Submissions by Mo57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2009 2:23am
9th Nov 2009 2:23am
Now and then
I walk with you freely but you must ignore my limp,
I ran too fast as a child and the damage I live with.
I’m not sure why you ask; but I believe it was worth it.
I saw the world whilst you dreamt and now I savour its beauty.
It has probably made me a look a little older for my age, no?
I can live with this;
it gives me character, no?
The simple things in life I adore,
A cool night,
And smoke rings made that last into the stars.
Reading about the Berlin wall whilst listening to Simon and Garfunkel,
I hate the way I well,...
I ran too fast as a child and the damage I live with.
I’m not sure why you ask; but I believe it was worth it.
I saw the world whilst you dreamt and now I savour its beauty.
It has probably made me a look a little older for my age, no?
I can live with this;
it gives me character, no?
The simple things in life I adore,
A cool night,
And smoke rings made that last into the stars.
Reading about the Berlin wall whilst listening to Simon and Garfunkel,
I hate the way I well,...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Nov 2009 1:50am
4th Nov 2009 1:50am
I didn't get it right
I will take the blame,
As the never ending story petered,
Love with images of white shattered and so tears reflected a million times.
I will say I was wrong,
The naivety I loved was menaced by my manipulation
Words branded on soul left searing as it rose to find new heights.
I always shared my trust,
As nothing else will deepen a falls worth,
Even hate stands more chance as emotion is there to challenge.
I lost your trust,
As we believed in chance, this fact made you think all things,
It’s not the fruit from the seed of doubt to...
As the never ending story petered,
Love with images of white shattered and so tears reflected a million times.
I will say I was wrong,
The naivety I loved was menaced by my manipulation
Words branded on soul left searing as it rose to find new heights.
I always shared my trust,
As nothing else will deepen a falls worth,
Even hate stands more chance as emotion is there to challenge.
I lost your trust,
As we believed in chance, this fact made you think all things,
It’s not the fruit from the seed of doubt to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2009 00:51am
3rd Nov 2009 00:51am
Hold my hand
Please, please hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Please, please stand by my side
By my side
By my side
By my side
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Please, please don’t start to cry
Start to cry
Start to cry
By my side
By my side
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Please, please don’t push away
Push away
Push away
As you cry
By my side
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Blood falls, as you scratch my face...
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Please, please stand by my side
By my side
By my side
By my side
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Please, please don’t start to cry
Start to cry
Start to cry
By my side
By my side
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Please, please don’t push away
Push away
Push away
As you cry
By my side
Hold my hand
Hold my hand.
Blood falls, as you scratch my face...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2009 1:11am
2nd Nov 2009 1:11am
Ode to Row II
Run run and grab your coat
Daddy’s being mean.
Scarily Scarily Scarily Scarily
He’s found out where we've been.
Daddy’s being mean.
Scarily Scarily Scarily Scarily
He’s found out where we've been.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2009 00:32am
2nd Nov 2009 00:32am
Your part
Did they ever tell you, your part to play?
As a child smile,
Adult work hard,
Get old gracefully.
In-between important choices you live with until the end of your day.
Questioning your part?
Then you’re so near the start,
The first rule is just do so no matter what age,
As long as you do question and disengage.
Now take a good look at the things that you see,
Controlled images declaring you’re free,
Or the people who worship this God T.V.
It’s Bible; brain dead stories,
It’s prophets celebrity.
Now take a good look...
As a child smile,
Adult work hard,
Get old gracefully.
In-between important choices you live with until the end of your day.
Questioning your part?
Then you’re so near the start,
The first rule is just do so no matter what age,
As long as you do question and disengage.
Now take a good look at the things that you see,
Controlled images declaring you’re free,
Or the people who worship this God T.V.
It’s Bible; brain dead stories,
It’s prophets celebrity.
Now take a good look...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Oct 2009 1:09am
31st Oct 2009 1:09am
Taken
A mellow haunting through my days,
The decrepit hum of memories washed down with Merlot from Mendoza,
Two glasses, only one ever drank from,
As dreams fortified for war rain down into cracks that gasp; astonished by kisses sent from heaven.
Scratch at my will,
It is threadbare and so unsightly that its distorted figure I no longer recognise,
If I were only man to act; I would break the crack and finish this here day,
A signature made; like a forget-me-not’s plea,
Unaware to be alone and blaming all until reunited,
Proof quiet voices can be heard, so I...
The decrepit hum of memories washed down with Merlot from Mendoza,
Two glasses, only one ever drank from,
As dreams fortified for war rain down into cracks that gasp; astonished by kisses sent from heaven.
Scratch at my will,
It is threadbare and so unsightly that its distorted figure I no longer recognise,
If I were only man to act; I would break the crack and finish this here day,
A signature made; like a forget-me-not’s plea,
Unaware to be alone and blaming all until reunited,
Proof quiet voices can be heard, so I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2009 8:21am
22nd Oct 2009 8:21am
Pass me by
Life passes horribly
by
bye
to years in which I can make an impact
to
too
late to start with dreams
new
knew
I should have tried not like the
rest –
rest
on their arses but I also gave
up -
up
and away; I could’ve touched the
sun –
“Son”,
my dad would’ve said, “I love
you” –
“you
are not my son” I got
instead –
in steadfast
acknowledgement, I wiped a
tear –
tear
at my perforated heart as I can’t live like this anymore.
BOO HOO!
