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.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 9:09am
21st Jan 2013 9:09am
The way she said it
"i love you"
she said it
all godlike
and prophetic
as if the words
she uttered
in these heated moments
gave me an ability
to be whole again
but
it was the way
she said it
that got to me
as if
with it's eagerness
to leave her lips
or the reluctance
to roll off
her tongue
said a lot
more then the
'i love you"
itself
The way she panted it
and emphasised on the "I"
instead of the "you"
or the way
her lips came
a little to quickly
and...
she said it
all godlike
and prophetic
as if the words
she uttered
in these heated moments
gave me an ability
to be whole again
but
it was the way
she said it
that got to me
as if
with it's eagerness
to leave her lips
or the reluctance
to roll off
her tongue
said a lot
more then the
'i love you"
itself
The way she panted it
and emphasised on the "I"
instead of the "you"
or the way
her lips came
a little to quickly
and...
812 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 1:06am
21st Jan 2013 1:06am
Decibels, milage and space.
I wonder if people in russia
go to the coastline and
just stare at alaska
and wish that they were there
or if people from cuba
on their little island
often get out telescopes
and just talk about florida
i wonder this, because
as i stare out
of my window
all i do
is wish
i was with you.
go to the coastline and
just stare at alaska
and wish that they were there
or if people from cuba
on their little island
often get out telescopes
and just talk about florida
i wonder this, because
as i stare out
of my window
all i do
is wish
i was with you.
619 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 1:04am
21st Jan 2013 1:04am
It's true, what can one make of that?
"You're not meant
to write
every poem
with the intention
of leaving the reader
distraught and broken,
and depressed
for that matter."
She blew her cigarette
smoke towards me,
her lips
pursed so lightly
I smiled
and said
"Of course
i dont
go out
of my way
to write
about
the savagery
of life,
but you tell me
what to think
of finding
a tattered toddlers
dress in the forest?"
to write
every poem
with the intention
of leaving the reader
distraught and broken,
and depressed
for that matter."
She blew her cigarette
smoke towards me,
her lips
pursed so lightly
I smiled
and said
"Of course
i dont
go out
of my way
to write
about
the savagery
of life,
but you tell me
what to think
of finding
a tattered toddlers
dress in the forest?"
591 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 10:37am
20th Jan 2013 10:37am
They were pretty good burgers.
I was walking down
the streets of
manhattan and
came upon a sign
that said
WORLD'S BEST BURGERS
and i was
reminded of the girls
who said they gave
the best head
the best fucks
the best handys
the best ass
and none of them did
but i said they did
and i walked into
that burger joint
and ordered the burger
and said
it was
the very
best
i've had.
the streets of
manhattan and
came upon a sign
that said
WORLD'S BEST BURGERS
and i was
reminded of the girls
who said they gave
the best head
the best fucks
the best handys
the best ass
and none of them did
but i said they did
and i walked into
that burger joint
and ordered the burger
and said
it was
the very
best
i've had.
637 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 11:43pm
19th Jan 2013 11:43pm
A sad sort of true story.
The day i realised
i should move out
of my parents
place was when
they found
a stanley knife
under my bed
and left it
there.
i should move out
of my parents
place was when
they found
a stanley knife
under my bed
and left it
there.
781 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 11:32pm
19th Jan 2013 11:32pm
Any drunk club bitch
She's drunk but she's beautiful
and she's in my house
drinking the vodka
i got for christmas
and she's drunk,
and smells of old women
who drink sherry
in the morning
and she's beautiful
like a serrated winged
dove and i want her
to cut me
and i want
those cuts to spell
out you're beautiful,
fuck me,
i want her fingernails to engrave
"I AM GOD"
in my chest
I want to fuck her mind
and then revel at
the way she leaves
me panting on the
sheets,
i want her to make
me vomit the dirt...
and she's in my house
drinking the vodka
i got for christmas
and she's drunk,
and smells of old women
who drink sherry
in the morning
and she's beautiful
like a serrated winged
dove and i want her
to cut me
and i want
those cuts to spell
out you're beautiful,
fuck me,
i want her fingernails to engrave
"I AM GOD"
in my chest
I want to fuck her mind
and then revel at
the way she leaves
me panting on the
sheets,
i want her to make
me vomit the dirt...
1222 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 2:59pm
19th Jan 2013 2:59pm
Documentaries make me think.
we sat and
watched
documentaries
as cars
passed the
road next to
my house and
i smoked
more weed
until my eyes
were slits like
the cuts
on my feet
and i vomited
for an hour
and wrote some
poetry
about a girl
who lived
in sydney
as you slept
in my bed
where she
used to sleep.
watched
documentaries
as cars
passed the
road next to
my house and
i smoked
more weed
until my eyes
were slits like
the cuts
on my feet
and i vomited
for an hour
and wrote some
poetry
about a girl
who lived
in sydney
as you slept
in my bed
where she
used to sleep.
773 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 2:56pm
19th Jan 2013 2:56pm
Epitome of sanctuary
Cherry blossoms hang
from their ceiling as he wrap stars
around her neck and the clocks crack
while she laughs soliloquies and
birds sing their love as fairies dance
on the windowsill while gravity lightens
as they kiss a little into nothingness,
so they watch everyone turn to glass
so they could consume galaxies
and volcanic rocks
Fulgurite shatters the people
into claret whips of
smoke that paint their grass,
the fractured beings of their souls
fit together like puzzle pieces as
The sky turns lilac in an attempt to rival their...
from their ceiling as he wrap stars
around her neck and the clocks crack
while she laughs soliloquies and
birds sing their love as fairies dance
on the windowsill while gravity lightens
as they kiss a little into nothingness,
so they watch everyone turn to glass
so they could consume galaxies
and volcanic rocks
Fulgurite shatters the people
into claret whips of
smoke that paint their grass,
the fractured beings of their souls
fit together like puzzle pieces as
The sky turns lilac in an attempt to rival their...
699 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 6:51am
19th Jan 2013 6:51am
Blue twine on my white bedspread
You have imprinted yourself in my knuckles
So my fingers could learn to dance on yours
My kiss is permanently stained on you;
I kissed until my lips went raw,
But i know you wouldn't think it
I might have seen your flaws.
but i do indeed still love you
i promised after all
even after the moment
my chest nearly caved in
even after the time
you first wore my skin
So my fingers could learn to dance on yours
My kiss is permanently stained on you;
I kissed until my lips went raw,
But i know you wouldn't think it
I might have seen your flaws.
but i do indeed still love you
i promised after all
even after the moment
my chest nearly caved in
even after the time
you first wore my skin
727 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 6:50am
19th Jan 2013 6:50am
Her name, i forgot.
Flowers erupted out of her fingertips
as she stroked my sternum, timidly
my chest fractures
as she made it her garden
as she stroked my sternum, timidly
my chest fractures
as she made it her garden
865 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Mitochondrial (Will lou White)
