Submissions by Utesch
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
[] [][][] [][][][][] [proletariat] [with pencil]
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2018 00:14am
26th Jan 2018 00:14am
Humanity
Humanity.greed.serving.suffering.smiling.milk bones.
Awake to the sound of spoons.clattering.
Drift past the paper watchers.stained.
What actions deserve this attention?
Feast on cosmic brownies.
Sit for a stare.
Amazed by how unaware the players are to the morning tune.
Cast.Its shadows stretch against the lifting pavement.
Slush drained ice crystals quench my mourning.
Paint the lines for me to walk
Draw the plans in pasty chalk.
Dark sarcasm in the classroom awaits.
My fingers scroll the archaic masterpieces left to...
Awake to the sound of spoons.clattering.
Drift past the paper watchers.stained.
What actions deserve this attention?
Feast on cosmic brownies.
Sit for a stare.
Amazed by how unaware the players are to the morning tune.
Cast.Its shadows stretch against the lifting pavement.
Slush drained ice crystals quench my mourning.
Paint the lines for me to walk
Draw the plans in pasty chalk.
Dark sarcasm in the classroom awaits.
My fingers scroll the archaic masterpieces left to...
#humankind
#myself
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 11:41pm
24th Jan 2018 11:41pm
We'll Save This War Someday
Before this day is done
On a runway never run,
With our stereoscopic views
On which opinion that we’ll choose.
To live from day to day
Without a glance the other way.
How do you know?
How do you know you’re right,
Without a battle or a fight?
To see from ear to ear,
My eyes are not the best to hear with.
Have you saved a life today?
Could it end another way,
Without the bitterness betray?
Oh we’ll save this war someday.
Honesty prevails inside us,
Deepest, darkest, corners of the earth.
Without water,...
On a runway never run,
With our stereoscopic views
On which opinion that we’ll choose.
To live from day to day
Without a glance the other way.
How do you know?
How do you know you’re right,
Without a battle or a fight?
To see from ear to ear,
My eyes are not the best to hear with.
Have you saved a life today?
Could it end another way,
Without the bitterness betray?
Oh we’ll save this war someday.
Honesty prevails inside us,
Deepest, darkest, corners of the earth.
Without water,...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 2:36am
22nd Jan 2018 2:36am
When Time Passes Me By
As I grow
I want to be absorbed in nature's flow.
Closer to the earth and its natural rhythm,
Reaching inside myself with great precision.
I want to be torn apart in a ferocious division,
Separated from material bits of my own schism.
I want to let the brutality
and thirst
overwhelm me,
To be returned to nature's song,
A part of it all along.
Worms will dig tunnels through pieces of me,
As flies land on my closed eyes.
Let the body rot in tall grass, or forest,
When time passes me by.
I want to be absorbed in nature's flow.
Closer to the earth and its natural rhythm,
Reaching inside myself with great precision.
I want to be torn apart in a ferocious division,
Separated from material bits of my own schism.
I want to let the brutality
and thirst
overwhelm me,
To be returned to nature's song,
A part of it all along.
Worms will dig tunnels through pieces of me,
As flies land on my closed eyes.
Let the body rot in tall grass, or forest,
When time passes me by.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2018 11:31pm
18th Jan 2018 11:31pm
Eager To Mount
We sit in proper positions,
Careful to follow what two should do,
Having premonitions.
Should-nots keep entering my focus train,
Boarding my whispering locomotive, after years of separation.
I was unaware of this current strain before now.
I want it to pull me sideways.
Not to prevent the idea of chaos from entering my byways.
Ours is the moment,
And you have me beat.
Properly propped up in our seats.
Anticipation mounting,
You derailing.
Deluded thoughts and memories spill out of our cups
As we do a proper toast.
I...
Careful to follow what two should do,
Having premonitions.
Should-nots keep entering my focus train,
Boarding my whispering locomotive, after years of separation.
I was unaware of this current strain before now.
I want it to pull me sideways.
Not to prevent the idea of chaos from entering my byways.