Who in this world have
I? ...
by
bye
to years in which I can make an impact
to
too
late to start with dreams
new
knew
I should have tried not like the
rest –
rest
on their arses but I also gave
up -
up
and away; I could’ve touched the
sun –
“Son”,
my dad would’ve said, “I love
you” –
“you
are not my son” I got
instead –
in steadfast
acknowledgement, I wiped a
tear –
tear
at my perforated heart as I can’t live like this anymore.
BOO HOO!
Who in this world have
I? ...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Oct 2009 10:20am
19th Oct 2009 10:20am
Makers revenge
You show me God in your work,
as if mine isn’t good enough,
then you pray to God that next time i don’t kill you.
I said look up, you peasant martyr,
of all the things I am here to be at loss with,
you do not surprise me,
take your sticks, make a cross and save me a job.
Look, with smiles or frowns and pleasures
The last time your hand was laid flat please?
The last time your reach was greater than the arm supporting you?
My weapon is blood,
I will bleed you.
as if mine isn’t good enough,
then you pray to God that next time i don’t kill you.
I said look up, you peasant martyr,
of all the things I am here to be at loss with,
you do not surprise me,
take your sticks, make a cross and save me a job.
Look, with smiles or frowns and pleasures
The last time your hand was laid flat please?
The last time your reach was greater than the arm supporting you?
My weapon is blood,
I will bleed you.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2009 9:50am
19th Oct 2009 9:50am
Just a peck
A silent touch made possible,
your erect hair against my skin,
the perfume floating as I inhale,
a taste of preparation.
My doughy eyed look blankets insecurities your lipstick shields I’m sure,
as toes touch, flush
and our bodies push
fingers blend like confiture.
The nape seems so sensitive; as I anoint my nose – you laugh,
eyelashes flicker,
brace
and slowly dance,
as we open up on three.
To get so close, we push away,
but as children grasp;
our hands are one,
as the see-saw tips us back from dreams,...
your erect hair against my skin,
the perfume floating as I inhale,
a taste of preparation.
My doughy eyed look blankets insecurities your lipstick shields I’m sure,
as toes touch, flush
and our bodies push
fingers blend like confiture.
The nape seems so sensitive; as I anoint my nose – you laugh,
eyelashes flicker,
brace
and slowly dance,
as we open up on three.
To get so close, we push away,
but as children grasp;
our hands are one,
as the see-saw tips us back from dreams,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2009 8:48am
17th Oct 2009 8:48am
Evil Subtlety
Its evil is in subtlety,
Behind what the mind’s eye can deem,
It’s presence pure like virgin blood,
Untouched and so not seen.
The creak you know your room doesn’t make,
The shadow falling fast,
The seconds of panic you don’t expect,
And time that was meant to last.
The ease you feel; in the dark,
Gone bad as you grasp you’re alone,
The knowledge of been miles away,
But feeling like it’s home.
The kindness you give a stranger,
As you know it makes you feel good,
Translucent feelings you think you hide,
Stopping the...
Behind what the mind’s eye can deem,
It’s presence pure like virgin blood,
Untouched and so not seen.
The creak you know your room doesn’t make,
The shadow falling fast,
The seconds of panic you don’t expect,
And time that was meant to last.
The ease you feel; in the dark,
Gone bad as you grasp you’re alone,
The knowledge of been miles away,
But feeling like it’s home.
The kindness you give a stranger,
As you know it makes you feel good,
Translucent feelings you think you hide,
Stopping the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2009 12:13pm
12th Oct 2009 12:13pm
lay
"What shape from those clouds have you made?"
A tear falling into a spoon?
I cherish to ask her
but
I keep quiet;
our itching; I prefer.
I long to touch that pale white skin,
her serene breathing,
replaced with sweat and scratches.
my thoughts to become her reality,
to kick the drugs.......
but keep the wondering.
I do wonder. My mind it wonders. I'm wondering now.
Probably right not to break the silence,
a costly mistake,
fortitude is in silence;
I’m...
A tear falling into a spoon?
I cherish to ask her
but
I keep quiet;
our itching; I prefer.
I long to touch that pale white skin,
her serene breathing,
replaced with sweat and scratches.
my thoughts to become her reality,
to kick the drugs.......
but keep the wondering.
I do wonder. My mind it wonders. I'm wondering now.
Probably right not to break the silence,
a costly mistake,
fortitude is in silence;
I’m...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Sep 2009 5:34am
29th Sep 2009 5:34am
Response
It’ a race against time
For the retort I need to make,
My mind moves through the gears,
But I’m coursing with spite and so words evade me,
I just know I have to hurt in reply.
I shift my weight to the right,
And hold onto the counter,
So you can’t see my trembling arm,
Frustration swelling from the impact I have to make,
Fusing with my frustration of you.
A test noise,
A sample of my fury,
A high pitch reconnaissance,
A detoxification of my vocal nerves,
A cough to hide it.
I shoot a look that seems to resonate,...
For the retort I need to make,
My mind moves through the gears,
But I’m coursing with spite and so words evade me,
I just know I have to hurt in reply.
I shift my weight to the right,
And hold onto the counter,
So you can’t see my trembling arm,
Frustration swelling from the impact I have to make,
Fusing with my frustration of you.
A test noise,
A sample of my fury,
A high pitch reconnaissance,
A detoxification of my vocal nerves,
A cough to hide it.
I shoot a look that seems to resonate,...
766 reads
1 Comment
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