Submissions by Undivided_Praxis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2017 2:15pm
19th Mar 2017 2:15pm
Desires and the Devil.
The devil sips
from the
i n k p o t
between my t h i g h s
& writes sweet nothings
across my skin,
"It's always better
when the poetry is written
in one's own ink"
he tells me.
I can't tell him
how many
faces have
wanted to disappear
in the canyon
but they were
either too young
or too old
or miles away.
I sing lyrical snippets
to myself because
someone has to deem me
worthy and
It ain't comin'...
from the
i n k p o t
between my t h i g h s
& writes sweet nothings
across my skin,
"It's always better
when the poetry is written
in one's own ink"
he tells me.
I can't tell him
how many
faces have
wanted to disappear
in the canyon
but they were
either too young
or too old
or miles away.
I sing lyrical snippets
to myself because
someone has to deem me
worthy and
It ain't comin'...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 1:39pm
18th Mar 2017 1:39pm
Insecurity
I have not
Done what you expected
of me
and for that I
A p o l o g i s e
My apologies are
empty epithanies
Your eyes scream pain
When I last saw you
2 years ago now
You came to greet me
my grandmother's house
was our secret getaway
I said nothing
Eyes glued to my phone
trying to contact the man I
loved then.
& I walked away
having smoked a cigarette
Knowing you hated it
Knowing you hated me
Forever?
You said 'Forever'
& my...
Done what you expected
of me
and for that I
A p o l o g i s e
My apologies are
empty epithanies
Your eyes scream pain
When I last saw you
2 years ago now
You came to greet me
my grandmother's house
was our secret getaway
I said nothing
Eyes glued to my phone
trying to contact the man I
loved then.
& I walked away
having smoked a cigarette
Knowing you hated it
Knowing you hated me
Forever?
You said 'Forever'
& my...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2017 8:00pm
16th Mar 2017 8:00pm
iconoclasm -16.03.17-
See the thorns as they
splinter my ribcage
I beg no longer
for a helping hand
don't remove them,sir
don't remove them, maam
I'm good. I swear.
Tell them how you
really feel.
I don't
the Turkish side
of my mind keeps a
tight lid on everything
silently calling everything
a
son of a whore
fuck this,
fuck that
He said
my foreign
was beautiful
he traced my lips
with poison
my throat traced heights
to reach a God he didn't believe in.
...
splinter my ribcage
I beg no longer
for a helping hand
don't remove them,sir
don't remove them, maam
I'm good. I swear.
Tell them how you
really feel.
I don't
the Turkish side
of my mind keeps a
tight lid on everything
silently calling everything
a
son of a whore
fuck this,
fuck that
He said
my foreign
was beautiful
he traced my lips
with poison
my throat traced heights
to reach a God he didn't believe in.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2017 2:42pm
15th Mar 2017 2:42pm
You (15.03.17)
I
am tired
of all of this.
Take me away
somewhere new
where I can rest
my bones and
light a cigarette
just for you,
(like I did
2 years back;
watching it die
slowly by your
headstone)
I
wrote you
letters and letters
telling you how
I missed you and
to what depths
I told you mum's doing okay
I didn't tell you
Dad had cancer
his brother had it
too and
his father before him
they both beat it
but you couldn't. ...
am tired
of all of this.
Take me away
somewhere new
where I can rest
my bones and
light a cigarette
just for you,
(like I did
2 years back;
watching it die
slowly by your
headstone)
I
wrote you
letters and letters
telling you how
I missed you and
to what depths
I told you mum's doing okay
I didn't tell you
Dad had cancer
his brother had it
too and
his father before him
they both beat it
but you couldn't. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2017 11:32pm
13th Mar 2017 11:32pm
Pride
It's in the fact
that I stand
hand on my heart
when we play the Euro's
and chant the national
anthem
without messing up a
single word even though
i've only heard it a few times
It's hidden in my
expressions of surprise
the ghost of my laugh
the perfection of pronunciation
&
the fact that I view 'home'
as my host country
and not where I belong.
but what is belonging?
feeling comfortable in
your own skin
will I ever
feel that?
...
that I stand
hand on my heart
when we play the Euro's
and chant the national
anthem
without messing up a
single word even though
i've only heard it a few times
It's hidden in my
expressions of surprise
the ghost of my laugh
the perfection of pronunciation
&
the fact that I view 'home'
as my host country
and not where I belong.
but what is belonging?
feeling comfortable in
your own skin
will I ever
feel that?
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2017 1:34pm
12th Mar 2017 1:34pm
Moments
Every moment
Is one in which
I forget my past and there
Is only you.
You and you alone
with your love burning deep
and your lust searing my soul
You worry, sometimes.
About me fleeing
Finding something new
someone else
I can feel it in your words
& the inability to trust
Falls like raindrops on a roof
Loud, clear and discomforting
But you, of blond and blue
see through me,
know I'd never seek
anyone but you
as
long as
the sun rises & falls
and birds...
Is one in which
I forget my past and there
Is only you.
You and you alone
with your love burning deep
and your lust searing my soul
You worry, sometimes.
