Submissions by Number16Busshelter (Number 16 Bus shelter)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th May 2010 7:22am
4th May 2010 7:22am
The Taxi Passenger
The Taxi Passenger.
The taxi brakes, hard and fast in the dark. The squeal of tires rip the air, tendrils of smoke and the acrid pang of burning rubber left in its wake.
thud
Silence.
The taxi driver swears, harsh and foreign. He throws open the door, jumping out. Crouching by the wheel, he wipes the sweat from his brow. He is still for a moment, focusing on his breathing, in.... out... trying to swallow the rising sense of deja-vu. He stands, pushing the heap of blood and bone to the side with the toe of his boot. Sighing, he slides...
The taxi brakes, hard and fast in the dark. The squeal of tires rip the air, tendrils of smoke and the acrid pang of burning rubber left in its wake.
thud
Silence.
The taxi driver swears, harsh and foreign. He throws open the door, jumping out. Crouching by the wheel, he wipes the sweat from his brow. He is still for a moment, focusing on his breathing, in.... out... trying to swallow the rising sense of deja-vu. He stands, pushing the heap of blood and bone to the side with the toe of his boot. Sighing, he slides...
930 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Apr 2010 2:06am
28th Apr 2010 2:06am
Bloodied Knees, and Diamond Vision
You, person there,
tell me
its not what I think
see here?
this paradigm of need?
it's just below the lie
look closely...
And while I lie
it rejects my rationalizations
out of hand, not a care
for cliched dreams and fears
crows,
no, vultures
banners, chants
what is this?
upon the landscape of my soul?
There!
from the dawn something clears
men in metal
swords at their sides
dragons at their backs
and your face upon their flags
you hunger for your prize
see that hill?...
tell me
its not what I think
see here?
this paradigm of need?
it's just below the lie
look closely...
And while I lie
it rejects my rationalizations
out of hand, not a care
for cliched dreams and fears
crows,
no, vultures
banners, chants
what is this?
upon the landscape of my soul?
There!
from the dawn something clears
men in metal
swords at their sides
dragons at their backs
and your face upon their flags
you hunger for your prize
see that hill?...
997 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2010 12:56pm
27th Apr 2010 12:56pm
I hate it when
Inspired by the 'I hate it when...' game.
I hate it when
Every thought connects back to you
running in circles through my mind
a dying, fading, featherless parrot
a tape recorder on infinite repeat
I hate it when
Your memory drags me to your arms
shoeless, bleeding,
no map, no compass
no exit from this valley
I hate it when
I need you so badly
my own molecules repulse me
chasing after you
in techni-coloured death
I hate it when
You tell me its not love
and I've gone and...
I hate it when
Every thought connects back to you
running in circles through my mind
a dying, fading, featherless parrot
a tape recorder on infinite repeat
I hate it when
Your memory drags me to your arms
shoeless, bleeding,
no map, no compass
no exit from this valley
I hate it when
I need you so badly
my own molecules repulse me
chasing after you
in techni-coloured death
I hate it when
You tell me its not love
and I've gone and...
993 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2009 3:05am
30th Dec 2009 3:05am
A Cigarette
Ink drops, they fall from a pen
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
830 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2009 3:03am
30th Dec 2009 3:03am
death is synonym for life
brush your hand
blur the breaths of reality
on the canvass of despair
stitch a blindfold
for the past to wear
oh the throats, they lie torn
the hearts bled dry
but you and I -
hurtle on a death wish
a dream ship
we blur surreal
the auto-pilot feels
God Damn.
Dioxide Tear
Future dark, burning eyes, waxen faces
trail in our wake
watching our minds break
brush your tongue upon my ear
whisper whisper
electronica
the heart beat the nothing streaks the nothing world
believe me deceive me
and I could be free
blur the breaths of reality
on the canvass of despair
stitch a blindfold
for the past to wear
oh the throats, they lie torn
the hearts bled dry
but you and I -
hurtle on a death wish
a dream ship
we blur surreal
the auto-pilot feels
God Damn.
Dioxide Tear
Future dark, burning eyes, waxen faces
trail in our wake
watching our minds break
brush your tongue upon my ear
whisper whisper
electronica
the heart beat the nothing streaks the nothing world
believe me deceive me
and I could be free
1167 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2009 10:28am
28th Dec 2009 10:28am
$2.50 to travel the world
I'll just say first off, that although this is my first post, It's not the type of poem I normally write - I don't know if I even like this to be honest. It's not a good poem, but I'm posting it because it's different, odd. It might seem clichéd/pretentious.
$2.50 to travel the world
I wander dark, dark paths
to loose myself in bloody horizons
in the corner of the post office
the wolves bray
my spine tingles, my blood freezes
or so the letters say
$2.50 to travel the world
I charged it to my soul
guess I'm...
$2.50 to travel the world
I wander dark, dark paths
to loose myself in bloody horizons
in the corner of the post office
the wolves bray
my spine tingles, my blood freezes
or so the letters say
$2.50 to travel the world
I charged it to my soul
guess I'm...
904 reads
3 Comments
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