Submissions by Sevensyllablestory (an anonymous poet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When life gives you a bum hand, scribble poetry frantically on the backs of all the cards before it skips from the palace of your mind holding hands with the spoon.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 10:07am
23rd Feb 2017 10:07am
Please
Hold onto heaven
And the hopes of yesterday
Dreams that come to pass
Are waiting in the distance
Stay a while with me
And when the nights are frozen
And the hour is dark
I will build you a shelter
In the caverns of my heart
And the hopes of yesterday
Dreams that come to pass
Are waiting in the distance
Stay a while with me
And when the nights are frozen
And the hour is dark
I will build you a shelter
In the caverns of my heart
539 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 9:54am
23rd Feb 2017 9:54am
Hope
You wake to springs' dawn
And the turning of the world
You can hear the birds
Where there were voices; static
Now you understand
Why the world goes on blooming
Now you understand
Why the poets write, ink stained
Now you can write along too
And the turning of the world
You can hear the birds
Where there were voices; static
Now you understand
Why the world goes on blooming
Now you understand
Why the poets write, ink stained
Now you can write along too
570 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2017 1:17pm
20th Feb 2017 1:17pm
Nightingale
His kiss burns like ash
All at once, and then ending
I crave withdrawals
Because then I'm thinking clear
As all the diamonds
I couldn't bear to steal
His kiss is a spark
That will be my undoing
One day, sudden combustion
Until then I'm his
To have and hold like money
But I'm worth far more
I am the last nightingale
In the red forest
And I sing my secret songs
When he lays me down
I forget each of the notes
But remember my own name
All at once, and then ending
I crave withdrawals
Because then I'm thinking clear
As all the diamonds
I couldn't bear to steal
His kiss is a spark
That will be my undoing
One day, sudden combustion
Until then I'm his
To have and hold like money
But I'm worth far more
I am the last nightingale
In the red forest
And I sing my secret songs
When he lays me down
I forget each of the notes
But remember my own name
562 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2017 6:33pm
8th Jan 2017 6:33pm
Forego
To forego a childhood
Is no light thing
But a dark, depressing
Undertaking
Your tears spill over
In rosy hues
Tinged with the blood they drank
Now your heart is blue
There's no breathing
At the bottom of the sea
And if you were a treasure chest
Somehow you'd be
Less precious than
The corpse of a shark
But more precious than
Perpetual dark
Somewhere in the middle
Is where you're happy to lay
Torn between two lovers;
Warmed by night and day
Is no light thing
But a dark, depressing
Undertaking
Your tears spill over
In rosy hues
Tinged with the blood they drank
Now your heart is blue
There's no breathing
At the bottom of the sea
And if you were a treasure chest
Somehow you'd be
Less precious than
The corpse of a shark
But more precious than
Perpetual dark
Somewhere in the middle
Is where you're happy to lay
Torn between two lovers;
Warmed by night and day
512 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2017 11:29am
8th Jan 2017 11:29am
The Cemetery Boy, pt 2
I am just
A rotting dove
And you are not
The sky above
In distant days
I sailed your shores
Until the day
You wanted more
So I gave it
With my heart
Until the day
You tore me
apart
A rotting dove
And you are not
The sky above
In distant days
I sailed your shores
Until the day
You wanted more
So I gave it
With my heart
Until the day
You tore me
apart
534 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2017 12:55pm
7th Jan 2017 12:55pm
The Cemetery Boy
I have always loved you
What for, I know not why
Flowers do not bloom here
Under the nuclear sky
I am but a memory
A fragile bird skull you took
You crushed me until I died
With a single withering look
I wish I’d never met you
Or that the sun would explode
But you’re written in my stories
And carved into my bones
What for, I know not why
Flowers do not bloom here
Under the nuclear sky
I am but a memory
A fragile bird skull you took
You crushed me until I died
With a single withering look
I wish I’d never met you
Or that the sun would explode
But you’re written in my stories
And carved into my bones
528 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Jan 2017 12:54pm
7th Jan 2017 12:54pm
Thor
You stand on the cusp of greatness. Stranded between the world you buried your heart in and the one you occupy now, you sing as the lonely nightingale does of secretive things. Like the silver locket you bought for yourself and then never showed to anyone, the extravagance like a fiery brand against your skin. Now you wear a cheap, tiny pentacle and a moon to remind you of the vows you made.
And he enters your thoughts tonight, tall and strong and harp golden haired in the eye of your mind. He who would shake every mountain, uproot each tree and raise Jörmungandr from the depths of...
And he enters your thoughts tonight, tall and strong and harp golden haired in the eye of your mind. He who would shake every mountain, uproot each tree and raise Jörmungandr from the depths of...
591 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2016 1:40pm
24th Dec 2016 1:40pm
Homeless
This hits you harder
Than the bottle, he swung true
Blizzard nights, claw fights
Scraps of sustainable turf
Almost like a home
Then he finds you, the bloodhound
Paths of tornadoes
Sweep through the shelter as death
There you go, running again
Than the bottle, he swung true
Blizzard nights, claw fights
Scraps of sustainable turf
Almost like a home
Then he finds you, the bloodhound
Paths of tornadoes
Sweep through the shelter as death
There you go, running again
670 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2016 10:11am
23rd Dec 2016 10:11am
A gun kind of blue
A gun kind of blue
Is left: the wake of my touch
Burns as the sunset
Leaving ashen bulletholes
And the stench of death
The sound of voices, raucous
Demanding always
The fullest of attention
I stand like a soldier now
Is left: the wake of my touch
Burns as the sunset
Leaving ashen bulletholes
And the stench of death
The sound of voices, raucous
Demanding always
The fullest of attention
I stand like a soldier now
602 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2016 8:06am
21st Dec 2016 8:06am
Nuthouse
Nuthouse is the word
They throw over me like sand
'Crazy' 'paranoid'
The words they use to destroy
When i'm not crazy
Just a bit bent out of shape
I wish they could see
That i'm as human as them
Beneath the shattered veneer
They throw over me like sand
'Crazy' 'paranoid'
The words they use to destroy
When i'm not crazy
Just a bit bent out of shape
I wish they could see
That i'm as human as them
Beneath the shattered veneer
576 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2016 8:02am
21st Dec 2016 8:02am
An empty cupboard
An empty cupboard
TV license due monday
Pills have an appeal
As does the quiet, frayed noose
Your heart is barren
As your malnourished stomach
When the lights go out
Will you shout into the dark
Or sit quiet and hunger?
TV license due monday
Pills have an appeal
As does the quiet, frayed noose
Your heart is barren
As your malnourished stomach
When the lights go out
Will you shout into the dark
Or sit quiet and hunger?
564 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2016 6:44pm
19th Dec 2016 6:44pm
The heart of everything
Lonely nightingale
The heart of everything
Is buried within
Eons and eons of sand
That shift as you sing
The song of everything
Sad as the daisies
In sunshines' unending rain
Or winters' dismal glory
The heart of everything
Is buried within
Eons and eons of sand
That shift as you sing
The song of everything
Sad as the daisies
In sunshines' unending rain
Or winters' dismal glory
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