Submissions by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2012 8:53am
27th May 2012 8:53am
Sculpturesque
You wanted to hear of the sturdiest mountains
that will not quiver to quaking earth
and contain great oaks that dismiss hurricanes.
I told you I was the rock that never weathered
with sunlit peaks that guide ospreys home
to hungry, prodigal princes of the sky, awaiting -
but I lied when I told you I'll not be shaken.
In honesty I've crumbled and rolled to rubble
though the rocks can be reassembled.
You now hear of the weakness of mountains
that cannot stand still as the earth cracks
containing great oaks that dance with the wind....
that will not quiver to quaking earth
and contain great oaks that dismiss hurricanes.
I told you I was the rock that never weathered
with sunlit peaks that guide ospreys home
to hungry, prodigal princes of the sky, awaiting -
but I lied when I told you I'll not be shaken.
In honesty I've crumbled and rolled to rubble
though the rocks can be reassembled.
You now hear of the weakness of mountains
that cannot stand still as the earth cracks
containing great oaks that dance with the wind....
712 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2012 9:46pm
26th May 2012 9:46pm
Shadow Play
I slid off the deep end of her sigh
and slipped into her womb of flies.
This is why I stepped over my shadow,
to stay ahead of the darkness
but only my shadow can see around corners.
Her claws dug deep and ripped
a new man from his spine,
she pulled me from my spine
to laugh at myself: the crippled spy.
The numbness poured from my valves
and my conscience slipped and staggered.
She appeared innocent and
almost simple, almost motherly.
Bewitching me, revealing me
like spring sun on a night's ice.
Far below myself I...
and slipped into her womb of flies.
This is why I stepped over my shadow,
to stay ahead of the darkness
but only my shadow can see around corners.
Her claws dug deep and ripped
a new man from his spine,
she pulled me from my spine
to laugh at myself: the crippled spy.
The numbness poured from my valves
and my conscience slipped and staggered.
She appeared innocent and
almost simple, almost motherly.
Bewitching me, revealing me
like spring sun on a night's ice.
Far below myself I...
734 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2012 12:40pm
25th May 2012 12:40pm
Nobody Wants to Die Alone
They decided to swap keys and let each other in
to try and melt some glaciers and shift some plates.
They dreamt of earthquakes; murmurs will suffice.
They painted silicon rainbows on each others horizons,
planted plastic flowers in each others gardens
then they smiled as they inhaled them every morning.
They'd rake up tears from could of been fields
and rain on each others worlds.
When wet, it almost looks real
so let it pour.
The rainbows need a new lick every few years,
the flowers never die and the rain's in abundance
causing...
to try and melt some glaciers and shift some plates.
They dreamt of earthquakes; murmurs will suffice.
They painted silicon rainbows on each others horizons,
planted plastic flowers in each others gardens
then they smiled as they inhaled them every morning.
They'd rake up tears from could of been fields
and rain on each others worlds.
When wet, it almost looks real
so let it pour.
The rainbows need a new lick every few years,
the flowers never die and the rain's in abundance
causing...
715 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th May 2012 9:22pm
24th May 2012 9:22pm
The Grass
The grass towered instantaneously
over my head, weaving a dark green roof,
so I tried to follow your buried paths;
paths that had mingled with nowhere.
All around and beneath me in this bladed jungle
there's a thriving, pulsating network:
The loyal ants serving their queen,
knowing their place in the colony march -
to the freedom songs of crickets and birds.
All have their place, and paths to follow.
All smaller than me, at home in the grass.
I have forgotten how the sky looks
though I know it's facing me, sneakily. ...
over my head, weaving a dark green roof,
so I tried to follow your buried paths;
paths that had mingled with nowhere.
All around and beneath me in this bladed jungle
there's a thriving, pulsating network:
The loyal ants serving their queen,
knowing their place in the colony march -
to the freedom songs of crickets and birds.
All have their place, and paths to follow.
All smaller than me, at home in the grass.
I have forgotten how the sky looks
though I know it's facing me, sneakily. ...
665 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2012 9:35pm
17th May 2012 9:35pm
a thousand times a fool
inside the chambers of my chest
corrugated walls consume its screams
but you were always deaf to them
you only heard your own chambers
echoing solos of silent sonatas
we could wake beneath these skies
a thousand times for a thousand days
and our eyes would fall upon the same delight
as our love is reborn a thousand times
it would never be enough for you
to love each other every day with new eyes
I cannot offer you more than this
I leave you with these words
as an attempt to emancipate myself
when you want to wake with me...
corrugated walls consume its screams
but you were always deaf to them
you only heard your own chambers
echoing solos of silent sonatas
we could wake beneath these skies
a thousand times for a thousand days
and our eyes would fall upon the same delight
as our love is reborn a thousand times
it would never be enough for you
to love each other every day with new eyes
I cannot offer you more than this
I leave you with these words
as an attempt to emancipate myself
when you want to wake with me...
