Submissions by akaran
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2016 8:15pm
25th Oct 2016 8:15pm
Left Brain
Left Brain
Strain me train me in the milky way
Sway me in the wind with my overcoat
Left Brain
No pain yes gain formula grind
Mind over mister make my day
Sense is day and hay is golden
Pinkie swear sense is near.
Dante told me I am art work so what shut up
Hold me dear
Airline Brasil software boom boom fuck up fuck up
Strain me train me in the milky way
Sway me in the wind with my overcoat
Left Brain
No pain yes gain formula grind
Mind over mister make my day
Sense is day and hay is golden
Pinkie swear sense is near.
Dante told me I am art work so what shut up
Hold me dear
Airline Brasil software boom boom fuck up fuck up
566 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2014 9:36am
7th Nov 2014 9:36am
Urge
Unfed alleys brick red paint
Tainted thoughts and fainting mind
Finding you in mildew dreams
Streams of mine in your lines
Streams of mine in your lines
And then
When you said you would go
Snowy winds had drawn their veil
Snaily voice reached no far
Eyes starry stayed with me
Waiting waiting for your breeze
Tainted thoughts and fainting mind
Finding you in mildew dreams
Streams of mine in your lines
Streams of mine in your lines
And then
When you said you would go
Snowy winds had drawn their veil
Snaily voice reached no far
Eyes starry stayed with me
Waiting waiting for your breeze
792 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2014 10:53pm
15th Oct 2014 10:53pm
Alms
i know your cat just died
or you hate your life and wish
To tear your veins just like that
Living in a jar of abusive step-fathers
unfortunate
I pray for the sorrow, yours and mine
I never quite left that boat in life
I share it with the dog that steals my food
You know, my boat has a teeny hole
It does not sink at once
But makes the salinity bite into my wounds
slowly
slowly
slowly
I have a clean bowl today
I hope somebody drops there
A ladder to your abused life.
or you hate your life and wish
To tear your veins just like that
Living in a jar of abusive step-fathers
unfortunate
I pray for the sorrow, yours and mine
I never quite left that boat in life
I share it with the dog that steals my food
You know, my boat has a teeny hole
It does not sink at once
But makes the salinity bite into my wounds
slowly
slowly
slowly
I have a clean bowl today
I hope somebody drops there
A ladder to your abused life.
770 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2014 10:41pm
15th Oct 2014 10:41pm
fumes
You make my breathing more and more labored
Adding a new smear of charcoal
Everytime I suck you into my cytoplasm
But that's not why I call you a poison
When you numb me down with your false warmth
Comfort me into burying myself
In the bosom of the next moment that passes by
And then,when the smoke is gone,its all cancer once again
That's when I hate you
That's when I miss you
P.S. Not into cigarettes for a long long time, and life's beautiful for me now.
Adding a new smear of charcoal
Everytime I suck you into my cytoplasm
But that's not why I call you a poison
When you numb me down with your false warmth
Comfort me into burying myself
In the bosom of the next moment that passes by
And then,when the smoke is gone,its all cancer once again
That's when I hate you
That's when I miss you
P.S. Not into cigarettes for a long long time, and life's beautiful for me now.
734 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 9:34pm
11th Nov 2012 9:34pm
Rinse
the pool grows
Discolors the black couch
slipping beyond spelling mistakes.
gets sucked in
nine air Molecules
jumpstart
and close
shut Down
jump
start
shut
shhH
lotus petals pork ribs
nWe ink in the fountain pen nib
aching hipscracking knees
shaking fingers and lotus
lotus
don't Read me
cruMPle me
on my way to your waste basket.
Discolors the black couch
slipping beyond spelling mistakes.
gets sucked in
nine air Molecules
jumpstart
and close
shut Down
jump
start
shut
shhH
lotus petals pork ribs
nWe ink in the fountain pen nib
aching hipscracking knees
shaking fingers and lotus
lotus
don't Read me
cruMPle me
on my way to your waste basket.
735 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2012 5:00am
25th Aug 2012 5:00am
Fireflies and cream
A land where mysticity and beer flow in unison
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a...
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a...
