Submissions by Mo57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2010 4:05am
19th Apr 2010 4:05am
The day we disagreed
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2010 2:26am
17th Apr 2010 2:26am
Damed loving
If ever you knew the village of the damned,
tonight was the night you pushed out the boat,
And smoked
And was way above kind folk
And were scared by us people,
us damn joke.
The lines you lay for us, that weave, a magic unseen, a truth; believed, a life not actually understanding home, or more so; pitying.
If you ever knew our place and space; I suppose pace and at that,
face,
then you to I, as I to you; a picture of drooling hate, or maybe fun?
You would turn to help me battle ignorance on our travels
but the face was that of a twat.
...
tonight was the night you pushed out the boat,
And smoked
And was way above kind folk
And were scared by us people,
us damn joke.
The lines you lay for us, that weave, a magic unseen, a truth; believed, a life not actually understanding home, or more so; pitying.
If you ever knew our place and space; I suppose pace and at that,
face,
then you to I, as I to you; a picture of drooling hate, or maybe fun?
You would turn to help me battle ignorance on our travels
but the face was that of a twat.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2010 11:25pm
30th Mar 2010 11:25pm
Before the season change
I lay face down in the grass,
we evolve,
this is what we do,
as life,
that tinkers on a world's fabric,
ironed with continuing religion or fame,
both are wrong.
Cherry Blossom bloom, intense;such stealingsun,
as leaf unfurls to yawn into the spring,
I find myself consumed with excuse of fantasy within existence,
sad that we are not small enough to be desired to be found,
passé beings impotent to inspire or impress,
specie evolving to produce more;
waste
and destroy the sense of space,
God resides galaxies away.
But I...
we evolve,
this is what we do,
as life,
that tinkers on a world's fabric,
ironed with continuing religion or fame,
both are wrong.
Cherry Blossom bloom, intense;such stealingsun,
as leaf unfurls to yawn into the spring,
I find myself consumed with excuse of fantasy within existence,
sad that we are not small enough to be desired to be found,
passé beings impotent to inspire or impress,
specie evolving to produce more;
waste
and destroy the sense of space,
God resides galaxies away.
But I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2010 5:39am
14th Mar 2010 5:39am
The boat
We three left on that boat;
that night.
Only I returned.
Junkie Sea salt bags of tears
Teachings taught; so mustI learn.
My clarity at bon voyage,
you two lolling about,
I pushed us off,
my dearest friends,
not knowing to return,
without.
Together;
you pushed me down,
I spoilt beneath the waves,
the further we sailed,
the less you became,
it should have been;
my grave.
I started a conversation,
to reminisce our time,
I knew you deeply,
in so many ways,
until now
and...
that night.
Only I returned.
Junkie Sea salt bags of tears
Teachings taught; so mustI learn.
My clarity at bon voyage,
you two lolling about,
I pushed us off,
my dearest friends,
not knowing to return,
without.
Together;
you pushed me down,
I spoilt beneath the waves,
the further we sailed,
the less you became,
it should have been;
my grave.
I started a conversation,
to reminisce our time,
I knew you deeply,
in so many ways,
until now
and...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2010 1:21am
11th Mar 2010 1:21am
Be me
Remedy me,
The ills of thee,
Vanquished hope, return; my plea.
Wrap me,
Inside of thee,
Copying shimmers, help; shine free.
Mirror me,
My pain by thee,
Both crying aloud, your eye to see.
You be me,
I crave to be,
thee,
So you walk my wasteland,
As I dream I’m free.
The ills of thee,
Vanquished hope, return; my plea.
Wrap me,
Inside of thee,
Copying shimmers, help; shine free.
Mirror me,
My pain by thee,
Both crying aloud, your eye to see.
