Submissions by MadameLavender
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2020 8:29pm
27th May 2020 8:29pm
Tension
(written for Missy's "Erotica Without the Mess" comp)
Can you read my secret thoughts, the ones
that make my missing pieces, spontaneously
regrow?
They are of you…
and
your
innocently arrogant
ways
of pretending you don’t care
what your scent
does to me.
Perhaps I’ll not care, either
and you’ll see
that I am not unlike you.
I can wait
to see which of us, crumbles
first
in admissions and longings…
the deeper question, is—
can you? ...
Can you read my secret thoughts, the ones
that make my missing pieces, spontaneously
regrow?
They are of you…
and
your
innocently arrogant
ways
of pretending you don’t care
what your scent
does to me.
Perhaps I’ll not care, either
and you’ll see
that I am not unlike you.
I can wait
to see which of us, crumbles
first
in admissions and longings…
the deeper question, is—
can you? ...
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2020 7:24pm
27th May 2020 7:24pm
Behold, My Risk
(written for Webmiss' visual "Risk" comp)
#risk
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2020 9:50pm
24th May 2020 9:50pm
I Wept For The Orchard
Black & white memories
float
to sticky summer days , June
bugs whirring in tall grass.
I never could find them.
They are just ghosts
of a time in snapshots, when
the farmhouse stood, broiling
in the sun.
Pollen mixed
with roses, mixed
with lilacs , mixed
with apple trees—
smells all came at once
while I plucked chestnuts
from the roadside .
Here come the lumber trucks —
run and hide before they see me!
(You could feel their vibrations
before...
float
to sticky summer days , June
bugs whirring in tall grass.
I never could find them.
They are just ghosts
of a time in snapshots, when
the farmhouse stood, broiling
in the sun.
Pollen mixed
with roses, mixed
with lilacs , mixed
with apple trees—
smells all came at once
while I plucked chestnuts
from the roadside .
Here come the lumber trucks —
run and hide before they see me!
(You could feel their vibrations
before...
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 9:53pm
23rd May 2020 9:53pm
Emptying
I wish to be pulled away
like ocean waves, strangely
receding—
that anxious moment before
a tsunami.
I must become the sky—
not just the sky, but
its color,
horrific , bubbling gray-greens
as tornadoes form, slow
motion.
Ah, to stand at crossroads
amid corn fields, waiting
for something ...
to hit me .
I have emptied my grief —
poured
out bucketfuls
of past hurts, regrets.
But,
the longing gnaws, maddeningly
taunting—
(my timetable, against God’s)
...
like ocean waves, strangely
receding—
that anxious moment before
a tsunami.
I must become the sky—
not just the sky, but
its color,
horrific , bubbling gray-greens
as tornadoes form, slow
motion.
Ah, to stand at crossroads
amid corn fields, waiting
for something ...
to hit me .
I have emptied my grief —
poured
out bucketfuls
of past hurts, regrets.
But,
the longing gnaws, maddeningly
taunting—
(my timetable, against God’s)
...
#loneliness
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2020 9:43pm
23rd May 2020 9:43pm
Love, At What Cost?
Could there be tenderness
in my heart
and I just don’t know it?
I peered in its door, and
began to feel hopeful...
with your face
swirling around in there...
Will you just fucking talk to me
already
so I know if you actually give a shit
or not?
I’d like to put my guard back up
if that’s where it belongs .
I cried enough when I was married.
I won’t ever cry that much, again.
in my heart
and I just don’t know it?
I peered in its door, and
began to feel hopeful...
with your face
swirling around in there...
Will you just fucking talk to me
already
so I know if you actually give a shit
or not?
I’d like to put my guard back up
if that’s where it belongs .
I cried enough when I was married.
I won’t ever cry that much, again.
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2020 10:57pm
16th May 2020 10:57pm
List Of Shipwrecks
(written for "Wiki Poems" comp)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_shipwrecks_in_June_1842
“She was on a voyage, and she ran aground…”
Upon the waves, a-crest and oared,
we rowed our boats to foreign shores
and in the days of steam-drove ships,
into the currents, we did slip.
Ahoy and hark—no land’s a-ho;
by way of water, our lives, did go.
With keening keels and disarray,
the cracking masts, they gave away.
We watched and rode the wretched storms
as sideboard planks were...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_shipwrecks_in_June_1842
“She was on a voyage, and she ran aground…”
Upon the waves, a-crest and oared,
we rowed our boats to foreign shores
and in the days of steam-drove ships,
into the currents, we did slip.
Ahoy and hark—no land’s a-ho;
by way of water, our lives, did go.
With keening keels and disarray,
the cracking masts, they gave away.
We watched and rode the wretched storms
as sideboard planks were...
#death
#sea
#redemption
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SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2020 11:50pm
7th May 2020 11:50pm
The Space Between Rails
(Written for Poetcast Project's "Where Do You Bloom?" comp)
I come from dust, and
locomotive steam, belching
from smokestacks.
I am roots
that take hold in sands
between rails, and
ties, rising
up in displays of violet blooms
that sway as trains run by
over—
and over.
(They can’t destroy me…)
I stand still
in these worlds alongside
humanity—
parallel places where Victorians
once dripped their wealth, leaving
remnants of their lace
for me to...