Ours is the moment,
And you have me beat.
Properly propped up in our seats.
Anticipation mounting,
You derailing.
Deluded thoughts and memories spill out of our cups
As we do a proper toast.
I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2017 10:10pm
22nd Dec 2017 10:10pm
There Is A Way To Comfort
There is a way to comfort.
There are days that go by and blinks that pass.
Everything passes by me as I stand in stillness,
staring, and blinking,
madly.
There is a way to comfort.
There is a way with her
watering the garden,
so sweet.
Her mind is a turntable
of ideas and imaginations,
of terror and love.
Her heart of desire.
Her nails in my skin.
Madly comforting.
There are ways that we love.
I have visions of my her.
My dove.
I see her lying there,
legs casually...
There are days that go by and blinks that pass.
Everything passes by me as I stand in stillness,
staring, and blinking,
madly.
There is a way to comfort.
There is a way with her
watering the garden,
so sweet.
Her mind is a turntable
of ideas and imaginations,
of terror and love.
Her heart of desire.
Her nails in my skin.
Madly comforting.
There are ways that we love.
I have visions of my her.
My dove.
I see her lying there,
legs casually...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 00:30am
21st Dec 2017 00:30am
Reaching and Rotating
My legs cannot stop moving
churning the thoughts in my head.
My feet are slippery in my leather shoes,
Barefoot. Sliding. Raw.
I'm thinking hundreds of thoughts. Trivial thoughts.
Thoughts of Blood. Breath. Pain. and stabbing.
I can feel the knife moving across the
body of its victim. Reaching deep inside,
looking for a soul. Hot. Sweatily.. gushing body.
My legs won't stop their moving,
I am forced to follow wherever they take me.
Too preoccupied for directions.
I need a glass to break in the...
churning the thoughts in my head.
My feet are slippery in my leather shoes,
Barefoot. Sliding. Raw.
I'm thinking hundreds of thoughts. Trivial thoughts.
Thoughts of Blood. Breath. Pain. and stabbing.
I can feel the knife moving across the
body of its victim. Reaching deep inside,
looking for a soul. Hot. Sweatily.. gushing body.
My legs won't stop their moving,
I am forced to follow wherever they take me.
Too preoccupied for directions.
I need a glass to break in the...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Dec 2017 00:21am
21st Dec 2017 00:21am
In A Distant Place/Traveling While Standing Still
You feel
a separation while in the forest.
A blue brain moving
thoughts like jig-saw pieces,
surrounded by ghosts of mice.
Ambivalently separated,
with chewed corners, and long johns.
Standing on this mountain,
above a mile of dinosaur bones,
I feel the separation too.
There is a growing distance in crowded spaces.
Anxious shouting and laughter decay
into my spiraling thoughts,
and the faint sucking
sounds from the leeches.
When long periods of time
pass alone with the forest,
the forest...
a separation while in the forest.
A blue brain moving
thoughts like jig-saw pieces,
surrounded by ghosts of mice.
Ambivalently separated,
with chewed corners, and long johns.
Standing on this mountain,
above a mile of dinosaur bones,
I feel the separation too.
There is a growing distance in crowded spaces.
Anxious shouting and laughter decay
into my spiraling thoughts,
and the faint sucking
sounds from the leeches.
When long periods of time
pass alone with the forest,
the forest...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Dec 2017 6:34am
15th Dec 2017 6:34am
Silence On A Moonlit Night
Silence on a moonlit night
Disturbing thoughts enter my perfect dream
Words floating through the air
Through your ears I will never go
Your attitude is enough to put justice in my tears
Lonesome thoughts now enter my disturbing dream
My picture box flickers to static
Limits extended, exceeded, executed
You are my pain
I am your scapegoat
Your friend
Restless on a Friday night
I wish the silence was thunder
My eyes directing this life
Mystified by the stupidity I did not see
Adaptation is a pain
I am...
