Submissions by Whitewand6
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Dec 2012 11:30am
21st Dec 2012 11:30am
pablo, honey
ah pendejo, gringo with your parlour tan, indiana jones hat and dusty, rugged backpack
why don't you come here and look inside senor:
house of adobe, painted sea blue, bed, hbo, hot water and woman: local mehicano mohito mamacita
very hot very good will cry, beg, lick, suck. poor bitch wont say no, senor. film, photograph. okay.
all in all two hundred senor good time with wine on the house. not the cheap piss, good red wine. special.
for you, yeah. all ages-sixteen to sixty. big small all.
powerful, ese? ah you looking for funny games, they cost...
why don't you come here and look inside senor:
house of adobe, painted sea blue, bed, hbo, hot water and woman: local mehicano mohito mamacita
very hot very good will cry, beg, lick, suck. poor bitch wont say no, senor. film, photograph. okay.
all in all two hundred senor good time with wine on the house. not the cheap piss, good red wine. special.
for you, yeah. all ages-sixteen to sixty. big small all.
powerful, ese? ah you looking for funny games, they cost...
1198 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 12:26pm
20th Dec 2012 12:26pm
Balthazar
In the steadfast moving locus of time space continuum,
amidst the million events-possible, probable; despite
the chance of errors, upheavals, ex pluribus unum,
Balthazar always understands beyond anyone's comprehension,
thus making a fascinating case study to meditate upon,
definitely reaching somewhere: a non-existent plane
which ceases to be ambiguous by the power in
the fusion of denial and suggestion.
The origin of pseudo-understanding
is no less significant than the very
creation of an alpha centauri,
you see, as there are...
amidst the million events-possible, probable; despite
the chance of errors, upheavals, ex pluribus unum,
Balthazar always understands beyond anyone's comprehension,
thus making a fascinating case study to meditate upon,
definitely reaching somewhere: a non-existent plane
which ceases to be ambiguous by the power in
the fusion of denial and suggestion.
The origin of pseudo-understanding
is no less significant than the very
creation of an alpha centauri,
you see, as there are...
884 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 2:05pm
19th Dec 2012 2:05pm
thoughts from a terrace
this afternoon
bored of lying on my bed amidst men
living in the fear of dying i walked up
and took the stairs without anyone noticing
finally reached the terrace and sat down
as the staff nurses ate their lunch
sniggers snorts silence slurps
they had something
or the other to kick around mostly
their men back home with all their
peculiarities pride problems
and so on
a general sense of well being
was there pretty much unshakeable ...
bored of lying on my bed amidst men
living in the fear of dying i walked up
and took the stairs without anyone noticing
finally reached the terrace and sat down
as the staff nurses ate their lunch
sniggers snorts silence slurps
they had something
or the other to kick around mostly
their men back home with all their
peculiarities pride problems
and so on
a general sense of well being
was there pretty much unshakeable ...
845 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 8:09pm
18th Dec 2012 8:09pm
frankenstein
my old man
lost his other son a couple of years back
did not see that coming not even on the previous evening
'course was never a fighter rather always was the softie
the lone child who gets intimidated and goes into
hiding inside himself bumping into people
dropping and forgetting things muttering
it altered him from inside outside
his face lost its colour his neck showed more by the day
popped pills all day blue white orange cap pop gulp changed sides
watched the telly switching channels drugged dour...
lost his other son a couple of years back
did not see that coming not even on the previous evening
'course was never a fighter rather always was the softie
the lone child who gets intimidated and goes into
hiding inside himself bumping into people
dropping and forgetting things muttering
it altered him from inside outside
his face lost its colour his neck showed more by the day
popped pills all day blue white orange cap pop gulp changed sides
watched the telly switching channels drugged dour...
723 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 11:50am
18th Dec 2012 11:50am
train
my phone flashed a while back
it was a text from a well meaning well wishing someone
a few hundred miles away that wished me a good night
and i am sure of my fellow men at this hour:
in their reinforced jungles and graveyard shifts
on red signals taking U turns on roads ending in dead ends
in open food courts staring into infomercials
popping sugarfree holding ergonomic
handling deals planning trips
are just with me on this
not to forget all the
gangsters rocksters hipsters blisters
hangman packman jackass and whatnots...
it was a text from a well meaning well wishing someone
a few hundred miles away that wished me a good night
and i am sure of my fellow men at this hour:
in their reinforced jungles and graveyard shifts
on red signals taking U turns on roads ending in dead ends
in open food courts staring into infomercials
popping sugarfree holding ergonomic
handling deals planning trips
are just with me on this
not to forget all the
gangsters rocksters hipsters blisters
hangman packman jackass and whatnots...
845 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 2:53pm
17th Dec 2012 2:53pm
c**t
i have forever loved feeding the fecund fire that burns within
emitting stardust and vapours pregnant
with unsaturated lust
evermore have seen myself as a firefly
a microsun with a few hundred million mitochondria
a few millstones
chasing chaste
adulterated
ambiguous
been aware of rabid addiction
introspected about the affliction
yet it all comes down to a dot
a black hole that has engulfed
the gods and godsents
it's the very seat of sex
my
asylum from existence
tropical vacation ...
emitting stardust and vapours pregnant
with unsaturated lust
evermore have seen myself as a firefly
a microsun with a few hundred million mitochondria
a few millstones
chasing chaste
adulterated
ambiguous
been aware of rabid addiction
introspected about the affliction
yet it all comes down to a dot
a black hole that has engulfed
the gods and godsents
it's the very seat of sex
my
asylum from existence
tropical vacation ...
