Submissions by accoustichookah
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
the words are ephemeral....it's the emotions that demand to be known
NAME
she keeps my name
hidden upon
her lips
as they are pressed
so firmly 'gainst mine
while her hips tremble
and grind
such
delectable
poise
and wretched
desire
hidden upon
her lips
as they are pressed
so firmly 'gainst mine
while her hips tremble
and grind
such
delectable
poise
and wretched
desire
#frustration
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sleepless elite
ancient have i been
ancient shall i be
the whisper between wake
and dream
the shadow between night
and day
a moment's pause between
wrong and right
i bala nce the scale against
dark and light
i am reason against fury
i am vengeance over fear
addiction's silent scream
the echo of a heartbeat
i am the truth amongst the lies
the key that sets you free
the hope inside your demise
ashes from smoke-damaged
memories
pictures that will never see the past true, or mellow the homesick soul....
ancient shall i be
the whisper between wake
and dream
the shadow between night
and day
a moment's pause between
wrong and right
i bala nce the scale against
dark and light
i am reason against fury
i am vengeance over fear
addiction's silent scream
the echo of a heartbeat
i am the truth amongst the lies
the key that sets you free
the hope inside your demise
ashes from smoke-damaged
memories
pictures that will never see the past true, or mellow the homesick soul....
#honesty
#sleep
#confessional
#misunderstood
#SelfReflection
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SEDUCTIVE LOATHING
and the tragedy is, im feeling more alone than i ever have before-
it really was, i think, childish...but still i pretended that such hadn't mattered-that words were hollow thoughts......
I NEVER REALLY LOVED YOU
do not
speak to
me of
sticks
&
stones....
it really was, i think, childish...but still i pretended that such hadn't mattered-that words were hollow thoughts......
I NEVER REALLY LOVED YOU
do not
speak to
me of
sticks
&
stones....
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UNLIFE
let's see if your sanity can be cured....the stars are dimmed and subdued that you may see beyond the curtain of time...
uncertaintly sure/cynically sinister
uncommonly real
unbelievable truths
in the deep unknowable darkness
of the silent night sky
the winds of change are not
always kind in their howling, jagged wanderings...
~SO~
here's to absent friends,
lost loves,
old and forgotten gods,
and
the
season
of
...
uncertaintly sure/cynically sinister
uncommonly real
unbelievable truths
in the deep unknowable darkness
of the silent night sky
the winds of change are not
always kind in their howling, jagged wanderings...
~SO~
here's to absent friends,
lost loves,
old and forgotten gods,
and
the
season
of
...
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THE SLEEPLESS ELITE
ancient have i been
ancient shall i be
the whisper between wake
and dream
the shadow between night
and day
a moment's pause between
wrong and right
i bala nce the scale against
dark and light
i am reason against fury
i am vengeance over fear
addiction's silent scream
the echo of a heartbeat
i am the truth amongst the lies
the key that sets you free
the hope inside your demise
ashes from smoke-damaged
memories
pictures that will never see the past true, or mellow the homesick soul....
ancient shall i be
the whisper between wake
and dream
the shadow between night
and day
a moment's pause between
wrong and right
i bala nce the scale against
dark and light
i am reason against fury
i am vengeance over fear
addiction's silent scream
the echo of a heartbeat
i am the truth amongst the lies
the key that sets you free
the hope inside your demise
ashes from smoke-damaged
memories
pictures that will never see the past true, or mellow the homesick soul....
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DO YOU?
do you sleep?
and when you sleep,
do you dream?
and when you dream,
do you dream of me?
because when i sleep
i dream of you
now here you are
my dream come true
do you cry?
and when you cry,
do you cry for me?
because when i cry
i cry for you
and when you're gone
my world's gone too
and when you sleep,
do you dream?
and when you dream,
do you dream of me?
because when i sleep
i dream of you
now here you are
my dream come true
do you cry?
and when you cry,
do you cry for me?
