Submissions by Undivided_Praxis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2017 5:02pm
26th Mar 2017 5:02pm
Apologies and bloodshed- letters to those who will never know.
Dear you guys...
I am sorry I am the daughter
of the shadows rather than
the precious gem you hoped
to parent.
Are parents supposed to
mess with their kids' heads?
I am fourteen
I am sitting at a Weatherspoon's
my father orders a pint
glares at the waiter who
looks at me sceptically
I get my pint too.
Does Stella Artois taste
better than other beer?
I am fifteen
the blame is a whip
lashing
more times
than
he came inside her ...
I am sorry I am the daughter
of the shadows rather than
the precious gem you hoped
to parent.
Are parents supposed to
mess with their kids' heads?
I am fourteen
I am sitting at a Weatherspoon's
my father orders a pint
glares at the waiter who
looks at me sceptically
I get my pint too.
Does Stella Artois taste
better than other beer?
I am fifteen
the blame is a whip
lashing
more times
than
he came inside her ...
674 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2017 2:12pm
25th Mar 2017 2:12pm
Pre-ejaculation and speculation
We are the broken ones
the ones full of more love
than shit and
Romeo & Juliet would
Have cried if they could
see us now
I might as well have poisoned
You
With the lies and promises
of never-arriving tomorrow's
at least he
wasn't riddled
with
P r e e j a c I a t I o n
fuck it
We are the shotguns
rattling off in the dark
we are the
ones who didn't stop at
spectuation
"Inter-racial relationships can be
A...
the ones full of more love
than shit and
Romeo & Juliet would
Have cried if they could
see us now
I might as well have poisoned
You
With the lies and promises
of never-arriving tomorrow's
at least he
wasn't riddled
with
P r e e j a c I a t I o n
fuck it
We are the shotguns
rattling off in the dark
we are the
ones who didn't stop at
spectuation
"Inter-racial relationships can be
A...
835 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2017 1:45pm
25th Mar 2017 1:45pm
Last card in the deck
Where dreams come to die
No one tells you
The pursuit of dreams
can go hand in hand
with the capitalistic mentality
Of paying your way through
like a blind beggar on bended knees
dreams are sold, your future wrecked
Before it glints in the horizon
like peridot.
Sell your pride and your worth
ambition and the fruits of your nation
for a chance to make something
while you fashion your dreams
out of innocence and hope
while you fashion your dreams
Using prayer as an antidote
because...
No one tells you
The pursuit of dreams
can go hand in hand
with the capitalistic mentality
Of paying your way through
like a blind beggar on bended knees
dreams are sold, your future wrecked
Before it glints in the horizon
like peridot.
Sell your pride and your worth
ambition and the fruits of your nation
for a chance to make something
while you fashion your dreams
out of innocence and hope
while you fashion your dreams
Using prayer as an antidote
because...
717 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2017 5:26pm
24th Mar 2017 5:26pm
Karma(Sutra)
i.
I watched a Youtube lecture
looking for information about you
It's fucking me up.
ii.
Do you think she
would have stayed
if you fucked her
more often?
iii.
Candles, darling
I light them
I think of you
but what use is it
now?
iiii.
Many Youtubers
have taken it upon
themselves to dissect
your story, whittle it down
but the story doesn't matter
when you can't reverse bloodshed.
v
...
I watched a Youtube lecture
looking for information about you
It's fucking me up.
ii.
Do you think she
would have stayed
if you fucked her
more often?
iii.
Candles, darling
I light them
I think of you
but what use is it
now?
iiii.
Many Youtubers
have taken it upon
themselves to dissect
your story, whittle it down
but the story doesn't matter
when you can't reverse bloodshed.
v
...
961 reads
10 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2017 6:30pm
23rd Mar 2017 6:30pm
On empty bullets and full hearts.
This one's for you...
i.
Your brain was a canvas
28 days of love
crossed off in chalk
how many declarations
of love was that?
ii.
She cheated, found a home in
the pulsing cock of another man
28 days of love
how many declarations
of love was that?
iii.
Sunsets don't spill
over people who don't watch them
they are not Gods
omnipotence is not
potent the way
heartbreak is.
Dear God,
Fuck you for ...
i.
Your brain was a canvas
28 days of love
crossed off in chalk
how many declarations
of love was that?
ii.
She cheated, found a home in
the pulsing cock of another man
28 days of love
how many declarations
of love was that?
iii.
Sunsets don't spill
over people who don't watch them
they are not Gods
omnipotence is not
potent the way
heartbreak is.
Dear God,
Fuck you for ...
900 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2017 7:18pm
22nd Mar 2017 7:18pm
Notes and letters.
i.
You had a mouth like
peppermint.
dear peppermint,
are you being consumed
by him the way I used to be?
ii.
I picked a rose
the thorns pricking me
the table is bare without
your arm across it
arm wrestling...?
I never arm-wrestled again.
iii.
Dilirga gets played here
at weddings.
I know, I know
what you're thinking...
...
You had a mouth like
peppermint.
dear peppermint,
are you being consumed
by him the way I used to be?
ii.
I picked a rose
the thorns pricking me
the table is bare without
your arm across it
arm wrestling...?
I never arm-wrestled again.
iii.
Dilirga gets played here
at weddings.
I know, I know
what you're thinking...
