Submissions by Tristique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2014 3:20pm
8th Jun 2014 3:20pm
Sting of it
I don't
I don't want
I don't
want to be with you anymore...
I practice it out loud.
Does it sting more to say it
or not say it at all?
There's hurt thread through everything —
I can't tell what is fresh or old pain anymore.
We can't heal each other.
I need space
to breathe.
I don't want
I don't
want to be with you anymore...
I practice it out loud.
Does it sting more to say it
or not say it at all?
There's hurt thread through everything —
I can't tell what is fresh or old pain anymore.
We can't heal each other.
I need space
to breathe.
672 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2014 7:51pm
3rd Jun 2014 7:51pm
Idle Idols
It is
a trampling underfoot.
It is indulgence and arrogance,
the double team that drops the reigns
and allows the bolted rage to overrun
the white, shy rabbit.
Who would want to be the rabbit?
Why, no one.
Steaming, pawing, snorting beasts
are...
it.
The sexy, sneering
idols
of the masses.
a trampling underfoot.
It is indulgence and arrogance,
the double team that drops the reigns
and allows the bolted rage to overrun
the white, shy rabbit.
Who would want to be the rabbit?
Why, no one.
Steaming, pawing, snorting beasts
are...
it.
The sexy, sneering
idols
of the masses.
630 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 7:25pm
1st Jun 2014 7:25pm
Twelve Months Later
I baked a cake today,
decorated with sprinkles and sparkles.
I stuck one candle on it
and sang with everyone else.
Your smile is four-teeth sweetness.
I look at you,
and my stomach fills with liquid lead.
What I wouldn't give to be wrong,
clutching my dirge of dread.
You had another episode yesterday,
staring off into nothing.
Your tiny left fist is curled up tight,
tight,
tighter than the knots
in my gut.
I hear grim chariot wheels
grinding bright years into dust.
What I wouldn't give,
to go in your...
decorated with sprinkles and sparkles.
I stuck one candle on it
and sang with everyone else.
Your smile is four-teeth sweetness.
I look at you,
and my stomach fills with liquid lead.
What I wouldn't give to be wrong,
clutching my dirge of dread.
You had another episode yesterday,
staring off into nothing.
Your tiny left fist is curled up tight,
tight,
tighter than the knots
in my gut.
I hear grim chariot wheels
grinding bright years into dust.
What I wouldn't give,
to go in your...
844 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2014 2:34am
25th May 2014 2:34am
Noctua
There's a moon glow in the moment,
dispersing my learned stumbles.
A shrivelled faith stirs, unfurls
despite the bladed wing whirls.
Her instinct flits around, fluttering,
a lost moth seeking porch lights.
She has nestled in layers
of petal soft toxins.
Viscidity trails in the night air,
sticking clouds to stars,
when hemolymph bleeds clear intentions.
My eyes are bruise blue.
Her determination steals
from her epileptic aura.
My palms upwards, face open
and torsion bare, bare.
I am hers, to...
dispersing my learned stumbles.
A shrivelled faith stirs, unfurls
despite the bladed wing whirls.
Her instinct flits around, fluttering,
a lost moth seeking porch lights.
She has nestled in layers
of petal soft toxins.
Viscidity trails in the night air,
sticking clouds to stars,
when hemolymph bleeds clear intentions.
My eyes are bruise blue.
Her determination steals
from her epileptic aura.
My palms upwards, face open
and torsion bare, bare.
I am hers, to...
730 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2014 1:03am
25th May 2014 1:03am
Poetry During
The words to this
fell like stars
while I arched, tense
against firm flickers
of an ambrosic quickening.
My core tightens
around the plunge rhythm
of these words
and
poetry
is
inter-
rupted...
fell like stars
while I arched, tense
against firm flickers
of an ambrosic quickening.
My core tightens
around the plunge rhythm
of these words
and
poetry
is
inter-
rupted...
812 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th May 2014 6:28am
14th May 2014 6:28am
Recognition
She strips bare in her voice,
and each gesture undresses acquiescence.
Her movements and eyes are pulled towards
his white hot patience.
Yes...
His gazes hold answers, not questions.
Slow, steady reaching outlines acceptance.
The naked spirits entwined, shine.
Their earthly connection dwells in pleasure.
Yes.
and each gesture undresses acquiescence.
Her movements and eyes are pulled towards
his white hot patience.
Yes...
His gazes hold answers, not questions.
Slow, steady reaching outlines acceptance.
The naked spirits entwined, shine.
Their earthly connection dwells in pleasure.
Yes.
810 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2014 4:30am
12th May 2014 4:30am
First Time Meet, Again
You slammed the door open,
long strides into my dusty retreat.
Solid arms around the forlorn moments,
convinced you want to wave them away.
Will this space hold your idea of us?
This time, will you stay?
long strides into my dusty retreat.
Solid arms around the forlorn moments,
convinced you want to wave them away.
Will this space hold your idea of us?
This time, will you stay?
630 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th May 2014 10:06pm
7th May 2014 10:06pm
Wayward
Soft lights flicker on the wall
and the clock tuts the hour.
She curls in the armchair
borrowing darkness for a quilt.
If she stills herself, she can feel
his last fingertraces on her cheek.
The distance from that moment extends
her ache; it cleaves her in two.
and the clock tuts the hour.
She curls in the armchair
borrowing darkness for a quilt.
If she stills herself, she can feel
his last fingertraces on her cheek.
The distance from that moment extends
her ache; it cleaves her in two.
722 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2014 9:10pm
6th May 2014 9:10pm
Nighttide
Her fingertips graze his skin
and he is close in the dark, warm.
An embrace encircles her thoughts;
she quiets.
Daylight finds her side cold.
He wills his eyes closed, if only
to bloom at night under the glow
of her touch.
and he is close in the dark, warm.
An embrace encircles her thoughts;
she quiets.
Daylight finds her side cold.
He wills his eyes closed, if only
to bloom at night under the glow
of her touch.
692 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2014 8:35pm
5th May 2014 8:35pm
Perceptions
If the same dream visits again and again,
is it not its own reality?
The vines creep around her throat, rub the skin green,
reaching for naught but to layer around and around
and squeeze space and air out, her voice silenced.
She wakes into a fragile now, and restarts the dreaded
countdown until the next sleep.
is it not its own reality?
The vines creep around her throat, rub the skin green,
reaching for naught but to layer around and around
and squeeze space and air out, her voice silenced.
She wakes into a fragile now, and restarts the dreaded
countdown until the next sleep.
640 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2014 8:03am
5th May 2014 8:03am
Ley Lines
Her face betrays the careful shades, layered —
the awkward one, the odd one, the insignificant one.
When the ley lines align, when she distracts herself
with wonders, the cracks widen and there is a glimmer
of hidden colors, provoking nothing.
There is a rare orchid that blooms once every hundred years
and no one sees it.
the awkward one, the odd one, the insignificant one.
When the ley lines align, when she distracts herself
with wonders, the cracks widen and there is a glimmer
of hidden colors, provoking nothing.
There is a rare orchid that blooms once every hundred years
and no one sees it.
672 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 11:13pm
2nd May 2014 11:13pm
Flickers
A thin veil keeps the world intact
although the flames burn bright
on that side of their heat.
The tips of their minds bend
to the light and warmth
and all and nothing... yes, all.
The first of firsts spirals to more
until all that is left is fire
burning through the veil.
although the flames burn bright
on that side of their heat.
The tips of their minds bend
to the light and warmth
and all and nothing... yes, all.
The first of firsts spirals to more
until all that is left is fire
burning through the veil.
618 reads
2 Comments
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