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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 00:39am
9th Mar 2013 00:39am
The monkey that tried to fly
Two monkeys sat in a huge tree
appreciating the scenery
and the new point of view
the height had given them
While they spoke about
how people may never
appreciate this,
the youngest said
"Do you think anyone else
is as great as climbing trees
as us?" and the eldest put
his hand on the youngest's shoulder
and said "of course"
"I'm going to jump from this tree and fly"
said the youngest
"Don't, thats stupid, you'll hurt yourself
you wont be able to climb trees anymore" ...
appreciating the scenery
and the new point of view
the height had given them
While they spoke about
how people may never
appreciate this,
the youngest said
"Do you think anyone else
is as great as climbing trees
as us?" and the eldest put
his hand on the youngest's shoulder
and said "of course"
"I'm going to jump from this tree and fly"
said the youngest
"Don't, thats stupid, you'll hurt yourself
you wont be able to climb trees anymore" ...
665 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 2:07am
7th Mar 2013 2:07am
The thing i miss most about you
1380 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 1:56am
7th Mar 2013 1:56am
Ya’aburnee (Or words that are untranslatable to english)
I felt toska in her absence;
Bitter about how ones
god could leave them so
sure and then eradicate
all hope and ignore all
the outcomes, like a mirage
in the sky ignoring everything
i say, then to make
me stand in my own
presence.
i cant stand on the
summit of myself
and watch the tide
of resentments own reflections
crush against my sternum
in some dreamlike birds eye view
while not expecting that feeling
of L’appel du vide to take over.
I'm nearly twenty and i feel like this is it.
The drunken void that...
Bitter about how ones
god could leave them so
sure and then eradicate
all hope and ignore all
the outcomes, like a mirage
in the sky ignoring everything
i say, then to make
me stand in my own
presence.
i cant stand on the
summit of myself
and watch the tide
of resentments own reflections
crush against my sternum
in some dreamlike birds eye view
while not expecting that feeling
of L’appel du vide to take over.
I'm nearly twenty and i feel like this is it.
The drunken void that...
631 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 9:17am
6th Mar 2013 9:17am
The rat king metaphor
society is just basically a decaying ball of rat king
The rats decided to
intertwine their tails
feeding until the bigger rats
get enough strength to pull
the smaller ones in the direction
they want to go, and dragging
them to their death
until other rats feed off
the dead small ones and get
their tails locked in and eventually
while they leech off the dead engulf
the ones that lead the writhing mass
of cannibalistic torture
Thats how society is,
feeding off the achievements of eachother
until its a writhing mass of shit.
The rats decided to
intertwine their tails
feeding until the bigger rats
get enough strength to pull
the smaller ones in the direction
they want to go, and dragging
them to their death
until other rats feed off
the dead small ones and get
their tails locked in and eventually
while they leech off the dead engulf
the ones that lead the writhing mass
of cannibalistic torture
Thats how society is,
feeding off the achievements of eachother
until its a writhing mass of shit.
777 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2013 4:08am
5th Mar 2013 4:08am
Go for dumb bitches that want money
In a brunettes room hangs a painting
of a girl with a flower face
and a pen drawing
of an elk with floral antlers
and in some blondes drawer,
she has a book of drunken
passages about life and love
and the passion involving things
while a redhead hangs poems on her wall about
things she relates too but doesnt
know if its written about her;
One girl plays the jazz song i taught her
and another obsesses about string theory
One used my poetry concept for
her uni entry and another used
my idea for reality tv as a essay
There could...
of a girl with a flower face
and a pen drawing
of an elk with floral antlers
and in some blondes drawer,
she has a book of drunken
passages about life and love
and the passion involving things
while a redhead hangs poems on her wall about
things she relates too but doesnt
know if its written about her;
One girl plays the jazz song i taught her
and another obsesses about string theory
One used my poetry concept for
her uni entry and another used
my idea for reality tv as a essay
There could...
834 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2013 2:03am
5th Mar 2013 2:03am
i suspect the cats know i'm an alcoholic.
I woke up at three
with you next to me so
I got out of bed
and smoked some
weed, and i thought
about how i
used to think
"why read a poem
to recapture happiness
when i could just lay
here next to you."
