Submissions by Undivided_Praxis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2017 4:33pm
11th Apr 2017 4:33pm
Notes on- being broken and somewhat yours.
i
You are everything
Broken into pieces
of stardust
ii
You want to see
Me at my best and worst
'I didn't know you were here
I'll come by and we can go
for a walk by the water'
Should I be impressed
that you
Went through my mother
to ask about me.
iii
Sometimes I dream
about wildfire engulfing
your bones and your bones
being the paper on which
love-letters have been written
iiii
I want to
Wrap myself up
in your scent...
You are everything
Broken into pieces
of stardust
ii
You want to see
Me at my best and worst
'I didn't know you were here
I'll come by and we can go
for a walk by the water'
Should I be impressed
that you
Went through my mother
to ask about me.
iii
Sometimes I dream
about wildfire engulfing
your bones and your bones
being the paper on which
love-letters have been written
iiii
I want to
Wrap myself up
in your scent...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2017 2:13am
4th Apr 2017 2:13am
On hate,loss and punctured lungs.
There are
Many things I
Cannot say
Many I will
Never be able to
Expose you to.
I had my chance
I blew it
Up in my head
We were a thing
So precious, so untouched
So loved but I
Was unloved by
You.
I wonder if
You think I'm unworthy
(Probably)
Or if you thought me
Worthy but untouchable.
Note to you,
My mother thinks
I'm hideous too
You'd like her.
She writes, not religiously
but she does...
You were so
...
Different. ...
Many things I
Cannot say
Many I will
Never be able to
Expose you to.
I had my chance
I blew it
Up in my head
We were a thing
So precious, so untouched
So loved but I
Was unloved by
You.
I wonder if
You think I'm unworthy
(Probably)
Or if you thought me
Worthy but untouchable.
Note to you,
My mother thinks
I'm hideous too
You'd like her.
She writes, not religiously
but she does...
You were so
...
Different. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2017 2:29pm
2nd Apr 2017 2:29pm
Foreverdom
if people were oceans
you would roar the loudest
If my love was a dunce-hat
I would wear it with pride.
Your words are warm
accolades that sink
deep into the flesh
of a nobody like me.
I wonder sometimes,
If I was of the same world
whether we would have crossed
paths, or if indeed, our differences
are the threads that draw us together.
but thread is thin
Our love is not the
silk of a spider's web
nor is it the fire that ...
you would roar the loudest
If my love was a dunce-hat
I would wear it with pride.
Your words are warm
accolades that sink
deep into the flesh
of a nobody like me.
I wonder sometimes,
If I was of the same world
whether we would have crossed
paths, or if indeed, our differences
are the threads that draw us together.
but thread is thin
Our love is not the
silk of a spider's web
nor is it the fire that ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2017 1:00pm
1st Apr 2017 1:00pm
Static stagnation
My heart is a meterorite
Clashing at the slightest
Contact.
And,
He still calls me
His soulmate having
Collided twice and
Wrecking his life.
For I am
Destruction at its least
Beautiful but I
am okay with
Staying that way.
You are the product
of many years of pain
So I inflict it
Dissect it
Flick it like a lighter
My fingers are weathered
By years of no touch..
And if you see him?
You know, soon?
If I do, the book
will be closed,
I...
Clashing at the slightest
Contact.
And,
He still calls me
His soulmate having
Collided twice and
Wrecking his life.
For I am
Destruction at its least
Beautiful but I
am okay with
Staying that way.
You are the product
of many years of pain
So I inflict it
Dissect it
Flick it like a lighter
My fingers are weathered
By years of no touch..
And if you see him?
You know, soon?
If I do, the book
will be closed,
I...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2017 7:30pm
31st Mar 2017 7:30pm
The trials and tribulations of a depressive. i.
I have written
thousands of words
and spoke few.
My opinions
do not matter
I do not matter
I am a ball
of strangely
arranged energy
A brain
that thinks
it knows better
than my heart.
It usually fucking does...
I miss the
way separation
anxiety was the
only wave
of the stuff that
hit.
Now, I can't even
order a coffee
properly
I
s t u m b l e
over the names
of coffees from
lands not my own ...
thousands of words
and spoke few.
My opinions
do not matter
I do not matter
I am a ball
of strangely
arranged energy
A brain
that thinks
it knows better
than my heart.
It usually fucking does...
I miss the
way separation
anxiety was the
only wave
of the stuff that
hit.
Now, I can't even
order a coffee
properly
I
s t u m b l e
over the names
of coffees from
lands not my own ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 5:22pm
30th Mar 2017 5:22pm
Notes on all the things my chapped lips are too timid to say.
Things you do not know
I watch the
way you move.
Have done for weeks.
You're gone now
it doesn't matter
we never were...
Christmas...
Before the break
I thought of
writing you
a card and
sticking those
gold chocolate
coins in.
Perhaps
your heart
would have been
richer than
something that can
be brought for a
quid..
No doubt.
Today...
It had been
months.
I wanted to
ask where
you'd been
but my tongue
is the...
I watch the
way you move.
Have done for weeks.
You're gone now
it doesn't matter
we never were...
Christmas...
Before the break
I thought of
writing you
a card and
sticking those
gold chocolate
coins in.
Perhaps
your heart
would have been
richer than
something that can
be brought for a
quid..
No doubt.
Today...
It had been
months.
