Submissions by Myst86
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2017 3:57am
24th Dec 2017 3:57am
The Ex—-Peter
Afflicted mind.
Some old woman knitting
in a brittle rocking chair.
Mothballs mixed with
white stubble on her upper lip.
Heavy lids weighted
pain, sorrow
the clicking sound of
knitting needles.
Hollowed out
darkened corners
pungent odors swarming
by lantern light.
Gnawing
secrets slither
through mouse holes
damp air.
Tinged in green
and nicotine stains
peeling walls.
Once upon a—-
Wistful Wendy
tripped on her cheroot
was left behind.
Some old woman knitting
in a brittle rocking chair.
Mothballs mixed with
white stubble on her upper lip.
Heavy lids weighted
pain, sorrow
the clicking sound of
knitting needles.
Hollowed out
darkened corners
pungent odors swarming
by lantern light.
Gnawing
secrets slither
through mouse holes
damp air.
Tinged in green
and nicotine stains
peeling walls.
Once upon a—-
Wistful Wendy
tripped on her cheroot
was left behind.
#PopCulture
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2017 7:07am
7th Dec 2017 7:07am
I-cee
Frosted banquets unfurl
across latent dreams.
Delectable morsels
rolling rises of ivory
white chocolate
decadence.
Ladled lustrous icing
clouds filter
luminescence, giggling brooks.
Percolating impressions
slide sifting through
feathers and fancies.
Silvered warbles
sway their dainty heads
to the whispering wing
the dusky stare of the junco.
Crystalline against milky breaths,
azure polishing a curtsy.
Her fading eyes
held snow
and warmth.
A silhouette
in...
across latent dreams.
Delectable morsels
rolling rises of ivory
white chocolate
decadence.
Ladled lustrous icing
clouds filter
luminescence, giggling brooks.
Percolating impressions
slide sifting through
feathers and fancies.
Silvered warbles
sway their dainty heads
to the whispering wing
the dusky stare of the junco.
Crystalline against milky breaths,
azure polishing a curtsy.
Her fading eyes
held snow
and warmth.
A silhouette
in...
#nature
#snow
516 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2017 5:37pm
23rd Nov 2017 5:37pm
A Molehill for a Penny
Between the here and now
the solace has given over to screeching.
Arching an eyebrow
a sardonic plague
infiltrates the teeming beasts
that darken stairwells and sidewalks.
Fear is on their tongues
and hatred billows their skirts
the belching mouth
of barely repressed self-disgust.
We are all soldiers
in makeshift uniforms
following a trend.
Stepping off cliffs, ledges
we look back
a pillar of salt
for regret.
This is how mountains are made.
the solace has given over to screeching.
Arching an eyebrow
a sardonic plague
infiltrates the teeming beasts
that darken stairwells and sidewalks.
Fear is on their tongues
and hatred billows their skirts
the belching mouth
of barely repressed self-disgust.
We are all soldiers
in makeshift uniforms
following a trend.
Stepping off cliffs, ledges
we look back
a pillar of salt
for regret.
This is how mountains are made.
#PopCulture
494 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2017 10:05pm
21st Nov 2017 10:05pm
Phantom Forest, The Haunting
Inviting greens
their petioles
as hands opened to
the curious stranger.
Adventurous spirits
gasp, they thrill
at the beamish decadence,
the overwhelming verdure.
The worn paths,
civilization's abrasive affects
sharply harsh against new growth.
Go deeper in, deeper calm.
Into the bed of solace,
we fall spell-bound
to its whispering promises.
Cajoling our senses
the mysterious allure
methodically breathing.
their petioles
as hands opened to
the curious stranger.
Adventurous spirits
gasp, they thrill
at the beamish decadence,
the overwhelming verdure.
The worn paths,
civilization's abrasive affects
sharply harsh against new growth.
Go deeper in, deeper calm.
Into the bed of solace,
we fall spell-bound
to its whispering promises.
Cajoling our senses
the mysterious allure
methodically breathing.
#dark
#forest
486 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2017 9:46pm
21st Nov 2017 9:46pm
It’s how you finish.
Tracing the outline of a face
with eyes and fingertips.
Roughened thumbs on cheekbones,
flushed cheeks to heated skin.
