Submissions by Mo57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2010 1:21am
2nd Feb 2010 1:21am
And...Action!
I even laughed,
in the end.
Facing the mirror and wiping the tears,
like I was auditioning for a film,
where I had been hurt or something to that effect.
Hurt and broken,
confused, unstable,
drained and damaged,
and sad,
how very, very sad.
I think I got the part.
in the end.
Facing the mirror and wiping the tears,
like I was auditioning for a film,
where I had been hurt or something to that effect.
Hurt and broken,
confused, unstable,
drained and damaged,
and sad,
how very, very sad.
I think I got the part.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2010 8:18pm
20th Jan 2010 8:18pm
Keep me keeping on
Help me,
cradle my bones and keep my shape,
teach me less faltering ways.
Release;
only when I can row us both ashore,
even if the waves touch heavens.
Embellish the beauty of life,
and share with me only once; so it may seep into my dreams, to cause merry havoc with ethereal hurt.
Vanquish lonely memories.
Offer rebirth with your kiss.
Breath;
deeply as to pull me in,
so I can share your heart.
cradle my bones and keep my shape,
teach me less faltering ways.
Release;
only when I can row us both ashore,
even if the waves touch heavens.
Embellish the beauty of life,
and share with me only once; so it may seep into my dreams, to cause merry havoc with ethereal hurt.
Vanquish lonely memories.
Offer rebirth with your kiss.
Breath;
deeply as to pull me in,
so I can share your heart.
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Jan 2010 1:27am
15th Jan 2010 1:27am
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzz
As my eyelids shut up shop,
Dame Judie Dench, retracts and seems lost,
silence falling; as I fall.
Words; fleeting symmetry of connection, puzzle,
images concocted from this,
repent my tongues regret.
I am too big or too small, I think, to fly,
or swim,
I’m always against the tide,
I run,
or crawl,
avoid light and dark,
to find a place to hide.
In this realm there are no rights.
Mother lashes my soul with tongue,
in a playground too large,
where smiles are short,
sadness long,
where friends don’t...
Dame Judie Dench, retracts and seems lost,
silence falling; as I fall.
Words; fleeting symmetry of connection, puzzle,
images concocted from this,
repent my tongues regret.
I am too big or too small, I think, to fly,
or swim,
I’m always against the tide,
I run,
or crawl,
avoid light and dark,
to find a place to hide.
In this realm there are no rights.
Mother lashes my soul with tongue,
in a playground too large,
where smiles are short,
sadness long,
where friends don’t...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2010 10:41pm
14th Jan 2010 10:41pm
My town
Outrageous stormy thoughts in faces of thunder,
thorny attitudes imprisoning aspirations of common sense,
violent cheers of tequila slammed; lemon a sweetener to their bitter ways,
words I hear and once recognised; from triangle women and rectangle men,
pushing tender joys, yet unshaped.
Grimy smiles read as ignorance is bliss,
disdain of difference; folded delicacy over ice until solid peaks are formed,
nemow, nem,
they’re a bit backward here,
primary purpose unknown,
gold filled smile of success knows best,
a humour that can glamour,
like the...
thorny attitudes imprisoning aspirations of common sense,
violent cheers of tequila slammed; lemon a sweetener to their bitter ways,
words I hear and once recognised; from triangle women and rectangle men,
pushing tender joys, yet unshaped.
Grimy smiles read as ignorance is bliss,
disdain of difference; folded delicacy over ice until solid peaks are formed,
nemow, nem,
they’re a bit backward here,
primary purpose unknown,
gold filled smile of success knows best,
a humour that can glamour,
like the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2009 1:41am
25th Dec 2009 1:41am
I still face you
I turn and turn but still face you, eye to eye to what we’ve been through, no lines to say what words we threw; we’ve done the things we’ve done,
were meant to do.
I only dance to songs I know and my laughter comes in bursts it’s true; emotional response,
I know,
I’m slow.
Silent.
Wrong.
Mcavity got my tongue.
I turn and turn but still face you, eyes red with pain and anger from the love I sold, temper temper, I’ve been told;
how could we grow and live ‘till old?
Feelings dug deep, made roots and grew, I sidled around knowledge...
were meant to do.
I only dance to songs I know and my laughter comes in bursts it’s true; emotional response,
I know,
I’m slow.
Silent.
Wrong.
Mcavity got my tongue.
I turn and turn but still face you, eyes red with pain and anger from the love I sold, temper temper, I’ve been told;
how could we grow and live ‘till old?
Feelings dug deep, made roots and grew, I sidled around knowledge...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Dec 2009 2:25am
14th Dec 2009 2:25am
A little steam
I just don’t want to sit here going fucking mental,
Trying to force tears as to relieve stress or hope,
But fucking stressing because I can’t cry.
I don’t really want tomorrow, as tomorrow suspiciously turns into today and today was the same as yesterday, you add the tomorrows becoming today’s and you have weeks, then months and I don’t even want to talk about the years, which I can only distinguish through other people’s lives.
I keep expecting to wake up in the 80’s; as I’m working my arse off to live in poverty, I saw a ration card on Ebay the other day and...
Trying to force tears as to relieve stress or hope,
But fucking stressing because I can’t cry.
I don’t really want tomorrow, as tomorrow suspiciously turns into today and today was the same as yesterday, you add the tomorrows becoming today’s and you have weeks, then months and I don’t even want to talk about the years, which I can only distinguish through other people’s lives.