But i stopped and
got up this time
to vomit like the tropics
the red and milky beige cyclone
hitting the ports and shores
of white porcelain
until my empty stomach
starts screaming drunken
pub songs at me
She used to force me
to eat and i hated that
while you dont complain...
with you next to me so
I got out of bed
and smoked some
weed, and i thought
about how i
used to think
"why read a poem
to recapture happiness
when i could just lay
here next to you."
But i stopped and
got up this time
to vomit like the tropics
the red and milky beige cyclone
hitting the ports and shores
of white porcelain
until my empty stomach
starts screaming drunken
pub songs at me
She used to force me
to eat and i hated that
while you dont complain...
736 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Mar 2013 2:24am
4th Mar 2013 2:24am
Surfing the surface of serendipity
694 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 2:47am
3rd Mar 2013 2:47am
3 years onward
i've lost a lot of things
Girls, those
withering flowers
most covered by concrete
and the friends
that let their journey
cruise to a stop
The girls call me
up sometimes, really drunk;
asking me why do
i do these things
to people. They cry and
accuse me that
they cant escape
the screaming i brought
to them. I hang up
but they always
come over. The friends
though, never
phone or come over.
it took me a while
to swallow my pride,
now I visit them,
Just a gaunt soul
staring at the ground...
Girls, those
withering flowers
most covered by concrete
and the friends
that let their journey
cruise to a stop
The girls call me
up sometimes, really drunk;
asking me why do
i do these things
to people. They cry and
accuse me that
they cant escape
the screaming i brought
to them. I hang up
but they always
come over. The friends
though, never
phone or come over.
it took me a while
to swallow my pride,
now I visit them,
Just a gaunt soul
staring at the ground...
787 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 12:10pm
2nd Mar 2013 12:10pm
Serial killers get remembered too.
So you think you're an artist
well isn't that swell;
i've met many "artists"
that i wanted in hell.
You're not an artist
if you butcher your art
and i'm sorry to say
that it does require smarts
and dedication,
thats admitted too
so when it all fails
well buddy;
thats all on you
It could be the times
or maybe the vibes
but realistically dude
it's probably your crimes
of claiming to be an artist
without the talent
and the works your producing
seems off balance
And i know...
well isn't that swell;
i've met many "artists"
that i wanted in hell.
You're not an artist
if you butcher your art
and i'm sorry to say
that it does require smarts
and dedication,
thats admitted too
so when it all fails
well buddy;
thats all on you
It could be the times
or maybe the vibes
but realistically dude
it's probably your crimes
of claiming to be an artist
without the talent
and the works your producing
seems off balance
And i know...
604 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 9:00am
2nd Mar 2013 9:00am
Graffiti in another language
She spoke in a softer tone
then most,
Amber tendrils of
keratin kept in perfection.
i always asked
how she was, and she,
the actor she played,
would always put on
that bright smile
and thank you
routine;
i guess thats
what hooked me.
It wasn't the plethora
of durex boxes that
polluted my floor
like silverfish;
it was just more
mist lost in
a summer breeze.
Just as fragile
as unrecognised genius
with no temperament
of the artist;
Like graffiti
in another...
then most,
Amber tendrils of
keratin kept in perfection.
i always asked
how she was, and she,
the actor she played,
would always put on
that bright smile
and thank you
routine;
i guess thats
what hooked me.
It wasn't the plethora
of durex boxes that
polluted my floor
like silverfish;
it was just more
mist lost in
a summer breeze.
Just as fragile
as unrecognised genius
with no temperament
of the artist;
Like graffiti
in another...
679 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 5:33am
1st Mar 2013 5:33am
Looking through a telescope
The stars strained from
the ooze of the
universe
from a cosmic
sized honey
extractor
mostly
they're just
whipped infinitely
in all directions
Some go and make
their own paradise
Others get flung
into the sun
Some exploded prematurely
or get sucked into
black holes
Maybe if they're lucky
they could find
another stars orbit
and destroy each other
in some extravagant
execution
But it seems
only the lucky
ones get the right
conditions to
survive.
...
the ooze of the
universe
from a cosmic
sized honey
extractor
mostly
they're just
whipped infinitely
in all directions
Some go and make
their own paradise
Others get flung
into the sun
Some exploded prematurely
or get sucked into
black holes
Maybe if they're lucky
they could find
another stars orbit
and destroy each other
in some extravagant
execution
But it seems
only the lucky
ones get the right
conditions to
survive.
...
528 reads
1 Comment
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