Submissions by Muckmonster
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
14th Sep 2016 7:18am
14th Sep 2016 7:18am
Just for a Moment
Snowflakes race down in a glacier pace
Nature holds still posing in white elegance and grace
The trees stand naked with no shyness or shame
With nothing to hide them; still striking all the same
strangers everyday stride along the road
None really cares other than huddling from the cold
Someplace In the distance i hear a crackle
Breaking this silence with a simple rattle
Both heads turn, his and mine
Eyes locking somewhere along the line
As if aware of what the other was thinking
Suddenly we knew eachother, just for a twinkling
...
Nature holds still posing in white elegance and grace
The trees stand naked with no shyness or shame
With nothing to hide them; still striking all the same
strangers everyday stride along the road
None really cares other than huddling from the cold
Someplace In the distance i hear a crackle
Breaking this silence with a simple rattle
Both heads turn, his and mine
Eyes locking somewhere along the line
As if aware of what the other was thinking
Suddenly we knew eachother, just for a twinkling
...
395 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2016 7:16am
14th Sep 2016 7:16am
Picture frame
Stuck inside a picture frame
A moment captured in time
incased inside a picture frame
Unable to move on
Past the walls
Past the glass
Past this instant so sweet
Watching ruins crumble
Shielded by the translucent sheet
Caged or protected
The line between them fades
Colors paled by the scorshing sun
I cant seem to break away
A moment captured in time
incased inside a picture frame
Unable to move on
Past the walls
Past the glass
Past this instant so sweet
Watching ruins crumble
Shielded by the translucent sheet
Caged or protected
The line between them fades
Colors paled by the scorshing sun
I cant seem to break away
515 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2016 3:04pm
12th Sep 2016 3:04pm
In between
I dont want to be the bold words
Yelling to be noticed
Nor the italics
Wanting to be different
Not even the commas and periods
That set the pace and flow
I want to be the silence
The beauty unheard
Present in all works, that's what i want to be
Nothing more than the spaces in between
Yelling to be noticed
Nor the italics
Wanting to be different
Not even the commas and periods
That set the pace and flow
I want to be the silence
The beauty unheard
Present in all works, that's what i want to be
Nothing more than the spaces in between
446 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 12:00pm
10th Sep 2016 12:00pm
...
Drifting, aimless, lost
She walks in complete darkness
Robbed of sight
Her fingerstips brush against
Coarse thoughts
Her ears bombarded with the crashing of
Harsh words
Gust of soft whispers
Caress her hair
Her feet delicately dance on
Sweet goodbyes
Pains slithers up her legs
Slyly warping her abdomen
Crushing her lungs
Her mouth is overflowing with
Passionate kisses
Her back arching against the slightest
Graze of pain or pleasure
And there she floats in limbo...
She walks in complete darkness
Robbed of sight
Her fingerstips brush against
Coarse thoughts
Her ears bombarded with the crashing of
Harsh words
Gust of soft whispers
Caress her hair
Her feet delicately dance on
Sweet goodbyes
Pains slithers up her legs
Slyly warping her abdomen
Crushing her lungs
Her mouth is overflowing with
Passionate kisses
Her back arching against the slightest
Graze of pain or pleasure
And there she floats in limbo...
495 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 10:18am
10th Sep 2016 10:18am
Murder
I murdered someone
In cold blood and hate
I murdered someone
And it felt as if it were fate
I held the knife
Held it like a mighty sword
I released myself of strife
And spoke in harsh words
It was their indifference
It fuelled my anger
No longer struggling with dissonance
Yearning to strangle her
They cheered me on!
Like a gladiator in a pit
Words with venom spun
The victim not worth the spit!
Entertainment, they cackled with a grin
They loved watching the blood drain
A place where they vented...
In cold blood and hate
I murdered someone
And it felt as if it were fate
I held the knife
Held it like a mighty sword
I released myself of strife
And spoke in harsh words
It was their indifference
It fuelled my anger
No longer struggling with dissonance
Yearning to strangle her
They cheered me on!
Like a gladiator in a pit
Words with venom spun
The victim not worth the spit!
Entertainment, they cackled with a grin
They loved watching the blood drain
A place where they vented...
502 reads
3 Comments
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