Submissions by MilkyJoe (Milky)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I get drunk and spew out a bunch of nonsense.
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2020 6:22am
13th Mar 2020 6:22am
Endlessly Her
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When we pulled into each other
With that sudden desperation
Losing every thought and everything
When we melted into place
I found a truth
In a world where no truth should be
I could not
I cannot
And I would not
Seek to find solution
To what lasts and lingers
In and out through all lifetimes
I want to fight and find you
I want only you and for you to be
A part of not only of my today and tomorrow
But stamped upon every last part
And all the scattered pieces
Of myself
Of my eternity ...
When we pulled into each other
With that sudden desperation
Losing every thought and everything
When we melted into place
I found a truth
In a world where no truth should be
I could not
I cannot
And I would not
Seek to find solution
To what lasts and lingers
In and out through all lifetimes
I want to fight and find you
I want only you and for you to be
A part of not only of my today and tomorrow
But stamped upon every last part
And all the scattered pieces
Of myself
Of my eternity ...
#love
#lust
#passion
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 1:41pm
13th Feb 2015 1:41pm
Making Mango Smooshies
Lovely ice mango smooshy
Little bumble queen
Come with all your buzz
And harmonise with me
For the birds and the bees
Make terrible enemies
And a lonely heart in winter
Is always bound to freeze
So please
Be free and fall forward
And don't wilt in the breeze
No stranger to painger
Trust the deranger on his knees
And realise instead
That we are nothing but slaves to love
Fated for pheromones
Chained to chemistry
All fucked in the head
Little bumble queen
Come with all your buzz
And harmonise with me
For the birds and the bees
Make terrible enemies
And a lonely heart in winter
Is always bound to freeze
So please
Be free and fall forward
And don't wilt in the breeze
No stranger to painger
Trust the deranger on his knees
And realise instead
That we are nothing but slaves to love
Fated for pheromones
Chained to chemistry
All fucked in the head
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 4:38pm
28th Jan 2015 4:38pm
Wrinkles
Wrinkles were once just crinkles
Before time sought to see them creased
And we only seem to think along
The simple borders of delusion
When all we had to to live for
Did not slow before they ceased
But
Ive recovered
In this pile of pine
Draped with what once was
Baptized in all that is
Small needles itching through the wine
As these moments softly greet
The mornings gentle tamperings
Tickle along my waysides
Red as they entreat
...
Before time sought to see them creased
And we only seem to think along
The simple borders of delusion
When all we had to to live for
Did not slow before they ceased
But
Ive recovered
In this pile of pine
Draped with what once was
Baptized in all that is
Small needles itching through the wine
As these moments softly greet
The mornings gentle tamperings
Tickle along my waysides
Red as they entreat
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 4:09pm
28th Jan 2015 4:09pm
Yeah, the brothers
Yeah the brothers
You have turned upon bread
In toasted resentment
Don't let the butter
Go to your head
As the pressure rises
We fell deeper than dead
Drifting into proffered remains
These dreams sought you out
But you turn away instead
Always two steps ahead
Forgetful with your promises
Awfully adamant
That my oceans have their own tides
And that waves rock me in bed
To tell me that I'm loved
When it isn't often said
For I see another nothing here
But the twisted rails on which to tread ...
You have turned upon bread
In toasted resentment
Don't let the butter
Go to your head
As the pressure rises
We fell deeper than dead
Drifting into proffered remains
These dreams sought you out
But you turn away instead
Always two steps ahead
Forgetful with your promises
Awfully adamant
That my oceans have their own tides
And that waves rock me in bed
To tell me that I'm loved
When it isn't often said
For I see another nothing here
But the twisted rails on which to tread ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 2:23pm
10th Sep 2014 2:23pm
The physical
The physical
Is a solid figment of my mind
The birds have all fallen from my tree
And amongst a myriad of poetry
Its a little crazy to say
That this momentary thing
Is simply less beautiful now
But the agents of chemistry will find new ways to be loved
And as we drift into the new and hopeless
You'll find new ways to be rewarded
And we shall dub thee
Fool
Is a solid figment of my mind
The birds have all fallen from my tree
And amongst a myriad of poetry
Its a little crazy to say
That this momentary thing
Is simply less beautiful now
But the agents of chemistry will find new ways to be loved
And as we drift into the new and hopeless
You'll find new ways to be rewarded
And we shall dub thee
Fool
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 2:21pm
10th Sep 2014 2:21pm
These eyes are dichotomy
These eyes are dichotomy
A subtle sodomy
Begotten humble bee
Staring back at at me
Withering forestry
Shadowy forgotten territory
An indigo passive tree
Taking strips out of me
Forgotten
Bothersome
Killer anatomy
Glassy sea
A mercantile
Gentle enemy
Smother bitterly
Antiquated scenery
For joyless anger
Has found me
And Ive found flaws
Fingerprinted gently
Enrapt trapped observer
Wills withered wayside
Fallen to the floor
Schluck
A subtle sodomy
Begotten humble bee
Staring back at at me
Withering forestry
Shadowy forgotten territory
An indigo passive tree
Taking strips out of me
Forgotten
Bothersome
Killer anatomy
Glassy sea
A mercantile
Gentle enemy
Smother bitterly
Antiquated scenery
For joyless anger
Has found me
And Ive found flaws
Fingerprinted gently
Enrapt trapped observer
Wills withered wayside
Fallen to the floor
Schluck
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 5:14pm
8th Sep 2014 5:14pm
Looking for things I cant find.