...
793 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2017 12:27pm
22nd Mar 2017 12:27pm
Chistled bones
Scratch your poetry
into my bones
if I bleed,
whisper sweet nothings
until I'm rendered comatose
Because you know
i'll cradle you anyway
How many fucks do
I have to give
before you hear my bleeding
throat scream your
name...?
I never diid...
I am a microcosm
of opinions
I am
the universe
in your palms
But I'm not your universe
Please,
come back to the
girl you never really knew
you'll never really know.
Sing...
into my bones
if I bleed,
whisper sweet nothings
until I'm rendered comatose
Because you know
i'll cradle you anyway
How many fucks do
I have to give
before you hear my bleeding
throat scream your
name...?
I never diid...
I am a microcosm
of opinions
I am
the universe
in your palms
But I'm not your universe
Please,
come back to the
girl you never really knew
you'll never really know.
Sing...
864 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2017 9:31pm
21st Mar 2017 9:31pm
Sun of Death
S
p
i
R
a
L
life is a turntable
Russian Roulette
Click.. click... click...
Better luck
N e x t
Tiiiiimeeeeee
Ah, but I am not
a maiden of Silhouettes
I am silhouetted
in the
depths of my own
destruction
--------________---------
Excuse me
Can I get the
next train to
Never-again-ville?
No more him
No more him/s ...
p
i
R
a
L
life is a turntable
Russian Roulette
Click.. click... click...
Better luck
N e x t
Tiiiiimeeeeee
Ah, but I am not
a maiden of Silhouettes
I am silhouetted
in the
depths of my own
destruction
--------________---------
Excuse me
Can I get the
next train to
Never-again-ville?
No more him
No more him/s ...
701 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2017 2:58pm
21st Mar 2017 2:58pm
Eternal
we will rise
From the ashes of yesterday....
to become the Seraph's of tomorrow
You and I,
Perfect where perfection never was
You, with eyes of marble
And I with Onyx wings
S o a r I n g
Further into an abyss
Where privacy can be stroked
by the tips of our wings
A n d
I will recite poetry of long-gone
centuries that spark volcanoes
in my cancerous heart,
and you-perhaps-
will laugh at my fondness.
Darling I never knew
You liked such symphonies
...
From the ashes of yesterday....
to become the Seraph's of tomorrow
You and I,
Perfect where perfection never was
You, with eyes of marble
And I with Onyx wings
S o a r I n g
Further into an abyss
Where privacy can be stroked
by the tips of our wings
A n d
I will recite poetry of long-gone
centuries that spark volcanoes
in my cancerous heart,
and you-perhaps-
will laugh at my fondness.
Darling I never knew
You liked such symphonies
...
766 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2017 10:35pm
20th Mar 2017 10:35pm
Lost
Your lips are the kisses of the sanctimonious
My mind a tired dervish spinning, one corner on
the ground, another up to the sky
r e a c h i n g
f o r
something other than this
aby sssssss
Dear E,
I may, perhaps
bask in the light of your smile
next month
I may even sit by your feet
as you pummel me with questions
How could you leave?
do you love me now?
Did you ever love me?
because I had to, my sweet psychopath
I had to leave
Wanna know what England's like? ...
My mind a tired dervish spinning, one corner on
the ground, another up to the sky
r e a c h i n g
f o r
something other than this
aby sssssss
Dear E,
I may, perhaps
bask in the light of your smile
next month
I may even sit by your feet
as you pummel me with questions
How could you leave?
do you love me now?
Did you ever love me?
because I had to, my sweet psychopath
I had to leave
Wanna know what England's like? ...
794 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Mar 2017 5:41pm
20th Mar 2017 5:41pm
Filthy Claws
The charred remains of the forgotten
lie in self-manufactured graves
tell them, tell them there's still
h o p e
fucking hell.
For you, too? Is there
hope for me...?
Gone are the days
where
hope rose like the sun and
set on my skin
Tell him you love him
you'll never know when
it'll be the last time
He doesn't love me
not really, he's after flesh
and brittle bones he can
play the flute on.
My death song
is... ...
lie in self-manufactured graves
tell them, tell them there's still
h o p e
fucking hell.
For you, too? Is there
hope for me...?
Gone are the days
where
hope rose like the sun and
set on my skin
Tell him you love him
you'll never know when
it'll be the last time
He doesn't love me
not really, he's after flesh
and brittle bones he can
play the flute on.
My death song
is... ...
727 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2017 8:28pm
19th Mar 2017 8:28pm
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My tongue is marble
when careless
minds risk treading it
it breaks.
& I
have no patience anymore
for falsifications, for their prophecies
their philosophies
I don't even have
time for my own
I gasp when minds
splay open for my eyes
to drink in
Here's how I think
the world works
and here's why
spare me the
suffocation of small talk
spare me the
disgust in your eyes
when I decide to open
u ppppp
The world doesn't really
work that...
when careless
minds risk treading it
it breaks.
& I
have no patience anymore
for falsifications, for their prophecies
their philosophies
I don't even have
time for my own
I gasp when minds
splay open for my eyes
to drink in
Here's how I think
the world works
and here's why
spare me the
suffocation of small talk
spare me the
disgust in your eyes
when I decide to open
u ppppp
The world doesn't really
work that...
848 reads
12 Comments
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