Submissions by Sslowcheetahh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2010 00:02am
20th Dec 2010 00:02am
Train.
Fast asleep, fast asleep, fast asleep,
What do you dream?
Watching you from my newspaper
Like a moustache of hot chocolate cream.
Softly snore, softly snore, softly snore.
What do you see?
Tightly shut eyes, of pastry creased
I'm becoming your willing detainee.
Passing sign, passing sign, passing sign.
I've missed my station.
Empty carriage, closer now.
I don't think gazing is a form of flirtation.
Gentle breath, gentle breath, gentle breath.
What colour are your eyes?
Tracing the shape of your face with...
What do you dream?
Watching you from my newspaper
Like a moustache of hot chocolate cream.
Softly snore, softly snore, softly snore.
What do you see?
Tightly shut eyes, of pastry creased
I'm becoming your willing detainee.
Passing sign, passing sign, passing sign.
I've missed my station.
Empty carriage, closer now.
I don't think gazing is a form of flirtation.
Gentle breath, gentle breath, gentle breath.
What colour are your eyes?
Tracing the shape of your face with...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2010 3:09pm
14th Aug 2010 3:09pm
What I know about love.
Thought I knew about love.
Had it all figured out.
Discounted fate and soul mates
Without any doubt.
Like two forced puzzle pieces
Love could just fit,
What I didn't know was how little
I knew about it.
My sweet sixteen uttered love
Was nothing but an echo
In an empty cave,
To where I would never go.
I'll admit, I'm still young
And I do make mistakes
But if it's this love I have to prove
I'll do whatever it takes.
At nineteen my life should be
Planned just as far
As the next big night out
Or when...
Had it all figured out.
Discounted fate and soul mates
Without any doubt.
Like two forced puzzle pieces
Love could just fit,
What I didn't know was how little
I knew about it.
My sweet sixteen uttered love
Was nothing but an echo
In an empty cave,
To where I would never go.
I'll admit, I'm still young
And I do make mistakes
But if it's this love I have to prove
I'll do whatever it takes.
At nineteen my life should be
Planned just as far
As the next big night out
Or when...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2010 10:50am
30th Apr 2010 10:50am
My heart hits the ground.
My heart, it hits the ground
And as it falls from its cage,
Knocks every rib on the way down.
It never really meets the floor.
It never really is you.
It never will be any more.
You never just appeared before
Always journeys and preparations
Until we reached your door.
Or big day trips out in places;
Suncream and sensible shoes,
Soaring kites and smiling faces.
And we weren't close in more ways
Than one. Proximity had little
To do with the 'fade to grey's.
Mine were selfish tears
In the day of rain, the...
And as it falls from its cage,
Knocks every rib on the way down.
It never really meets the floor.
It never really is you.
It never will be any more.
You never just appeared before
Always journeys and preparations
Until we reached your door.
Or big day trips out in places;
Suncream and sensible shoes,
Soaring kites and smiling faces.
And we weren't close in more ways
Than one. Proximity had little
To do with the 'fade to grey's.
Mine were selfish tears
In the day of rain, the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2010 00:34am
29th Apr 2010 00:34am
In this moment, at this time.
We've not got a lot in common
You and I.
Well not as far as I know.
But maybe you love the things that I do
And revel in the little pleasures
Like watching through this moving space as I am.
We are human
And we are here, now,
In this moment, at this time.
Watching like flash fiction
Flashing before my eyes
The windows like a start stop animation.
Or an old movie film
Flicking through
Juttered and juxtaposed.
I don't dare blink,
For it's not a moment but
A life that I'm missing.
A rumble and...
You and I.
Well not as far as I know.
But maybe you love the things that I do
And revel in the little pleasures
Like watching through this moving space as I am.
We are human
And we are here, now,
In this moment, at this time.
Watching like flash fiction
Flashing before my eyes
The windows like a start stop animation.
Or an old movie film
Flicking through
Juttered and juxtaposed.
I don't dare blink,
For it's not a moment but
A life that I'm missing.
A rumble and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2010 1:11am
14th Apr 2010 1:11am
Cold Coffee.
It's the cold water.
Things weren't that heated anymore.
It's the milk that doesn't mix
Like the cold marble flooring of your cold,
Cold-hearted father's kitchen.
Or the pattern on my cheesecake which
Was the only thing I smiled at.
The grains and the sugar sit in unconscious sand
Dunes at the bottom of my cup.
Just like the ones I buried my head in
Whenever you buried your head in your hands.
Stirring won't help things any more,
The taste just won't be right.
Recoil your lips from the chill,
Like I recoil from you still.
Things weren't that heated anymore.
It's the milk that doesn't mix
Like the cold marble flooring of your cold,
Cold-hearted father's kitchen.
Or the pattern on my cheesecake which
Was the only thing I smiled at.
The grains and the sugar sit in unconscious sand
Dunes at the bottom of my cup.
Just like the ones I buried my head in
Whenever you buried your head in your hands.
Stirring won't help things any more,
The taste just won't be right.
Recoil your lips from the chill,
Like I recoil from you still.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2010 7:49pm
4th Apr 2010 7:49pm
I dream of you.
Enveloped warm in quilt and in covers
Inward breath scent of entangled lovers.
If I keep to and sleep on the side of my own
I can fool myself into thinking that I'm not alone.
If I begin to drift into a doze,
If I let my heavy eyelids half-close,
I can feel your arms around me tight,
And the tingle of your whisper goodnight.
