Submissions by MilkyJoe (Milky)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I get drunk and spew out a bunch of nonsense.
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 11:56am
22nd Oct 2012 11:56am
In leaves
I wish I could lay down in leaves
Grieve for bereathed shadows
And breath
Just breath
If only enough to see through
These tendancies to seeth
Over the distinctions in life
Over tomorrows grief
And my extinction
I think I might just drown
Allow my thoughts to die away
Withered as they are by patience
Grieve for bereathed shadows
And breath
Just breath
If only enough to see through
These tendancies to seeth
Over the distinctions in life
Over tomorrows grief
And my extinction
I think I might just drown
Allow my thoughts to die away
Withered as they are by patience
710 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 11:34am
22nd Oct 2012 11:34am
Stranger
Strangers have always been such
Friendly enemies
Ive had to find new ways to cope
With these deranged dark dichotomies
Endless in the ways they bend
You can explain away just about anything in the end
Before the moments pause just long enough
For me to be disgusted
And retreat down amongst what could be called a little shelter
Bare to the wind
So how is it that you rise
Thick beyond black boaderlines
Waiting for the mildew
To cloud over and ensue
The lesson of these yesterdays
And what we all knew of you
Friendly enemies
Ive had to find new ways to cope
With these deranged dark dichotomies
Endless in the ways they bend
You can explain away just about anything in the end
Before the moments pause just long enough
For me to be disgusted
And retreat down amongst what could be called a little shelter
Bare to the wind
So how is it that you rise
Thick beyond black boaderlines
Waiting for the mildew
To cloud over and ensue
The lesson of these yesterdays
And what we all knew of you
730 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2012 4:10pm
23rd Jul 2012 4:10pm
untitled (under development)
I will always feel sorry for myself
A macabre imaginer
And dreamer of over dramatic themes
I want to tear at tonsils
To feel the bitter pain of screams
For where I find the frantic friendliness
Of figures in deep mire
I found that they were merely figments
Ensnared in tangled household wire
And I slither to the sound of shedding skin
Do I seem jolly with my grin
Forsaken and bottled to begin
With morals that seem mottled
Distance has always been my thing
A macabre imaginer
And dreamer of over dramatic themes
I want to tear at tonsils
To feel the bitter pain of screams
For where I find the frantic friendliness
Of figures in deep mire
I found that they were merely figments
Ensnared in tangled household wire
And I slither to the sound of shedding skin
Do I seem jolly with my grin
Forsaken and bottled to begin
With morals that seem mottled
Distance has always been my thing
689 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 6:25am
5th Feb 2012 6:25am
symmetry
I have places in mind
Again
And I’ve seen things, I wish not to believe
Pleasure placate my disguise
Nurture truth into disease
Certain things
Don’t want to die
I end up
Killing other parts of me
They do not know how to hide
The deranger of disharmony
And on these knees
I’ve found the bitter grind
Again
And this is just another part of me
I really did not want to find
Any of our symmetry
Now
He had places in mind
And he fondled as they glimmered dim
He only knows how to hide ...
Again
And I’ve seen things, I wish not to believe
Pleasure placate my disguise
Nurture truth into disease
Certain things
Don’t want to die
I end up
Killing other parts of me
They do not know how to hide
The deranger of disharmony
And on these knees
I’ve found the bitter grind
Again
And this is just another part of me
I really did not want to find
Any of our symmetry
Now
He had places in mind
And he fondled as they glimmered dim
He only knows how to hide ...
854 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2012 6:21am
5th Feb 2012 6:21am
Reaved
Oh limber timber
With your subtle indepth grain
I kindle and bring fire
To burn you up
And to chastise once again
Limbering treatise
Crackered creaks
Long deep breaths
And the solemn tinker
Of malingering Groans
I twist into your bitter ecstasy
Until the dirt and bone
My timid little
Limber timber
Sublimely hide within
Sway with this gentle reside
Tied up in your tides
Supp the sweetness of finality
As you slip away
Banal amongst some finicky bereft
With your subtle indepth grain
I kindle and bring fire
To burn you up
And to chastise once again
Limbering treatise
Crackered creaks
Long deep breaths
And the solemn tinker
Of malingering Groans
I twist into your bitter ecstasy
Until the dirt and bone
My timid little
Limber timber
Sublimely hide within
Sway with this gentle reside
Tied up in your tides
Supp the sweetness of finality
As you slip away
Banal amongst some finicky bereft
875 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2011 7:03pm
25th Nov 2011 7:03pm
Sweet dreams
Inhibited habitator
sweet dreams
my sideways smirk
smile as if you know what it means
to pick bitterly away at your fingers
and every other part of you
feigning lack of inspiration
ill do exactly what you want me to
dying the slow death
mouldering it over as i chew
Oh quick trancing ease
appeasement of my disease
blank stare
a smirk
and black eye too
my punishment
it’s all just frustration
i just can’t get through to you
sweet dreams
my sideways smirk
smile as if you know what it means
to pick bitterly away at your fingers
and every other part of you
feigning lack of inspiration
ill do exactly what you want me to
dying the slow death
mouldering it over as i chew
Oh quick trancing ease
appeasement of my disease
blank stare
a smirk
and black eye too
my punishment
it’s all just frustration
i just can’t get through to you
632 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2011 3:19pm
7th Nov 2011 3:19pm
Contort
New contours are emerging
And this face just seems to creep
Out from under
Ever burdening blankets
One would think I’ve been asleep.
