Submissions by NicodemusReuben
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to make things. I'm not very good at making things out of wood. Or bricks. Or metal. Or wires. So I make things out of words.
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2015 1:46pm
4th Dec 2015 1:46pm
Narcissus Loves Persephone, Self.
I wrote a myth about a girl forever scratching
at her crepe-paper bonds, no flight and no freedom
don't think she heard about it,
and if she did, she never breathed a word about it
let me shout it to the gods.
I'm left with crimson and white,
these blizzards blitzed sin city
since she sat and sniffed shit with me
littered me with kisses out of pity, tipsy on her wisdom,
addiction to the way her chesnut tresses
tumbled on the shoulders of her dresses, a message
to never expect any real connection from a letter.
She almost smiled when she...
at her crepe-paper bonds, no flight and no freedom
don't think she heard about it,
and if she did, she never breathed a word about it
let me shout it to the gods.
I'm left with crimson and white,
these blizzards blitzed sin city
since she sat and sniffed shit with me
littered me with kisses out of pity, tipsy on her wisdom,
addiction to the way her chesnut tresses
tumbled on the shoulders of her dresses, a message
to never expect any real connection from a letter.
She almost smiled when she...
1025 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 12:47pm
11th Sep 2015 12:47pm
Relaxation Methods
This is how I relax:
Dangling these gangly appendages from antiquated
monoliths;
I slap comets quick at rocket ships,
and watch the spider gossamer blossom between the plant pots and polyfiller,
Polly will ya,
fill me
in?
You brush your hair
like you were
waxing violin strings.
And this is how I relax?
This how I relax:,
sat
chatting breeze
on a stack of cracked breezeblocks,
These bricks;
street debris the keen breeze knocks,
tipsy pre-teens play leap frog,
we sip red stripe, cheef weed...
Dangling these gangly appendages from antiquated
monoliths;
I slap comets quick at rocket ships,
and watch the spider gossamer blossom between the plant pots and polyfiller,
Polly will ya,
fill me
in?
You brush your hair
like you were
waxing violin strings.
And this is how I relax?
This how I relax:,
sat
chatting breeze
on a stack of cracked breezeblocks,
These bricks;
street debris the keen breeze knocks,
tipsy pre-teens play leap frog,
we sip red stripe, cheef weed...
886 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 00:43am
27th Aug 2015 00:43am
Benefits Who?
1761 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2015 00:53am
16th Jul 2015 00:53am
Sweatshop Fresh
647 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 00:59am
29th Jan 2015 00:59am
The Dragonfly Effect
Sometimes it seems that these dreams are fleeting,
like piling raked leaves in the middle of a typhoon.
Winds shift with a simple breath, and ten years of sweat
will get erased, like a failed sketch.
Amber and burnished bronze,
turned grey in the flames when the furnace turns on.
Torn asunder in autumnal thunder
and the weight of the days that we crumble under.
So now it's thorns for roses,
blood red petals and assorted bruises.
A master thief with no will to steal -
When the pawn shops shut jacked jeweleries' useless.
Fruitless - apple of your...
like piling raked leaves in the middle of a typhoon.
Winds shift with a simple breath, and ten years of sweat
will get erased, like a failed sketch.
Amber and burnished bronze,
turned grey in the flames when the furnace turns on.
Torn asunder in autumnal thunder
and the weight of the days that we crumble under.
So now it's thorns for roses,
blood red petals and assorted bruises.
A master thief with no will to steal -
When the pawn shops shut jacked jeweleries' useless.
Fruitless - apple of your...
1008 reads
5 Comments
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