Submissions by MGC (7he)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
An air of defiance
Struggle is the trigger of lofty
goals, the cusp and form of vivid
dreams.
goals, the cusp and form of vivid
dreams.
584 reads
2 Comments
Eggja (Kids Playing With Toys)
Go, flow fall, they knocked it
In, on, around; as far as;
For a while until it broke.
In, on, around; as far as;
For a while until it broke.
535 reads
1 Comment
Red Tape
i should be
writing, but
i don't feel
like trying
so i'll scribble
a few lines
and trust
you'll look
the other way.
writing, but
i don't feel
like trying
so i'll scribble
a few lines
and trust
you'll look
the other way.
543 reads
1 Comment
Psycho Confabulation
Tortured by movement
A needle stuck in a groove
I can't hear myself think
A needle stuck in a groove
I can't hear myself think
564 reads
1 Comment
Step Into Your Own Importance
Strained face silence,
Artificial smile
Over and above
Turn the corner
On the other side of
Away from...
Don't shut yourself away.
Artificial smile
Over and above
Turn the corner
On the other side of
Away from...
Don't shut yourself away.
568 reads
1 Comment
you will never amount to anything
he found himself backed into a corner
her words stuck in his mind
hunting and pecking
he types his last line
her words stuck in his mind
hunting and pecking
he types his last line
533 reads
2 Comments
Stuck In First Person
Ongoing daze,
Everyone is running
I think we're lost.
Everyone is running
I think we're lost.
565 reads
1 Comment
f**k Your Rules
617 reads
1 Comment
Muddy Eyes That Shadow
Open eyes
(Muddy)
Stare at the ceiling
(Dream)
Convince yourself that today
is somehow going to be different
Close your eyes
(Dream)
Toss and turn and piss the day away
(Muddy)
Stare at the ceiling
(Dream)
Convince yourself that today
is somehow going to be different
Close your eyes
(Dream)
Toss and turn and piss the day away
516 reads
0 Comments
Receipt
"My shit smells like shit"
Hmmm... And this whole time I thought I was special.
Hmmm... And this whole time I thought I was special.
547 reads
2 Comments
The Reality Of Two
The loss of face; the desolation
Of bloom smoothing into being;
The splintered man and his fall.
That tinging and marred guise
The reflection of trenchant mind
Shines upon his abstraction.
Of bloom smoothing into being;
The splintered man and his fall.
That tinging and marred guise
The reflection of trenchant mind
Shines upon his abstraction.
521 reads
0 Comments
The Bad Weather Of Your Own Consciousness
Upright in the covert-gray, sheltered and impartial;
Paling where the silent-thoughts rebel.
Paling where the silent-thoughts rebel.
507 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by MGC (7he)