Submissions by Sublime
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 2:30pm
23rd Jun 2013 2:30pm
Lolita
Languid murmur, but soft,
the sweetest of blossoms
delicate, subdued
such beauty is unfair
you are not ripe
yet delectable as honeydew
more fragile and intricate
than calligraphy
more tantalizing than any fruit
and safer than any dwelling
how I could watch you for days
work grace into your art
you are so pure
and I dare not defile you
with a touch of my hand
or even a glance,
as always,
I am unworthy.
the sweetest of blossoms
delicate, subdued
such beauty is unfair
you are not ripe
yet delectable as honeydew
more fragile and intricate
than calligraphy
more tantalizing than any fruit
and safer than any dwelling
how I could watch you for days
work grace into your art
you are so pure
and I dare not defile you
with a touch of my hand
or even a glance,
as always,
I am unworthy.
1151 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2013 4:00am
29th May 2013 4:00am
Quadrant
Winds from the north
I am blind and touching
only ugly people's faces
the kind of people
with tarnished copper hearts
and blood salty and warm as
you know
Winds from the west
I'm a cripple and a conjoined twin
we're wishing our pale and twisted legs
were anything like a newborn's
it was the ghosts that broke our bones
because they'll teach us that
life is long enough
to live with regrets
Winds from the south
we're all fucking vivacious
High on gasoline prices
and popsicle elation
this...
I am blind and touching
only ugly people's faces
the kind of people
with tarnished copper hearts
and blood salty and warm as
you know
Winds from the west
I'm a cripple and a conjoined twin
we're wishing our pale and twisted legs
were anything like a newborn's
it was the ghosts that broke our bones
because they'll teach us that
life is long enough
to live with regrets
Winds from the south
we're all fucking vivacious
High on gasoline prices
and popsicle elation
this...
857 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2013 7:10am
19th May 2013 7:10am
The Sea
My mother sings softly
as she hangs the laundry
on the line
sings of the colors of the ocean
crystalline; more precious than any gem
sings of God
in the sea, in our eyes
washing up along the shoreline
the colors of seaglass
My mother sobs softly
as she washes the big bay windows
scrubbing fiercely at the spots that are already gone
sobs over the aching in her bones
the looming, black years; alone
sobs over the loss of her own miscarried desire
I tell her she is a good mother
she does not...
as she hangs the laundry
on the line
sings of the colors of the ocean
crystalline; more precious than any gem
sings of God
in the sea, in our eyes
washing up along the shoreline
the colors of seaglass
My mother sobs softly
as she washes the big bay windows
scrubbing fiercely at the spots that are already gone
sobs over the aching in her bones
the looming, black years; alone
sobs over the loss of her own miscarried desire
I tell her she is a good mother
she does not...
1148 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 9:54pm
15th Mar 2013 9:54pm
Montague
The sun is so
garish
when it meets the eye
and ain't no sunshine
can warm the corpse's face
She's much too far in the Earth
to ever feel such supernatural heat
We can get drunk
off of her philosophical ideology
We can get high
off of her physical idiosyncrasy
But sober is foreign to the mind
when she's so sophomoric
that the world is soft and flexible
so infinite
everything is so tainted yet untarnished
vintage but youthful
that it always ends in rehab
and if she didn't have braces ...
garish
when it meets the eye
and ain't no sunshine
can warm the corpse's face
She's much too far in the Earth
to ever feel such supernatural heat
We can get drunk
off of her philosophical ideology
We can get high
off of her physical idiosyncrasy
But sober is foreign to the mind
when she's so sophomoric
that the world is soft and flexible
so infinite
everything is so tainted yet untarnished
vintage but youthful
that it always ends in rehab
and if she didn't have braces ...
905 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Dec 2012 6:15am
29th Dec 2012 6:15am
Seder
Good morning sunshine
this is it
I pretended not to notice
when you urinated yourself
and stood in it as
I finished my sentence
a bramble of thickening words and
I hope I didn't scare you like you scared me
but with you a whisper is
much more frightening
than the scream and I just want
because I have proved recreant
and swallowed the last of my sonic youth
and after all this time
I can't help but feel miscarried
because conclusively
there is nothing to distinguish
the...
this is it
I pretended not to notice
when you urinated yourself
and stood in it as
I finished my sentence
a bramble of thickening words and
I hope I didn't scare you like you scared me
but with you a whisper is
much more frightening
than the scream and I just want
because I have proved recreant
and swallowed the last of my sonic youth
and after all this time
I can't help but feel miscarried
because conclusively
there is nothing to distinguish
the...
