Submissions by Mrembo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2014 00:58am
9th Sep 2014 00:58am
The Coward
Cowardice. I see it in you. That ugly (hu)man trait.
Born out of fear of confronting the dirty truth. Your dirty truth.
Don't show it, don't talk about it. Those mistakes, regrets.
Because if they're hidden, no-one can judge you, right?
So you carry on, smile and act the happy go lucky lad.
Play on the bright stage you've created in your mind.
You take a bow for your successes, forget your failures.
Don’t realise that your reactions to them are what count.
You believe that your subconscious isn't reacting,
slowly spinning cobwebs of...
Born out of fear of confronting the dirty truth. Your dirty truth.
Don't show it, don't talk about it. Those mistakes, regrets.
Because if they're hidden, no-one can judge you, right?
So you carry on, smile and act the happy go lucky lad.
Play on the bright stage you've created in your mind.
You take a bow for your successes, forget your failures.
Don’t realise that your reactions to them are what count.
You believe that your subconscious isn't reacting,
slowly spinning cobwebs of...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Sep 2014 00:56am
9th Sep 2014 00:56am
He came out. On top.
I woke with a thud. And him on top of me.
Thrusting fervently. At my limp body.
Red shirt ripped open. Jeans on the floor.
Puke down my side. A faraway closed door.
The sweat from his stench. Sticks to my confusion.
I close my eyes n try to fight. Hoping it’s a delusion.
Startled, he pushes me down. Trying to finish.
Before my female weakness overpowers his conscience.
I win, he retreats.
But really, he won.
Thrusting fervently. At my limp body.
Red shirt ripped open. Jeans on the floor.
Puke down my side. A faraway closed door.
The sweat from his stench. Sticks to my confusion.
I close my eyes n try to fight. Hoping it’s a delusion.
Startled, he pushes me down. Trying to finish.
Before my female weakness overpowers his conscience.
I win, he retreats.
But really, he won.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 6:36pm
7th Sep 2014 6:36pm
It's Cold
There’s a coldness in my bones, even though it’s hot outside.
Goosebumps disguise the sweat that boils from within.
My hairs are on end from a frozen fear that rattles me.
Can it be that I’ll ever feel warm again?
Can anything melt away the layers of ice years formed on this girl?
Instead…
Shivers down my spine, from my burning head to my throbbing feet.
Unable to move, let me curl up in my body heat under the quilt.
And watch the hot vapour of my breath… Freeze in the world’s air.
Goosebumps disguise the sweat that boils from within.
My hairs are on end from a frozen fear that rattles me.
Can it be that I’ll ever feel warm again?
Can anything melt away the layers of ice years formed on this girl?
Instead…
Shivers down my spine, from my burning head to my throbbing feet.
Unable to move, let me curl up in my body heat under the quilt.
And watch the hot vapour of my breath… Freeze in the world’s air.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 6:34pm
7th Sep 2014 6:34pm
So you went away
So you went away.
It wasn’t to be.
And we weren’t always honest, or open.
But… The friendship was true.
The fire raw.
And the moments created our
Once in a lifetime Love.
It wasn’t to be.
And we weren’t always honest, or open.
But… The friendship was true.
The fire raw.
And the moments created our
Once in a lifetime Love.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 11:49pm
31st Aug 2014 11:49pm
To be drunk
Feels so dreamy, breezy, making me sleepy
I'm swaying, mind playing and even praying
The room spins above, like a dove, in love
But then the heart breaks, 'twas fake, n I slowly wake
I'm swaying, mind playing and even praying
The room spins above, like a dove, in love
But then the heart breaks, 'twas fake, n I slowly wake
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 11:46pm
31st Aug 2014 11:46pm
Long Summer's Night
It's a long Summer’s night
And my mind's taking flight
Off to another world's realm
Somewhere where I can become...
... Someone else entirely
Without all that baggage
That drags me down, holds me back
Makes me somehow lose track
Is there a route I should take
A path that leads to another place
But what can that really offer me?
If not another place, yet still lonely?
My mind... Oh, that lost mind
Will follow me wherever I journey
If only I could be a little kind
And let it think so differently
It's a long...
And my mind's taking flight
Off to another world's realm
Somewhere where I can become...
... Someone else entirely
Without all that baggage
That drags me down, holds me back
Makes me somehow lose track
Is there a route I should take
A path that leads to another place
But what can that really offer me?
If not another place, yet still lonely?
My mind... Oh, that lost mind
Will follow me wherever I journey
If only I could be a little kind
And let it think so differently
It's a long...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 1:42pm
31st Aug 2014 1:42pm
Here I Lie
1.23am
Here I lie, not sure if I’m thinking
Maybe I’m lucidly dreaming
Or even… silently screaming
The bed swallows me as I lay awake
No shut eye, here’s an earthquake
And in my PJ’s, I shake
I can’t remember who I am, or supposed to be
Am I alive, supposedly free?
