Submissions by Mo57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 10:09am
3rd Jun 2018 10:09am
Damien and Al
Today, be the best end of age,
Until I was an uncle we swore like a battleaxe,
So I could know. Damn, I wanted u to be the death of me.
My confidence, my confident, adulation in my alcoholism, my dirt and proud, my dearest, how can we depart, my soldier, mi amigo, my brain and my opinions, my favourite thing I ever met, my dancer in the dark, my travel guide, of spiritual texts, the who, never hid so I could not find, my shame, my sorrow, my new lease, my grip, my focus, to make me focued, yet abandons, my fun, my nearest and my dearest, my philosophers stone,...
Until I was an uncle we swore like a battleaxe,
So I could know. Damn, I wanted u to be the death of me.
My confidence, my confident, adulation in my alcoholism, my dirt and proud, my dearest, how can we depart, my soldier, mi amigo, my brain and my opinions, my favourite thing I ever met, my dancer in the dark, my travel guide, of spiritual texts, the who, never hid so I could not find, my shame, my sorrow, my new lease, my grip, my focus, to make me focued, yet abandons, my fun, my nearest and my dearest, my philosophers stone,...
#men
#alcohol
#humankind
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 4:43am
3rd Jun 2018 4:43am
My very first poem on this site..thought id up...before this started but on here...well my very first poem on here......
Club HeavenClub Heaven
Three walls are built around us also a door and a gap - and dim light,
Inside our bodies wrapped together;
injecting life into the night,
Quietly rushing to come up behind you, as I finally take flight.
Tranquillity is beholden, your smile with matching glaze, our body’s tighten in delight, our mind’s our body’s’ maze.
A guide has come to take us, their feet beneath the door,
I feel my body floating;
I’m suspended from the floor,
What bright light flashes in front...
Three walls are built around us also a door and a gap - and dim light,
Inside our bodies wrapped together;
injecting life into the night,
Quietly rushing to come up behind you, as I finally take flight.
Tranquillity is beholden, your smile with matching glaze, our body’s tighten in delight, our mind’s our body’s’ maze.
A guide has come to take us, their feet beneath the door,
I feel my body floating;
I’m suspended from the floor,
What bright light flashes in front...
#drugs
459 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2018 5:49pm
16th May 2018 5:49pm
Peaceful
It's ever so peaceful around here,
But those birds, are they birds,
*Errm the Canadian geese?
Well they're flying disease.
*But it's lovely by the reservoir, no?
As long as them cows fuck off,
* They're horses
Cow, horse, I fucking know, four legs.
* And the sun, my err love?
Well that's all about killing us when you think about it.
* Done
But those birds, are they birds,
*Errm the Canadian geese?
Well they're flying disease.
*But it's lovely by the reservoir, no?
As long as them cows fuck off,
* They're horses
Cow, horse, I fucking know, four legs.
* And the sun, my err love?
Well that's all about killing us when you think about it.
* Done
#sun
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2018 11:16pm
5th May 2018 11:16pm
the woman in me
I'm standing tall in amongst the tree,
Norma Jeane Mortenson,
is the wind of branches lashing down on me,
i can't complain.
Norma Jeane Mortenson,
is the wind of branches lashing down on me,
i can't complain.
#UnrequitedLove
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2018 1:02am
20th Mar 2018 1:02am
20 seconds thought
Coz when I’m calling Him up, as He died on a cross,
and He starts telling,
As my friend he's betrayed all my trust,
So I stand up,
acknowledge His word,
He said,
but I set mine up, as I'm a showMan,
so I can’t compare worth.
and He starts telling,
As my friend he's betrayed all my trust,
So I stand up,
acknowledge His word,
He said,
but I set mine up, as I'm a showMan,
so I can’t compare worth.
#earth
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2018 8:57pm
1st Feb 2018 8:57pm
not titled yet.
She is love and enchanted dreams,
But as I stumble with life,
To try and hide - nothing but problems,
I create
And hear her in our chambers cry,
To bury the screams of anger inside -
That I made.
Her everything makes more my whole,
I have moments -
She would admit when I am good,
I'm her all,
But these times are fewer and she is starting to know -
My only fear - he may not be the one, and that without me she'll grow.
She is still and feels, ...
But as I stumble with life,
To try and hide - nothing but problems,
I create
And hear her in our chambers cry,
To bury the screams of anger inside -
That I made.
Her everything makes more my whole,
I have moments -
She would admit when I am good,
I'm her all,
But these times are fewer and she is starting to know -
My only fear - he may not be the one, and that without me she'll grow.
She is still and feels, ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2018 7:54pm
1st Feb 2018 7:54pm
feel
I feel the pain,
i feel the evil,
i feel the good,
in abandoned silence.
I feel the dark,
i feel the hum,
i feel the news,
when bad is done.
I feel the living,
I feel the lost,
I feel vacant eyes,
and mis placed love.
I feel the city,
I feel birth,
I feel decay,
and others worth.
I feel the past,
I feel hope,
I feel the untenable,
probably that the most.
I feel the cowards,
I feel the kings,
I feel corruption,
with corrupted...
i feel the evil,
i feel the good,
in abandoned silence.
I feel the dark,
i feel the hum,
i feel the news,
when bad is done.
