Submissions by Suoaei
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2018 7:40am
10th Oct 2018 7:40am
Disillusioned Children of the 90's
It's a sunny day in Santa Cruz
the place where all the yuppies dwell, where
businessmen surf October swells.
They say before the earthquake it was local all the way
and in the photos I've seen the tie-dye shirts, and
natural bridges reaching far into the bay.
They say in the 60s there was free love
and people movin’ to the land
and they were losing battles to win the wars
and droppin’ acid for the social justice stand.
folks thought things were movin’ forward
you could see their irises burnin’ up with hope
like a fever it...
the place where all the yuppies dwell, where
businessmen surf October swells.
They say before the earthquake it was local all the way
and in the photos I've seen the tie-dye shirts, and
natural bridges reaching far into the bay.
They say in the 60s there was free love
and people movin’ to the land
and they were losing battles to win the wars
and droppin’ acid for the social justice stand.
folks thought things were movin’ forward
you could see their irises burnin’ up with hope
like a fever it...
#corruption
#politics
#TruthOfLife #nostalgia
#TruthOfLife #nostalgia
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2015 4:42am
10th Nov 2015 4:42am
And Then
Good evening, sun! How was your day?
Oh, it was marvelous! Such a dizzying, dazzling day
unlike any other!
Well? What happened? Tell me everything!
Everything?
Perhaps not. But today, today! I spiraled through existence,
dancing ahead, carrying all my planets with me.
And the planets? What were they doing?
Oh, they spiraled too, and we all had a wonderful time.
You must be very tired. Will you rest now?
No, not at all! There's a fire lit inside me―
I feel as if I could dance until dawn!
And then?
And then we will go another round...
Oh, it was marvelous! Such a dizzying, dazzling day
unlike any other!
Well? What happened? Tell me everything!
Everything?
Perhaps not. But today, today! I spiraled through existence,
dancing ahead, carrying all my planets with me.
And the planets? What were they doing?
Oh, they spiraled too, and we all had a wonderful time.
You must be very tired. Will you rest now?
No, not at all! There's a fire lit inside me―
I feel as if I could dance until dawn!
And then?
And then we will go another round...
752 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2015 6:26am
9th Nov 2015 6:26am
On Fantasy
Why do I choose to lose myself
in the words of another story's language?
Am I so malleable, that I can displace
my own conception of my-self
with the fears and cares of another?
What metamorphosis might work
its helix within me, while my-mind
dares to distract itself deliberately astray?
What drives me to abandon my own reality
for the depths and glory of a fictional character?
Then I become the creator of another story's language,
humble subconscious master of
the images behind my eyes as I effect in my own body
the false experience of...
in the words of another story's language?
Am I so malleable, that I can displace
my own conception of my-self
with the fears and cares of another?
What metamorphosis might work
its helix within me, while my-mind
dares to distract itself deliberately astray?
What drives me to abandon my own reality
for the depths and glory of a fictional character?
Then I become the creator of another story's language,
humble subconscious master of
the images behind my eyes as I effect in my own body
the false experience of...
905 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Oct 2015 5:28am
30th Oct 2015 5:28am
Water Short
There's water comin' outta my faucet
but maybe if it wasn't I'd be aware
that this state is in a fuckin' drought crisis
that's gone on for years
Our well pump was broken,
and with nothin' left in the tank
I bathed in a bucket of boiled water
and did my clothes in my friend's machine
I realise most people in America
don't know shit about shortage
we've got cell phones when our children are starvin'
those kids are drinkin' soda pop and gettin' all ADD
guess they don't know they got good water to drink
they just turn a...
but maybe if it wasn't I'd be aware
that this state is in a fuckin' drought crisis
that's gone on for years
Our well pump was broken,
and with nothin' left in the tank
I bathed in a bucket of boiled water
and did my clothes in my friend's machine
I realise most people in America
don't know shit about shortage
we've got cell phones when our children are starvin'
those kids are drinkin' soda pop and gettin' all ADD
guess they don't know they got good water to drink
they just turn a...
1072 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 7:45pm
26th Feb 2014 7:45pm
Scorpio
Quiet! be still a moment―
my flesh has caught fire.
The slow, self-righteous simmering from within
has dominated my body.
My skin crackles and my hair is singed―
sharp, acrid taste in the air.
The fever rises through my blood
the angry pumping of my heart ignites sparks
like your instigating eyes
watching me
I feel my toenails buckling
my organs seize up, constricting
pain wracks me and I shudder
my shaking bones blacken and crack
YES!
I am engulfed in flames of...
my flesh has caught fire.
The slow, self-righteous simmering from within
has dominated my body.
My skin crackles and my hair is singed―
sharp, acrid taste in the air.
