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
15th Apr 2013 4:24am
15th Apr 2013 4:24am
Why I think I'm so crazy about you.
A psychic told me
that I was a mutineer on
a pirate ship in a previous life,
So I did some research and found out
that pirate captains used to punish mutineers
by obtaining two ropes,
leading one under the ship and
tied the rope, one
to the feet and the other to their hands
and drag them along the bottom
of the hull, letting the hard
barnacles cut and slice against
their bodies and if they
were really lucky,the ropes would get
tangled amongst them and the
mutineer would drown.
Sometimes...
that I was a mutineer on
a pirate ship in a previous life,
So I did some research and found out
that pirate captains used to punish mutineers
by obtaining two ropes,
leading one under the ship and
tied the rope, one
to the feet and the other to their hands
and drag them along the bottom
of the hull, letting the hard
barnacles cut and slice against
their bodies and if they
were really lucky,the ropes would get
tangled amongst them and the
mutineer would drown.
Sometimes...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 11:37am
12th Apr 2013 11:37am
To K.
Goodbye sun
Goodbye moon
Goodbye girl
that went too soon.
I wish I could say
more then this,
But the time has come
for deaths first kiss.
Goodbye moon
Goodbye girl
that went too soon.
I wish I could say
more then this,
But the time has come
for deaths first kiss.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 6:03am
12th Apr 2013 6:03am
The universe poem
I walked by the trees today,
waking them up with
my cigarette smoke,
they were
a little taller now
and so was I
since we first
held hands and
walked by these
slowly swelling memories
etched into bark.
I've always wanted
to write
I love the creases
in your cheeks
when you smile,
like really write it
on your forearm
with permanent marker
and go over it
until it becomes
a really blotchy
looking home job
but instead,
I just traced it
with...
waking them up with
my cigarette smoke,
they were
a little taller now
and so was I
since we first
held hands and
walked by these
slowly swelling memories
etched into bark.
I've always wanted
to write
I love the creases
in your cheeks
when you smile,
like really write it
on your forearm
with permanent marker
and go over it
until it becomes
a really blotchy
looking home job
but instead,
I just traced it
with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 11:28am
11th Apr 2013 11:28am
I wrote you a letter.
I wanted to write a poem,
but then it got ill metered
so here i am, with a letter
that will never get posted
to you.
You'll find me
on a path less travelled then most.
The writhing mess
of a hallowed ghost
that i happened to be
when you once knew
what used to be me.
I'm a little bit intoxicated
by a numerous tie of drugs
but in the midst of writing
this, it has given me enough
power of anxiety and fear
to write these words down
to let you know how i feel
and how i feel
now your down in some...
but then it got ill metered
so here i am, with a letter
that will never get posted
to you.
You'll find me
on a path less travelled then most.
The writhing mess
of a hallowed ghost
that i happened to be
when you once knew
what used to be me.
I'm a little bit intoxicated
by a numerous tie of drugs
but in the midst of writing
this, it has given me enough
power of anxiety and fear
to write these words down
to let you know how i feel
and how i feel
now your down in some...
939 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2013 9:45am
10th Apr 2013 9:45am
I hope you know that:
I love you.
754 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 8:59am
9th Apr 2013 8:59am
The finale.
My chest hurts.
I tried to keep myself together.
Now I'm at your door.
Now, I'm a snivelling wretch.
I'm so broken.
You're not here
My soul feels like that.
I feel buried.
Well, soon
It'll be the real thing.
I guess.
I tried to keep myself together.
Now I'm at your door.
Now, I'm a snivelling wretch.
I'm so broken.
You're not here
My soul feels like that.
I feel buried.
Well, soon
It'll be the real thing.
I guess.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Apr 2013 4:12pm
8th Apr 2013 4:12pm
I'm laughing because kissing you would mean a car crash.
Your hands touched mine
as we fidgeted uncontrollably
and the touches were just as frivolous
as they used to be.
Our legs intertwining,
bare thighs touching
and hands cuffed
Sometimes, in complete exhaustion
they fell heavily to our laps
the only thing that brought them back
were the magnets in our fingertips
with a moment
in where the hands
moved to our chests
and to our lips
we forget we've been through this
exactly a million times before
and memories didn't
matter so much,
they kept...
as we fidgeted uncontrollably
and the touches were just as frivolous
as they used to be.