The rhythm so gentle of your breath at my ear
And comfort of your body so near
To mine, sends me sailing far away,
Into dreams and half-memories of our near-perfect day.
Tossing and turning in...
Inward breath scent of entangled lovers.
If I keep to and sleep on the side of my own
I can fool myself into thinking that I'm not alone.
If I begin to drift into a doze,
If I let my heavy eyelids half-close,
I can feel your arms around me tight,
And the tingle of your whisper goodnight.
The rhythm so gentle of your breath at my ear
And comfort of your body so near
To mine, sends me sailing far away,
Into dreams and half-memories of our near-perfect day.
Tossing and turning in...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2010 00:17am
3rd Apr 2010 00:17am
Inebriated State.
My eyes are dizzy.
Dazed. Confused.
My arm is bruised..
My arm is bruised.
Sleeping in unfamiliar bed.
Remembering what the loo-girls said.
Walk of shame.
What was your name?
What was her name?
Holding open one eye.
Full of drink but tongue still dry.
Dancing 'tilthe morning light.
Watching drunken cat-girls fight.
Phone-lit message way too bright.
Feeling good. Not feeling right.
Make-up run. I'm quite a sight.
But I'm not coming home tonight.
No, I'm not coming home tonight.
Dazed. Confused.
My arm is bruised..
My arm is bruised.
Sleeping in unfamiliar bed.
Remembering what the loo-girls said.
Walk of shame.
What was your name?
What was her name?
Holding open one eye.
Full of drink but tongue still dry.
Dancing 'tilthe morning light.
Watching drunken cat-girls fight.
Phone-lit message way too bright.
Feeling good. Not feeling right.
Make-up run. I'm quite a sight.
But I'm not coming home tonight.
No, I'm not coming home tonight.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2010 11:29pm
26th Mar 2010 11:29pm
Lecture.
Sitting blankly with my mind switched off
Jerked awake with fire alarm or cough
In the cemetery of blue chairs that fold
and mould when you sit on them, cold.
Mouth moving, reading writing, words coming out.
They float in dense clouds around my head and about.
Into my mouth, bounce off of my chin
With each deep breath in, note taking begins.
Jerked awake with fire alarm or cough
In the cemetery of blue chairs that fold
and mould when you sit on them, cold.
Mouth moving, reading writing, words coming out.
They float in dense clouds around my head and about.
Into my mouth, bounce off of my chin
With each deep breath in, note taking begins.
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Mar 2010 3:07pm
20th Mar 2010 3:07pm
You can't please everyone.
You can try your best,
Befriend with what you can.
You can leave us all behind,
No "us" in masterplan.
You will succeed in life,
Overcome all that you fear.
But you won't return to us again,
Because we won't be here.
Befriend with what you can.
You can leave us all behind,
No "us" in masterplan.
You will succeed in life,
Overcome all that you fear.
But you won't return to us again,
Because we won't be here.
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2010 3:05pm
20th Mar 2010 3:05pm
Lost.
A needle in ahaystack most will say,
Or a key when in a rush.
Courage is hard to find sometimes;
Courage to speak.
Courage to ask.
Courage to say "I love you."
The other shoe, the other earring..
Always one of a pair.
The words to say.
Something dropped, a penny rolls,
Disappears from sight.
Happiness.
The hardest thing for me to find, once lost,
Is myself.
Or a key when in a rush.
Courage is hard to find sometimes;
Courage to speak.
Courage to ask.
Courage to say "I love you."
The other shoe, the other earring..
Always one of a pair.
The words to say.
Something dropped, a penny rolls,
Disappears from sight.
Happiness.
The hardest thing for me to find, once lost,
Is myself.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2010 00:27am
15th Mar 2010 00:27am
Miraculous you.
Lately I've found it harder to rhyme.
Convincing myself I had not the time.
But instead, now I know the reason behind...
You need not words.
Nor rhythm, metre, structure or form.
No need to force myself into the shadows of others' amourity.
Because it's you.
Just miraculous you.
I can't glamourise our love,
Or adorn it with trinkets and couplets.
It is natural.
Natural like not needing similes.
Natural is no metaphor.
But it is my skin.
It is part of me and I am within it's secure hold,
So close that without any part...
Convincing myself I had not the time.
But instead, now I know the reason behind...
You need not words.
Nor rhythm, metre, structure or form.
No need to force myself into the shadows of others' amourity.
Because it's you.
Just miraculous you.
I can't glamourise our love,
Or adorn it with trinkets and couplets.
It is natural.
Natural like not needing similes.
Natural is no metaphor.
But it is my skin.
It is part of me and I am within it's secure hold,
So close that without any part...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2010 00:15am
15th Mar 2010 00:15am
Night Terror
When you can't sleep you count the sheep,
I see them in your eyes.
When you dream you shout and scream,
I hear it in your sighs.
Off light switch.
Muscle twitch.
Clammy palm.
Face so calm.
Eyelid tremor.
Your night terror.
Forget your fear...
Because I'll be here.
You'll forget where you were when you start to stir,
Because I'll kiss you 'til you wake.
Your memory will clear when you realise I'm near,
Your night terror, I'll take.
I see them in your eyes.
When you dream you shout and scream,
I hear it in your sighs.
Off light switch.
Muscle twitch.
Clammy palm.
Face so calm.
Eyelid tremor.
Your night terror.
Forget your fear...
Because I'll be here.
You'll forget where you were when you start to stir,
Because I'll kiss you 'til you wake.
Your memory will clear when you realise I'm near,
Your night terror, I'll take.
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