Submissions by Mitochondrial (Will lou White)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Cynical, satire and romantic with subtle surrealist touches. Not all in one go though obviously. Most of my poems are non rhyming, poetic short stories.
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 10:17am
24th Jan 2013 10:17am
159
God and i
sat at a bar
in the darkest
part of harlem
and sunk back
tequila shooters
deep into
our throats
all night until
the grotesque,
slutty looking
barmaid started
to look
like you
know who
and i had
the courage
to ask him why
was the world so
grotesque?
and he told me
in-between
heaves of vomiting
and tag teaming
that barmaid
that the world
was so because
we made it so
and no amount
of prayers
were worth
answering
if we
were
just gonna
fuck it...
sat at a bar
in the darkest
part of harlem
and sunk back
tequila shooters
deep into
our throats
all night until
the grotesque,
slutty looking
barmaid started
to look
like you
know who
and i had
the courage
to ask him why
was the world so
grotesque?
and he told me
in-between
heaves of vomiting
and tag teaming
that barmaid
that the world
was so because
we made it so
and no amount
of prayers
were worth
answering
if we
were
just gonna
fuck it...
704 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 2:09am
24th Jan 2013 2:09am
Pixiedust
We told each other things
psychiatrists don't usually hear
even 30 sessions in.
We said so many things,
we walked through
each others minds
and left our foot prints
there to let each other know
that someone knows
at least,
but even with the talks
until 3 in the morning
and the
finger paint
pictures left deep
in our psyches
you still
felt the need
to throw yourself
away.
psychiatrists don't usually hear
even 30 sessions in.
We said so many things,
we walked through
each others minds
and left our foot prints
there to let each other know
that someone knows
at least,
but even with the talks
until 3 in the morning
and the
finger paint
pictures left deep
in our psyches
you still
felt the need
to throw yourself
away.
750 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 2:08am
24th Jan 2013 2:08am
Her lotus
Pedals in the sheets
stems on the floor
She came blooming
and
then
withered for more.
stems on the floor
She came blooming
and
then
withered for more.
1019 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 8:44am
23rd Jan 2013 8:44am
Gold hearts are made of gold for a reason.
her paper skin resembled
a little pastel hell
assembled for my drunkness
just for the thrill,
of a crocodile smile, or maybe a glance
that said "i'd have to pay in bills
to at least have a chance" to swoon her rapidly
and love her to the core
but tragically she's just a stripper
a money loving whore.
a little pastel hell
assembled for my drunkness
just for the thrill,
of a crocodile smile, or maybe a glance
that said "i'd have to pay in bills
to at least have a chance" to swoon her rapidly
and love her to the core
but tragically she's just a stripper
a money loving whore.
728 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 8:43am
23rd Jan 2013 8:43am
two poems in one.
How many times
did we wake up together
do you think it was a lot
we whisper
わたしは、あなたを愛しています
although the year
because i consider ...
did we wake up together
do you think it was a lot
we whisper
わたしは、あなたを愛しています
although the year
because i consider ...
590 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 00:23am
23rd Jan 2013 00:23am
Control
"You'd think
it was the claret tidal waves
or the juxtaposed image,
a glorious spectrum of red
over a pastel ivory canvas,
the thought of healing
over a chosen mistake
or a reminder
that I'm somewhat
stronger then
i use to be
but really,
in the hustle of life
it was just the fact
that there will be rain
whether i like it
or not
and i just wanted some control back in my life
I wanted the feeling of pride
that i chose to do something
instead of someone else
doing it to me.
I wanted the...
it was the claret tidal waves
or the juxtaposed image,
a glorious spectrum of red
over a pastel ivory canvas,
the thought of healing
over a chosen mistake
or a reminder
that I'm somewhat
stronger then
i use to be
but really,
in the hustle of life
it was just the fact
that there will be rain
whether i like it
or not
and i just wanted some control back in my life
I wanted the feeling of pride
that i chose to do something
instead of someone else
doing it to me.
I wanted the...
1030 reads
10 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 11:24pm
22nd Jan 2013 11:24pm
"I love you"
she said it with such a force
that it trembled the earth around me
and it made the bricks in the house shatter
and all the fractured walls tore the wall paper
into mosaic pictures of a garden
I nearly broke
in every sense but
i just sipped at my drink
and then as expected
he kissed her
and thats when
i skulled it
and left
wishing i kissed
her instead.
that it trembled the earth around me
and it made the bricks in the house shatter
and all the fractured walls tore the wall paper
into mosaic pictures of a garden
I nearly broke
in every sense but
i just sipped at my drink
and then as expected
he kissed her
and thats when
i skulled it
and left
wishing i kissed
her instead.
700 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 9:39am
22nd Jan 2013 9:39am
awkwardly i said this to her after i came.
695 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 9:38am
22nd Jan 2013 9:38am
But every girl's a whore.
649 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 10:19pm
21st Jan 2013 10:19pm
When do they ever come back?
glass shards indent the coffee table
theres a mirror there
and remnants of some
chemical snow
and her lipsticks
still uncapped
and on
the floor,
she won't come back
for that,
they never do
after the
drugs are
gone.
theres a mirror there
and remnants of some
chemical snow
and her lipsticks
still uncapped
and on
the floor,
she won't come back
for that,
they never do
after the
drugs are
gone.
809 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 9:53pm
21st Jan 2013 9:53pm
Unfortunately, my girlfriend was God.
i pretended that she was god
for a second
so i could hold her worlds of blue hair
and i said to her
while kissing her neck
"i missed this"
and she said
with alcohol in her breath "i missed you
saying that"
and i knew she didn't care for me
and that she didn't care
for anything, especially the fact
that one of my callused hands
grabbed the skin of her
hip as the other rested
on the small of her back
and i pretended
she was god for a second,
so i could hold her hair back
as she expelled her night...
for a second
so i could hold her worlds of blue hair
and i said to her
while kissing her neck
"i missed this"
and she said
with alcohol in her breath "i missed you
saying that"
and i knew she didn't care for me
and that she didn't care
for anything, especially the fact
that one of my callused hands
grabbed the skin of her
hip as the other rested
on the small of her back
and i pretended
she was god for a second,
so i could hold her hair back
as she expelled her night...
914 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 9:13am
21st Jan 2013 9:13am
this is why you don't go for club girls
I guess
She was all
cigarette burns
and whisky stains
smeared makeup
and lipstick imprints
She left broken
glasswear all over
the dinner table
and she judged me
as she fucked me
and i loved her
like she loved me
and i couldn't endure
her but i endured
her for that time being
she woke up one day
and left a note
next to me
as i passed out
on her floor
that said
she'd be back
in a few days
I still sometimes
drive by
her place
...
She was all
cigarette burns
and whisky stains
smeared makeup
and lipstick imprints
She left broken
glasswear all over
the dinner table
and she judged me
as she fucked me
and i loved her
like she loved me
and i couldn't endure
her but i endured
her for that time being
she woke up one day
and left a note
next to me
as i passed out
on her floor
that said
she'd be back
in a few days
I still sometimes
drive by
her place
...
687 reads
3 Comments
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