Submissions by Manley_Pointer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Roaming around the planes of neutrality.
SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2020 10:55am
27th Aug 2020 10:55am
Welcome to the insane loop
Waking up and internally twiddling concepts of overcoming
a defeatist complex, while catering to staying defeated,
became commonplace.
"Today's the day where I stop switching on the insane loop",
were thoughts that would cloud my mind.
The insane loop that I had ventured ever so often into,
would trigger whenever I got closer to fixing my problems.
I would look into the mirror, attempting to find a soul
worth living for. Fainting a smile at my pupils,
knowing sadness is what's encapsulating me.
I would plague myself with...
a defeatist complex, while catering to staying defeated,
became commonplace.
"Today's the day where I stop switching on the insane loop",
were thoughts that would cloud my mind.
The insane loop that I had ventured ever so often into,
would trigger whenever I got closer to fixing my problems.
I would look into the mirror, attempting to find a soul
worth living for. Fainting a smile at my pupils,
knowing sadness is what's encapsulating me.
I would plague myself with...
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2019 9:12pm
8th Jul 2019 9:12pm
I wish I was an addict
Sometimes I wish I was an addict
scattered in ongoing traffic attached with a caption of me snappin' my last action,
before cascading in a plastic
coffin,
No more talkin'
No more auctions
I'm tired of my conscience
being convoluted with the nonsense
Always havin' to opt in with no options,
yellow tape wrapped around my fate
became my cape of caution
Welcome to the mirror talkin'
This is my introspection lurkin' with a puropse
seekingta' rearrange what's not workin',
my personal...
scattered in ongoing traffic attached with a caption of me snappin' my last action,
before cascading in a plastic
coffin,
No more talkin'
No more auctions
I'm tired of my conscience
being convoluted with the nonsense
Always havin' to opt in with no options,
yellow tape wrapped around my fate
became my cape of caution
Welcome to the mirror talkin'
This is my introspection lurkin' with a puropse
seekingta' rearrange what's not workin',
my personal...
#rhyming
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Jul 2019 10:00am
8th Jul 2019 10:00am
The Uncovering
The enticing nuances that are gathered while venturing down the roads of introspection are oxidizing, a trinket of empowerment. Charcoal colored walls became his therapist, as he laid there shackled in PTSD. Conversations were lurking into the crevices of his mind. An elated and distorted tone raddled his soul: “I wasn’t meant to have kids. Doctors always told me I couldn’t conceive one. You’re just like your father, I’m surprised you haven’t hit me yet.”
His eyes closed, and a translucent roller-coaster presented itself on tracks made of clouds. There were sixteen seats,...
His eyes closed, and a translucent roller-coaster presented itself on tracks made of clouds. There were sixteen seats,...
#childhood
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2017 9:49am
5th May 2017 9:49am
You're not alone
When you let your misery entrance you, while letting the mirror on the wall become the philosopher of forgotten dreams. Life can be a disastrous carousel of emotions. Worry not, because fear is only as strong as the instructor.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2017 1:03am
20th Mar 2017 1:03am
Cradling The Future
Onyx hair entered my domain,
her mahogany irises
leaped onto me,
tapping my eyelids.
Their form of kissing with eye contact.
I had put my index finger under her chin,
raising her face up to mine,
to match the elegance.
She held my hand,
I held her soul,
her eyes tried to escape the atmosphere.
I entrapped them with my tone.
She shuddered my name.
"I've only been with a few,
but I feel scared in a good way."
My voice undressed her insecurities.
"Let me comatose your anxiety into my...
her mahogany irises
leaped onto me,
tapping my eyelids.
Their form of kissing with eye contact.
I had put my index finger under her chin,
raising her face up to mine,
to match the elegance.
She held my hand,
I held her soul,
her eyes tried to escape the atmosphere.
I entrapped them with my tone.
She shuddered my name.
"I've only been with a few,
but I feel scared in a good way."
My voice undressed her insecurities.
"Let me comatose your anxiety into my...
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 10:44pm
18th Mar 2017 10:44pm
Goddess Of War
She is the goddess of war. Roaming around the cosmos, in her pitch black chariot, with turquoise engulfing flames. A translucent collar governed her neck. Sapphire eyes, like glaciers rested upon her pupils. Bearing charcoal like hair follicles, that seemed so buoyant at times. Lips that could undo any labyrinth's paradigm shift. Hands so gentle, yet wrought meticulous-ness. A voluptuous rear, that slays any normalcy within this atmosphere. I had awoken from a lucid dream, so I had thought... Until I saw this phenomena within my radius begin to grace my eyes with her passionate face. Her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 9:43pm
18th Mar 2017 9:43pm
Imbued Creatonism
Dawn crept its fingers near my windowsill,
I could feel its warmth graze my face.
Grabbed my pocket mirror, accepted the
light into my pupils, my eyes became a philosopher.
I felt plagued with these masculine features.
Born with a small bust, that’s even if it qualifies
to even be in a sentence with the word itself.
Profiles emulating another identity that identifies another.
Even my earlobes are manly.
A chiseled chin, that could sculpt a better me.
Do I not deserve to feel pretty in a feminine perspective?
When I walk...
I could feel its warmth graze my face.