Eyes opened then to shutter, fall,
and hands are wanderers who search to hold.
Petaled lips, their gentle tint
meets desire with an open sigh.
crushed roses underfoot
Darkened irises whose passion caresses
the sparks of fire the churning emotion.
And we cling and shudder to grab
illusive twinges, blossoming promise.
cupping flame in our hands, a poignant pang.
And I tilt my...
with eyes and fingertips.
Roughened thumbs on cheekbones,
flushed cheeks to heated skin.
Eyes opened then to shutter, fall,
and hands are wanderers who search to hold.
Petaled lips, their gentle tint
meets desire with an open sigh.
crushed roses underfoot
Darkened irises whose passion caresses
the sparks of fire the churning emotion.
And we cling and shudder to grab
illusive twinges, blossoming promise.
cupping flame in our hands, a poignant pang.
And I tilt my...
#PopCulture
568 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 5:00pm
18th Nov 2017 5:00pm
Playing at Disinterested
Oh colored greys that bring a shadow's kiss
by casting misty gazes on love's sigh.
Where eyes do blindly view and tease dark bliss,
the moon a watchman beams intrigue's reply.
The traversed paths of weary feet to show
in stumbling steps dim glow does fail to stay.
So gleams the ghostly stare that grounds the crow
by skies of pitch to cloak and hide away.
But sun will cast a shadow on each thing
and flagrancy is voice to prying eyes.
The moon's lit reach does naught to light a wing,
yet puts a face on clarity's...
by casting misty gazes on love's sigh.
Where eyes do blindly view and tease dark bliss,
the moon a watchman beams intrigue's reply.
The traversed paths of weary feet to show
in stumbling steps dim glow does fail to stay.
So gleams the ghostly stare that grounds the crow
by skies of pitch to cloak and hide away.
But sun will cast a shadow on each thing
and flagrancy is voice to prying eyes.
The moon's lit reach does naught to light a wing,
yet puts a face on clarity's...
#moon
#shadows
#nature
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
505 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 2:29am
18th Nov 2017 2:29am
Global Warning
Lashing out, your anger bears
a striking resemblance
to glitter swirling in an anarchist's globe.
Deafened by your tomb of make-shift glass,
a million eyes watch in abject awe.
Earth is a foot in sinking sand,
and your livid fists
can only foam at humanity's demise.
Chaos, the aspartame for freedom
halts your forward momentum.
They are dying. You watch them drown.
You imprisoned by a plastic sphere.
Eyes are bottomless chasms of fear
with strain carving lines around open lips,
wind-up teeth...
a striking resemblance
to glitter swirling in an anarchist's globe.
Deafened by your tomb of make-shift glass,
a million eyes watch in abject awe.
Earth is a foot in sinking sand,
and your livid fists
can only foam at humanity's demise.
Chaos, the aspartame for freedom
halts your forward momentum.
They are dying. You watch them drown.
You imprisoned by a plastic sphere.
Eyes are bottomless chasms of fear
with strain carving lines around open lips,
wind-up teeth...
#shadows
#evolution
#despair #suffering
#despair #suffering
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 2:13am
18th Nov 2017 2:13am
Ink-Stained Glass
I write a poem here and there.
I see artists splatter their canvases with words.
The paint is still wet.
It puddles to the ground.
I stumble along the city walk,
watching street painter's spew words like volcanoes.
Powerful volcanoes, beautiful deadly things.
I'm infinitely jealous.
A cathedral looms nearby
I walk in with head bowed.
They paint delicate pictures
but their words are chants and solemn vows.
The emotion filling their music is high pitched and hollow.
Words are shallow bits of fluff without...
I see artists splatter their canvases with words.
The paint is still wet.
It puddles to the ground.
I stumble along the city walk,
watching street painter's spew words like volcanoes.
Powerful volcanoes, beautiful deadly things.
I'm infinitely jealous.
A cathedral looms nearby
I walk in with head bowed.
They paint delicate pictures
but their words are chants and solemn vows.
The emotion filling their music is high pitched and hollow.
Words are shallow bits of fluff without...