915 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Dec 2012 8:41am
27th Dec 2012 8:41am
The Density of Truth & Color
It is all I can do
to hope
and to wish
that this is the instigator
the end of the end
it is only a dull ache
that sets apart my chest from my body
soothed only
by the clear ringing circles of laughter
I can regurgitate the shoulder-kisses and
that fabric-softner smell
but the black stuff that sticks
God, does it get me every time
can come in a whiff
or the gleam of an eye
the awkward-posture of an adolescent
the padding of small feet
And oh lord, can it hurt
shove something sharp down my...
to hope
and to wish
that this is the instigator
the end of the end
it is only a dull ache
that sets apart my chest from my body
soothed only
by the clear ringing circles of laughter
I can regurgitate the shoulder-kisses and
that fabric-softner smell
but the black stuff that sticks
God, does it get me every time
can come in a whiff
or the gleam of an eye
the awkward-posture of an adolescent
the padding of small feet
And oh lord, can it hurt
shove something sharp down my...
1243 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2012 11:45pm
24th Dec 2012 11:45pm
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I am tired
and so dampened
with melancholy
that I should die
and so dampened
with melancholy
that I should die
835 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2012 5:49am
15th Dec 2012 5:49am
Crux
She was so nihilistic; it was beautiful.
She was jocund
living on the edge of ecstasy
and within the boundary of
abjection
And when the colt is halfborn
wilting from the womb
We'll hear the song that the mockingbird moans
and of sudden
when the rain does sing and
the cats do cry
the children can snuffle and rot
giggle and patter
beside the black eyes and sharp teeth
with every cry
with every bubble
a bone will break
he'll bloom like flowers
at the sound.
She was jocund
living on the edge of ecstasy
and within the boundary of
abjection
And when the colt is halfborn
wilting from the womb
We'll hear the song that the mockingbird moans
and of sudden
when the rain does sing and
the cats do cry
the children can snuffle and rot
giggle and patter
beside the black eyes and sharp teeth
with every cry
with every bubble
a bone will break
he'll bloom like flowers
at the sound.
782 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 5:37pm
25th Nov 2012 5:37pm
Autumn
It is November
quaking darkness is surrounding
Friends are s p a r s e as the leaves
the people are crammingtogether to replace the empty spaces
the sun is
f
a
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l
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n
g
the trees are bare
and I am done.
quaking darkness is surrounding
Friends are s p a r s e as the leaves
the people are crammingtogether to replace the empty spaces
the sun is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
the trees are bare
and I am done.
846 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 2:32pm
25th Oct 2012 2:32pm
Sensation
I. Sight
Cream and birch skin
Mistletoe lips
Fill my sight
in the bog of your eyes
The lazy rivers that stretch in the palms of your hands
II. Smell
Musk and
Glory
and boy
Your scent
Rise from your neck to my head
III. Sound
The simple sounds
Melodic rise and fall of your heartbeat
The curved slip of sweet everything
The rolling waves of "I love you"
from your golden throat
IV. Taste
Tangy slate
The salt and...
Cream and birch skin
Mistletoe lips
Fill my sight
in the bog of your eyes
The lazy rivers that stretch in the palms of your hands
II. Smell
Musk and
Glory
and boy
Your scent
Rise from your neck to my head
III. Sound
The simple sounds
Melodic rise and fall of your heartbeat
The curved slip of sweet everything
The rolling waves of "I love you"
from your golden throat
IV. Taste
Tangy slate
The salt and...
885 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 8:27pm
17th Oct 2012 8:27pm
Renaissance
For the girls with covered eyes and rust covered fingers.
I'll eat the roses that bloom at your feet
formed by the pools of blood
that trickle from your ankles to the ground
the cold, rocky ground
because there will always be the girls
who leave red lipstick stains on tissues
and masturbate instead of doing their homework
and I guess it's all just predestination
because the blood's still black
and nothing can stop the flow, I've tried
It must be worth it to give up all together
and let
the dusk
...
I'll eat the roses that bloom at your feet
formed by the pools of blood
that trickle from your ankles to the ground
the cold, rocky ground
because there will always be the girls
who leave red lipstick stains on tissues
and masturbate instead of doing their homework
and I guess it's all just predestination
because the blood's still black
and nothing can stop the flow, I've tried
It must be worth it to give up all together
and let
the dusk
...
914 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 4:44pm
6th Oct 2012 4:44pm
Angel
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Don't deplete
I'll watch in misery as
purpleblack bruises bloom
deep inside your skin
I'll close the book of lies
and cover my mouth
but it won't
stop
the good
the bad
the mighty
all have fallen
disgust in the hands of children
and pain
in the hands of mothers
pain unreal
a child conceived is a child consumed
no amount of bubble bath or sprinkles can solve
only gut is washed away
convulse
and become dried...
Don't deplete
I'll watch in misery as
purpleblack bruises bloom
deep inside your skin
I'll close the book of lies
and cover my mouth
but it won't
stop
the good
the bad
the mighty
all have fallen
disgust in the hands of children
and pain
in the hands of mothers
pain unreal
a child conceived is a child consumed
no amount of bubble bath or sprinkles can solve
only gut is washed away
convulse
and become dried...
1019 reads
13 Comments
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