Submissions by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 1:14pm
19th Jun 2012 1:14pm
Embossed
It's hard for me to share the same air as you
when my blood is still thicker than mud.
I've watched you slowly deteriorate
to the tone of you preaching
that you're still in control.
If your jacket in summer
and curtains that never open
are what you call control
then you're doing great.
If your sucked in and sunken features
were what you were aiming for
then you're doing an amazing job,
but I know better and you know nothing
except the ticking, craving
starving addiction
behind those faded scheming eyes.
Your kids...
when my blood is still thicker than mud.
I've watched you slowly deteriorate
to the tone of you preaching
that you're still in control.
If your jacket in summer
and curtains that never open
are what you call control
then you're doing great.
If your sucked in and sunken features
were what you were aiming for
then you're doing an amazing job,
but I know better and you know nothing
except the ticking, craving
starving addiction
behind those faded scheming eyes.
Your kids...
803 reads
11 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 4:55pm
17th Jun 2012 4:55pm
Impassable and Plausible
The sky's globes grew on spring's coronation
before I even noticed the rain.
It was under my nose the whole time
but I never wanted to smell it.
I don't belong in this godlike belly of a season
though I do admire the earth waking and stretching.
before I even noticed the rain.
It was under my nose the whole time
but I never wanted to smell it.
I don't belong in this godlike belly of a season
though I do admire the earth waking and stretching.
629 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 11:18pm
16th Jun 2012 11:18pm
footprints
My thoughts are by the sea with nothing
but the distant chatter of lunate gulls
and a breeze that can restore
almost absent hopes
but not today's
the sun is halfway around the corner
an array of red and deep orange clouds scatter
trailing from the sinking fiery orb
this should be beautiful
this should
wrench awe from a buried crevice
but it only enhances the loss
the longing for your remembered touch
of which my mind has already fully succumbed
the ripples race across the sand
and...
but the distant chatter of lunate gulls
and a breeze that can restore
almost absent hopes
but not today's
the sun is halfway around the corner
an array of red and deep orange clouds scatter
trailing from the sinking fiery orb
this should be beautiful
this should
wrench awe from a buried crevice
but it only enhances the loss
the longing for your remembered touch
of which my mind has already fully succumbed
the ripples race across the sand
and...
713 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 3:46pm
14th Jun 2012 3:46pm
my cousin, the paper war hero
we used to draw diagrams
and battle plans
of soldiers in combat
using stick men heroes and
rough ink martyrs
he'd do it simply because
it was programmed
by his sergeant father
me?
purely out of an unhealthy
obsession with violence
like a bolt
through the skulls of cattle
I bit chewed and bled
slowly through life
scars to show for it and
the anchor in my head
he married had kids
took life at a gentle pace
one day my cousin went to the shop...
and battle plans
of soldiers in combat
using stick men heroes and
rough ink martyrs
he'd do it simply because
it was programmed
by his sergeant father
me?
purely out of an unhealthy
obsession with violence
like a bolt
through the skulls of cattle
I bit chewed and bled
slowly through life
scars to show for it and
the anchor in my head
he married had kids
took life at a gentle pace
one day my cousin went to the shop...
710 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 12:40pm
10th Jun 2012 12:40pm
Beginning
Heaven has lost us, love
so stop staring at the skies.
We've been abandoned;
left to search for ourselves.
We'll end up as bones and flies.
Nothing of us will remain;
we are mortal spirits, trying
to outlive the eternal clouds.
I'll always give you my eye
even when the skin is lying.
Heaven has lost us, love
so look to the skies within.
We'll fly them for now,
we'll fly them soon after
for death is where we begin.
so stop staring at the skies.
We've been abandoned;
left to search for ourselves.
We'll end up as bones and flies.
Nothing of us will remain;
we are mortal spirits, trying
to outlive the eternal clouds.
I'll always give you my eye
even when the skin is lying.
Heaven has lost us, love
so look to the skies within.
We'll fly them for now,
we'll fly them soon after
for death is where we begin.
667 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 5:44pm
9th Jun 2012 5:44pm
Resuscitation
The pauses between her rants were always deafening
and of course, she knew that,
then there's her conversations in hiding
to friends, family, whoever might listen
broadcasting innocence and victimization.
I spoke to no one, never had the urge
to show anyone the moth-bitten fabric
that we so subtly wore -
I was always on an aimless crusade
and she knew that too.
Scared her more than any silences,
you can't trust or rely on someone who
needs no one or nothing.
There were always demons between us
passing through...
and of course, she knew that,
then there's her conversations in hiding
to friends, family, whoever might listen
broadcasting innocence and victimization.
I spoke to no one, never had the urge
to show anyone the moth-bitten fabric
that we so subtly wore -
I was always on an aimless crusade
and she knew that too.
Scared her more than any silences,
you can't trust or rely on someone who
needs no one or nothing.
There were always demons between us
passing through...
657 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 6:02pm
7th Jun 2012 6:02pm
Love's Martyr
I am the silent crowd in your coliseum
anticipating a meeting of blades
but they'll be no more bloodshed,
no more thrilling hacking at limbs.