because when i cry
i cry for you
and when you're gone
my world's gone too
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untitled
come one
come all
come now
come to the misery ball
where nothing of life
or love
is ever solved
come all
come now
come to the misery ball
where nothing of life
or love
is ever solved
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perfectly
Perfectly
everywhere i have always ventured, softly beyond
yet still experience in you, your beauty where lay silence
as you move most frail in velvet such things which warm me,
as wings i cannot breathe for the sun cries too near;
your gentle look easily does unbound me
even where i have closed my eyes as dream,
in you flowers open always silk by silk kissing spring:
( mysteriously, all moons wave in you ) oceans crawl;
oh how your tongue has the taste of wines, and
my life drinks the spirits you pour, beautifully
for as...
everywhere i have always ventured, softly beyond
yet still experience in you, your beauty where lay silence
as you move most frail in velvet such things which warm me,
as wings i cannot breathe for the sun cries too near;
your gentle look easily does unbound me
even where i have closed my eyes as dream,
in you flowers open always silk by silk kissing spring:
( mysteriously, all moons wave in you ) oceans crawl;
oh how your tongue has the taste of wines, and
my life drinks the spirits you pour, beautifully
for as...
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The Ties That Bind
what is become of us
too much passion
too much lust
the ties that bind
have frayed and torn
no promises were given
no love was sworn
too much passion
too much lust
the ties that bind
have frayed and torn
no promises were given
no love was sworn
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Lessons In Life-Symphony #12 (in B minor)
comfortably numb, riding that train
going the rocky mountain way
got us so stoned we missed it
as we were welcomed to the hotel california
with warm colitas, an aching in our hearts
and flowers in our hair
we talked about our helter skelter
generation and saw the watchtower
through the purple haze
bobby mcgee took a little piece of
abbey road with maxwell's silver hammer
he left on a jet plane to run through
the jungle with some fortunate sons
the lizard king showed us how LA women
knocked on heaven's door to become rainy day
women...
going the rocky mountain way
got us so stoned we missed it
as we were welcomed to the hotel california
with warm colitas, an aching in our hearts
and flowers in our hair
we talked about our helter skelter
generation and saw the watchtower
through the purple haze
bobby mcgee took a little piece of
abbey road with maxwell's silver hammer
he left on a jet plane to run through
the jungle with some fortunate sons
the lizard king showed us how LA women
knocked on heaven's door to become rainy day
women...
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KISS ME ONCE MORE
Kiss me once more, steal me a shadow,
Turn out the lights and come take me away.
Dream me a heaven, give me the world,
Run through the night and touch yesterday.
Sing me a stormchild, love me an ocean,
Wish for a saviour and come take me away,
Dance me your passion, tell me your troubles,
Be bad behaviour and touch yesterday.
Terror begone, I love without living,
Take without giving, who'll win the war?
No time to mourn, I fly before dying,
Laughing and crying, so kiss me once more.
You are my sun, I see all too clearly, ...
Turn out the lights and come take me away.
Dream me a heaven, give me the world,
Run through the night and touch yesterday.
Sing me a stormchild, love me an ocean,
Wish for a saviour and come take me away,
Dance me your passion, tell me your troubles,
Be bad behaviour and touch yesterday.
Terror begone, I love without living,
Take without giving, who'll win the war?
No time to mourn, I fly before dying,
Laughing and crying, so kiss me once more.
You are my sun, I see all too clearly, ...
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SAGE28 (ode to the not-so-famous)
prelude(moonlight and wishes)
as i sift through the ashes of my time-worn diary
with it's tattered, yellowed pages and shit for a
memory-and as the candles begin to burn the floor-
i begin to reflect on my forgotten graces.
of moonlight and wishes, this is my ode to
the not-so-famous...
i've no great works to secure my place in the anals
of history. no Edison here to light the way for a
brighter tomarrow. no DaVinci to sculpt figures of
beauty or design thought provoking marvels of science
fiction to become fact. no Socrates to...
as i sift through the ashes of my time-worn diary
with it's tattered, yellowed pages and shit for a
memory-and as the candles begin to burn the floor-
i begin to reflect on my forgotten graces.
of moonlight and wishes, this is my ode to
the not-so-famous...
i've no great works to secure my place in the anals
of history. no Edison here to light the way for a
brighter tomarrow. no DaVinci to sculpt figures of
beauty or design thought provoking marvels of science
fiction to become fact. no Socrates to...
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