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#freedom
#redemption
#art
472 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 4:21am
16th Nov 2017 4:21am
Whirs the Windmill
Stumbling over epitaphs
steel toed boots are little comfort.
My ankles sprained
the world a ball and chain
creating wormwood trails
well-worked cavernous trenches.
Sky is a funny bedfellow
stretching imperceptibly
its gap toothed smile
betraying secrets of hope and sorrow.
Horizons
bruises or blessings.
A dollar or a penny
for thoughts that blink
(a seedy rest stop
whose saving grace
is a 50 watt bulb with
fickle tendencies.)
Glancing horrors
cause gasps and images ...
steel toed boots are little comfort.
My ankles sprained
the world a ball and chain
creating wormwood trails
well-worked cavernous trenches.
Sky is a funny bedfellow
stretching imperceptibly
its gap toothed smile
betraying secrets of hope and sorrow.
Horizons
bruises or blessings.
A dollar or a penny
for thoughts that blink
(a seedy rest stop
whose saving grace
is a 50 watt bulb with
fickle tendencies.)
Glancing horrors
cause gasps and images ...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
456 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2017 11:13pm
15th Nov 2017 11:13pm
Awareness and Pain
Laughter swelled on summer days,
sprinkled with water fights and frolicking smiles
that leaped and gamboled
across open faces.
The sun whose visage was all but hidden,
glowed with vows for more to come,
as you sat in your corner,
with your needlework and perfect stitches.
And any light was blocked
by the shadows
that swallowed you whole
while I played as a child with hope.
You died with a heart open to love
but light smothered in your eyes.
I tried to reach you after I saw your pain.
But needles...
sprinkled with water fights and frolicking smiles
that leaped and gamboled
across open faces.
The sun whose visage was all but hidden,
glowed with vows for more to come,
as you sat in your corner,
with your needlework and perfect stitches.
And any light was blocked
by the shadows
that swallowed you whole
while I played as a child with hope.
You died with a heart open to love
but light smothered in your eyes.
I tried to reach you after I saw your pain.
But needles...
#love
455 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 7:55pm
14th Nov 2017 7:55pm
Premeditating S’word’smith
Marching orders..
Scared eyes.
They rule the world.
Blended voices
hide the truth
under felt-tip marker lines
honesty blacked out by progress--
by fear.
Shells waking
walking with hollowed eyes
and slack jawed faces.
In broad daylight
women and children topple
a deck of cards
all hearts.
All hearts and minds
and dreams and life
gone are pieces of humanity.
Tossed, discarded, forgotten
ashes to ashes
dust to dust.
And here I sit fussing over spilled milk
and a...
Scared eyes.
They rule the world.
Blended voices
hide the truth
under felt-tip marker lines
honesty blacked out by progress--
by fear.
Shells waking
walking with hollowed eyes
and slack jawed faces.
In broad daylight
women and children topple
a deck of cards
all hearts.
All hearts and minds
and dreams and life
gone are pieces of humanity.
Tossed, discarded, forgotten
ashes to ashes
dust to dust.
And here I sit fussing over spilled milk
and a...
#hope
#motivational
#consumerism
542 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 7:46pm
14th Nov 2017 7:46pm
Mine, Mine, Minee..
Under the eaves of rippling pinstriped shades
laughter rides rowdy gusts of briny breezes.
Beady-eyed gulls peer at checkered paper offerings
while sunlight glaring, beams, and time that old cliche, freezes.
I still and cast an imploring gaze, to capture nostalgia before it fades.
Mingled, mangled scents surround me like sultry words
wide smiles ablaze despite looming threats to food and fingers.
As the sunset dives behind willowy waves and looming greys,
dulcet tones from a carousel twinkling lingers.
Someone in the peripheral teases, "This...
laughter rides rowdy gusts of briny breezes.
Beady-eyed gulls peer at checkered paper offerings
while sunlight glaring, beams, and time that old cliche, freezes.
I still and cast an imploring gaze, to capture nostalgia before it fades.
Mingled, mangled scents surround me like sultry words
wide smiles ablaze despite looming threats to food and fingers.
As the sunset dives behind willowy waves and looming greys,
dulcet tones from a carousel twinkling lingers.
Someone in the peripheral teases, "This...
#PopCulture
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1 Comment
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