Submissions by Toast
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Incunabula
It has only just begun...
we are the base colour
on a portrait of love
extant copies of where our hearts lay
dusty
rigid from all the nights before
fucking on concrete
enchained
preoccupied
how can I give
what has already been taken?
we are the base colour
on a portrait of love
extant copies of where our hearts lay
dusty
rigid from all the nights before
fucking on concrete
enchained
preoccupied
how can I give
what has already been taken?
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Ive met the meek
Empty as my every bottle
If he is tempted
He will follow..
If he is tempted
He will follow..
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you cloud my mind
Bitter
sweet is the taste
Where a heart lays
the mind does not
Betrayed
by my own hand
A tug of war ensues
You cloud my mind
Like a Heavy low-set fog
Like a spoon stirring alphabet soup
Like a drug
Like someone else's prescription glasses
making Everything I see blurry
Nonsensical
Aggravating my very soul
Could Love be a disease?
sweet is the taste
Where a heart lays
the mind does not
Betrayed
by my own hand
A tug of war ensues
You cloud my mind
Like a Heavy low-set fog
Like a spoon stirring alphabet soup
Like a drug
Like someone else's prescription glasses
making Everything I see blurry
Nonsensical
Aggravating my very soul
Could Love be a disease?
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all we have is now
Each breath drawn
takes you further from me
where each breath
you have breathed
I am thankful
Though, I have yet to accept
Those laws
where physics is the hand
pulling at our puppet strings
And science taunts men with possibilities
I must look only at the beauty of now
And forget that tomorrow will ever come.
takes you further from me
where each breath
you have breathed
I am thankful
Though, I have yet to accept
Those laws
where physics is the hand
pulling at our puppet strings
And science taunts men with possibilities
I must look only at the beauty of now
And forget that tomorrow will ever come.
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every glimpse
leaven hearts where wear
has time intruded
could solemn things be found
between touch and beating drums
syllables of innocence are whispered
slow-burning
where one would question
every glimpse
has time intruded
could solemn things be found
between touch and beating drums
syllables of innocence are whispered
slow-burning
where one would question
every glimpse
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one tree casts a shadow upon the entire forest
time ticks..
waiting in anticipation
I feel impatient to arrive
as each breath draws me closer
I ache
until I am with you
I ache
each moment
heavier than the next
A hollowness
until I reach that place
With love
I have found fear
I never minded dying
until it meant loosing you.
waiting in anticipation
I feel impatient to arrive
as each breath draws me closer
I ache
until I am with you
I ache
each moment
heavier than the next
A hollowness
until I reach that place
With love
I have found fear
I never minded dying
until it meant loosing you.
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My Intimate Handler
Time stands still
Every moment
Collapses in on itself
Like thunderstorms
And the stillness after
You are the dust
Settled upon my table
You are the familiar cloud
Vanishing to nothing
So unlike love
When raindrops fall
They fade away..
You are the reason
I wake up dreaming still.
Every moment
Collapses in on itself
Like thunderstorms
And the stillness after
You are the dust
Settled upon my table
You are the familiar cloud
Vanishing to nothing
So unlike love
When raindrops fall
They fade away..
You are the reason
I wake up dreaming still.
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Torn
I feel no value
In this addiction
Now
Today
This morning
My swollen eyes falter
At swords of light
Yet remain open to see
The wars of the world collide
I have a clue
To steer away
in this conflict torn
I see travesty
deja vu walks over me
Its weight I try to bare
I take sips
From this cup of apathy
And crave chocolate covered hope
My swollen eyes
That fight to see change
Remain open.
In this addiction
Now
Today
This morning
My swollen eyes falter
At swords of light
Yet remain open to see
The wars of the world collide
I have a clue
To steer away
in this conflict torn
I see travesty
deja vu walks over me
Its weight I try to bare
I take sips
From this cup of apathy
And crave chocolate covered hope
My swollen eyes
That fight to see change
Remain open.
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Between Each Breath
So calm
Standing on a lonely shore
Silence breaks with crashing waves
I cling to love
and peace
But on the tightest rope
I walk
I try
to focus
This balance
Its all I have
Between each breath
Its all I have
And on the other side
Is you.
Standing on a lonely shore
Silence breaks with crashing waves
I cling to love
and peace
But on the tightest rope
I walk
I try
to focus
This balance
Its all I have
Between each breath
Its all I have
And on the other side
Is you.
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Turbulence
Turbulence knocks my soul off track
this path is crooked
there are many potholes
in which to fall
the sun
my road to guide me on
the rain
my time to rest
Injustice
blinds my soul
like a storm in the desert
I hope it ends
before I'm old.
the bottom of my heart
is the river that runs cold
there is no light upon my soul
no birds singing to let me know
that I am alive
yet I have faith that when I die...
this path is crooked
there are many potholes
in which to fall
the sun
my road to guide me on
the rain
my time to rest
Injustice
blinds my soul
like a storm in the desert
I hope it ends
before I'm old.
the bottom of my heart
is the river that runs cold
there is no light upon my soul
no birds singing to let me know
that I am alive
yet I have faith that when I die...
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Magic Powers
Redemption blooms over oceans
Across the atmosphere
Dragons saw high
the sky turns a thousand colours
Clouds move twice as fast
daylight is now dim
Magic powers.
My magic powers
Turning stone to mud
Turning my soul over
After millions of miles..
My feet are tired
Yours won't stop
If only my magic powers
Could make my dreams appear before me
My eyes would truly see color
For the first time
Outside my dreams.
Across the atmosphere
Dragons saw high
the sky turns a thousand colours
Clouds move twice as fast
daylight is now dim
Magic powers.
My magic powers
Turning stone to mud
Turning my soul over
After millions of miles..
My feet are tired
Yours won't stop
If only my magic powers
Could make my dreams appear before me
My eyes would truly see color
For the first time
Outside my dreams.
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anchor
Change is metamorphosed
What dwells within the well
Is stagnant
Is past
Within my dream
I am in constant drift
Anchorless
At mercy.
Our ghosts stare blankly
Into the unknown
Take risk
As we will now
We do for nothing
Nothing at all.
What dwells within the well
Is stagnant
Is past
Within my dream
I am in constant drift
Anchorless
At mercy.
Our ghosts stare blankly
Into the unknown
Take risk
As we will now
We do for nothing
Nothing at all.
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