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
28th Feb 2013 1:57am
28th Feb 2013 1:57am
Don't have much but i have punk rock and you.
Sitting, listening
to anarchy.
Holding your hand turns
to be the ultimate rebellion.
I've destroyed borders,
invaded colonies and
caused deforestations;
all in defiance,
but holding your hand
in the sea of people
and the rip of
the mosh,
is the ultimate
decadence of
defiance.
to anarchy.
Holding your hand turns
to be the ultimate rebellion.
I've destroyed borders,
invaded colonies and
caused deforestations;
all in defiance,
but holding your hand
in the sea of people
and the rip of
the mosh,
is the ultimate
decadence of
defiance.
750 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 1:45am
28th Feb 2013 1:45am
The void maketh and taketh away.
Would you destroy
yourself
just in order
to make
anything
of your life?
Could you be content
with the grief
you've brought on
just so you
could draw from it?
Pouring yourself
intro a drinkable
amount and
wait for
someone with
a thirst for
black comedy
and sadistic
cynicism
to drink
it in;
Not caring
if they care
and rather wishing
they didn't.
yourself
just in order
to make
anything
of your life?
Could you be content
with the grief
you've brought on
just so you
could draw from it?
Pouring yourself
intro a drinkable
amount and
wait for
someone with
a thirst for
black comedy
and sadistic
cynicism
to drink
it in;
Not caring
if they care
and rather wishing
they didn't.
607 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 10:47am
27th Feb 2013 10:47am
Shut the f**k up all vegans. (Really, an anger rant towards one person in particular that isn't apart of this website
681 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 4:01am
26th Feb 2013 4:01am
ring me if you need too, your voice is never enough
The warped space
in between us
lessens to
a degree
but it wasn't
like it was before
not just in
a physical sense
admittedly,
the number of atoms
and matter
between us is considerably
more, but more understandably
that is my fault, i guess
im a guesser, you
know that already
but when no one
presents the facts
i don't know whats
going on so i just
guess a lot; and
i've learnt time
after time educated
guesses often in
time progress to
be true. Well, i know
you'd of missed
the twisted sense...
in between us
lessens to
a degree
but it wasn't
like it was before
not just in
a physical sense
admittedly,
the number of atoms
and matter
between us is considerably
more, but more understandably
that is my fault, i guess
im a guesser, you
know that already
but when no one
presents the facts
i don't know whats
going on so i just
guess a lot; and
i've learnt time
after time educated
guesses often in
time progress to
be true. Well, i know
you'd of missed
the twisted sense...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 3:40am
26th Feb 2013 3:40am
The cynic, the wit, the optimist, the romantic and the observer.
Sitting there,
in a bar with
the aspiring
writers of
the next
generation,
I, W.L.W drinking
a vodka
mixed absinthe
the cynic
producing
piece after
piece, all
of the
same quality,
never really
varying
and then
there is
the romantic
K.M who
drinks a cider
and
writes
passionately,
whose
only flaw
was her
confidence,
the lack
of it,
she was
one to
write
and erase
write
and erase
while witty
C.R
drinks
a cup cake
cocktail...
in a bar with
the aspiring
writers of
the next
generation,
I, W.L.W drinking
a vodka
mixed absinthe
the cynic
producing
piece after
piece, all
of the
same quality,
never really
varying
and then
there is
the romantic
K.M who
drinks a cider
and
writes
passionately,
whose
only flaw
was her
confidence,
the lack
of it,
she was
one to
write
and erase
write
and erase
while witty
C.R
drinks
a cup cake
cocktail...
676 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 1:58pm
25th Feb 2013 1:58pm
A picture of a night with a girl i cant remember
We sat in a hotelroom hallway
with a thousand other
drunk kids passing
between us as
we sat and discussed poetry
and how cheap wine
went down just as
good as expensive wine
and abandonment;
like how it's just drowning
in silence and never feeling
relief, or better yet
a tree growing
in the centre of
a plain
Or getting caught
on a reef
when scuba
diving with
your friends
and they swim
away, unnoticed
to your pain.
so we went
to my hotel room
and drank
Long Island ice teas
and smoked...
with a thousand other
drunk kids passing
between us as
we sat and discussed poetry
and how cheap wine
went down just as
good as expensive wine
and abandonment;
like how it's just drowning
in silence and never feeling
relief, or better yet
a tree growing
in the centre of
a plain
Or getting caught
on a reef
when scuba
diving with
your friends
and they swim
away, unnoticed
to your pain.
so we went
to my hotel room
and drank
Long Island ice teas
and smoked...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 12:19pm
25th Feb 2013 12:19pm
Sitting at the pub on a rainy day.
