Submissions by Tallman89
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a worthless existence who write for the sole purpose of making life feeling less pointless.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 11:23am
12th Jan 2014 11:23am
Chattering Skeletons
So here we go again
with the chattering skeletons
spreading wildfire gossip about
the awkward jawlines of those
less amusing, how they flap
bald wings, pointlessly trying
to fly off the dead grass
with scarred wrists and ball point
ink tears, as dilated eyes
hallucinate a lush green lawn
with a safe white fence
'How dare they want more
than this!' as the skeletons
laugh at the spiritual discontent
of those with backs that bend
from the weight of magazines
and neatly folded fashions
that are currently in trend
'How dare...
with the chattering skeletons
spreading wildfire gossip about
the awkward jawlines of those
less amusing, how they flap
bald wings, pointlessly trying
to fly off the dead grass
with scarred wrists and ball point
ink tears, as dilated eyes
hallucinate a lush green lawn
with a safe white fence
'How dare they want more
than this!' as the skeletons
laugh at the spiritual discontent
of those with backs that bend
from the weight of magazines
and neatly folded fashions
that are currently in trend
'How dare...
480 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 12:13pm
9th Jan 2014 12:13pm
Crikey! A Wild Slacker!
A mind like crumpled paper
immature drawings of a brief
pornographic history
masturbating with a numb stare
while chapped lips and a plaque
coated tongue try to utter
an excuse, promises state
it will be done some other time
as the clock ticks like a joke
with no punch line, facial hair
grows with freedom, the shaver
is dull and tired with a slouched spine
but it doesn't matter when the bills
are paid, might as well keep going
nowhere when there is no where else
to go
immature drawings of a brief
pornographic history
masturbating with a numb stare
while chapped lips and a plaque
coated tongue try to utter
an excuse, promises state
it will be done some other time
as the clock ticks like a joke
with no punch line, facial hair
grows with freedom, the shaver
is dull and tired with a slouched spine
but it doesn't matter when the bills
are paid, might as well keep going
nowhere when there is no where else
to go
471 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 1:01pm
6th Jan 2014 1:01pm
Homeward Bound
Slumped shoulders
it seems I forgot
how to breath as skin
hardens like a shell
and I cannot dispel
this awkward curse
giving me six feet
worth of dirt in sack cloth
and I will carry it home
over slumped shoulders
across the miles which
are layered in the depth
of Winter
and these tired knees
will bend until I am home
once again
it seems I forgot
how to breath as skin
hardens like a shell
and I cannot dispel
this awkward curse
giving me six feet
worth of dirt in sack cloth
and I will carry it home
over slumped shoulders
across the miles which
are layered in the depth
of Winter
and these tired knees
will bend until I am home
once again
477 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 11:17am
5th Jan 2014 11:17am
Flesh Red Apple
It's a disaster
spilled red whine
on the pure white rug
white like angel wings
and red like blood
how wretched this act
hissing fork tongue
spitting lies into mouths
forced to swallow
choking poor lung
found it in the deep end
far too deep for infants
and deeper for the aborted
embryos drowning in a teenage
mistake's worth of water
I believe sin has found
it's way through spilled seed
eager faces, clenched lips
free to drip as pleased
from chin to palm
And now the feeling is gone
up in...
spilled red whine
on the pure white rug
white like angel wings
and red like blood
how wretched this act
hissing fork tongue
spitting lies into mouths
forced to swallow
choking poor lung
found it in the deep end
far too deep for infants
and deeper for the aborted
embryos drowning in a teenage
mistake's worth of water
I believe sin has found
it's way through spilled seed
eager faces, clenched lips
free to drip as pleased
from chin to palm
And now the feeling is gone
up in...
514 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 12:44pm
4th Jan 2014 12:44pm
I'm a real boy
I am not made
of wood
when I think of you
real flesh caked on
bones, and it bleeds
when pierced with needles
and the wounds get infected
if the sharp objects are rusty
and I am not
made of wood
when your pale skin
shines within my mind
like the moon at night
though there are craters
the light is smooth
and gentle
and I stand on toes
to kiss those full lips
like a were wolf, howling
wet nosed along pale thighs
and in those dark eyes
salivating at midnight
feeling bliss, finger tips
pinch nipple gray...
of wood
when I think of you
real flesh caked on
bones, and it bleeds
when pierced with needles
and the wounds get infected
if the sharp objects are rusty
and I am not
made of wood
when your pale skin
shines within my mind
like the moon at night
though there are craters
the light is smooth
and gentle
and I stand on toes
to kiss those full lips
like a were wolf, howling
wet nosed along pale thighs
and in those dark eyes
salivating at midnight
feeling bliss, finger tips
pinch nipple gray...
462 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 11:50am
4th Jan 2014 11:50am
I can play piano
I fumble numb fingers
playing piano, unable to
capture the charming tune
the keys are dumb I'll
assume, as the knuckles
crack with an awkward
arthritis, opening the sticky
mouth to sing a chorus
but the seraphim are too
good to sing along
or maybe the lyrics
don't quite roll off the tongue
still, I get lost in the music
as if it were some sacred wood
supplying sanctuary from
the wolves with concrete caked
fur, regardless if the music
is piss poor, if I can get lost
far away from the star spangled
ringtones and...
playing piano, unable to
capture the charming tune
the keys are dumb I'll
assume, as the knuckles
crack with an awkward
arthritis, opening the sticky
mouth to sing a chorus
but the seraphim are too
good to sing along
or maybe the lyrics
don't quite roll off the tongue
still, I get lost in the music
as if it were some sacred wood
supplying sanctuary from
the wolves with concrete caked
fur, regardless if the music
is piss poor, if I can get lost
far away from the star spangled
ringtones and...