Our legs intertwining,
bare thighs touching
and hands cuffed
Sometimes, in complete exhaustion
they fell heavily to our laps
the only thing that brought them back
were the magnets in our fingertips
with a moment
in where the hands
moved to our chests
and to our lips
we forget we've been through this
exactly a million times before
and memories didn't
matter so much,
they kept...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 9:14am
6th Apr 2013 9:14am
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I wish I could travel through time,
or become a ghost in your halls
and find that fine line
where you gave him your all
because i'm standing here
in some lucid kind of dream
finding out what its like
to be the product of deceit
that i've seemingly created
in the midst of incompleteness
Sometimes
i stay up wondering
if you might ever write again
but then i realise theres no point
if i'm not going to be your friend
So i stand closer
to the edge of your bed
and i see him on top of you
hearing everything you said
and...
or become a ghost in your halls
and find that fine line
where you gave him your all
because i'm standing here
in some lucid kind of dream
finding out what its like
to be the product of deceit
that i've seemingly created
in the midst of incompleteness
Sometimes
i stay up wondering
if you might ever write again
but then i realise theres no point
if i'm not going to be your friend
So i stand closer
to the edge of your bed
and i see him on top of you
hearing everything you said
and...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 7:17am
5th Apr 2013 7:17am
A summer of mentoring
In the white outs
and black outs
of our endeavours
you taught me
that you didn't always
have to act like
you were struggling
I guess when pushed
to the brink,
one doesn't know
anything else
but that
of a constant
and stable heart beat
we learnt that,
feeling the bolts
in the iron sheets
of my roof pressed
against our backs
The week long projects
and the hour long sessions
pulling each others minds apart
I guess with these broken
ribbed fantasies that
a...
and black outs
of our endeavours
you taught me
that you didn't always
have to act like
you were struggling
I guess when pushed
to the brink,
one doesn't know
anything else
but that
of a constant
and stable heart beat
we learnt that,
feeling the bolts
in the iron sheets
of my roof pressed
against our backs
The week long projects
and the hour long sessions
pulling each others minds apart
I guess with these broken
ribbed fantasies that
a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 4:51am
3rd Apr 2013 4:51am
What a wise old sparrow said to a pair of washed up young lovers.
They breathed effortlessly
as the tide swept them to the bay
and the fragments of understatements
are what sent they astray
"Oh continue young lovers"
a sparrow said from above
"the crows will watch over you
and the owls will send their love
remember to hold each other
closer then all before
and I'll remove any anxieties
that hold your feet to the floor
The owls will make your clothes
as you sit and hold her
while the crows will fend off the vultures
to ensure you make her pur sir,
oh young lovers, never go...
as the tide swept them to the bay
and the fragments of understatements
are what sent they astray
"Oh continue young lovers"
a sparrow said from above
"the crows will watch over you
and the owls will send their love
remember to hold each other
closer then all before
and I'll remove any anxieties
that hold your feet to the floor
The owls will make your clothes
as you sit and hold her
while the crows will fend off the vultures
to ensure you make her pur sir,
oh young lovers, never go...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 4:07am
2nd Apr 2013 4:07am
620
Theres a build up of frost
in the middle of the ceiling
and i'm asking why
with my bed so empty
Maybe it's from the fractured
walls from the sturdy bedpost
or the gap from under
the marked door
Maybe it's the absence
of matter in between
the spaces of my knuckles
Maybe it's time
to venture
and find out
in the middle of the ceiling
and i'm asking why
with my bed so empty
Maybe it's from the fractured
walls from the sturdy bedpost
or the gap from under
the marked door
Maybe it's the absence
of matter in between
the spaces of my knuckles
Maybe it's time
to venture
and find out
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 3:50am
2nd Apr 2013 3:50am
Love pulls a black suitcase.
She went wayward,
leaving a trail
of train tracks,
cut power lines
and aerial jet streams
She spoke,
as the train doors closed
"i'm not this god"
as she went away
and submitted herself
to something as bigger
then the ocean,
what once was
a day dreaming god
is now a cubicled Spector
for other spectators to see
clocking those numbers
with hands that
were meant to inspire
and hands that were
meant to grace the chest
of me.
leaving a trail
of train tracks,
cut power lines
and aerial jet streams
She spoke,
as the train doors closed
"i'm not this god"
as she went away
and submitted herself
to something as bigger
then the ocean,
what once was
a day dreaming god
is now a cubicled Spector
for other spectators to see
clocking those numbers
with hands that
were meant to inspire
and hands that were
meant to grace the chest
of me.
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