Submissions by MGC (7he)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Illusion Of Perception
Embracing the cross of possibility with his clout his mask.
Mind in the webbed cradle
He captivates the sky with slumbering masses
Mind in the webbed cradle
He captivates the sky with slumbering masses
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The Life Of The Mind
The wind swayed the trees
The birds were silent
Fall leaves drift
The birds were silent
Fall leaves drift
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The Light Is Faint At The Moment
An open window shade
The morning was slipping away
His mind he crawled
The morning was slipping away
His mind he crawled
505 reads
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Embodying Ideas
Her mind was whirling
She swallowed hard and nodded
A pliant young tree
She swallowed hard and nodded
A pliant young tree
543 reads
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Public Theater
i that pattern
the matter of contemplation
never more has the illusion been so complete
the matter of contemplation
never more has the illusion been so complete
484 reads
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Rising From A Sitting Posture
Lifeless figure stir
Eyes lifted toward the sun
Extend / lost in thought
Eyes lifted toward the sun
Extend / lost in thought
542 reads
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Uneven Blue
I'm an artist
(I paint lies)
And tonight you belong to truth
No body just unhinged eyes
(I paint lies)
And tonight you belong to truth
No body just unhinged eyes
519 reads
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Well? Maybe? Possibly?
First I looked, and I saw...
Then I considered, and I believed...
Then I considered, and I believed...
513 reads
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July 20, 2014 - ANXIETY
July 20, 2014 - ANXIETY
PARADING THOUGH THE NEIGHBORHOODS OF MIND:
The Panic. The worry. I’m sweating. I’m dizzy.
Pounding heart. Upset stomach. Shortness of breath.
I’m overwhelmed.
The floor feels like it’s moving.
There’s no reason for this tingling.
Hands, feet, legs, arms, head, mouth, chest and groin.
Am I going crazy? I need to find the nearest exist.
“Stuck”, trapped in my mind. On the edge of a nervous breakdown.
PARADING THOUGH THE NEIGHBORHOODS OF MIND:
The Panic. The worry. I’m sweating. I’m dizzy.
Pounding heart. Upset stomach. Shortness of breath.
I’m overwhelmed.
The floor feels like it’s moving.
There’s no reason for this tingling.
Hands, feet, legs, arms, head, mouth, chest and groin.
Am I going crazy? I need to find the nearest exist.
“Stuck”, trapped in my mind. On the edge of a nervous breakdown.
506 reads
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The Reality Of Dawn
A mouthful of morning-
Warmth,
Bygone days.
Shining-
With
Brilliance
And grace
And shade.
Warmth,
Bygone days.
Shining-
With
Brilliance
And grace
And shade.
494 reads
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Maschera
Blanket convocations
Clouded by stormy gray
Lay bare, uncover
Her shriveled flea-bitten face.
... Panic circles like wasted time
Delirious and bare her skin is overlay.
Clouded by stormy gray
Lay bare, uncover
Her shriveled flea-bitten face.
... Panic circles like wasted time
Delirious and bare her skin is overlay.
594 reads
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Sheepishly Wolfish Grin
As is the world broad,
I am flattened by the view of Rome.
I am flattened by the view of Rome.
573 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by MGC (7he)