552 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 11:55am
1st Jan 2014 11:55am
The first poem of twenty fourteen
This is the first poem I will write
in the year 2014
still longing for the touch of a pillow
filled with the plucked feathers
of a dove, and as sad
as a drawer of masks may be
it doesn't take much for giddy eyes
to sparkle before well spoken words
as ears whom have been accustomed
to the language of sailors with
raging bull cocks
take a moment to soak in the charm
of a seraphim's vocabulary
and though the dark still dictates
behavioral addictions of the hungover
mouth craving water, the tongue
still manages to find a way
to...
in the year 2014
still longing for the touch of a pillow
filled with the plucked feathers
of a dove, and as sad
as a drawer of masks may be
it doesn't take much for giddy eyes
to sparkle before well spoken words
as ears whom have been accustomed
to the language of sailors with
raging bull cocks
take a moment to soak in the charm
of a seraphim's vocabulary
and though the dark still dictates
behavioral addictions of the hungover
mouth craving water, the tongue
still manages to find a way
to...
526 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 12:02pm
31st Dec 2013 12:02pm
I'll give yp tomorrow...
I'm not saying nothing
these words are not here
barely a whisper spoken
into an eager ear with lips
juicy in gossip
"What's the deal?
What's the word?"
the voice breaks in a seismic
instant, the house we built
with poorly chosen materials
collapses as the hair on
my chinny chin chin is shaven
by a cheap disposable razor
and smiling with a still rough
expression, you get what you pay for
and I don't pay much while the wallet
is desperate in it's endless hours of neglect
only fed from paycheck to paycheck ...
these words are not here
barely a whisper spoken
into an eager ear with lips
juicy in gossip
"What's the deal?
What's the word?"
the voice breaks in a seismic
instant, the house we built
with poorly chosen materials
collapses as the hair on
my chinny chin chin is shaven
by a cheap disposable razor
and smiling with a still rough
expression, you get what you pay for
and I don't pay much while the wallet
is desperate in it's endless hours of neglect
only fed from paycheck to paycheck ...
492 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 11:11am
31st Dec 2013 11:11am
The Nostalgia of Spring is In The Dead Autumn Leaves
The nostalgia of Spring
is in the colors of dead
Autumn leaves, once hydrated
and green, though the decay
seems rich in the way the leaves
fall and sway in chilled winds
graceful colors rest in content
with a summer well spent in
sun lit cheer, when drops of
sweat drip down a forehead
which can not understand
the concept of regret, those wrinkles
are the result of excitement
as miniskirts hips swing while
bronze thighs lead to a goodnight
good times under a smile that was reminded
how it once charmed water and turned
it into...
is in the colors of dead
Autumn leaves, once hydrated
and green, though the decay
seems rich in the way the leaves
fall and sway in chilled winds
graceful colors rest in content
with a summer well spent in
sun lit cheer, when drops of
sweat drip down a forehead
which can not understand
the concept of regret, those wrinkles
are the result of excitement
as miniskirts hips swing while
bronze thighs lead to a goodnight
good times under a smile that was reminded
how it once charmed water and turned
it into...
505 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 6:26am
20th Dec 2013 6:26am
Smiling
Moving through the transitions on a calender
bearing this weathered smile of apathy
No meaning behind these chapped lips
just grinding teeth and a tongue whom has
a taste for grandiose romance
The type of romance which carves "now & forever"
on the bark of an oak tree, no use for tattoos
because skin decays far too young and childish
Trudging along in gray mood weather
hands deep in pockets, clasping crumbled clock in sheets
Thinking of the proletarian hours spent clouded
in nicotine. Nothing to show for it but an empty mattress...
bearing this weathered smile of apathy
No meaning behind these chapped lips
just grinding teeth and a tongue whom has
a taste for grandiose romance
The type of romance which carves "now & forever"
on the bark of an oak tree, no use for tattoos
because skin decays far too young and childish
Trudging along in gray mood weather
hands deep in pockets, clasping crumbled clock in sheets
Thinking of the proletarian hours spent clouded
in nicotine. Nothing to show for it but an empty mattress...
595 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2013 8:07am
18th Dec 2013 8:07am
A marriage proposal from a man who might be mad
Will you marry me?
Here, now
Under this dead tree
While Winter's breath
freezes this erect
passion?
Yes, I know better
I've studied my flash cards
taken those tests and barely
passed
and I am well aware
this is not logically
sound, but to hell with
logistics
to hell with rationalizing
butterflies as they tear
at my intestines
I've taken a few classes
at the school of
Here and Now
passed with a 4.0 GPA
and you are here
with I
and I am now
an idiot for you
So will you marry me?...
Here, now
Under this dead tree
While Winter's breath
freezes this erect
passion?
Yes, I know better
I've studied my flash cards
taken those tests and barely
passed
and I am well aware
this is not logically
sound, but to hell with
logistics
to hell with rationalizing
butterflies as they tear
at my intestines
I've taken a few classes
at the school of
Here and Now
passed with a 4.0 GPA
and you are here
with I
and I am now
an idiot for you
So will you marry me?...
571 reads
3 Comments
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