Submissions by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2021 7:48am
8th Jun 2021 7:48am
SPRING
an old man overdressed
in the muted colours we wear
before dying walked by.
walking up the steep hill
a handful of twigs in one hand
the town's cemetery 500
meters behind me.
rainforest humidity.
his magpie heart beating
his ugly human feet hard
against the paving slabs.
in the muted colours we wear
before dying walked by.
walking up the steep hill
a handful of twigs in one hand
the town's cemetery 500
meters behind me.
rainforest humidity.
his magpie heart beating
his ugly human feet hard
against the paving slabs.
#curse
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2021 1:36am
21st May 2021 1:36am
SAVE LADYBIRDS
on the bus high timing the shadows
of big buildings with the opening
of my right eye to avoid sun blindness
and am quietly proud thinking nobody else
has thought to do this today
I bet. listening to alive Ukrainian music
dressed in muted natural colours
save ladybirds L stitched into the scarf.
I lose a tight sense of identity
and melt into the world. not someone
in the world. a world with someone with a heart
unhealthily ok with overstimulation in it.
of big buildings with the opening
of my right eye to avoid sun blindness
and am quietly proud thinking nobody else
has thought to do this today
I bet. listening to alive Ukrainian music
dressed in muted natural colours
save ladybirds L stitched into the scarf.
I lose a tight sense of identity
and melt into the world. not someone
in the world. a world with someone with a heart
unhealthily ok with overstimulation in it.
#consumerism
#magic
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2021 11:33pm
28th Jan 2021 11:33pm
SPIDER DREAMS
truth is I've been a child since I grew up.
I've hardly ever adulted and when I did
it was meagre. when I'm with adults or strangers
my body language says prime male but my actual output
is alien bitch. I want to be more train station
than before but what if. I keep saying no because secretly
I'm waiting for someone who has the exact same dream
as me on the same night then shares it with me.
what I mean is
I was born directly into adulthood
and as I gained independence the child
came from behind the windows of me
and...
I've hardly ever adulted and when I did
it was meagre. when I'm with adults or strangers
my body language says prime male but my actual output
is alien bitch. I want to be more train station
than before but what if. I keep saying no because secretly
I'm waiting for someone who has the exact same dream
as me on the same night then shares it with me.
what I mean is
I was born directly into adulthood
and as I gained independence the child
came from behind the windows of me
and...
#utopia
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2020 00:03am
1st Dec 2020 00:03am
CRY
I imagine all the deer dying alone in bushes at day or night. the day or night dying in the bushes. I imagine all deer dying this way. millions every week. millions of days or nights dying with an aloneness we can't understand. days or nights dying more alone than the words for it. they don't know how big or round the world is. millions of round bushes hoarding the secrets of deer: the turning from mammal fur to purchased moon. the deer beckoning the fox in his own tongue.
#aliens
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jun 2020 1:52am
25th Jun 2020 1:52am
PETRI DISH
I almost forget to bring the cherry
tomato plant in for the night.
when I go out the sky has presence.
when I go out the muted plant
has 19 greenish-grey bombs.
I didn't count them but I know this
as they dangle
as I cradle the pot like a baby.
it suddenly becomes obvious
that I feel less alienated when
I have something to be fond of.
before I shut the balcony door I turn
and stop to feel something
from a night that feels like an abyss
and its synonym. the sky bursting
and vacant simultaneously.
tomato plant in for the night.
when I go out the sky has presence.
when I go out the muted plant
has 19 greenish-grey bombs.
I didn't count them but I know this
as they dangle
as I cradle the pot like a baby.
it suddenly becomes obvious
that I feel less alienated when
I have something to be fond of.
before I shut the balcony door I turn
and stop to feel something
from a night that feels like an abyss
and its synonym. the sky bursting
and vacant simultaneously.
#earth
#fire
#water
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2019 00:35am
21st Jul 2019 00:35am
COLLECTING DATA
if you could repeat something to your grandma so she'd remember it.
so it'd resist the caterpillars in the garden of her memory you'd say body
is laughter and laughter is the body.
then butterflies.
like pink night clouds on gluey sky.
or you'd tell her
where the walnuts fell
there'll be walnuts again
that turn into hedgehogs at night.
like alzheimer is the opposite of dreaming.
your grandma would say the world is bonkers
and that it's raving. when she was just in fear
of her view describing herself. ...
so it'd resist the caterpillars in the garden of her memory you'd say body
is laughter and laughter is the body.
then butterflies.
like pink night clouds on gluey sky.
or you'd tell her
where the walnuts fell
there'll be walnuts again
that turn into hedgehogs at night.
like alzheimer is the opposite of dreaming.
your grandma would say the world is bonkers
and that it's raving. when she was just in fear
of her view describing herself. ...
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2019 11:15pm
18th Jul 2019 11:15pm
HAPHAZARDNESS
I sit in a plane
my seat is next to a window
I prefer the windows
so I can see the cities move at night.
there are three seats
on each side of the aisle.
a woman sits one seat over to my right.
when we’re in the air
she pushes one of the dividing arms up
and lays down across the two seats
with her head pressed
into my outer thigh and sleeps.