I feel the living,
I feel the lost,
I feel vacant eyes,
and mis placed love.
I feel the city,
I feel birth,
I feel decay,
and others worth.
I feel the past,
I feel hope,
I feel the untenable,
probably that the most.
I feel the cowards,
I feel the kings,
I feel corruption,
with corrupted...
#identity
#myself
471 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 7:42am
30th Jan 2018 7:42am
Me See
I AM HERE, just trapped in me,
this waking mess of ablution and preposterous
energy, of night and day, with limbs to make shade,
I am me in this,
there once was a white side, not bright, just light reflected back,
in the old days it was and still is the absence of light.
Black.
The world isn’t meant to be this way, I know you all,
you me, we swore we would become entombed in flesh,
but on condition we would remember fragmentation, binary, what we are,
our history.
Did flesh conjure to a greed we bred?
I remember...
this waking mess of ablution and preposterous
energy, of night and day, with limbs to make shade,
I am me in this,
there once was a white side, not bright, just light reflected back,
in the old days it was and still is the absence of light.
Black.
The world isn’t meant to be this way, I know you all,
you me, we swore we would become entombed in flesh,
but on condition we would remember fragmentation, binary, what we are,
our history.
Did flesh conjure to a greed we bred?
I remember...
#myself
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2018 7:30pm
16th Jan 2018 7:30pm
Non rhyming poem 3 (lost love)
Befell and beholden, you were and are.
noxious light, radio words with music, no help.
The curse of un-smile, from thought, picture and verse,
I guess I never learned.
The antipode of safe, now at loss,
sailing toward nowhere and trapped in a bottle,
quiet pause for that moment, please. All moments old memories.
Graffiti from Bogota, smiles from, acquired madness, the yellow taint of Guatemala's Antigua. Wanting the connection of fight.
There is such a simple truth, and I'm glad you survived me. Accepted more,...
noxious light, radio words with music, no help.
The curse of un-smile, from thought, picture and verse,
I guess I never learned.
The antipode of safe, now at loss,
sailing toward nowhere and trapped in a bottle,
quiet pause for that moment, please. All moments old memories.
Graffiti from Bogota, smiles from, acquired madness, the yellow taint of Guatemala's Antigua. Wanting the connection of fight.
There is such a simple truth, and I'm glad you survived me. Accepted more,...
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2018 10:50am
8th Jan 2018 10:50am
defeat eat reliam..
my touch..
ok
ok..
let's dance...this is me..
.....
this is my best desired poem...
this is me...
3 words..shit
a simple tipple..
fullofyourwit...your..
your
your paw...give me an acustoc hit,
tell me i'm wrong....
in this sh.
tell me
more
tell me more
so hard to take the kin..
truth harder by her on gin,
flaming arms to decide,
i don't curl up die,
watching watching statw of you
jeans tooo grey and too blue... ...
ok
ok..
let's dance...this is me..
.....
this is my best desired poem...
this is me...
3 words..shit
a simple tipple..
fullofyourwit...your..
your
your paw...give me an acustoc hit,
tell me i'm wrong....
in this sh.
tell me
more
tell me more
so hard to take the kin..
truth harder by her on gin,
flaming arms to decide,
i don't curl up die,
watching watching statw of you
jeans tooo grey and too blue... ...
#PopCulture
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2018 10:46am
8th Jan 2018 10:46am
love lost in class
when we only just met and the inspiration you had on me
I realise this slightly dry hill, is not mine
I'm next door..
And how was I to feel..can't you for live more or less new,
me now I've forgotten you;.
You have requested our steps…the way you kissed my hand so near my own lips I was,
And there underneath the light fronting the garden; I reminded myself not to keep on.
yes…this are one
yes this are all
yes this my scraping
yes
my wonderful
yes you are breathing
yes your touch so; ...
I realise this slightly dry hill, is not mine
I'm next door..
And how was I to feel..can't you for live more or less new,
me now I've forgotten you;.
You have requested our steps…the way you kissed my hand so near my own lips I was,
And there underneath the light fronting the garden; I reminded myself not to keep on.
yes…this are one
yes this are all
yes this my scraping
yes
my wonderful
yes you are breathing
yes your touch so; ...
#love
#SelfReflection
#admiration
#SelfDiscovery
#crush
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2018 8:01pm
2nd Jan 2018 8:01pm
Change (Back & forth of two entities talking)
you changed,
I didn’t want to be like you and be the same,
So to me as being the same is something wrong of which to blame?
No, different is all, different does not always equal shame.
But I taught you so much, some through love and some through pain,
And I broke the circle to save us, as it was starting again.
So you change now alone and commit me to remain.
I’m stumbling from a slumber, where I am naked in full gaze,
You were safe with me, in our world, our terrain.
But only for moments, as...
I didn’t want to be like you and be the same,
So to me as being the same is something wrong of which to blame?
No, different is all, different does not always equal shame.
But I taught you so much, some through love and some through pain,
And I broke the circle to save us, as it was starting again.
So you change now alone and commit me to remain.
I’m stumbling from a slumber, where I am naked in full gaze,
You were safe with me, in our world, our terrain.
But only for moments, as...
#love
#regret
#relationships
#breakup
#disappointment
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