I’m looking for things I can’t find
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity
I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
From sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate
Then these whites just scream
Over all depressing tones of grey
From eyes that surely must be piercing
Protruding with just a tickle
Of life's timeless decay
So...
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity
I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
From sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate
Then these whites just scream
Over all depressing tones of grey
From eyes that surely must be piercing
Protruding with just a tickle
Of life's timeless decay
So...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 4:59pm
8th Sep 2014 4:59pm
I am not okay
I am not okay
lying and lying to what little is left
pretending
that im not being chewed up
and eaten away
It is a struggle
Life, is a struggle
And this stranglers no stranger
I know him well enough
well
Enough to let him break through
And although Im cracking
And I want to bleed or cry
I know Im just not going to
Im never going to
And for the life of me
I cannot figure out why
lying and lying to what little is left
pretending
that im not being chewed up
and eaten away
It is a struggle
Life, is a struggle
And this stranglers no stranger
I know him well enough
well
Enough to let him break through
And although Im cracking
And I want to bleed or cry
I know Im just not going to
Im never going to
And for the life of me
I cannot figure out why
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 5:02pm
24th Sep 2013 5:02pm
If I were to die II
If I were to die tomorrow
Would they say
In a live and livid poetry
That he didn't have much love in life
And he'd had time for it
But he waited around for her to fall
Deeply and madly from that tree over there
Would they say
In a live and livid poetry
That he didn't have much love in life
And he'd had time for it
But he waited around for her to fall
Deeply and madly from that tree over there
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2013 7:59am
30th Jan 2013 7:59am
Yolande
Re written a thousand times
Still nothing seems to stand
No old archaic symbols to measure her beauty
No sonnets to accompany her lovely tone
Its so lonely waiting for love
With her hair entangled in my thoughts
Almost ashamed to be free
and to let it go
I’ve been waiting so long for you
If only you knew
You could at least slap me
Tell me to get on the fucking train
Still nothing seems to stand
No old archaic symbols to measure her beauty
No sonnets to accompany her lovely tone
Its so lonely waiting for love
With her hair entangled in my thoughts
Almost ashamed to be free
and to let it go
I’ve been waiting so long for you
If only you knew
You could at least slap me
Tell me to get on the fucking train
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2013 7:43am
30th Jan 2013 7:43am
mYin
In this strange garden
Searching for what I’m unaware
Mystified by all these corners
Blocked by all these dead end fears
It’s in this little garden
Down a certain slippery slope
That I’m found tied
Upon dead end
And delusion
By a thread like piece of rope
I’m not sure if I should be sad
Not knowing what’s real
Or really there
I find a piece missing
It fell free
And landed on the thoroughfare
I start to feel my fingers going cold
I start to struggle
I twist wildly and writhe
I pull at this loop with...
Searching for what I’m unaware
Mystified by all these corners
Blocked by all these dead end fears
It’s in this little garden
Down a certain slippery slope
That I’m found tied
Upon dead end
And delusion
By a thread like piece of rope
I’m not sure if I should be sad
Not knowing what’s real
Or really there
I find a piece missing
It fell free
And landed on the thoroughfare
I start to feel my fingers going cold
I start to struggle
I twist wildly and writhe
I pull at this loop with...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 8:21pm
29th Jan 2013 8:21pm
The beat of the meat
Many times this well known path
Has been trodden down by boots and bloody feet
The prints of the old and young stain this remorseless ground
Even now they walk through the furrows
They forget to where this leads
Its only ardent children who still veer and wander
Lost
As it would seem
Marching jack boots trudging through
Into death themselves as the irony speaks true
These soldiers in gloomy step
Utter bitter nothings
Faithful minds
Enslaved in rhetoric
As though the street were ideal stage
But what lies...
Has been trodden down by boots and bloody feet
The prints of the old and young stain this remorseless ground
Even now they walk through the furrows
They forget to where this leads
Its only ardent children who still veer and wander
Lost
As it would seem
Marching jack boots trudging through
Into death themselves as the irony speaks true
These soldiers in gloomy step
Utter bitter nothings
Faithful minds
Enslaved in rhetoric
As though the street were ideal stage
But what lies...
651 reads
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