I sleep too.
I’ve been too comfortable
my whole life.
the pilot says we’ll be landing
pretty soon and shortly after
the...
my seat is next to a window
I prefer the windows
so I can see the cities move at night.
there are three seats
on each side of the aisle.
a woman sits one seat over to my right.
when we’re in the air
she pushes one of the dividing arms up
and lays down across the two seats
with her head pressed
into my outer thigh and sleeps.
I sleep too.
I’ve been too comfortable
my whole life.
the pilot says we’ll be landing
pretty soon and shortly after
the...
#technology
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2019 4:55pm
17th Jul 2019 4:55pm
GENETIC MEMORY OF HONEY
MORNING
you spoke orange light
fearless creature movements
but fearing to turn inside out
taking more than your share
of oxygen fucking so violently
MIDDAY
we parted as cowards or snails do
keeping ourselves and our limbs in
more than we’d managed to in 10 days
I turned back to watch you walk
AFTERNOON
came home came back to where we’d left
and slowly I realised you’d left so little of you
I...
you spoke orange light
fearless creature movements
but fearing to turn inside out
taking more than your share
of oxygen fucking so violently
MIDDAY
we parted as cowards or snails do
keeping ourselves and our limbs in
more than we’d managed to in 10 days
I turned back to watch you walk
AFTERNOON
came home came back to where we’d left
and slowly I realised you’d left so little of you
I...
#LifeCycle
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Jul 2019 12:18pm
14th Jul 2019 12:18pm
OUROBOROS
I have created; we are all creators/consumers. I have created myself out of silence/filled windows. I have consumed too little from outside of myself—constructed so many close and intricate relationships. only to burn each one and return to the creation of silence. I get lonelier and watch one limb one day turn transparent. another limb the next day. I am a creator. I’ve created my own languages/cultures/philosophies. how long ago did I stop consuming anything around me/how long have I been consuming myself. barely a limb left. what’s left is alien/gets lonelier. I am vanishing. I have...
#food
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2019 11:52pm
10th Jul 2019 11:52pm
ALMOST STORM
someone old in this building
reverse slams a door. we all see
and don’t see
the trees absorbing the birds.
a dog knows less of the wilderness
than say an ant
say a washing line.
the difference between
appearing in places
and places appearing.
the difference is surprise.
within a dialogue
between a distant dog
and my clock is the death
of the birds' sound. it is england
all the time. a boy’s red bike
goes dark and glows
the boy leaves a long hair
of sound from the pedal to the door handle.
the...
reverse slams a door. we all see
and don’t see
the trees absorbing the birds.
a dog knows less of the wilderness
than say an ant
say a washing line.
the difference between
appearing in places
and places appearing.
the difference is surprise.
within a dialogue
between a distant dog
and my clock is the death
of the birds' sound. it is england
all the time. a boy’s red bike
goes dark and glows
the boy leaves a long hair
of sound from the pedal to the door handle.
the...
#misunderstood
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2019 8:06pm
9th Jul 2019 8:06pm
guiltSQUAREshameONEregret
I lie my body on a concrete floor for three days.
I just put air into it.
sometimes I'm conscious of that.
my body has 3 positions it can use
when the numbness gets unbearable.
there is a permanent strip light
on above where I lie.
I think I am guessing pretty well
when it's night/day.
my body is a metronome.
when I piss I piss dark
into a steel toilet that's seen
a gruesome amount of shrivelled dicks.
lying I always have a hand or forearm
across my eyes...
I just put air into it.
sometimes I'm conscious of that.
my body has 3 positions it can use
when the numbness gets unbearable.
there is a permanent strip light
on above where I lie.
I think I am guessing pretty well
when it's night/day.
my body is a metronome.
when I piss I piss dark
into a steel toilet that's seen
a gruesome amount of shrivelled dicks.
lying I always have a hand or forearm
across my eyes...
#birds
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jul 2019 11:48pm
5th Jul 2019 11:48pm
AFRICA
you once described my penis phonetically as imph
which admittedly is a visually small word/a water fairy
of a word. we go lie in the room where the moon is.
our shadows sit on the wall. In the living room
is the analogue wall clock/altho the time is visible digitally
on the TV receiver/the wall clock’s metronomic ticking
tempers the silence I normally live in
there my dog dreams loudly
making most ppl and even neighbours
concerned I imagine/she’s an excited zebra.
if you visit me you visit africa.
my dog is africa/visiting you in her...
which admittedly is a visually small word/a water fairy
of a word. we go lie in the room where the moon is.
our shadows sit on the wall. In the living room
is the analogue wall clock/altho the time is visible digitally
on the TV receiver/the wall clock’s metronomic ticking
tempers the silence I normally live in
there my dog dreams loudly
making most ppl and even neighbours
concerned I imagine/she’s an excited zebra.
if you visit me you visit africa.
my dog is africa/visiting you in her...
#bees
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