Submissions by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2021 3:27pm
16th Apr 2021 3:27pm
White Paper
It is past 3 am,
this is the time
when the words I can trace on the paper,
makes sense.
But, today it seems
they are upset with me.
Everything I write is drifting away,
every word (a cocoon) turning into a butterfly.
Leaving the scent of the ink, and
flying out of the window.
No traces are left off, even a dot.
The paper is as white, as the moon that sits in the sky
the tale now remains stuck inside.
Perhaps, it only belonged to my head.
this is the time
when the words I can trace on the paper,
makes sense.
But, today it seems
they are upset with me.
Everything I write is drifting away,
every word (a cocoon) turning into a butterfly.
Leaving the scent of the ink, and
flying out of the window.
No traces are left off, even a dot.
The paper is as white, as the moon that sits in the sky
the tale now remains stuck inside.
Perhaps, it only belonged to my head.
#sadness
#insomnia
#FeelingLost
511 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2021 5:34am
16th Apr 2021 5:34am
Her
Her pull is stronger than gravity
Her eyes, undiscovered and unseen.
Her lips touched, but not kissed.
Her neck held, but not melt.
Her breasts nipped, but not caressed.
I desire her...
Alas! She lives in a distant dream.
Her eyes, undiscovered and unseen.
Her lips touched, but not kissed.
Her neck held, but not melt.
Her breasts nipped, but not caressed.
I desire her...
Alas! She lives in a distant dream.
#dreams
526 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Apr 2021 3:35pm
15th Apr 2021 3:35pm
Not Fair
You can lie,
but
do not deceive.
but
do not deceive.
#lies
501 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2021 9:33pm
14th Apr 2021 9:33pm
Envelopes and Letters
In this age of Instant Messaging,
I find myself dreading for the thoughtful
and patient exchange of words.
The joy of opening the envelope and
feeling and moving your fingers on the inscribed words.
Reading letters was a joy as it was a long, deep, and
emotive exchange of words and experience.
The words move too fast nowadays to be felt.
We are in the mode of replying, but rarely saying something.
Words do come out, but somehow they lack meaning, intent.
And the sense of having to say something,
when I do not know what to...
I find myself dreading for the thoughtful
and patient exchange of words.
The joy of opening the envelope and
feeling and moving your fingers on the inscribed words.
Reading letters was a joy as it was a long, deep, and
emotive exchange of words and experience.
The words move too fast nowadays to be felt.
We are in the mode of replying, but rarely saying something.
Words do come out, but somehow they lack meaning, intent.
And the sense of having to say something,
when I do not know what to...
#memories
#nostalgia
508 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2021 6:05pm
13th Apr 2021 6:05pm
Not So Cool
Today, I was told, I am cool. I don't think cool is the word people would associate with me. I think people would consider me obnoxious, obstinate, arrogant, self-righteous probably, maybe just maybe also shy, I am/can be shy. I don't really greet people I know with enthusiasm or warmth, I am not too polite or charming. I never really manage to tell what I think, by the time I understand what I think the time is long gone to tell. I struggle to know/understand what I feel, actually. I look back at some things and think about how I felt at the time, but.. when it's happening, I don't have any...
#myself
#SelfReflection
477 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2021 4:37pm
9th Apr 2021 4:37pm
Overflowing Bucket
When my mind gets heavy, I like to empty it.
Like an overflowing bucket of water
that gets too heavy to carry-
When there’s nothing you can do
besides, watch the water spill over the edges.
But... it is not only the weight... but time,
every second amplifies the burden,
gravity and buoyant forces teaming together
pulling me down even more.
And that hurts...
Until it begins to spill over the edges
And you eventually, have the strength to pour it out yourself.
—Ab.C.
Like an overflowing bucket of water
that gets too heavy to carry-
When there’s nothing you can do
besides, watch the water spill over the edges.
But... it is not only the weight... but time,
every second amplifies the burden,
gravity and buoyant forces teaming together
pulling me down even more.
And that hurts...
Until it begins to spill over the edges
And you eventually, have the strength to pour it out yourself.
—Ab.C.
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression #LifeStruggles
#depression #LifeStruggles
458 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2021 6:17pm
7th Apr 2021 6:17pm
End
Everything has an end...
only the sausage has two.
(A German Proverb)
And Dildos
only the sausage has two.
(A German Proverb)
And Dildos
#funny
#philosophical
437 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Apr 2021 12:43pm
6th Apr 2021 12:43pm
Good Morning
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#morning
#sleep
1109 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Apr 2021 9:02am
1st Apr 2021 9:02am
Backdoor
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
#sensual
819 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2021 9:19pm
22nd Mar 2021 9:19pm
Empty Laphroaig Quarter Cask
There were only a few drops
left in the bottle.
Yet! She poured it
in the glass,
mixing it with her (each glance).
And, that was enough to get me
intoxicated.
―Ab.C.
left in the bottle.
Yet! She poured it
in the glass,
mixing it with her (each glance).
And, that was enough to get me
intoxicated.
―Ab.C.
#love
#FallingInLove
402 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2021 9:10pm
22nd Mar 2021 9:10pm
Speakers ON!
They put anode and cathode
on the rings of a tree.
Wires connecting to turntable,
Speakers ON!
It made the music of the years
it grew, spinning....
and spinning in concentric circles
from one year to another.
Centuries of existence, traveling
through the sinusoidal sound waves.
And, I wonder if
I was cut the same,
what song my old bones
would sing?
on the rings of a tree.
Wires connecting to turntable,
Speakers ON!
It made the music of the years
it grew, spinning....
and spinning in concentric circles
from one year to another.
Centuries of existence, traveling
through the sinusoidal sound waves.
And, I wonder if
I was cut the same,
what song my old bones
would sing?
#music
497 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Mar 2021 6:40pm
20th Mar 2021 6:40pm
Finding Balance
I wake up lying on my back
with sunlight pouring down
on my face and the murmur of
the running water close by.
There is a brilliant ache
in my optic nerve
and a steady, painful throbbing
at the base of my skull.
I hear a distant thunder
of the approaching migraine.
So, I rolled on to sit upright
tucking my head between my knees.
The first heavy breaths felt like
someone has put a steel wedge
between my rib cage.
So, I groaned through the pain
and forced my eyes to open.
And they barely...
with sunlight pouring down
on my face and the murmur of
the running water close by.
There is a brilliant ache
in my optic nerve
and a steady, painful throbbing
at the base of my skull.
I hear a distant thunder
of the approaching migraine.
So, I rolled on to sit upright
tucking my head between my knees.
The first heavy breaths felt like
someone has put a steel wedge
between my rib cage.
So, I groaned through the pain
and forced my eyes to open.
And they barely...
#fate
#nightmares
#curse
549 reads
4 Comments
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