Submissions by Whitewand6
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 11:38am
18th Nov 2011 11:38am
Saturday Night Live
I was at the bar tonight.
And the air hung heavy,
despite the renovation
and ambience lights,
with a lot of sobbing men;
and incoherent braggadocio,
and monologues of
gain,
rain
and pain.
The waiter smiled hopefully
as I gulped down some whiskey
and some more and
even some more.
He finally asked me
if I wanted more.
I excused myself and
checked my wallet
while walking towards
the reeking toilet.
And I did not have enough,
to tip.
Inside the loo a man...
And the air hung heavy,
despite the renovation
and ambience lights,
with a lot of sobbing men;
and incoherent braggadocio,
and monologues of
gain,
rain
and pain.
The waiter smiled hopefully
as I gulped down some whiskey
and some more and
even some more.
He finally asked me
if I wanted more.
I excused myself and
checked my wallet
while walking towards
the reeking toilet.
And I did not have enough,
to tip.
Inside the loo a man...
849 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 11:32am
18th Nov 2011 11:32am
I-D C-R-Y- SIS
What's your level in the food chain
Are you a victim or a victimiser
Are you a cunning sadist or a twisted masochist
Where have you reached in the need pyramid
Have you actualized your demons
Or still securing the dungeons
of your labyrinthine mind?
Are you the perpetrator or the prey?
Are you the hunter or the hunted
who kills the predators by his cloaks of disguise?
Are you a savage misanthrope
or a classical music loving latent fascist?
Are you a living grave of a thousand lives
or a white collar corporate...
Are you a victim or a victimiser
Are you a cunning sadist or a twisted masochist
Where have you reached in the need pyramid
Have you actualized your demons
Or still securing the dungeons
of your labyrinthine mind?
Are you the perpetrator or the prey?
Are you the hunter or the hunted
who kills the predators by his cloaks of disguise?
Are you a savage misanthrope
or a classical music loving latent fascist?
Are you a living grave of a thousand lives
or a white collar corporate...
762 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2011 7:53am
17th Nov 2011 7:53am
Clinical breakdown of a personal tragedy
You did not take my call yesterday
or the day before and even the previous day
It's not unusual not in the least
don't misinterpret my silence as my
complete lack of surprise
This silence is of the rare kind
one you would find over a tranquil lake
during slow moving twilight in autumn
I bleed with a pained smile and wait
The whole world reciprocates in ignorant bliss
Silently they move about trapped in their own
life capsules-demons-doves-developments [so they say]
Oblivious I lie obliterated-cancerous void...
or the day before and even the previous day
It's not unusual not in the least
don't misinterpret my silence as my
complete lack of surprise
This silence is of the rare kind
one you would find over a tranquil lake
during slow moving twilight in autumn
I bleed with a pained smile and wait
The whole world reciprocates in ignorant bliss
Silently they move about trapped in their own
life capsules-demons-doves-developments [so they say]
Oblivious I lie obliterated-cancerous void...
760 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Nov 2011 9:05am
16th Nov 2011 9:05am
Routine
I whisper my screams in your ear
Yet you smile-wave your hand-walk out
of your clothes and they float
leaving behind a void-shaped like you
I hold you in my arms and kiss your eyes
and when my eyes are opened
I am lost
A mound of red clay and an wooden wheel
arrest my gaze and I wrest the potrait
it stares back at me-in its momentous whiteness
I wait with forced patience
My tears have burnt my truth
I am the new moon with craters-
dead volacanoes-deaf deserts
The sands of time are trapped
I am a fly...
Yet you smile-wave your hand-walk out
of your clothes and they float
leaving behind a void-shaped like you
I hold you in my arms and kiss your eyes
and when my eyes are opened
I am lost
A mound of red clay and an wooden wheel
arrest my gaze and I wrest the potrait
it stares back at me-in its momentous whiteness
I wait with forced patience
My tears have burnt my truth
I am the new moon with craters-
dead volacanoes-deaf deserts
The sands of time are trapped
I am a fly...
736 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2011 8:48am
16th Nov 2011 8:48am
Vagina Monologue
I am the vagina
I am 'everyone'
I am everywhere(?)
I give and take
I come in shapes
I help in imparting genetic blueprints
I give birth
I am slippery at times
I sell everywhere
I am the 'mother' of all mothers
I swallow and cry
I convulse and tighten
I am the giver
I am the magnetic black hole
I am the moist cave
I am the mystical triangle
I get tresspassed
I get mauled, marauded
I get hurt and hijacked
I am worth billions
I am enlightenment
I am the door-the...
I am 'everyone'
I am everywhere(?)
I give and take
I come in shapes
I help in imparting genetic blueprints
I give birth
I am slippery at times
I sell everywhere
I am the 'mother' of all mothers
I swallow and cry
I convulse and tighten
I am the giver
I am the magnetic black hole
I am the moist cave
I am the mystical triangle
I get tresspassed
I get mauled, marauded
I get hurt and hijacked
I am worth billions
I am enlightenment
I am the door-the...
1692 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2011 8:16am
15th Nov 2011 8:16am
touch me not
can still see the dying tail lights
like the evanescent flash of a celestial comet
behind a sand storm of sorts on the rusty road
fading into the scurry and sounds of nocturnal life
another world would be reached
a new level breached
while I stand here
under the gigantic shadow
of the ageless banyan tree
with trapped secrets
can feel the rhythmic beats of dying hope
sucked into the never ending pitch black abyss
in a few minutes it would end
like the lithium battery
as I wonder...
like the evanescent flash of a celestial comet
behind a sand storm of sorts on the rusty road
fading into the scurry and sounds of nocturnal life
another world would be reached
a new level breached
while I stand here
under the gigantic shadow
of the ageless banyan tree
with trapped secrets
can feel the rhythmic beats of dying hope
sucked into the never ending pitch black abyss
in a few minutes it would end
like the lithium battery
as I wonder...