I wanted to
ask where
you'd been
but my tongue
is the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2017 2:39pm
30th Mar 2017 2:39pm
On Heroin; or 'you f**k me up just as much'
P
I saw you today,
Mapped your voice.
You ignored me
I just drank
you in silently
You had a job
I had a function
I laugh way too hard
when you're around
and break too much
when you disintegrate
please never stop talking
Ever,please?
I joked with a friend
"Can we walk him
Up North, how did
He end up here?"
More laughs.
More him looking
Anywhere but at me.
I tell a friend I
Need to go and
Make my excuses
---she leaves with...
I saw you today,
Mapped your voice.
You ignored me
I just drank
you in silently
You had a job
I had a function
I laugh way too hard
when you're around
and break too much
when you disintegrate
please never stop talking
Ever,please?
I joked with a friend
"Can we walk him
Up North, how did
He end up here?"
More laughs.
More him looking
Anywhere but at me.
I tell a friend I
Need to go and
Make my excuses
---she leaves with...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2017 10:55pm
29th Mar 2017 10:55pm
Broken (f**k it)
Dear me,
Your nationalism
is an issue we
have to address soon
you have
shouted
people out
of your house
for disagreeing.
But the bullies.. the racism, they turned us into
what we are..
Dear me,
I know. I lived
through it too.
We got through
it though didn't we?
Stop trying to
turn everything
into a black and
white issue.
It's not.
life never worked
that way.
Can we go, now?
Please..
be sure you
succeed this time though ...
Your nationalism
is an issue we
have to address soon
you have
shouted
people out
of your house
for disagreeing.
But the bullies.. the racism, they turned us into
what we are..
Dear me,
I know. I lived
through it too.
We got through
it though didn't we?
Stop trying to
turn everything
into a black and
white issue.
It's not.
life never worked
that way.
Can we go, now?
Please..
be sure you
succeed this time though ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Mar 2017 9:21pm
28th Mar 2017 9:21pm
Dot Dot Dash..
Stuck in this
I'm a dot
on the horizon
Dear Horizon,
fuck me as hard
as life has, please.
Why are you so pretty,
Nature will always be
prettier than me...
girls with
skin that ain't
white aren't pretty
I've always been told
'My cum would look
good on olive, damn..
the thingssssss
they'd have given.
M,
I never asked
if your wife was
English too.
You had an addiction
to fags and
tea and
foreign girls...
I was 17
I had R ...
I'm a dot
on the horizon
Dear Horizon,
fuck me as hard
as life has, please.
Why are you so pretty,
Nature will always be
prettier than me...
girls with
skin that ain't
white aren't pretty
I've always been told
'My cum would look
good on olive, damn..
the thingssssss
they'd have given.
M,
I never asked
if your wife was
English too.
You had an addiction
to fags and
tea and
foreign girls...
I was 17
I had R ...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2017 12:33pm
28th Mar 2017 12:33pm
disenfranchised
1,
am a phoenix
roused from
no ashes.
2.
"That's the
proper Turk in
you, that."
(I don't know
the English words
for certain things
foreign comes easier)
3.
Three
You and
I and
our
child.
My mouth
is a product
of not knowing
it spews
words I
barely understand.
Like the
word we use
for yeah and
I totally understand
that
and thank you...
My pride is a thin
thread that the
man in the...
am a phoenix
roused from
no ashes.
2.
"That's the
proper Turk in
you, that."
(I don't know
the English words
for certain things
foreign comes easier)
3.
Three
You and
I and
our
child.
My mouth
is a product
of not knowing
it spews
words I
barely understand.
Like the
word we use
for yeah and
I totally understand
that
and thank you...
My pride is a thin
thread that the
man in the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2017 5:22pm
27th Mar 2017 5:22pm
Misaligned.
We are the
children of
skin and bone
Remind me where
home is again...
She tells me
she's sick of this city
I tell her i've never
felt at home here.
I tell her my foreign
is a machine-gun
but one without ammo.
Someone tell her
she is loved too...
We are the
misfits.
Others argue that
we fit more than
those who 'belong'
as if belonging
relies on skin colour.
You fucking blackbeard fucker... ...
children of
skin and bone
Remind me where
home is again...
She tells me
she's sick of this city
I tell her i've never
felt at home here.
I tell her my foreign
is a machine-gun
but one without ammo.
Someone tell her
she is loved too...
We are the
misfits.
Others argue that
we fit more than
those who 'belong'
as if belonging
relies on skin colour.
You fucking blackbeard fucker... ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Mar 2017 9:02pm
26th Mar 2017 9:02pm
MMXVII
I've been put in the ground, without dying...-Azap HG (Huseyin Gülsevdi
I am a nothing
in eyes of fire.
They do not burn
in lakes of flame
for me, anymore...
did they ever?
I
sit six feet
deep in a grave
of my own making...
p l e a s e...
spare me the
hate and
tear me
apart----
when I was younger
I
was proposed to
& this
guy
could smile and
i'd be
swept in the waves
of his
toxicity
...
I am a nothing
in eyes of fire.
They do not burn
in lakes of flame
for me, anymore...
did they ever?
I
sit six feet
deep in a grave
of my own making...
p l e a s e...
spare me the
hate and
tear me
apart----
when I was younger
I
was proposed to
& this
guy
could smile and
i'd be
swept in the waves
of his
toxicity
...
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