Let us cut our losses before we cut
our strings and still pretend
everything's going to be bowling-green smooth.
We told each other fables and myths
but believed in them anyway
what choice did we have?
I look down in the valley between patches
of green that break up humanity
into manageable amounts.
It seems I must end all life as I know it
and nobody gives a fuck.
anticipating a meeting of blades
but they'll be no more bloodshed,
no more thrilling hacking at limbs.
Let us cut our losses before we cut
our strings and still pretend
everything's going to be bowling-green smooth.
We told each other fables and myths
but believed in them anyway
what choice did we have?
I look down in the valley between patches
of green that break up humanity
into manageable amounts.
It seems I must end all life as I know it
and nobody gives a fuck.
652 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 9:36pm
6th Jun 2012 9:36pm
Disguised
Blankets of water fall from the sky
and beat my windows into submission.
The heavy torrent creates streams
chasing down the glass
granting me a submarine view
then I battle with the air.
The violent virgin rain
is the solemn sound of goodbye.
I've forgotten her last words
they can't of been worth a memory
but a memory to me right now
will crush me like these walls, this
draining vacuum tightens like a vice
and it pours like relentless lightning
as I unwillingly clench the still.
I escape these heavy-growing walls
and...
and beat my windows into submission.
The heavy torrent creates streams
chasing down the glass
granting me a submarine view
then I battle with the air.
The violent virgin rain
is the solemn sound of goodbye.
I've forgotten her last words
they can't of been worth a memory
but a memory to me right now
will crush me like these walls, this
draining vacuum tightens like a vice
and it pours like relentless lightning
as I unwillingly clench the still.
I escape these heavy-growing walls
and...
700 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 9:04pm
5th Jun 2012 9:04pm
We Have Dreams
We have dreams to compensate for life's shortcomings
without them, we are homesick nomads
wandering through plains of extinguished hope.
I had once dreamt of a soaring, pure voice
with a tone that poured a concrete foundation
but through my own deceit and dishonesty
I hear nothing but hollow echoes
that I know are there but I can't catch them.
My dreams taunt me for I've thrived in sin.
We have dreams to compensate for life's shortcomings
without them, we are homeless residents
sitting by the windows with only reflections of...
without them, we are homesick nomads
wandering through plains of extinguished hope.
I had once dreamt of a soaring, pure voice
with a tone that poured a concrete foundation
but through my own deceit and dishonesty
I hear nothing but hollow echoes
that I know are there but I can't catch them.
My dreams taunt me for I've thrived in sin.
We have dreams to compensate for life's shortcomings
without them, we are homeless residents
sitting by the windows with only reflections of...
676 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2012 9:35pm
4th Jun 2012 9:35pm
seascapes
I was secure, attached and safe
then your ocean cut me away
drinking the land that was the weakest
an island, no land in sight,
no pin prick beacons in the canvas
surrounded by curves and circles
every direction the same
encompassing bulging tides
so I filter you through black sands
your undertows organise the end:
pebbles of gravestones
scattering your bedding
so sleep awaits
for it is impassible
I see no sun, no day or night
just seascape reflections
swallowing land's solitude
and depriving...
then your ocean cut me away
drinking the land that was the weakest
an island, no land in sight,
no pin prick beacons in the canvas
surrounded by curves and circles
every direction the same
encompassing bulging tides
so I filter you through black sands
your undertows organise the end:
pebbles of gravestones
scattering your bedding
so sleep awaits
for it is impassible
I see no sun, no day or night
just seascape reflections
swallowing land's solitude
and depriving...
781 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2012 6:49pm
31st May 2012 6:49pm
Dragging My Gloves to the Bosom
I am a result of a few punches too many,
both ways.
I still wear my faded black gloves
heavily downed with new-grown tolerances
and stone-old embedded regret.
From years of soaking up other's anger and
flurrying mine in any direction
I now know that it's not that I don't feel pain
it's just that I've developed a different understanding.
Never had stability for too long,
something to settle into, dig my toes in the sand
and wiggle them around in contentment
instead I travel, subconscious and embolic
as a thorn in life's...
both ways.
I still wear my faded black gloves
heavily downed with new-grown tolerances
and stone-old embedded regret.
From years of soaking up other's anger and
flurrying mine in any direction
I now know that it's not that I don't feel pain
it's just that I've developed a different understanding.
Never had stability for too long,
something to settle into, dig my toes in the sand
and wiggle them around in contentment
instead I travel, subconscious and embolic
as a thorn in life's...
927 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 2:21pm
28th May 2012 2:21pm
3960 grams
(for my son)
I take your weight and rest it
on my old white cage
chest to chest
beats apart
beats together
yours is faster
just as strong
your lungs take the air quick
reaping its fruit
returning its seed
faster bellows
just as strong
feeding your drum
feeding your thoughts
growing inside
growing...
I take your weight and rest it
on my old white cage
chest to chest
beats apart
beats together
yours is faster
just as strong
your lungs take the air quick
reaping its fruit
returning its seed
faster bellows
just as strong
feeding your drum
feeding your thoughts
growing inside
growing...
789 reads
8 Comments
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