The fever rises through my blood
the angry pumping of my heart ignites sparks
like your instigating eyes
watching me
I feel my toenails buckling
my organs seize up, constricting
pain wracks me and I shudder
my shaking bones blacken and crack
YES!
I am engulfed in flames of...
941 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 7:21pm
26th Feb 2014 7:21pm
Meet Me
Meet me
When the bright day fades into twilight,
and change steals the wind―
Kiss me
Where the sun meets the heavens,
and sets the sky wild with fire―
Touch me
As the moonlight kisses the earth around us,
and casts gentle shadows―
Love me
As the first rays touch the clouds in the morning―
and the first birds sing!
When the bright day fades into twilight,
and change steals the wind―
Kiss me
Where the sun meets the heavens,
and sets the sky wild with fire―
Touch me
As the moonlight kisses the earth around us,
and casts gentle shadows―
Love me
As the first rays touch the clouds in the morning―
and the first birds sing!
1047 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 6:59am
26th Feb 2014 6:59am
Fear Itself
Fear is speaking in your voice,
trying to fool me.
I say, Fear, I know you.
You can't hide under that mask of love.
True love has a special look
in her eye,
that is infinitely patient
and wise.
I say, Fear, I would know you
even at a masquerade.
I would know you even if
you wore the clothes of all the people I love.
I would know you even if
you hid in my own heart
Even if you were hiding in my own heart
where I am the most blinded.
I say, Fear, you don't need to hide anymore.
I recognise you.
You have been a...
trying to fool me.
I say, Fear, I know you.
You can't hide under that mask of love.
True love has a special look
in her eye,
that is infinitely patient
and wise.
I say, Fear, I would know you
even at a masquerade.
I would know you even if
you wore the clothes of all the people I love.
I would know you even if
you hid in my own heart
Even if you were hiding in my own heart
where I am the most blinded.
I say, Fear, you don't need to hide anymore.
I recognise you.
You have been a...
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
699 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 6:55am
26th Feb 2014 6:55am
Waiting
The hummingbird is the smallest
she wears a richly jeweled collar with pride.
The flower offers nectar
and the most delicate of tongues slips out
of a narrow beak to accept.
Her movements seem so sudden
her presence so fleeting...
I watch expectantly, waiting for a metaphor to come.
Silly poet, the hummingbird needs no metaphors!
she wears a richly jeweled collar with pride.
The flower offers nectar
and the most delicate of tongues slips out
of a narrow beak to accept.
Her movements seem so sudden
her presence so fleeting...
I watch expectantly, waiting for a metaphor to come.
Silly poet, the hummingbird needs no metaphors!
687 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 5:44am
22nd Feb 2014 5:44am
My Mother's Lover
She arrived in the Spring, my mother's lover
arrived so softly: misting down into parched
dry earth, sweet glances and soft caresses
gently, as though concerned
to overwhelm her with too exuberant and joyous
a greeting.
She settled in slowly, my mother's lover
nourishing first the surface, so that a blush
of spring color spread fresh across her face
and small things
that had been withering
flourished again.
She penetrated deeply, my mother's lover
filled long-empty and aching acquifers
until they bubbled up in springs of joy...
arrived so softly: misting down into parched
dry earth, sweet glances and soft caresses
gently, as though concerned
to overwhelm her with too exuberant and joyous
a greeting.
She settled in slowly, my mother's lover
nourishing first the surface, so that a blush
of spring color spread fresh across her face
and small things
that had been withering
flourished again.
She penetrated deeply, my mother's lover
filled long-empty and aching acquifers
until they bubbled up in springs of joy...
825 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 9:42pm
6th Feb 2014 9:42pm
Lepidoptera
It might set to flight
the butterflies gathered in
your stomach―
But love, unlike butterflies,
cannot be pinned down
with labels.
the butterflies gathered in
your stomach―
But love, unlike butterflies,
cannot be pinned down
with labels.
#love
651 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 2:13am
5th Feb 2014 2:13am
The Grand Hall
All paths are cast
half in shadow;
and sometimes more.
So we are taught
to be wary
of unfamiliar doors.
But what is the purpose of walking
through this endless hallway of choices
if not to fling open every entrance—
wide, and unhesitating?
So I would stand
in this marvelous
cathedral of freedom
Stand with every door
wide open
and enter every one!
half in shadow;
and sometimes more.
So we are taught
to be wary
of unfamiliar doors.
But what is the purpose of walking
through this endless hallway of choices
if not to fling open every entrance—
wide, and unhesitating?
So I would stand
in this marvelous
cathedral of freedom
Stand with every door
wide open
and enter every one!
780 reads
2 Comments
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