Submissions by ali_mon (Aliciam)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 2:17pm
4th Aug 2012 2:17pm
St. Mary's Maternity Ward
Flowers are not always sent
To the one who has been expecting
It could just be a young girl alone
Staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the next contraction
In a Catholic hospital with statues of the Virgin Mary throughout the room
Hands folded in prayer with her smug little smile
For two days the girl just smiled right back
and considered naming the baby Jesus
To the one who has been expecting
It could just be a young girl alone
Staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the next contraction
In a Catholic hospital with statues of the Virgin Mary throughout the room
Hands folded in prayer with her smug little smile
For two days the girl just smiled right back
and considered naming the baby Jesus
766 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 1:43pm
28th Jul 2012 1:43pm
Opposite Ends
I woke early with anxiety
I kept thinking of an imaginary line
One that traced a path from a dilapidated little bungalow
To that beautiful apartment building that overlooks the park
The one with the verandas and parquet floors
Crammed with busy people that lead quiet lives
My imaginary line went right on thru to your door
I doubt you think much of these things
While I waste my time thinking
Of imaginary red lines and maps
The lines that lead from my lack of acceptance
All the way to your avoidance and anger ...
I kept thinking of an imaginary line
One that traced a path from a dilapidated little bungalow
To that beautiful apartment building that overlooks the park
The one with the verandas and parquet floors
Crammed with busy people that lead quiet lives
My imaginary line went right on thru to your door
I doubt you think much of these things
While I waste my time thinking
Of imaginary red lines and maps
The lines that lead from my lack of acceptance
All the way to your avoidance and anger ...
803 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2011 3:24pm
10th Jun 2011 3:24pm
A Wasted Life
I watch from my window
I know what they're doing
Some things you'll just never forget
Some things you just know
I spent an eternity
Standing on corners
With the other satisfied customers
Faces grey and anxious
Urgent pay phone conversations
Sancho's corner
Waiting and waitng and waiting
Running and running and running
Up the stairs of my five flight walk-up
My jail cell
To stuff my whole life into a syringe a stem
For one small fleeting moment of pleasure
A lifetime ago
Right behind my back
Flashbacks
That make me...
I know what they're doing
Some things you'll just never forget
Some things you just know
I spent an eternity
Standing on corners
With the other satisfied customers
Faces grey and anxious
Urgent pay phone conversations
Sancho's corner
Waiting and waitng and waiting
Running and running and running
Up the stairs of my five flight walk-up
My jail cell
To stuff my whole life into a syringe a stem
For one small fleeting moment of pleasure
A lifetime ago
Right behind my back
Flashbacks
That make me...
1259 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2011 1:58am
25th May 2011 1:58am
Sunday Laundry
It's Sunday
The Mexicans are all doing their laundry
Little girls with shiny bows, sweatpants and sequined tops
Happy smiling faces
Lead the brigade
Mothers follow
Shopping carts on the brink of exploding, wheels about to blow
Tuxedo shirts, soccer uniforms with the words BIMBO PAN monogramed on the front, mismatched socks, and pajamas with feet
Colors, a mess,
Cheap laundry detergent stuck on top
I rush down to the laundry
They always take the best machines
I find my place
Throw my little load in
One person does not have that much...
The Mexicans are all doing their laundry
Little girls with shiny bows, sweatpants and sequined tops
Happy smiling faces
Lead the brigade
Mothers follow
Shopping carts on the brink of exploding, wheels about to blow
Tuxedo shirts, soccer uniforms with the words BIMBO PAN monogramed on the front, mismatched socks, and pajamas with feet
Colors, a mess,
Cheap laundry detergent stuck on top
I rush down to the laundry
They always take the best machines
I find my place
Throw my little load in
One person does not have that much...
1256 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2011 4:35pm
24th May 2011 4:35pm
Hipster Bar (East Village)
I went to the bar on Tuesday nite
My skirt was too short
My top was too tight
My lipstick was red
and more was on my teeth
Smoking a cigarette
Staring at my feet
Listening to the hipsters
Talk about nothing
They always do
I see yourwhite lightas you cross the street
The music sucks and is way too loud
I order Jack and Coke
And watch you smile, white teeth and golden hair
I feel him looking
So I look to the left
He makes his way over
I keep fixing my top
He has on those boots
You know...
My skirt was too short
My top was too tight
My lipstick was red
and more was on my teeth
Smoking a cigarette
Staring at my feet
Listening to the hipsters
Talk about nothing
They always do
I see yourwhite lightas you cross the street
The music sucks and is way too loud
I order Jack and Coke
And watch you smile, white teeth and golden hair
I feel him looking
So I look to the left
He makes his way over
I keep fixing my top
He has on those boots
You know...
1342 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2011 2:48am
24th May 2011 2:48am
Losing It Once Again
The world was supposed to end at six o'clock today
It reminds me of that Peggy Lee song
Is that all there is
I can't make it out of bed
I don't want to leave this room
Want to listen to Tom Waits
and drink
Yes,I'm a terrible drunk
See, I was supposed to go to work today
but changed my mind
It happens often
I'm getting tired of myself
My phone keeps ringing
I can't talk now busy at work
But I think they know I'm really home
I think they know that I'm slowly losing it all again
I...
It reminds me of that Peggy Lee song
Is that all there is
I can't make it out of bed
I don't want to leave this room
Want to listen to Tom Waits
and drink
Yes,I'm a terrible drunk
See, I was supposed to go to work today
but changed my mind
It happens often
I'm getting tired of myself
My phone keeps ringing
I can't talk now busy at work
But I think they know I'm really home
I think they know that I'm slowly losing it all again
I...
914 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 5:00pm
30th Mar 2011 5:00pm
It Happened So Fast (8 Years)
6 train, Lexington Ave. line
2.25 what a ride
It breaths down my back
An incessant reminder a pathological assault
This commemorative attack
116th, a scary place
If you look much deeper
Past the mariachi bands and soul food stands
Manaical street sweepers passionless diary keepers
Glassine envelopes and hypodermic murals
That read "De la Vega Lives"
Fortune telling junkies and the pawn shop prophets
Are all the cops targets
He says "to wait right here"
Withmy swollen belly and numerous felonies
I waited eight years ...
2.25 what a ride
It breaths down my back
An incessant reminder a pathological assault
This commemorative attack
116th, a scary place
If you look much deeper
Past the mariachi bands and soul food stands
Manaical street sweepers passionless diary keepers
Glassine envelopes and hypodermic murals
That read "De la Vega Lives"
Fortune telling junkies and the pawn shop prophets
Are all the cops targets
He says "to wait right here"
Withmy swollen belly and numerous felonies
I waited eight years ...
960 reads
5 Comments
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