Grabbed my pocket mirror, accepted the
light into my pupils, my eyes became a philosopher.
I felt plagued with these masculine features.
Born with a small bust, that’s even if it qualifies
to even be in a sentence with the word itself.
Profiles emulating another identity that identifies another.
Even my earlobes are manly.
A chiseled chin, that could sculpt a better me.
Do I not deserve to feel pretty in a feminine perspective?
When I walk...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 7:57am
18th Mar 2017 7:57am
Let's run away hand in hand
I want to burrow into your heart like an ostrich.
Never looking back, and holding on as tight as I can.
Your voice is like the hands of a fine pianist,
and my ears are the piano, you’re playing a tune that
is rhythmically surrendering me helpless.
I want to inhale your oxygen and have a part of you inside me,
that helps me function. I want your eyes to blanket me with
their beauty and cast shadow amongst others,
so you become the focal point of my life.
A smile that erects confidence
and cracks the back of...
Never looking back, and holding on as tight as I can.
Your voice is like the hands of a fine pianist,
and my ears are the piano, you’re playing a tune that
is rhythmically surrendering me helpless.
I want to inhale your oxygen and have a part of you inside me,
that helps me function. I want your eyes to blanket me with
their beauty and cast shadow amongst others,
so you become the focal point of my life.
A smile that erects confidence
and cracks the back of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 7:52am
18th Mar 2017 7:52am
Tasting a new, and killing the old
Uncapped her insecurities with my teeth,
loosened her shirt with my crimson lips.
I stared blankly into her pupils,
having my presence dress her in provocative decorum.
She attempted to speak,
my fingertips dismissed its liveliness.
My breath trickles down her neck,
exploring her spinal cord.
My tongue collected the goosebumps
that flickered onto my canvas.
I felt her body convulsing,
at the thought of being touched even further,
"R e l a x, I own you".
Her eyes wrought nervousness,
my hands...
loosened her shirt with my crimson lips.
I stared blankly into her pupils,
having my presence dress her in provocative decorum.
She attempted to speak,
my fingertips dismissed its liveliness.
My breath trickles down her neck,
exploring her spinal cord.
My tongue collected the goosebumps
that flickered onto my canvas.
I felt her body convulsing,
at the thought of being touched even further,
"R e l a x, I own you".
Her eyes wrought nervousness,
my hands...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2017 9:38am
17th Mar 2017 9:38am
Enter our first, and our last
Emerald irises began to undress my clothes,
dressing me in temptatious decorum.
An alluring scent was dancing on my nose,
this is what ecstasy would smell like,
limitless euphoria.
Our fingers locked,
as our nightmares of abandonment
shuttered into the distance.
Our pulses became our own hidden language.
Insecurities trickle away as my lips massaged
her spine.
Feeling her torso tense up,
as my fingertips caressed it.
Sliding my tongue up and down her stomach,
collecting our sweat, and...
dressing me in temptatious decorum.
An alluring scent was dancing on my nose,
this is what ecstasy would smell like,
limitless euphoria.
Our fingers locked,
as our nightmares of abandonment
shuttered into the distance.
Our pulses became our own hidden language.
Insecurities trickle away as my lips massaged
her spine.
Feeling her torso tense up,
as my fingertips caressed it.
Sliding my tongue up and down her stomach,
collecting our sweat, and...
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Dec 2016 4:24am
16th Dec 2016 4:24am
Death Of A Nation
A baby blue sky,
that could dress anyone
in the richest hues of blue,
was splattered with the ink
of animosity.
Angels beckoning for life,
as their wings became tattered kites
plummeting their last agonizing function.
I skipped on their bodies,
like hop scotch,
"1, 2, 3, 4,
how many victims will
forevermore become the
core of the corridors of hell."
One of the bodies managed to scrape up
what little bit of life it had left,
just to bellow out in anguish,
as I stepped on it's head.
...
that could dress anyone
in the richest hues of blue,
was splattered with the ink
of animosity.
Angels beckoning for life,
as their wings became tattered kites
plummeting their last agonizing function.
I skipped on their bodies,
like hop scotch,
"1, 2, 3, 4,
how many victims will
forevermore become the
core of the corridors of hell."
One of the bodies managed to scrape up
what little bit of life it had left,
just to bellow out in anguish,
as I stepped on it's head.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2016 6:36am
8th Dec 2016 6:36am
Our bodies, life's script
A stainless steel pan,
was placed upon the stove.
Four eggs to be cracked,
four pieces of bacon to be laid,
onto olive oil ciabatta bread,
which became our ritual in the morning;
afterwords, our daily routine began.
Two toothbrushes soaked in mutual
love was pressed upon each brush,
cleansing our teeth,
as we shared the mirror of
unity.
We began to put our clothes on,
turquoise pin stripped slacks,
black sweater vest, white dress shirt ...
was placed upon the stove.
Four eggs to be cracked,
four pieces of bacon to be laid,
onto olive oil ciabatta bread,
which became our ritual in the morning;
afterwords, our daily routine began.
Two toothbrushes soaked in mutual
love was pressed upon each brush,
cleansing our teeth,
as we shared the mirror of
unity.
We began to put our clothes on,
turquoise pin stripped slacks,
black sweater vest, white dress shirt ...
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