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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 1:29pm
18th Mar 2013 1:29pm
I realised as i sat and smoked the bong she was using.
Maybe we're too young
or too obsessed
or not obsessed enough
Maybe we're just
faulted to be apart,
subjected to eachothers
absence through string theory
but i think it's
just the fact that
we met too soon,
too young, feel in
love too fast, to quickly
without bothering to
offer eachother
a hit "
she said as she packed weed
inside her cone piece
I watched her
light it and
take the deepest
hit i have ever
had the privilege
to witness
a girl take. ...
or too obsessed
or not obsessed enough
Maybe we're just
faulted to be apart,
subjected to eachothers
absence through string theory
but i think it's
just the fact that
we met too soon,
too young, feel in
love too fast, to quickly
without bothering to
offer eachother
a hit "
she said as she packed weed
inside her cone piece
I watched her
light it and
take the deepest
hit i have ever
had the privilege
to witness
a girl take. ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 1:13pm
18th Mar 2013 1:13pm
Candy flip
I felt the tingling of angels
play Beethoven's unfinished symphony
down my brian stem as my pupils
hid the strobe lights in my veins
My feet became oriental dragons
vibrating against some melted floorboards
as the band spit tundras of music at me
My heart takes my lungs
and puts its arms around them
acts an absurdist play, line for line
and smiles at the girl in the front row
Warm souls wrap their bodies around me
as i fish my sanity out of the pool
of uninhibited intoxication
mooching off my heart
and relying that...
play Beethoven's unfinished symphony
down my brian stem as my pupils
hid the strobe lights in my veins
My feet became oriental dragons
vibrating against some melted floorboards
as the band spit tundras of music at me
My heart takes my lungs
and puts its arms around them
acts an absurdist play, line for line
and smiles at the girl in the front row
Warm souls wrap their bodies around me
as i fish my sanity out of the pool
of uninhibited intoxication
mooching off my heart
and relying that...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 3:00am
18th Mar 2013 3:00am
A spout of realism.
It was the way she latched
herself to his arm
and kissed his unblemished cheek
when he smiled
Or the way
his unbroken hands of affection
clasped the summit of her shoulders
like a cliff face
while he slyly hints
a wink of carnal electricity to her
in mid conversation,
tracing the map of his love
on her thighs
while she spoke broken syllables
as her gaze always wandered.
The suddenness of eyes brightening
as he whispered soul down
her neck,
thats when it hit me
she wasn't coming back.
herself to his arm
and kissed his unblemished cheek
when he smiled
Or the way
his unbroken hands of affection
clasped the summit of her shoulders
like a cliff face
while he slyly hints
a wink of carnal electricity to her
in mid conversation,
tracing the map of his love
on her thighs
while she spoke broken syllables
as her gaze always wandered.
The suddenness of eyes brightening
as he whispered soul down
her neck,
thats when it hit me
she wasn't coming back.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 8:38am
17th Mar 2013 8:38am
The routine
You engulfed my fire
dowsed it in amphetamines
blue block pastels
draped our carcasses
as i broke your ego
down into eatable pieces
Cracking open my skull to prevail
hoping you dont realise
my fingers are just simple patrons
to your establishment
and they have to pay off a bar tab
dowsed it in amphetamines
blue block pastels
draped our carcasses
as i broke your ego
down into eatable pieces
Cracking open my skull to prevail
hoping you dont realise
my fingers are just simple patrons
to your establishment
and they have to pay off a bar tab
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 9:59am
15th Mar 2013 9:59am
Call it a fetish.
I guess a man wants a woman
That promised a panorama
that every concrete slab craves;
the glowing lotus between snowy thighs
that feels eloquently enough
to talk about in cursive
with a tuff of blue grass
every now and then
to keep it interesting
A girl that that comes off as static
in conversation but sounds like
a symphony of galaxies
with a blown glass look
Maybe rich enough
to buy a few pounds
of weed.
I'd prefer haggard
women with some flab
who hold the key
to modern...
That promised a panorama
that every concrete slab craves;
the glowing lotus between snowy thighs
that feels eloquently enough
to talk about in cursive
with a tuff of blue grass
every now and then
to keep it interesting
A girl that that comes off as static
in conversation but sounds like
a symphony of galaxies
with a blown glass look
Maybe rich enough
to buy a few pounds
of weed.
I'd prefer haggard
women with some flab
who hold the key
to modern...
1085 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 5:52am
14th Mar 2013 5:52am
I guess I was made to make a foundation out of mistakes.
