her smile, her laugh, her tender touch.
I abandoned the hope that she brought; the heart healing too.
I...
There WAS one once.
When I was little, I dreamed of her.
Oh I never knew her name or her features, but I dreamed her just the same.
She was kind, and sweet.
She carried herself and my heart with such grace that I knew we would love like no other.
And then
Well then I let her go.
She left my consciousness so that I could try to make another become her.
I grew weary and doubtful that she could actually exist for me.
I forgot her smile, her laugh, her tender touch.
I abandoned the hope that she brought; the heart healing too.
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2013 6:54am
15th May 2013 6:54am
Nothing
Nothing
What do you do when your truth becomes a sad joke?
When it seems like everything you do...
Or did,
Was all for nothing because it's over now
When everything you thought since the birth of it all
Is now under a looking glass being dissected, torn apart... Left in pieces on a slide
Don't you ACT like you don't know what I'm talkin about.
Don't try to tell me you don't pick shit apart too
As if by examining and re-examining just a little bit closer you might be able to finally make sense of something so senseless.
I mean, how can you...
What do you do when your truth becomes a sad joke?
When it seems like everything you do...
Or did,
Was all for nothing because it's over now
When everything you thought since the birth of it all
Is now under a looking glass being dissected, torn apart... Left in pieces on a slide
Don't you ACT like you don't know what I'm talkin about.
Don't try to tell me you don't pick shit apart too
As if by examining and re-examining just a little bit closer you might be able to finally make sense of something so senseless.
I mean, how can you...
784 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2013 8:49am
5th May 2013 8:49am
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
I say her name.
Sometimes it's just a soothing sound or a tender call.
It can be a tympani that pounds in my chest or maybe a gentle haunting refrain of that unfinished love song.
More often than not though it is a breathy sigh like tendrils of incense that waft softly to soothe my weary heart.
I say it again and suddenly I feel her embrace and I am warm.
Once more and the softness of her hair glides between my fingers.
And again so I can smell her sweetness.
I close my eyes and say it again. Now I see the beauty in her eyes. ...
I say her name.
Sometimes it's just a soothing sound or a tender call.
It can be a tympani that pounds in my chest or maybe a gentle haunting refrain of that unfinished love song.
More often than not though it is a breathy sigh like tendrils of incense that waft softly to soothe my weary heart.
I say it again and suddenly I feel her embrace and I am warm.
Once more and the softness of her hair glides between my fingers.
And again so I can smell her sweetness.
I close my eyes and say it again. Now I see the beauty in her eyes. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 9:40pm
22nd Apr 2013 9:40pm
Roses are red...
Roses are red...
Like the blood in my veins
That courses through me carrying life and love and hope and dreams and desire and passion and all the things I could share if anyone ever took the time to really know me.
See I know I'm a good man and I've got something nobody else has, me.
Truth is, I got so much me that most times I'm SCREAMIN to get outta my damn self.
There's enough there to fuel an asylum and create whole worlds
..or choke a mule
But all I want is for you to see me now
And I'm praying you'll know me somehow
And I'm dreaming of the...
Like the blood in my veins
That courses through me carrying life and love and hope and dreams and desire and passion and all the things I could share if anyone ever took the time to really know me.
See I know I'm a good man and I've got something nobody else has, me.
Truth is, I got so much me that most times I'm SCREAMIN to get outta my damn self.
There's enough there to fuel an asylum and create whole worlds
..or choke a mule
But all I want is for you to see me now
And I'm praying you'll know me somehow
And I'm dreaming of the...
1076 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 12:13pm
22nd Apr 2013 12:13pm
A.D.D. - For Zach
A.D.D.
He awakens to a troubled mind.
Troubled by the things he will face today.
Troubled by the ones who judge him not by his actions or his intellect or his ability, but by the difference between him and everyone he is not
Troubled by the struggle he believes is his alone.
He sighs.
He rolls out of bed, his direction as unsteady as his gait as he makes his way to the shower.
Oh The shower.
Who knew that a young man, a boy to me, could actually take 45 minutes to wash every single one of his "Lever 2000" body...
He awakens to a troubled mind.
Troubled by the things he will face today.
Troubled by the ones who judge him not by his actions or his intellect or his ability, but by the difference between him and everyone he is not
Troubled by the struggle he believes is his alone.
He sighs.
He rolls out of bed, his direction as unsteady as his gait as he makes his way to the shower.
Oh The shower.
Who knew that a young man, a boy to me, could actually take 45 minutes to wash every single one of his "Lever 2000" body...
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