I keep expecting to wake up in the 80’s; as I’m working my arse off to live in poverty, I saw a ration card on Ebay the other day and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2009 1:47am
12th Dec 2009 1:47am
If you say
If you say, that you like me;
I might just like you too.
If you say, that you like me;
I’ll admit that I adore you.
If you say, that you miss me;
The Lonely Hearts Club, will have two.
If you say, that you miss me;
I will run to you.
If you say, that you trust me;
Your heart, I won’t break.
If you say, that you trust me;
The same promise I will make.
If you say, that you want me,
I’d close my eyes, to resist.
If you say, that you want me;
I’d take no blame after we kissed.
If you say, that you love me;...
I might just like you too.
If you say, that you like me;
I’ll admit that I adore you.
If you say, that you miss me;
The Lonely Hearts Club, will have two.
If you say, that you miss me;
I will run to you.
If you say, that you trust me;
Your heart, I won’t break.
If you say, that you trust me;
The same promise I will make.
If you say, that you want me,
I’d close my eyes, to resist.
If you say, that you want me;
I’d take no blame after we kissed.
If you say, that you love me;...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2009 1:56am
11th Dec 2009 1:56am
Where now?
Where is my yellow brick road?
My trail of bread?
Or writing in the sand?
Where is my guiding light?
My star?
Or friend to hold my hand?
Where is my flashing neon sign?
My flare?
Or map to find my way?
Where is my courage?
My belief?
Or the instinct of yesterday?
There was clarity in my future
But time has sipped it all.
Mirrors placed around me,
Echoing my fall.
You really are alone in life,
I feel I will die on my sword,
But I will do it on my time,
And of my own accord.
My trail of bread?
Or writing in the sand?
Where is my guiding light?
My star?
Or friend to hold my hand?
Where is my flashing neon sign?
My flare?
Or map to find my way?
Where is my courage?
My belief?
Or the instinct of yesterday?
There was clarity in my future
But time has sipped it all.
Mirrors placed around me,
Echoing my fall.
You really are alone in life,
I feel I will die on my sword,
But I will do it on my time,
And of my own accord.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
9th Dec 2009 9:58pm
9th Dec 2009 9:58pm
Living for the day
Wo Wo Wo Wooo
Wo Wo wooo
Woe is right
You’d have hated me to carry on
But more to let you know
The once full sun bled from our lives
Then the stars shone; it was gone
We joked about our future
And you to be my wife
I still remember you in my room, you entering my life.
Ripping down my posters
to take away your pain
breaking all my figurines
we’ll feign to be the same.
These four walls held tight our world
But I forget what that means
Left numb; staring into space, a jigsaw
of posters............
Posters...
Wo Wo wooo
Woe is right
You’d have hated me to carry on
But more to let you know
The once full sun bled from our lives
Then the stars shone; it was gone
We joked about our future
And you to be my wife
I still remember you in my room, you entering my life.
Ripping down my posters
to take away your pain
breaking all my figurines
we’ll feign to be the same.
These four walls held tight our world
But I forget what that means
Left numb; staring into space, a jigsaw
of posters............
Posters...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2009 8:09pm
18th Nov 2009 8:09pm
Morgim Beach best love hand shake
One beach,
So mild,
Oh it lasted,
A while.
The beach,
The smile,
It stretched,
For miles.
So mild,
Oh it lasted,
A while.
The beach,
The smile,
It stretched,
For miles.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2009 7:52pm
18th Nov 2009 7:52pm
Goa with love
We really felt it right?
Looking down my arm makes the beach small right!
Like when you nipped off and I knew his huddy n shorts were tight!
Right?
Coz we aren’t the same since you went to the fire with him, that night,
That night.
Goan beaches and love right?
Drinks as tall as your arm right!
I drank more than him,
Yet with all my might!
I weren’t right,
That night,
Still don’t know,
What’s right?
I spat on the his bonfire right!
It dowsed but I had a light,
I will burn you too,
Fucking right,
My light....
Looking down my arm makes the beach small right!
Like when you nipped off and I knew his huddy n shorts were tight!
Right?
Coz we aren’t the same since you went to the fire with him, that night,
That night.
Goan beaches and love right?
Drinks as tall as your arm right!
I drank more than him,
Yet with all my might!
I weren’t right,
That night,
Still don’t know,
What’s right?
I spat on the his bonfire right!
It dowsed but I had a light,
I will burn you too,
Fucking right,
My light....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 2:24am
12th Nov 2009 2:24am
Great night
Kissing, joking,
underage smoking,
boozing, cruising,
virginity losing,
dancing, fighting,
outdoor lighting,
triple shots, smoke rings,
we are the Kings.
Short skirts, tights pants,
underwear from France,
crushed pills,
big lines,
feeling great,
all fine.
Poker
poke her,
minds dirty and obscure,
lip stick,
my dick,
u
r
well
fit.
Great ass,
hugh tits,
flashing me,
what wit,
note rolled,
Charlie out,
let’s make a line,
no doubt.
Big eyes,
bigger moves,
grinding me,...
underage smoking,
boozing, cruising,
virginity losing,
dancing, fighting,
outdoor lighting,
triple shots, smoke rings,
we are the Kings.
Short skirts, tights pants,
underwear from France,
crushed pills,
big lines,
feeling great,
all fine.
Poker
poke her,
minds dirty and obscure,
lip stick,
my dick,
u
r
well
fit.
Great ass,
hugh tits,
flashing me,
what wit,
note rolled,
Charlie out,
let’s make a line,
no doubt.
Big eyes,
bigger moves,
grinding me,...
879 reads
3 Comments
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