Submissions by PerverseImp (Alice Rathburn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I wouldn't call myself a poet. Not now, and most likely not ever. I'm just a walking ball of anxiety and stress that puts pen to paper when I have the time and inclination, because it makes me feel better. Maybe it'll make someone else feel better, too.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 3:57am
7th Jan 2016 3:57am
voyeur.
we watch as cars,
pass by,
sleet-covered roadway
falling away
beneath them.
they do not know
who we are,
so we can pretend
to be just who
we may wish to be.
now, as we watch
the hurried
traffic fly past,
i am a painter
and you are a therapist.
i create grand
glorious murals
depicting rebirth and
you analyse and
explain why i chose to paint them.
people peer
out of the corners
of their eyes as
they pass by,
always oblivious.
they do not...
pass by,
sleet-covered roadway
falling away
beneath them.
they do not know
who we are,
so we can pretend
to be just who
we may wish to be.
now, as we watch
the hurried
traffic fly past,
i am a painter
and you are a therapist.
i create grand
glorious murals
depicting rebirth and
you analyse and
explain why i chose to paint them.
people peer
out of the corners
of their eyes as
they pass by,
always oblivious.
they do not...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2016 1:34am
6th Jan 2016 1:34am
november, near to me.
polished ivory,
her delicate flesh
pulled taught across
quivering bones
made of the same ferocity
that feeds a fire.
pearl-kissed lips,
parted softly
with the lilting, gentle
caress that fans across
my own flushed skin.
graceful hands,
softly tempting tired muscles
to loosen, rest
and probing fingertips
made only for nurturing
and inspiring comfort.
tumultuous and silver-blue,
like the Atlantic in a winter storm
her gaze flickers fleetingly
with the benevolence of
old humanity.
her delicate flesh
pulled taught across
quivering bones
made of the same ferocity
that feeds a fire.
pearl-kissed lips,
parted softly
with the lilting, gentle
caress that fans across
my own flushed skin.
graceful hands,
softly tempting tired muscles
to loosen, rest
and probing fingertips
made only for nurturing
and inspiring comfort.
tumultuous and silver-blue,
like the Atlantic in a winter storm
her gaze flickers fleetingly
with the benevolence of
old humanity.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2016 4:51am
3rd Jan 2016 4:51am
old news & disappointing coffee.
i once saw a girl
sitting behind a window
at that dated, comfortable
coffee shop at the corner of
west and ninth
she was reading
a newspaper three days old
and covered in the crumbs of
forgotten biscuits and the sugary
bits that form on the bottom of the
wooden stirring sticks they had
and she was frowning
more scowling, with her little blonde
eyebrows, hardly there, coming
so close together that they might
just touch if she became any more
concerned
i still don't know if she knew that
it...
sitting behind a window
at that dated, comfortable
coffee shop at the corner of
west and ninth
she was reading
a newspaper three days old
and covered in the crumbs of
forgotten biscuits and the sugary
bits that form on the bottom of the
wooden stirring sticks they had
and she was frowning
more scowling, with her little blonde
eyebrows, hardly there, coming
so close together that they might
just touch if she became any more
concerned
i still don't know if she knew that
it...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 3:37am
10th Nov 2015 3:37am
come home.
the sky,
did you see it?
i did tonight,
the CO2 greys
and greenhouse greens
i saw the sun,
falling down and outward
a grand explosion of red and
orange amongst the
toxic, suffocating tendrils
of caustic waste clouds
it reminded me of
what i see in your eyes
when you look at me
sometimes, blue pools glitter
they gleam and i
am so easily washed
out into that swirling sea
what i glimpsed tonight
in those eyes of yours
chilled me to the very
marrow of my bones
you seemed lost
and still...
did you see it?
i did tonight,
the CO2 greys
and greenhouse greens
i saw the sun,
falling down and outward
a grand explosion of red and
orange amongst the
toxic, suffocating tendrils
of caustic waste clouds
it reminded me of
what i see in your eyes
when you look at me
sometimes, blue pools glitter
they gleam and i
am so easily washed
out into that swirling sea
what i glimpsed tonight
in those eyes of yours
chilled me to the very
marrow of my bones
you seemed lost
and still...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Oct 2015 2:35am
28th Oct 2015 2:35am
like hands.
these leaves
are so like
hands
open upward
yearning endlessly for
touch
they change
full spectrum of
colours
gently caressing
anything that may
pass
are so like
hands
open upward
yearning endlessly for
touch
they change
full spectrum of
colours
gently caressing
anything that may
pass
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 2:57am
30th Sep 2015 2:57am
no doubt.
no doubt
my words, they’re trapped
a web of truths, woven with
lies.
no doubt
i speak, language tumbling
freely descending, it’s stopped
mid-flight.
no doubt
my regrets, spoken confessions
absquatulating, making known
me.
my words, they’re trapped
a web of truths, woven with
lies.
no doubt
i speak, language tumbling
freely descending, it’s stopped
mid-flight.
no doubt
my regrets, spoken confessions
absquatulating, making known
me.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 1:25am
28th Sep 2015 1:25am
planned obsolescence.
From the beginning,
tiny beings
Sprout, flutter,
breathe.
Nurtured, flourish.
In the middle,
demanding presence.
Cough, sputter,
reach.
Denied, repeat.
At the end,
wisened disciple.
Devote, retire,
retreat.
Remember, obsolete.
tiny beings
Sprout, flutter,
breathe.
Nurtured, flourish.
In the middle,
demanding presence.
Cough, sputter,
reach.
Denied, repeat.
At the end,
wisened disciple.
Devote, retire,
retreat.
Remember, obsolete.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 1:10am
28th Sep 2015 1:10am
so it be
were my love a star
suspended within space
i would fly to see her
and leave my body there
were she let lie
so close to all the earth
i would rest beneath the roots
and leave my body there
and so it be
with the sirens singing above
serenading her in sleep
i will crawl beneath the sea silt
and leave our bodies there.
suspended within space
i would fly to see her
and leave my body there
were she let lie
so close to all the earth
i would rest beneath the roots
and leave my body there
and so it be
with the sirens singing above
serenading her in sleep
i will crawl beneath the sea silt
and leave our bodies there.
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