I wish this wasnt a seedy bar
i wish i wasn't wearing a button up shirt
I wish i knew where all of the fire exit were
and i wish you would start holding my arm
But this is a seedy bar
and im wearing a paisley button up
without any knowledge of how to get out
watching you dance with him instead.
i wish i wasn't wearing a button up shirt
I wish i knew where all of the fire exit were
and i wish you would start holding my arm
But this is a seedy bar
and im wearing a paisley button up
without any knowledge of how to get out
watching you dance with him instead.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 4:10pm
12th Mar 2013 4:10pm
The thing that hurt the most
Was knowing
that i'll
never speak
to you again.
that i'll
never speak
to you again.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 3:27pm
12th Mar 2013 3:27pm
The pause, smile and type.
You do this thing
you pause, smile and type
before you reply to anything he says
and i've noticed it alot lately
so i cant say i don't expect the worst.
You spoke about him before,
but i never really took much notice
because well, i guess i was foolish.
Maybe i take you for granted,
like electricity.
You kiss me down my chest
like you were tasting the everglades
and i never thought much of it,
but you never sucked my
dick much before
I noticed eventually though,
of course when i hear all of a sudden
that...
you pause, smile and type
before you reply to anything he says
and i've noticed it alot lately
so i cant say i don't expect the worst.
You spoke about him before,
but i never really took much notice
because well, i guess i was foolish.
Maybe i take you for granted,
like electricity.
You kiss me down my chest
like you were tasting the everglades
and i never thought much of it,
but you never sucked my
dick much before
I noticed eventually though,
of course when i hear all of a sudden
that...
1013 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 4:52am
11th Mar 2013 4:52am
Actors are kinda faddy
Before i was a writer i wanted to be an actor. To me, acting was one of the simplest but most eloquent art one can do; and i still regard it as so today.
Why did i stop being an actor you ask?
Because i realised something: If money doesn't drive you as much, or spur you on as readily as being immortalised does then there is no real point in being an actor, or a famous one at that. Actors are the most famous of all artist types, and possibly the richest too. Of course though, that is its all mighty flaw. That their worth and fame is in direct subjection to their life span. Great...
Why did i stop being an actor you ask?
Because i realised something: If money doesn't drive you as much, or spur you on as readily as being immortalised does then there is no real point in being an actor, or a famous one at that. Actors are the most famous of all artist types, and possibly the richest too. Of course though, that is its all mighty flaw. That their worth and fame is in direct subjection to their life span. Great...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 2:04am
11th Mar 2013 2:04am
Taxidermy party
It wasn't the first time
i took you home
on a sunday
for our old
taxidermy parties
bearing
our pulsating
capillaries to
the starry glitter
that was the essence
of our incensing intentions,
Peeling off
the sky and
replacing it
with scarring
as it became
our skin.
Watching
the roof
swirl into
the universe;
Swapping souls
and learning again.
Erasing eons
worth of information
just to feel content and
ignoring the calls
from our phones
even though it's
11 am...
i took you home
on a sunday
for our old
taxidermy parties
bearing
our pulsating
capillaries to
the starry glitter
that was the essence
of our incensing intentions,
Peeling off
the sky and
replacing it
with scarring
as it became
our skin.
Watching
the roof
swirl into
the universe;
Swapping souls
and learning again.
Erasing eons
worth of information
just to feel content and
ignoring the calls
from our phones
even though it's
11 am...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 11:29am
9th Mar 2013 11:29am
The hardest line i have to say because its hard not to finish it.
"i'll hopefully forget about you one day"
but i guess i should finish that sentence
infront of her but i dont think
she'll appreciate the morbid romance that
"the day of my death." would bring.
but i guess i should finish that sentence
infront of her but i dont think
she'll appreciate the morbid romance that
"the day of my death." would bring.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 9:24am
9th Mar 2013 9:24am
Always bet on the grey greyhound.
Faith used to be like a seed you planted,
now it's like betting on a dog
that has an 8:1 chance
and your already 9 races in.
It's not questioning and wondering anymore
it's blindly accepting it even if the facts
have already been presented
and forgetting the previous logic
because it's better off that way.
I'm not just talking about religion,
it's also in relationships,
friendships, jobs,
we're all backing that 8:1 chance 9 races in,
and acting like it's a sure thing.
now it's like betting on a dog
that has an 8:1 chance
and your already 9 races in.
It's not questioning and wondering anymore
it's blindly accepting it even if the facts
have already been presented
and forgetting the previous logic
because it's better off that way.
I'm not just talking about religion,
it's also in relationships,
friendships, jobs,
we're all backing that 8:1 chance 9 races in,
and acting like it's a sure thing.
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