879 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2012 9:26pm
21st May 2012 9:26pm
Creases
I try to scrape the tick-tocks mumbling near
Locked eyes of undecipherable art
A disobedience begins to part
webbed-footed throbs,opacity of years ,
And weight of creases left on empty couches--
They sit on Saturday's mute office space,
change lazy channels on TV.I gaze
At the view beyond the fourth-floor glass
and land on the hood of a car,
miraculously Alive, in my mind, ...
Locked eyes of undecipherable art
A disobedience begins to part
webbed-footed throbs,opacity of years ,
And weight of creases left on empty couches--
They sit on Saturday's mute office space,
change lazy channels on TV.I gaze
At the view beyond the fourth-floor glass
and land on the hood of a car,
miraculously Alive, in my mind, ...
781 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 9:15pm
14th Feb 2012 9:15pm
Cupidity
I love to listen to you
How you hate your work
The puddle of mud your life's become
I love listening to you
That's why I keep praising you with my silence
I have bumped into pretty faces once in a while
That stripped the judgement down to
a sculpted frame, a hint of cuteness and a prospect of riches
Maybe,in this moment,their shoes will fit my sole.
You are not pretty enough for me
you're better off being the burden
moving my pen tonight.
How you hate your work
The puddle of mud your life's become
I love listening to you
That's why I keep praising you with my silence
I have bumped into pretty faces once in a while
That stripped the judgement down to
a sculpted frame, a hint of cuteness and a prospect of riches
Maybe,in this moment,their shoes will fit my sole.
You are not pretty enough for me
you're better off being the burden
moving my pen tonight.
763 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2012 7:30pm
3rd Jan 2012 7:30pm
A whiteboard and some marker pens.
I did not cry when they sent me to a boarding school
But other kids down there used to
I did not cry until one day.
When my hostel-warden chose to savor the experience of whipping me. My
Eleven-year old limbs went rolling with the rest of me on the corridor.
But in the next five long years, I learnt to deal with that type.
She was allowed to meet me
Every second and fourth Sunday of the month.
Two hours in the afternoon. Quite the...
But other kids down there used to
I did not cry until one day.
When my hostel-warden chose to savor the experience of whipping me. My
Eleven-year old limbs went rolling with the rest of me on the corridor.
But in the next five long years, I learnt to deal with that type.
She was allowed to meet me
Every second and fourth Sunday of the month.
Two hours in the afternoon. Quite the...
907 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2012 8:04am
2nd Jan 2012 8:04am
Paper Roses [edited]
This Yellow glow on a
night street throws guesses at
its neighbor, if he would
fold
a tight-lipped substance of
abuse, its chilled contours
an S in his compass needling accidental poles;
Should he clip sleep now to
the maria of his bedtime spheroids? Should he tear their sails? or maybe Welcome the
Parentheses perched on
his window sill that prod
those paper roses: “Pierce,
Into layers and their cousins and their continents of...
night street throws guesses at
its neighbor, if he would
fold
a tight-lipped substance of
abuse, its chilled contours
an S in his compass needling accidental poles;
Should he clip sleep now to
the maria of his bedtime spheroids? Should he tear their sails? or maybe Welcome the
Parentheses perched on
his window sill that prod
those paper roses: “Pierce,
Into layers and their cousins and their continents of...
756 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2011 8:20pm
2nd Dec 2011 8:20pm
Warmth
I have a sore on my toe
That I press on the wall sometimes.
Having it scream, And throb
to beats fast and slow
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
That I press on the wall sometimes.
Having it scream, And throb
to beats fast and slow
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
734 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2011 8:54pm
29th Nov 2011 8:54pm
Insomniac ramblings
a)
I found a raft today
to perch this dissatisfaction on.
It's time I spent some of my savings
on a blend of Thora Birch's America.
(Does it seem I care what you think?)
b)
I walked the deserted road at midnight
Hoping to get mugged; its funny
how boredom can get you drugged
making you the lamb of a wicked rhyme.
(No,I won't be a toy of your kink.)
c)
Sleep can't be saved in a draft unless ...
I found a raft today
to perch this dissatisfaction on.
It's time I spent some of my savings
on a blend of Thora Birch's America.
(Does it seem I care what you think?)
b)
I walked the deserted road at midnight
Hoping to get mugged; its funny
how boredom can get you drugged
making you the lamb of a wicked rhyme.
(No,I won't be a toy of your kink.)
c)
Sleep can't be saved in a draft unless ...
756 reads
2 Comments
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