Submissions by ODontherain (Melp)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 7:36pm
13th Dec 2009 7:36pm
Ana
Hey, you.
Yeah, I mean that thing, that
emaciated figure on the ground
inside of me. You know how my mind is
furnished and you know how to break into
the core of it, the living room in which
I played video games with my friends
before you came and
pushed them away. For someone so small, Ana,
you take up an awful lot of space. You fill
every corner of my mind. You latch on to it
like a leech. Wrap your tiny limbs around it and
crush it with surprising strength. Oh, yes, you
look so fragile, but you're not weak. And Ana,
if...
Yeah, I mean that thing, that
emaciated figure on the ground
inside of me. You know how my mind is
furnished and you know how to break into
the core of it, the living room in which
I played video games with my friends
before you came and
pushed them away. For someone so small, Ana,
you take up an awful lot of space. You fill
every corner of my mind. You latch on to it
like a leech. Wrap your tiny limbs around it and
crush it with surprising strength. Oh, yes, you
look so fragile, but you're not weak. And Ana,
if...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 9:16pm
2nd Dec 2009 9:16pm
Black Soil
Good morning sunshine!'
(oh bloody robots) -
ticking, tocking,
my arm against plastic -
What a satisfying impact
What a CRACK
(not your skull - well
not this time I think
I may change my mind;
I'm spontaneous like that)
Where's my duvet gone? Ah
under the bed again,
I see
Resorting to that old hidey-hole
are you? Hell
even objects are cowards these days
Flop onto my bed and start
the electrical vibrations - they soothe me
Close my eyes and think
about black worlds and black soil and
black skies and black crayons...
(oh bloody robots) -
ticking, tocking,
my arm against plastic -
What a satisfying impact
What a CRACK
(not your skull - well
not this time I think
I may change my mind;
I'm spontaneous like that)
Where's my duvet gone? Ah
under the bed again,
I see
Resorting to that old hidey-hole
are you? Hell
even objects are cowards these days
Flop onto my bed and start
the electrical vibrations - they soothe me
Close my eyes and think
about black worlds and black soil and
black skies and black crayons...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 9:12pm
2nd Dec 2009 9:12pm
The Cadence of Memory
This
is my moment -
the rocks, the sand, the
foam that used to be mermaids
in a tale I heard
how long ago? Well I wouldn't know
My memory's not what it was
since I saw these sounds
in my mind
I sit and listen to
the waves, the water -
Tiptoeing around the rocks
carefully yet
possessively
The cadence of life
engraved in these winds for
eternity
(My breath is precious here -
in and out and in and
out, out, out
Coughing salt)
in a tale I heard
there was a girl who saved
the sea...
is my moment -
the rocks, the sand, the
foam that used to be mermaids
in a tale I heard
how long ago? Well I wouldn't know
My memory's not what it was
since I saw these sounds
in my mind
I sit and listen to
the waves, the water -
Tiptoeing around the rocks
carefully yet
possessively
The cadence of life
engraved in these winds for
eternity
(My breath is precious here -
in and out and in and
out, out, out
Coughing salt)
in a tale I heard
there was a girl who saved
the sea...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2009 8:22pm
30th Nov 2009 8:22pm
The Laughter and the Lonesome
It's getting very easy not to care
To travel in a circle
round ungraceful thoughts
Aren't we just enjoying this
scenery we've seen
so many times before?
The lonesome tunes her violin
She's made of smoke, I think
But her puppets are fairly tangible
We're tripping over our breath
without shame
Teardrops burn in flames
Just as well as coal
and paper airplanes
Familiar
high-pitched tunes
pierce the air and
shatter
inside my head
Let's cut
the violin's strings - they are ...
To travel in a circle
round ungraceful thoughts
Aren't we just enjoying this
scenery we've seen
so many times before?
The lonesome tunes her violin
She's made of smoke, I think
But her puppets are fairly tangible
We're tripping over our breath
without shame
Teardrops burn in flames
Just as well as coal
and paper airplanes
Familiar
high-pitched tunes
pierce the air and
shatter
inside my head
Let's cut
the violin's strings - they are ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2009 8:14pm
30th Nov 2009 8:14pm
Ash t-tear tray
Tick.
Broken glass, a whole
shattered ash tray on the floor
I'm inhaling toxic dust
sticking to the
haemoglobin in my blood?
And I feel greater than ever,
just like they said,
today,
this very special day
when I was going to get
married! Tied to
an ordinary bastard
with whom I should be completely besotted,
of course,
except I wasn't.
I didn't even know him
the day he brought me that
pretty little ring
...
Broken glass, a whole
shattered ash tray on the floor
I'm inhaling toxic dust
sticking to the
haemoglobin in my blood?
And I feel greater than ever,
just like they said,
today,
this very special day
when I was going to get
married! Tied to
an ordinary bastard
with whom I should be completely besotted,
of course,
except I wasn't.
I didn't even know him
the day he brought me that
pretty little ring
...
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