I come from dust, and
locomotive steam, belching
from smokestacks.
I am roots
that take hold in sands
between rails, and
ties, rising
up in displays of violet blooms
that sway as trains run by
over—
and over.
(They can’t destroy me…)
I stand still
in these worlds alongside
humanity—
parallel places where Victorians
once dripped their wealth, leaving
remnants of their lace
for me to...
#identity
#myself
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Apr 2020 5:43pm
19th Apr 2020 5:43pm
In A Burned World
If not for the birds, who
still sing
I would think the world passed away, burned
in a flash-powder second
invisible,
oblivious—
no one saw.
You still sing
but you don’t mean it.
You don’t believe your own words
that come from a place so deep, even
I would gladly dive in.
Your audience leaves, feeling
hopeful,
loved—
I’m not fooled; you enjoy
pain,
the kind that builds you up
to think:
“Maybe I can love, and
be loved….”
…and then uses your own hand
to...
still sing
I would think the world passed away, burned
in a flash-powder second
invisible,
oblivious—
no one saw.
You still sing
but you don’t mean it.
You don’t believe your own words
that come from a place so deep, even
I would gladly dive in.
Your audience leaves, feeling
hopeful,
loved—
I’m not fooled; you enjoy
pain,
the kind that builds you up
to think:
“Maybe I can love, and
be loved….”
…and then uses your own hand
to...
#apocalypse
#FallingInLove
#SelfDiscovery
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2020 8:04pm
9th Apr 2020 8:04pm
Ode To A Car Crash
Ode To A Car Crash
And just like that, life
slivers away;
thoughts, like dragonflies
take to the air, flitting
off
to some unknown realm.
My pen perished
in its inkwell, and
I had no more words, yet
I detoured around the scene,
gawking,
in the unspoken duty of bystander-ism.
(Weren’t we supposed to?)
Ah, stupidity has its crowning moments, and
some think that rules don’t apply to them.
He’s already forgotten
the feel of tires and metal
riding along flesh, but
the...
And just like that, life
slivers away;
thoughts, like dragonflies
take to the air, flitting
off
to some unknown realm.
My pen perished
in its inkwell, and
I had no more words, yet
I detoured around the scene,
gawking,
in the unspoken duty of bystander-ism.
(Weren’t we supposed to?)
Ah, stupidity has its crowning moments, and
some think that rules don’t apply to them.
He’s already forgotten
the feel of tires and metal
riding along flesh, but
the...
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2020 10:21pm
30th Mar 2020 10:21pm
Nevertheless....
(written for Ash's "Sparks in the Dark" comp)
Your face
became the bonfire of humanity, lit up
haggard, haunted—
a look of the hunted
in a split second when traps come down
and there is no where to turn.
Anxious bubbles of
“What if’s…..”
filtered through my thoughts
(my skin)
and I darkly smirked
at the warped practical joke, played
on the world.
Or perhaps….
‘twas a sinister trial run
for a future extinction event, silent
soft and lulling
into societal mind control.
...
Your face
became the bonfire of humanity, lit up
haggard, haunted—
a look of the hunted
in a split second when traps come down
and there is no where to turn.
Anxious bubbles of
“What if’s…..”
filtered through my thoughts
(my skin)
and I darkly smirked
at the warped practical joke, played
on the world.
Or perhaps….
‘twas a sinister trial run
for a future extinction event, silent
soft and lulling
into societal mind control.
...
#hope
#apocalypse
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 11:43pm
23rd Mar 2020 11:43pm
The Dawning
I know not, which
way the sky goes, but
I can touch the sky
now.
Like tears off camels’ backs
my burdens
lie waste
to the sands.
My transparent heart
floods with light
so bright
it hurts—but
some hurts are good.
Death clocks in walls
no longer count down
down
down
to eternity—
How beautiful, the morning.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it—
the slow groanings of Creation
as it lies within earthen walls
and pours
itself with luster, atop ...
way the sky goes, but
I can touch the sky
now.
Like tears off camels’ backs
my burdens
lie waste
to the sands.
My transparent heart
floods with light
so bright
it hurts—but
some hurts are good.
Death clocks in walls
no longer count down
down
down
to eternity—
How beautiful, the morning.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it—
the slow groanings of Creation
as it lies within earthen walls
and pours
itself with luster, atop ...
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2020 11:40pm
23rd Mar 2020 11:40pm
Days In A Teacup
Some extinctions tread lightly—
Armageddons on fragile ice, meant
to feel nothing.
(feel good…)
Silence smirks, we wait
for bombs
that never come, and
one
by
one, we
slide underwater—
(feel good….)
Snowflakes form blankets on
our quiet, little
deaths.
Will you love me,
(feel good…..)
or do I rip out my veins, and
splay
their horror on my teacup walls?
I built this place with my hands
my mind
and my heart feels ready
to let...
Armageddons on fragile ice, meant
to feel nothing.
(feel good…)
Silence smirks, we wait
for bombs
that never come, and
one
by
one, we
slide underwater—
(feel good….)
Snowflakes form blankets on
our quiet, little
deaths.
Will you love me,
(feel good…..)
or do I rip out my veins, and
splay
their horror on my teacup walls?
I built this place with my hands
my mind
and my heart feels ready
to let...
#love
#apocalypse
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