About me fleeing
Finding something new
someone else
I can feel it in your words
& the inability to trust
Falls like raindrops on a roof
Loud, clear and discomforting
But you, of blond and blue
see through me,
know I'd never seek
anyone but you
as
long as
the sun rises & falls
and birds...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Mar 2017 6:14pm
11th Mar 2017 6:14pm
Him
You
S p i r a
l
Out of control
as your mind
s c r e a m s
for relief
from the d e m o n s
deep within
He stares at me
my top is off,
I have hidden
in the guest room
(Where I sleep
the sound of
footsteps
are the only
evident thing )
And his eyes
"Marry me"
I said no
His eyes said
Yes.
He saw my nipples
grow stiff in the cold
his eyes glassed over
the night before he
came into my room
"Sweetheart,...
S p i r a
l
Out of control
as your mind
s c r e a m s
for relief
from the d e m o n s
deep within
He stares at me
my top is off,
I have hidden
in the guest room
(Where I sleep
the sound of
footsteps
are the only
evident thing )
And his eyes
"Marry me"
I said no
His eyes said
Yes.
He saw my nipples
grow stiff in the cold
his eyes glassed over
the night before he
came into my room
"Sweetheart,...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2017 7:52pm
10th Mar 2017 7:52pm
Envy
Jealousy wraps itself
around her neck and
squeezes till she goes blue
we are stood on a restaurant balcony
I light a fag; pass her the lighter
she looks at me, a look i've seen
countless times in ten days
lights her cigarette and
takes a
d r a ggggggggg
We both look down at the car park
people come and go
she speaks
I nod, fag hanging from my mouth now
"How do you cope, with her?"
Medusa would be spinning in her
sea-laden grave
so many heads and
so many snakes hiss
with the one...
around her neck and
squeezes till she goes blue
we are stood on a restaurant balcony
I light a fag; pass her the lighter
she looks at me, a look i've seen
countless times in ten days
lights her cigarette and
takes a
d r a ggggggggg
We both look down at the car park
people come and go
she speaks
I nod, fag hanging from my mouth now
"How do you cope, with her?"
Medusa would be spinning in her
sea-laden grave
so many heads and
so many snakes hiss
with the one...
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2017 11:13pm
9th Mar 2017 11:13pm
Snap
Sick of this
Business
Tired of clumsy words
From Shakespearean mouths
More pills
1...2...3..4..5
5 a day
Because fruit and veg
just ain't hitting the right spot
So I let pills invade my skull
Telling me wrong from right
begging me to have belief in them
The pharmaceuticals
are my Gods
Now
My life is a thread
I tread, nice and light
but it will snap
As I lose control
As I lose myself
To the sway of
Insanity's soundtrack
Do not knock on this...
Business
Tired of clumsy words
From Shakespearean mouths
More pills
1...2...3..4..5
5 a day
Because fruit and veg
just ain't hitting the right spot
So I let pills invade my skull
Telling me wrong from right
begging me to have belief in them
The pharmaceuticals
are my Gods
Now
My life is a thread
I tread, nice and light
but it will snap
As I lose control
As I lose myself
To the sway of
Insanity's soundtrack
Do not knock on this...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2017 7:09pm
7th Mar 2017 7:09pm
Gone
You're gone now,M. You're gone. Earlier, I went through something similar to what we went through. Together. 2 years of it. It hurt, mostly because I'm not yours anymore & that level of whatever it is we had was ours. Though I walked away, I swore that I'd never allow someone else to bridge that gap. I call someone else 'Sir' now, because it's easier than calling him what I used to call you.
He's beautiful. Slightly older than you and way less cocksure; he's all I could ever need. He doesn't care about the race thing, you did. He doesn't want me sleeping around and returning...
He's beautiful. Slightly older than you and way less cocksure; he's all I could ever need. He doesn't care about the race thing, you did. He doesn't want me sleeping around and returning...
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2017 4:51pm
6th Mar 2017 4:51pm
Constant
It's the
Devil in the detail
The look in your eyes
The shotgun for a mouth
Keeping me on my toes
It's the smile
of a queen
spread wide at the
sound of your name
&
Your voice,
The voice of reason
the voice of lullabies
sating me more than
any drug ever could.
It's the constant
'I love you's and
the querying into my day
It's the secrecy of kisses
pressed into the corners
of my mind
&
The earthquakes
when you tell me
I'm...
Devil in the detail
The look in your eyes
The shotgun for a mouth
Keeping me on my toes
It's the smile
of a queen
spread wide at the
sound of your name
&
Your voice,
The voice of reason
the voice of lullabies
sating me more than
any drug ever could.
It's the constant
'I love you's and
the querying into my day
It's the secrecy of kisses
pressed into the corners
of my mind
&
The earthquakes
when you tell me
I'm...
825 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2017 10:10pm
4th Mar 2017 10:10pm
Angel
You
I
can't stop
watching
your fucking
youtube videos
and it's driving me
insane Jersey boy
it's driving me nuts
save me from
the beauty of your mind
because you're no longer mine
and it's my fault and
it aches
I miss
smoking cigarettes
whilst on the phone
with you and
freezing my ass off
as I sat out on the balcony
I miss
the way you
never said my name
swapped it for pet names
I miss the ache in my soul
when you...
I
can't stop
watching
your fucking
youtube videos
and it's driving me
insane Jersey boy
it's driving me nuts
save me from
the beauty of your mind
because you're no longer mine
and it's my fault and
it aches
I miss
smoking cigarettes
whilst on the phone
with you and
freezing my ass off
as I sat out on the balcony
I miss
the way you
never said my name
swapped it for pet names
I miss the ache in my soul
when you...
652 reads
10 Comments
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