To be someone called ‘me’?
For it seems too much of a bother to try
I’d rather sing a silent lullaby
Or turn to my pillow, and cry
Here I lie
Here I lie, not sure if I’m thinking
Maybe I’m lucidly dreaming
Or even… silently screaming
The bed swallows me as I lay awake
No shut eye, here’s an earthquake
And in my PJ’s, I shake
I can’t remember who I am, or supposed to be
Am I alive, supposedly free?
To be someone called ‘me’?
For it seems too much of a bother to try
I’d rather sing a silent lullaby
Or turn to my pillow, and cry
Here I lie
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 1:40pm
31st Aug 2014 1:40pm
My Heart is on the Floor
My heart is on the floor.
Unable to lift its head, to look around,
and see the pieces it’s been shattered into.
It seems like it’s been trodden on, a lot.
Maybe even by me myself (by accident),
but it’s definitely not getting up anytime soon.
It’d been laying low for a while now anyway,
unable to work properly, feel, Love…
And now it seems it’s willing the last beat… that won’t come,
I think… there was a big explosion one day,
or… someone left it there and forgot to come back for it,
or… maybe a bit of both.
I dunno, maybe...
Unable to lift its head, to look around,
and see the pieces it’s been shattered into.
It seems like it’s been trodden on, a lot.
Maybe even by me myself (by accident),
but it’s definitely not getting up anytime soon.
It’d been laying low for a while now anyway,
unable to work properly, feel, Love…
And now it seems it’s willing the last beat… that won’t come,
I think… there was a big explosion one day,
or… someone left it there and forgot to come back for it,
or… maybe a bit of both.
I dunno, maybe...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2014 11:24pm
30th Jun 2014 11:24pm
Soul Windows
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Can you tell that looking back hurts?
Are you able to trace the specks of my sorrow?
Or observe the magnification of your every grey?
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Do smile lines appear if my smile is pretend?
Can you see the shadows of yesteryear’s sparkle?
If you catch my gaze, do you see the haze glazed over?
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Did loss take away the part of them that looked up?
Can you notice when they twitch involuntarily?
Do they reflect the way I see...
Can you tell that looking back hurts?
Are you able to trace the specks of my sorrow?
Or observe the magnification of your every grey?
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Do smile lines appear if my smile is pretend?
Can you see the shadows of yesteryear’s sparkle?
If you catch my gaze, do you see the haze glazed over?
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Did loss take away the part of them that looked up?
Can you notice when they twitch involuntarily?
Do they reflect the way I see...
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jun 2014 11:21pm
30th Jun 2014 11:21pm
Exhale
Bloated is my stomach
Airbags of indulgence
Rooted in my body
Breathing in the disgust
And out sighs of indifference
To what may happen next
Airbags of indulgence
Rooted in my body
Breathing in the disgust
And out sighs of indifference
To what may happen next
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2014 10:47pm
29th Jun 2014 10:47pm
The stillness of my being
In the stillness of my being, I listen
Yet hear nothing
Hours pass, yet nothing
Do I have no thoughts? Nothing within?
Or is everything so busy that a numbness has been created
Over the years, forming a blanket over what’s there
Letting only fleeting emotions surface
Confusion feeding my stagnation
Fear dripping slowly into my body
My weakness overpowering any boldness
Sorrow, resting in the pit of my stomach
Am I really, Peace Love and Joy?
How many layers must I fight through?
Will it be painful? Can I do it right?
How...
Yet hear nothing
Hours pass, yet nothing
Do I have no thoughts? Nothing within?
Or is everything so busy that a numbness has been created
Over the years, forming a blanket over what’s there
Letting only fleeting emotions surface
Confusion feeding my stagnation
Fear dripping slowly into my body
My weakness overpowering any boldness
Sorrow, resting in the pit of my stomach
Am I really, Peace Love and Joy?
How many layers must I fight through?
Will it be painful? Can I do it right?
How...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2014 10:46pm
29th Jun 2014 10:46pm
Night Air in Rio
Star in the mourning
Moonlight of your eyes sparkling
It’s still. Dark. Silent.
Paralyzing shock
Fills my body with terror
I can’t catch my breath.
Your taste on my tongue
Your body’s shape in my bed
How are you not here?
Night air in Rio
Quickly fuels my thumping head
I can’t bear to stand.
Your hand’s warmth in mine
(Replaced by your skin’s coldness)
I still feel your heat.
A shiver runs through
Shaking off last sanity
Grief’s journey begins.
Moonlight of your eyes sparkling
It’s still. Dark. Silent.
Paralyzing shock
Fills my body with terror
I can’t catch my breath.
Your taste on my tongue
Your body’s shape in my bed
How are you not here?
Night air in Rio
Quickly fuels my thumping head
I can’t bear to stand.
Your hand’s warmth in mine
(Replaced by your skin’s coldness)
I still feel your heat.
A shiver runs through
Shaking off last sanity
Grief’s journey begins.
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