Where pain was found disturbing
It’s now disturbing that there’s pain
Like old rats still numerous in occupation
Of bins once full of grain
Was this all in vain?
On land and I reside
I find that residue
Upon these smashed mirrors
I always seem to cut myself
When I fight with you
And this face just seems to creep
Out from under
Ever burdening blankets
One would think I’ve been asleep.
Where pain was found disturbing
It’s now disturbing that there’s pain
Like old rats still numerous in occupation
Of bins once full of grain
Was this all in vain?
On land and I reside
I find that residue
Upon these smashed mirrors
I always seem to cut myself
When I fight with you
701 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2011 00:48am
2nd Nov 2011 00:48am
Quagmire
Another assembly
An addled admission
Always the same strange report on
Oh..
Right
This foreign concept of the past
Bottom trawling through a delicate mind
Its hard to feel
Locked in this little windowless box
But strangely
I’m in the search of less room
I just may have had enough
Of your forbidding
Unforgiving gloom
And the obedient feed from
My forever heavy hand
I choose you
My sweet burden
That’s just who I am
An addled admission
Always the same strange report on
Oh..
Right
This foreign concept of the past
Bottom trawling through a delicate mind
Its hard to feel
Locked in this little windowless box
But strangely
I’m in the search of less room
I just may have had enough
Of your forbidding
Unforgiving gloom
And the obedient feed from
My forever heavy hand
I choose you
My sweet burden
That’s just who I am
639 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 4:09pm
1st Nov 2011 4:09pm
Loquatious licks
Loquatious licks of liquid chemistry
Lingering liquor
Bringer of my foreground
And bearer of my seams
And of what seems to be
I really hope that I wont regret
The swindling swing and
This desire to kill you from parts of my mind
And as I lay you down to rest
Know that Ill never forget
The false footing of my pretenses
As you wandered through my dreams
And as your little feet
Dangled from the parapet
Lingering liquor
Bringer of my foreground
And bearer of my seams
And of what seems to be
I really hope that I wont regret
The swindling swing and
This desire to kill you from parts of my mind
And as I lay you down to rest
Know that Ill never forget
The false footing of my pretenses
As you wandered through my dreams
And as your little feet
Dangled from the parapet
726 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 9:47pm
30th Oct 2011 9:47pm
A sleeping eye
A sleeping eye
It pries itself from comfort
Owing investigations into the present
Formulating pieces of the past
Life did not pause for dreams
After all
And upon the dawn
He would always find her missing
Chasing
Off after other suits of love
It pries itself from comfort
Owing investigations into the present
Formulating pieces of the past
Life did not pause for dreams
After all
And upon the dawn
He would always find her missing
Chasing
Off after other suits of love
618 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 9:46pm
30th Oct 2011 9:46pm
Self destroyed
When do roses cease to be
Only in eyes on lonely trees
I find I listen patiently
Disturbed
Nothing is said or heard in me
So instead I listen to the songs that feed the night
And for a glimpse these stars are truly bright
Self destroyed
Expression dies
They only twinkle in my eyes
Fantasy dissolved away
Into an almost fatal presentation of the new day
These ups and downs grow weary
Tired
Betrayed by hope
Somehow
I’m still inspired.
Only in eyes on lonely trees
I find I listen patiently
Disturbed
Nothing is said or heard in me
So instead I listen to the songs that feed the night
And for a glimpse these stars are truly bright
Self destroyed
Expression dies
They only twinkle in my eyes
Fantasy dissolved away
Into an almost fatal presentation of the new day
These ups and downs grow weary
Tired
Betrayed by hope
Somehow
I’m still inspired.
815 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2011 3:15pm
25th Oct 2011 3:15pm
Rotting
Am I looking ragged
Disheveled
Here
At the end of my rope
Entangled by knots
Deep within
Depressed misery
And what could only be described as
Plot
I thought of things
I fought
Though I forgot
Laying back down upon this apathy
And out sourcing
Scorching
In shorter
Cheaper terms
I rott
Disheveled
Here
At the end of my rope
Entangled by knots
Deep within
Depressed misery
And what could only be described as
Plot
I thought of things
I fought
Though I forgot
Laying back down upon this apathy
And out sourcing
Scorching
In shorter
Cheaper terms
I rott
1104 reads
2 Comments
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