758 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 11:02am
13th Nov 2011 11:02am
The Game
The sobriety of your love receptacle
amazed me out of my pending orgasm
The stiffness of your shapely back
sent cold shudders down my pulsating self
maddened like a starved bull
drunk on your musk
my empowered efforts were met
with vigorous stoicism
The hung air smelt of rebellion
and a generous share of pheromones
The signs showed otherwise
when the truth emerged
my hands tried in vain to measure the depth
the high tides tantalized
my submerged self
the azure brilliance seeped thru me
as my blue veins fetched...
amazed me out of my pending orgasm
The stiffness of your shapely back
sent cold shudders down my pulsating self
maddened like a starved bull
drunk on your musk
my empowered efforts were met
with vigorous stoicism
The hung air smelt of rebellion
and a generous share of pheromones
The signs showed otherwise
when the truth emerged
my hands tried in vain to measure the depth
the high tides tantalized
my submerged self
the azure brilliance seeped thru me
as my blue veins fetched...
854 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2011 1:49pm
12th Nov 2011 1:49pm
Love: Part 2
The endless ocean
with tides only falling-
stones sinking-
stars reflected in
their twinkling abandon
An impressionist view
an image-a mirage
A momentary lapse
of reason-rationality
or the hide and seek of
saneness and insanity
Or the truth and dare
between your ex-flames
and unholy fiends
who don’t budge from your being
Conclusion/ Confusion
Scenic/Lucid
Lurid/Ambiguous
Love-
the wetness
the aroma
the orgasm in the backseat
that kiss which lasted an hour ...
with tides only falling-
stones sinking-
stars reflected in
their twinkling abandon
An impressionist view
an image-a mirage
A momentary lapse
of reason-rationality
or the hide and seek of
saneness and insanity
Or the truth and dare
between your ex-flames
and unholy fiends
who don’t budge from your being
Conclusion/ Confusion
Scenic/Lucid
Lurid/Ambiguous
Love-
the wetness
the aroma
the orgasm in the backseat
that kiss which lasted an hour ...
786 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 7:42pm
11th Nov 2011 7:42pm
Love: Part 1
Tremulous quivers
Fumes of ego
Shades of alter-ego
The simmering volcano
The dying sun
A fine drizzle
The lush green sapling
The lonely beetle
and the clear sky
like a clear conscience
and a clear heart
A trivial lie
Random love
Passion’s play
Mere puppets
paired together
made of clay
The circle of life
The sinner's swing
Love is a tart-a wanton
Love is a whore
Love is a wife
A flower raped
drenched in morning dew
the colour-a rich...
Fumes of ego
Shades of alter-ego
The simmering volcano
The dying sun
A fine drizzle
The lush green sapling
The lonely beetle
and the clear sky
like a clear conscience
and a clear heart
A trivial lie
Random love
Passion’s play
Mere puppets
paired together
made of clay
The circle of life
The sinner's swing
Love is a tart-a wanton
Love is a whore
Love is a wife
A flower raped
drenched in morning dew
the colour-a rich...
851 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 7:35pm
11th Nov 2011 7:35pm
Curriculum de amore
The droppings of primordial essence would float
in the vacuum within as the doves in the heart would coo
and the lonely dreams would get vandalized by shadows
the red of your nails would glisten in my red
as the liquid portal would come apart
the crevasses would crumble
tranquil statuettes under noisy stars-You and me
would finally melt like snow flakes
and become one-a river of life
and then an island and a galaxy
you would be my portrait
and I would be your horsehair brush
two hearts would beat in the end within ...
in the vacuum within as the doves in the heart would coo
and the lonely dreams would get vandalized by shadows
the red of your nails would glisten in my red
as the liquid portal would come apart
the crevasses would crumble
tranquil statuettes under noisy stars-You and me
would finally melt like snow flakes
and become one-a river of life
and then an island and a galaxy
you would be my portrait
and I would be your horsehair brush
two hearts would beat in the end within ...
821 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 11:21am
11th Nov 2011 11:21am
Curriculum de courtship
fly down across the sky
Smile all the while
let your limbs
b l o o m
let your being
be taken over by
mild trepidation
with pastel glee
come to me and make love
slow
tender
controlled
choked
childish
chaste
as the southern stars eclipse
let me watch you lisp
as I nibble your lips
and give you a new meaning
the sky as usual would be
a bizarre photograph
above and below
now and then
we would offer no...
Smile all the while
let your limbs
b l o o m
let your being
be taken over by
mild trepidation
with pastel glee
come to me and make love
slow
tender
controlled
choked
childish
chaste
as the southern stars eclipse
let me watch you lisp
as I nibble your lips
and give you a new meaning
the sky as usual would be
a bizarre photograph
above and below
now and then
we would offer no...
735 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 11:00pm
10th Nov 2011 11:00pm
Vagabond
You look okay but nothing works
You try to love someone
but it ends
in superficial cuts
and swollen scar tissue
They call you
wild-uncivilized-fringe nihilist
All you do is smile
while your psyche sheds
tears of blood
You drift off the mainland-walking
and walking some more
particularly towards nowhere
You feed of discarded food
or else go empty
Your Spanish guitar is your solace
not to forget the stainless steel
harmonica...
You try to love someone
but it ends
in superficial cuts
and swollen scar tissue
They call you
wild-uncivilized-fringe nihilist
All you do is smile
while your psyche sheds
tears of blood
You drift off the mainland-walking
and walking some more
particularly towards nowhere
You feed of discarded food
or else go empty
Your Spanish guitar is your solace
not to forget the stainless steel
harmonica...
746 reads
4 Comments
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