You be me,
I crave to be,
thee,
So you walk my wasteland,
As I dream I’m free.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2010 9:29pm
6th Mar 2010 9:29pm
Little patterns
Little patterns we make; breathe out our soul,
subconscious footprints,
washed away,
by population,
but how very scared we are to acknowledge our tread is light,
our balance altered by those who care not,
about shoe size,or stride,
but risk the very fabric we sacredly will not stretch,
as a mere tear would pave the road to hades,
but not amongst these men, the men of future, of science, of immortal thought,
they test the very affliction of substance,
and with it make the line, that we must toe,
they unravel in simplicity,
what pattern, what...
subconscious footprints,
washed away,
by population,
but how very scared we are to acknowledge our tread is light,
our balance altered by those who care not,
about shoe size,or stride,
but risk the very fabric we sacredly will not stretch,
as a mere tear would pave the road to hades,
but not amongst these men, the men of future, of science, of immortal thought,
they test the very affliction of substance,
and with it make the line, that we must toe,
they unravel in simplicity,
what pattern, what...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2010 3:41am
1st Mar 2010 3:41am
Little lady
Guuur
ish
u
ritch
urnot
my itch
Pure grit
no lass
worthher
skirt
‘original’
Ur dranking
Red rag
thatbull
shitIs bad
inside her ring
so diamondwhite
you are not the little thing I unequivocally called my lady, my beautiful, beautiful, friend.
ish
u
ritch
urnot
my itch
Pure grit
no lass
worthher
skirt
‘original’
Ur dranking
Red rag
thatbull
shitIs bad
inside her ring
so diamondwhite
you are not the little thing I unequivocally called my lady, my beautiful, beautiful, friend.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2010 5:09am
27th Feb 2010 5:09am
That boy of mine
He was awkward in every situation
and he passed this onto his son,
always looking on the dark side,
life less ho than hum.
The father had his values and the son, he learnt a lot,
mirrored by those with similar hates,
the rest
could
fuckin
rot.
They shared a single passion,
where that youth was brought to work
and lemonades were passed by drunks,
I smiled,
she frowned,
he smirked.
That boy had jobs that made a man,
hissweat
and blood
and tears,
and sought perfection in daddy’s eyes,
through...
and he passed this onto his son,
always looking on the dark side,
life less ho than hum.
The father had his values and the son, he learnt a lot,
mirrored by those with similar hates,
the rest
could
fuckin
rot.
They shared a single passion,
where that youth was brought to work
and lemonades were passed by drunks,
I smiled,
she frowned,
he smirked.
That boy had jobs that made a man,
hissweat
and blood
and tears,
and sought perfection in daddy’s eyes,
through...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2010 3:12am
13th Feb 2010 3:12am
Idle
Ideology:
Obedient
stars
offering
guidance
the sun,
the moon,
the clouds.
Karmas honesty
inspires
a
better
life,
I just want
to
make
people
proud.
Ideology:
Let people factor in the same as above but from bed.
Obedient
stars
offering
guidance
the sun,
the moon,
the clouds.
Karmas honesty
inspires
a
better
life,
I just want
to
make
people
proud.
Ideology:
Let people factor in the same as above but from bed.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 4:00am
7th Feb 2010 4:00am
A little bit of what you know
Tempers flaired
Fists screamed through air,
Skin under nails,
Scalp missing hair,
Words dripped spit,
Hate joined then split,
Neither blinked
As you said “fuck this shit”
Fists screamed through air,
Skin under nails,
Scalp missing hair,
Words dripped spit,
Hate joined then split,
Neither blinked
As you said “fuck this shit”
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 3:19am
7th Feb 2010 3:19am
Labyrinth
I only wish you what words I couldn’t have,
and dreams your own can’t beat,
holding hands where people stare with tongue,
gripping harder when we meet.
I paw and grieve at time we had,
since the last earth flung and since,
I tr-tr-trickled in your mind with teeth,
you raped my labyrinth.
The entrance purr’s for show I know,
it’s elegance perfuse,
the middle’s shit,
blindly wondering straight;
the ending; bar obtuse.
I’m lost, I’m lost, I’m fucking lost,
these devious hedges are tall*,
my mind your heart, we loved,...
and dreams your own can’t beat,
holding hands where people stare with tongue,
gripping harder when we meet.
I paw and grieve at time we had,
since the last earth flung and since,
I tr-tr-trickled in your mind with teeth,
you raped my labyrinth.
The entrance purr’s for show I know,
it’s elegance perfuse,
the middle’s shit,
blindly wondering straight;
the ending; bar obtuse.
I’m lost, I’m lost, I’m fucking lost,
these devious hedges are tall*,
my mind your heart, we loved,...
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