Disturbing thoughts enter my perfect dream
Words floating through the air
Through your ears I will never go
Your attitude is enough to put justice in my tears
Lonesome thoughts now enter my disturbing dream
My picture box flickers to static
Limits extended, exceeded, executed
You are my pain
I am your scapegoat
Your friend
Restless on a Friday night
I wish the silence was thunder
My eyes directing this life
Mystified by the stupidity I did not see
Adaptation is a pain
I am...
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Dec 2017 1:37am
14th Dec 2017 1:37am
Circular Fruit
Gentle teeth against warm skin
I peel the crescent sphere without a fear
On arrival of the core
While hunger slowly fades
Nothing can stop me
But it seems harder in some way
Juice and joy combine in an immense gratification
Truly putting satisfaction in the circle
The seed will never be found in the same place
While the location always centered
Different colors
Different sizes
Never again will there be a misrepresentation of equality like it
Never will there be a core without a seed
"Go ahead put justice in the world ...
I peel the crescent sphere without a fear
On arrival of the core
While hunger slowly fades
Nothing can stop me
But it seems harder in some way
Juice and joy combine in an immense gratification
Truly putting satisfaction in the circle
The seed will never be found in the same place
While the location always centered
Different colors
Different sizes
Never again will there be a misrepresentation of equality like it
Never will there be a core without a seed
"Go ahead put justice in the world ...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 12:15pm
13th Dec 2017 12:15pm
Long Memories
Too many days start with a bird and end with a turd
Somethings cannot be seen until you change your perspective.
Light will saturate even when you are face-down in darkness
What is forever if my time here is planned for and plotted?
He told me that one way to lose your way in life is to not do anything at all
A sandwich once took me four hours to stuff down his throat.
Grasping for cans in an alley by Portsburough, stiff witnesses
Tilting and turning planets, keeping us all a nice shade of savage.
Long memories, long nights...
Somethings cannot be seen until you change your perspective.
Light will saturate even when you are face-down in darkness
What is forever if my time here is planned for and plotted?
He told me that one way to lose your way in life is to not do anything at all
A sandwich once took me four hours to stuff down his throat.
Grasping for cans in an alley by Portsburough, stiff witnesses
Tilting and turning planets, keeping us all a nice shade of savage.
Long memories, long nights...
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 12:11pm
13th Dec 2017 12:11pm
Dungeon Day Darkness
A growing resistance in my mind
of pushing tossing sand and tidely forces.
Will it return to me?
Is it gone forever?
Like a row of sonsofbitches bending to head salute.
Starting off on good feet, like tomorrow and just like last week,
we will wait.
A flicker, a shadow,
Two thumbs at one space bar.
How long until all of this becomes mars?
All of this I know now, before its too...
of pushing tossing sand and tidely forces.
Will it return to me?
Is it gone forever?
Like a row of sonsofbitches bending to head salute.
Starting off on good feet, like tomorrow and just like last week,
we will wait.
A flicker, a shadow,
Two thumbs at one space bar.
How long until all of this becomes mars?
All of this I know now, before its too...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2017 8:48am
12th Dec 2017 8:48am
The Crutch
Jump on my shoulders and I’ll run,
Moving forward
To never look back at the sun.
Leaving a trail so that others will know,
The followers need not know
Which way to go.
Weight on shoulders,
Blistered brain,
Leaders cannot neglect this pain.
Countless mousetraps snap about,
Some will fall,
Others will lazily pout.
Pity a mouse is
So small a creature,
Even the ugliest feature,
Mistakable.
Countless holes in a bottomless pit,
Trip and you’ll fall,
Or you’ll fall without a trip. ...
Moving forward
To never look back at the sun.
Leaving a trail so that others will know,
The followers need not know
Which way to go.
Weight on shoulders,
Blistered brain,
Leaders cannot neglect this pain.
Countless mousetraps snap about,
Some will fall,
Others will lazily pout.
Pity a mouse is
So small a creature,
Even the ugliest feature,
Mistakable.
Countless holes in a bottomless pit,
Trip and you’ll fall,
Or you’ll fall without a trip. ...
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