I saw a magpie
walking through
a puddle, waiting
to devour the worms
that came out of
the dirt for
some air.
I can relate,
I know what its like
having to exploit
others for
a living.
walking through
a puddle, waiting
to devour the worms
that came out of
the dirt for
some air.
I can relate,
I know what its like
having to exploit
others for
a living.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 3:46am
25th Feb 2013 3:46am
they will be my dreams again.
I want those
breathless
nights back,
the tension
in the air,
lip biting
anxiety,
you purring
my name
as i gasped
in your soul
The plethora
of melted
diamonds
pouring
out of
you
as the
pearlescent
grease
hits your chest
like atomic
bombs
The rumpled
bedsheets
and the dirtiness
that never felt
dirty
and the love
that felt all too real
breathless
nights back,
the tension
in the air,
lip biting
anxiety,
you purring
my name
as i gasped
in your soul
The plethora
of melted
diamonds
pouring
out of
you
as the
pearlescent
grease
hits your chest
like atomic
bombs
The rumpled
bedsheets
and the dirtiness
that never felt
dirty
and the love
that felt all too real
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 3:32am
25th Feb 2013 3:32am
Dancing to cypress
Happiness is smoking
a freshly rolled
blunt with a
vanilla flavour
filter and
the weed is
sativa, not
indica and you
and your girlfriend
get really high
and start writing
dada's about
narwhals
or it's like
riding a roller
coaster when
your ten with
your favourite
cartoon character
and he's like
your manga
warped wingman
who finally tells you
that lisa leslie, the hottest
middle schooler
in your school
likes you
just as your about
to do a sick
loop-de-loop
it's...
a freshly rolled
blunt with a
vanilla flavour
filter and
the weed is
sativa, not
indica and you
and your girlfriend
get really high
and start writing
dada's about
narwhals
or it's like
riding a roller
coaster when
your ten with
your favourite
cartoon character
and he's like
your manga
warped wingman
who finally tells you
that lisa leslie, the hottest
middle schooler
in your school
likes you
just as your about
to do a sick
loop-de-loop
it's...
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 11:56am
24th Feb 2013 11:56am
Hunter
A notched doorframe
covered in child like writing
and drawings unhindered
by the idea of judgement
was left in the house
we grow up in
Paint stains on
the floorboards
from the time you
begged me to
paint your space
marines with you
and your drawers full of
hand made birthday
cards, kids t shirts
and get well cards
written by kids
unknowing to the
limitations of
modern medicine.
And so many pokemon cards,
whenever i move something
theres always a million
pokemon cards ...
covered in child like writing
and drawings unhindered
by the idea of judgement
was left in the house
we grow up in
Paint stains on
the floorboards
from the time you
begged me to
paint your space
marines with you
and your drawers full of
hand made birthday
cards, kids t shirts
and get well cards
written by kids
unknowing to the
limitations of
modern medicine.
And so many pokemon cards,
whenever i move something
theres always a million
pokemon cards ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 3:07am
24th Feb 2013 3:07am
I've got a black eye now.
the same blue hair
with the same blue eyes
and the same lips,
oh fuck those lips.
the lips left the same
imprints that she
did. She worked the
shaft exactly the same,
tracing her tongue
down the tip of my foreskin
to border of
my sack and cock.
Her hair was a tussle
of rags too,
and the same noise
came from her mouth
when i pulled her hair
to arch her neck back
and the same moans
came out as i hit the
soft flesh of her ass.
The same hips, like
two little butterfly wings
draped in shining...
with the same blue eyes
and the same lips,
oh fuck those lips.
the lips left the same
imprints that she
did. She worked the
shaft exactly the same,
tracing her tongue
down the tip of my foreskin
to border of
my sack and cock.
Her hair was a tussle
of rags too,
and the same noise
came from her mouth
when i pulled her hair
to arch her neck back
and the same moans
came out as i hit the
soft flesh of her ass.
The same hips, like
two little butterfly wings
draped in shining...
669 reads
1 Comment
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