942 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 3:29pm
16th Dec 2012 3:29pm
bus
i see the boy
in pink sweater floating midair midsleep
arms dangling like carrots broken in the middle
his pink fingers curling trying to grasp
the handrest a couple of feet away
his head hits the roof
as he crashes against the man
with manic force of gravity
low shrieks and howls rush
thru like surplus charge
in high voltage wires
the bus topples
all of us topple along with it
our lives dreams wants plans
dslr cameras packed bags large packs
of condoms smuggled weed and...
in pink sweater floating midair midsleep
arms dangling like carrots broken in the middle
his pink fingers curling trying to grasp
the handrest a couple of feet away
his head hits the roof
as he crashes against the man
with manic force of gravity
low shrieks and howls rush
thru like surplus charge
in high voltage wires
the bus topples
all of us topple along with it
our lives dreams wants plans
dslr cameras packed bags large packs
of condoms smuggled weed and...
1112 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2012 12:55pm
15th Dec 2012 12:55pm
seance
hello my dear X
dont be astonished by your anonymity
in my ever increasing world of namelessness
discretion is but a prerogative
come sit on the seattle soho recliner
let the custom made aniline leather upholsterry
moo and coo and prepare you for the trip
that awaits
let the cessaro affascinate speakers usher in earl klugh
the subtles notes in tidal waves of lucid symphony
relax and let the endorphins gush
the alpha waves don't work well
on you from all these months
of continous listening you see
it's all...
dont be astonished by your anonymity
in my ever increasing world of namelessness
discretion is but a prerogative
come sit on the seattle soho recliner
let the custom made aniline leather upholsterry
moo and coo and prepare you for the trip
that awaits
let the cessaro affascinate speakers usher in earl klugh
the subtles notes in tidal waves of lucid symphony
relax and let the endorphins gush
the alpha waves don't work well
on you from all these months
of continous listening you see
it's all...
799 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 3:54pm
13th Dec 2012 3:54pm
vaudeville
the clock shows ten to two and it seems awhile
i am the gasper noe vision tonight the night hawk
taking in everything in my 360 vantage point that
keeps on evolving in a blur at the speed of change
i swoop and dive and somersault and barely evade
crashing into the concrete without my safety net
keep floating high above the highrise apartments with
their all white elevators interiors exteriors housing the
killers sharks lunatics whores with their prisons and
dungeons and aquariums and med cabinets with
their bottles of thorazine...
i am the gasper noe vision tonight the night hawk
taking in everything in my 360 vantage point that
keeps on evolving in a blur at the speed of change
i swoop and dive and somersault and barely evade
crashing into the concrete without my safety net
keep floating high above the highrise apartments with
their all white elevators interiors exteriors housing the
killers sharks lunatics whores with their prisons and
dungeons and aquariums and med cabinets with
their bottles of thorazine...
856 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 10:52pm
12th Dec 2012 10:52pm
dark side of the zoon
well my
parents
they were
pious righteous
expected the best
the day i was born
there was gold and silver
and a couple thousand guests
jupiter and mercury were equidistant
from sun and there was also something else
probably rare planetary symmetry in two sections
it was the best surgeon in town who had performed
the caesarean in one of the better hospitals in there
there was a bit of fireworks loads of sweets and gifts
about a few hundred had flocked in...
parents
they were
pious righteous
expected the best
the day i was born
there was gold and silver
and a couple thousand guests
jupiter and mercury were equidistant
from sun and there was also something else
probably rare planetary symmetry in two sections
it was the best surgeon in town who had performed
the caesarean in one of the better hospitals in there
there was a bit of fireworks loads of sweets and gifts
about a few hundred had flocked in...
867 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 5:12pm
11th Dec 2012 5:12pm
laughing buddha
imagining if life were to be a movie
that could be watched later on
one of those things sans a
pause button where you
simply play rush stop it
i was yanked and then
fast forward five years
driven to a private school
in a blue ambassador by a
dour man six days a week
polished creasefree shiny
i was the prince richer
than everyone in class
or probably whole school
more spoilt pampered loved than
any kid would ever possibly want
just about had everything except ...
that could be watched later on
one of those things sans a
pause button where you
simply play rush stop it
i was yanked and then
fast forward five years
driven to a private school
in a blue ambassador by a
dour man six days a week
polished creasefree shiny
i was the prince richer
than everyone in class
or probably whole school
more spoilt pampered loved than
any kid would ever possibly want
just about had everything except ...
768 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 4:14pm
10th Dec 2012 4:14pm
f**k
yes about fuckin right
having a mall near the house
does seem like such a blessing
though truth be told i have fucking
disliked it for a larger part of my stay
for being a mall and second for attracting
multitudes of fancy fucking morons all day
fucking exceptions always creep up and happen
and so it happens that today i was actually joyous
on my way to the mall at twelve sharp for being there
but my hatred was back on my way back in less than
five fucking minutes as the damn counter was shut ...
having a mall near the house
does seem like such a blessing
though truth be told i have fucking
disliked it for a larger part of my stay
for being a mall and second for attracting
multitudes of fancy fucking morons all day
fucking exceptions always creep up and happen
and so it happens that today i was actually joyous
on my way to the mall at twelve sharp for being there
but my hatred was back on my way back in less than
five fucking minutes as the damn counter was shut ...
1085 reads
4 Comments
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