Submissions by MykosFemme
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2017 4:48am
21st Jun 2017 4:48am
About The Cat
Welcome to my home,
Yes, I see
You've met my cat
His name is Bubby
But that doesn't matter,
He meows constantly
Begging for food
He is now nineteen
Old, I know
But more importantly
Do not trust the cat
He is a liar and a thief
A murderer, even
He has killed babies
Entire families,
Thrown their bodies at my feet,
Then begged for food
Can't you see?
The cat has no morals
No sense of decency
You cannot, cannot trust the cat
He flings his litter free
To go everywhere...
Yes, I see
You've met my cat
His name is Bubby
But that doesn't matter,
He meows constantly
Begging for food
He is now nineteen
Old, I know
But more importantly
Do not trust the cat
He is a liar and a thief
A murderer, even
He has killed babies
Entire families,
Thrown their bodies at my feet,
Then begged for food
Can't you see?
The cat has no morals
No sense of decency
You cannot, cannot trust the cat
He flings his litter free
To go everywhere...
646 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2017 4:46pm
18th Jun 2017 4:46pm
Finding North
Sure footing I have found! - again,
My path, once more, has morphed,
This way has to be the One,
A compass needle bouncing back and forth,
Will I wander until I die?
When will this needle settle north?
My path, once more, has morphed,
This way has to be the One,
A compass needle bouncing back and forth,
Will I wander until I die?
When will this needle settle north?
539 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2017 9:14pm
4th Jun 2017 9:14pm
Days Like These
I pack my things into the box,
Push them into shape,
I check the room for forgotten stuff,
Then seal the box with tape,
The sun peaks through the canopy,
And from the window leaks a breeze,
I sit and look at my packed boxes,
Soon comes the end of days like these.
Push them into shape,
I check the room for forgotten stuff,
Then seal the box with tape,
The sun peaks through the canopy,
And from the window leaks a breeze,
I sit and look at my packed boxes,
Soon comes the end of days like these.
548 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2017 4:58am
30th May 2017 4:58am
Skeleton's Dance
The skeletons in our closet
Dance before our eyes
Around the fire in front of us
The ones with deadened eyes
The spark is gone, and only ignites
When laid upon drugs, sex, money
Or something they can steal
The fire before us
Is filled with familial love
Mothers telling stories
Fathers tending the grill
The daughter bringing cake
And the son, hiding his secrets
Skeletons running from the table
After mysterious calls
Skeletons swinging by their neck
From their girlfriends garage rafters
Mothers crying in...
Dance before our eyes
Around the fire in front of us
The ones with deadened eyes
The spark is gone, and only ignites
When laid upon drugs, sex, money
Or something they can steal
The fire before us
Is filled with familial love
Mothers telling stories
Fathers tending the grill
The daughter bringing cake
And the son, hiding his secrets
Skeletons running from the table
After mysterious calls
Skeletons swinging by their neck
From their girlfriends garage rafters
Mothers crying in...
801 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2017 5:39am
6th May 2017 5:39am
Orion's Haiku
The dog's my armrest
And I'm a human pillow
Evenings with Ori
And I'm a human pillow
Evenings with Ori
561 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2017 5:23am
30th Apr 2017 5:23am
Twelve
Freddy Mercury's face on fire - a sight I never thought I'd see,
His eyes, shadowed in the Queen poster, blazing back at me,
Twelve years ago you gave this to me, rolled up under your arm,
A gift from a dear friend, a gesture with no alarm,
I pinned it to my wall right above my bed,
And remember seeing, in the streetlights, the glare from Freddy's head,
Twelve years later here I am, with a can of kerosene and a Bic,
Thinking of all the hurt you've done, my memories make me sick,
For twelve years I...
His eyes, shadowed in the Queen poster, blazing back at me,
Twelve years ago you gave this to me, rolled up under your arm,
A gift from a dear friend, a gesture with no alarm,
I pinned it to my wall right above my bed,
And remember seeing, in the streetlights, the glare from Freddy's head,
Twelve years later here I am, with a can of kerosene and a Bic,
Thinking of all the hurt you've done, my memories make me sick,
For twelve years I...
822 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Apr 2017 10:11pm
29th Apr 2017 10:11pm
Crow and Squirrel
The lone crow's bark echoes against the gray still sky,
It does not see the cold squirrel below,
Dinner for many, feast for one, who we are after we die,
The crow could surely eat the flesh and surely nibble upon the marrow,
If only it would look at the dead below instead of the gray still sky.
It does not see the cold squirrel below,
Dinner for many, feast for one, who we are after we die,
The crow could surely eat the flesh and surely nibble upon the marrow,
If only it would look at the dead below instead of the gray still sky.
644 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2017 3:45am
18th Apr 2017 3:45am
Treading the Mill
Bare toes push into the soil,
Round, round, we tread the mill,
Stang drags the ground and plows the earth,
Round, round, the Horned One stirs,
Summons rattle from our chest,
Round, round, the Mother sings,
Sweating, prancing, widdershins,
Round, round, balefire warms our skin,
Glossed with fat and poison plants,
Round, round, in dark we dance,
The world spins as we tread the mill.
Round, round, we tread the mill,
Stang drags the ground and plows the earth,
Round, round, the Horned One stirs,
Summons rattle from our chest,
Round, round, the Mother sings,
Sweating, prancing, widdershins,
Round, round, balefire warms our skin,
Glossed with fat and poison plants,
Round, round, in dark we dance,
The world spins as we tread the mill.
668 reads
6 Comments
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