688 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2012 10:08pm
16th May 2012 10:08pm
immune after a hundred bastards
she understood a word's impact
but she had no control
either I pissed her off too often
or she was too sensitive
the first time she called me a bastard
it made me seriously reflect
she only said it to get to me
she knew I'd crumble at that word
a few years on and many bastards
wailed down my ear-hole
I became immune
now no bastard is a strike nor
are any other words
'cause she's tried them all
each more than ten times
there are no more bastards
in her arsenal
but she had no control
either I pissed her off too often
or she was too sensitive
the first time she called me a bastard
it made me seriously reflect
she only said it to get to me
she knew I'd crumble at that word
a few years on and many bastards
wailed down my ear-hole
I became immune
now no bastard is a strike nor
are any other words
'cause she's tried them all
each more than ten times
there are no more bastards
in her arsenal
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2012 9:28pm
15th May 2012 9:28pm
let it in
let it sink its dirty nails in
and infect you quickly
or slow
it'll be the smile
that strolls your eyes
when the coffee is cold
and you don't care
(coffee can't wake you)
let it unfold you
iron your creases
curl you at the edges
you'll put on that shirt
you always hated
because today
it's ugly purple
appeals
there's nothing more comforting
than a guarantee
of a heart's devotion
as it reaches a beat faster
when you pursue that thought
take a walk in the piss warm...
and infect you quickly
or slow
it'll be the smile
that strolls your eyes
when the coffee is cold
and you don't care
(coffee can't wake you)
let it unfold you
iron your creases
curl you at the edges
you'll put on that shirt
you always hated
because today
it's ugly purple
appeals
there's nothing more comforting
than a guarantee
of a heart's devotion
as it reaches a beat faster
when you pursue that thought
take a walk in the piss warm...
726 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2012 6:48pm
14th May 2012 6:48pm
perfect when silent
my eyes scour her every atom
marveling at her molecular magnificence
I watch her moving
(unnecessary movements)
like bored air
squeezing in the smallest gaps
she undresses herself with ease
and dresses me in awe
she wants to tell me nothings; a routine
of how she believes it should be
I tell her words are like mortal rain and
her skin is eternal poetry
she mounts me like a loving whore
and destroys me like a bomb
I now drip down these deafened walls
and she soaks me back up for again
she's...
marveling at her molecular magnificence
I watch her moving
(unnecessary movements)
like bored air
squeezing in the smallest gaps
she undresses herself with ease
and dresses me in awe
she wants to tell me nothings; a routine
of how she believes it should be
I tell her words are like mortal rain and
her skin is eternal poetry
she mounts me like a loving whore
and destroys me like a bomb
I now drip down these deafened walls
and she soaks me back up for again
she's...
940 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2012 8:18pm
11th May 2012 8:18pm
Traversed #2 Neutral
We framed our smiles and hung them on the walls once.
Love and happiness both need proof,
evidence of what's withered, to see
that there is a reason for this stalemate life.
Even the pictures try to hide these days;
they're more an attraction to dust than anything else.
She stands in the kitchen, focused on nothing,
staring out the window, and says:
"Just watching the world go by."
She meant that with every morbid grunt.
She stands there, while the world
spins around her, while others
spin around the world, and...
Love and happiness both need proof,
evidence of what's withered, to see
that there is a reason for this stalemate life.
Even the pictures try to hide these days;
they're more an attraction to dust than anything else.
She stands in the kitchen, focused on nothing,
staring out the window, and says:
"Just watching the world go by."
She meant that with every morbid grunt.
She stands there, while the world
spins around her, while others
spin around the world, and...
782 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th May 2012 8:11pm
10th May 2012 8:11pm
Dust
Spring clouds of a blue to grey, rain-threatening tone
appear as a 3D oil painting as they creep
under the afternoon's old white sky.
I find myself drifting in a similar motion
as I remain seated in the living room.
What majestic spectacles were once born;
now as new men walk,
it's all just so insignificant in this old world.
Back when the moon was a God and a cloud
dictated your woman's fertility,
insignificance was such a distant notion.
I must tread light with eyes of great depth
as I take the pleasure to roam ...
appear as a 3D oil painting as they creep
under the afternoon's old white sky.
I find myself drifting in a similar motion
as I remain seated in the living room.
What majestic spectacles were once born;
now as new men walk,
it's all just so insignificant in this old world.
Back when the moon was a God and a cloud
dictated your woman's fertility,
insignificance was such a distant notion.
I must tread light with eyes of great depth
as I take the pleasure to roam ...
1017 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2012 9:23am
10th May 2012 9:23am
Thin Tolerances
He talks to me with his hands
more than with his mouth;
his mental gestures flutter around me.
When he's near I get this vision
of sinking my head into the lower region
of his spitting-cobra-face,
and I smile contentedly as his teeth
rain down my face and dance on the floor.
My body twitches just at the thought.
You may think me extreme or violent, and
to an extent, of course you're right,
but you stand near him, just for a minute,
dodging his gestures and
fighting his ear-ache-rantings.
You'll be...
more than with his mouth;
his mental gestures flutter around me.
When he's near I get this vision
of sinking my head into the lower region
of his spitting-cobra-face,
and I smile contentedly as his teeth
rain down my face and dance on the floor.
My body twitches just at the thought.
You may think me extreme or violent, and
to an extent, of course you're right,
but you stand near him, just for a minute,
dodging his gestures and
fighting his ear-ache-rantings.
You'll be...
734 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2012 00:16am
8th May 2012 00:16am
v
I peeled back all the scar tissue
just to welcome you in my skin.
I removed every single vertebrae
to lay weak at the mercy of your words.
I said I'd guide you through moonless skies
and the tideless, placid seas
but you're everywhere inside of me
and nowhere to be seen.
You're everywhere inside of me
and nowhere.
just to welcome you in my skin.
I removed every single vertebrae
to lay weak at the mercy of your words.
I said I'd guide you through moonless skies
and the tideless, placid seas
but you're everywhere inside of me
and nowhere to be seen.
You're everywhere inside of me
and nowhere.
1032 reads
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