Submissions by Rex_WhoHeUsedToBe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write my heart out.
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2017 8:12pm
6th Aug 2017 8:12pm
Wounded
Too much to do.
As if being comfortable in my skin
Wasn't challenge enough
Feed the beast within
I must too.
A hunger for power.
But also warmth. And security.
From blows to the body
And the heart too.
Such is a presence
That tugs at my being.
I'm scared to think
What it may do.
Mindless fire.
Lends me its power.
It drives the doing
In all that I do.
When it's safe, it's the brightest.
Brilliant, generous,...
As if being comfortable in my skin
Wasn't challenge enough
Feed the beast within
I must too.
A hunger for power.
But also warmth. And security.
From blows to the body
And the heart too.
Such is a presence
That tugs at my being.
I'm scared to think
What it may do.
Mindless fire.
Lends me its power.
It drives the doing
In all that I do.
When it's safe, it's the brightest.
Brilliant, generous,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2017 5:53am
31st Jul 2017 5:53am
Deliverance
How to teach a heart,
How to not love another.
Insecurity a bitch.
Uncertainty another.
More than being happy,
I just don't want to suffer.
How to not love another.
Insecurity a bitch.
Uncertainty another.
More than being happy,
I just don't want to suffer.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 4:44am
27th Jun 2017 4:44am
Away
I came to write a poem.
But there are songs about this already.
Clutching back something it dare not fathom,
The rhythm of my heart unsteady.
So I go, racing against the day.
Before the sun sets on my 21st birthday.
The song of you has made me, love.
The song of you, will make it all okay.
I will always remember you.
But there are songs about this already.
Clutching back something it dare not fathom,
The rhythm of my heart unsteady.
So I go, racing against the day.
Before the sun sets on my 21st birthday.
The song of you has made me, love.
The song of you, will make it all okay.
I will always remember you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2017 10:56am
29th May 2017 10:56am
What No One Tells You About Going Home
You've been living alone for too long.
Becoming your own man.
Dad just quit his job.
Not that you will understand.
Your brother and he.
From the airport, they pick you up.
You can tell they don't talk.
Not that you give a fuck.
You ask yourself why
You were excited at all.
Who did you come home to meet,
After all?
Mom? But she's not here.
She's far away.
She's found freedom.
And she's happy that way.
You actually don't like
Your father very...
Becoming your own man.
Dad just quit his job.
Not that you will understand.
Your brother and he.
From the airport, they pick you up.
You can tell they don't talk.
Not that you give a fuck.
You ask yourself why
You were excited at all.
Who did you come home to meet,
After all?
Mom? But she's not here.
She's far away.
She's found freedom.
And she's happy that way.
You actually don't like
Your father very...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2017 10:54am
19th May 2017 10:54am
Fantasy
I dreamt of you again last night.
It's beginning to happen every now and then.
It was a beautiful, surreal festival.
Fantastic, but felt very real then.
A festival, yes.
"She has organized it", I sum.
But you are a guest here, as well.
And to witness your spectacle, you've come.
You walk as you admire the grand auditorium
And preparation that must have taken months.
With the class and grace of an unassuming highness,
You are delighted and...
It's beginning to happen every now and then.
It was a beautiful, surreal festival.
Fantastic, but felt very real then.
A festival, yes.
"She has organized it", I sum.
But you are a guest here, as well.
And to witness your spectacle, you've come.
You walk as you admire the grand auditorium
And preparation that must have taken months.
With the class and grace of an unassuming highness,
You are delighted and...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th May 2017 9:53am
15th May 2017 9:53am
The Law
A most beautiful ethical theory.
That that which is right, is also holy.
It upholds when upheld.
Supports when supported.
Protects when protected.
An aesthetically pleasing, ancient word.
Has a rustic, pleasant sound.
Has been around for thousands of years,
But a translation for it, still hasn't been found.
It is neither simple, nor complex.
But profoundly deep, and deeper it gets.
It is beyond binaries, a singular maxim.
Neither deathly peace, nor violence it begets.
In the cosmic...
That that which is right, is also holy.
It upholds when upheld.
Supports when supported.
Protects when protected.
An aesthetically pleasing, ancient word.
Has a rustic, pleasant sound.
Has been around for thousands of years,
But a translation for it, still hasn't been found.
It is neither simple, nor complex.
But profoundly deep, and deeper it gets.
It is beyond binaries, a singular maxim.
Neither deathly peace, nor violence it begets.
In the cosmic...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2017 1:48am
23rd Apr 2017 1:48am
Small Wonder
Babe, you do not like
to be called that, but at once
do as well, by me.
Reluctantly you
let me, and so you condone
my wide-eyed fancy.
I know you're busy.
I saw that picture you posted.
Your friends I've not met.
I am not holding
my breath, either. You seemed to
quite enjoy
their company. You seemed,
happy. And that was "wow", for
me. It was enough.
Maybe, asking for
more would have been unfair, too,
of me. Hm, I guess.
...
to be called that, but at once
do as well, by me.
Reluctantly you
let me, and so you condone
my wide-eyed fancy.
I know you're busy.
I saw that picture you posted.
Your friends I've not met.
I am not holding
my breath, either. You seemed to
quite enjoy
their company. You seemed,
happy. And that was "wow", for
me. It was enough.
Maybe, asking for
more would have been unfair, too,
of me. Hm, I guess.
...
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