Submissions by allanmartin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I avoid reflections, They remind me I'm alone. I stay in when it rains, Shatter the mirrors, Let vultures pick at these bones.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 00:47am
9th Aug 2013 00:47am
Molding Valleys.
Well all carry these surmounting weights around in out hearts that never bring anything productive into movement.
We all have the occasional bursts of oxygen in our lungs that exerts itself
A little faster than the breaths that you take on the nights
That the stars shine like our eyes on that night you first said those words to me.
My back may slouch a little.
My words arent always sharp and meaningful,
But there's a valley in the mountain ranges of my lungs.
The blood red rivers that lead to the heart keep this place together,
Now, I'm trying hard to keep...
We all have the occasional bursts of oxygen in our lungs that exerts itself
A little faster than the breaths that you take on the nights
That the stars shine like our eyes on that night you first said those words to me.
My back may slouch a little.
My words arent always sharp and meaningful,
But there's a valley in the mountain ranges of my lungs.
The blood red rivers that lead to the heart keep this place together,
Now, I'm trying hard to keep...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 00:37am
9th Aug 2013 00:37am
She
She.
She stands there, unlit cigarette in hand.
She's always preaching the gospel, but it doesnt mean anything in her own brain.
She always pours less than her heart into someone, but it's bright red and flows quickly.
She doesnt remember much, besides the places in that city that makes our knees shake on those weekend nights.
She stands there, unlit cigarette in hand.
She's always preaching the gospel, but it doesnt mean anything in her own brain.
She always pours less than her heart into someone, but it's bright red and flows quickly.
She doesnt remember much, besides the places in that city that makes our knees shake on those weekend nights.
752 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 00:57am
14th Jul 2013 00:57am
You said goodbye.
So, I jumped.
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 1:15pm
1st Jul 2013 1:15pm
Accident
I don't know why our colors have bled the way they have.
I'm not sure as to why our breath grew out of synch.
For all of this day, and days upon calenders,
I've been trying to bask in a light that doesn't shine for me.
Maybe you're aware of what I'm trying to convey,
Or maybe you'll tell yourself you aren't.
You want me to talk, or you're leaving again.
I'd spill my guts, but they'd just clog up the drain.
You say, "I've been there, we all have,"
Or something reassuring, but I'm not sure I heard you quite clearly.
It's never so bad...
I'm not sure as to why our breath grew out of synch.
For all of this day, and days upon calenders,
I've been trying to bask in a light that doesn't shine for me.
Maybe you're aware of what I'm trying to convey,
Or maybe you'll tell yourself you aren't.
You want me to talk, or you're leaving again.
I'd spill my guts, but they'd just clog up the drain.
You say, "I've been there, we all have,"
Or something reassuring, but I'm not sure I heard you quite clearly.
It's never so bad...
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 00:36am
30th Jun 2013 00:36am
Mirrors.
I'm a stone,
Sinking deeper into the pools of your eyes.
I'm a tone,
Growing louder the harder I cry.
I keep my mirror clean and friendly,
It's all I can portray.
I wonder, if they looked past my reflection,
What would they say?
Would they see their own reflections
If they broke mine down?
Would they see what they feel
When they wander outside of this town?
Or would they laugh and repent
From the image they see?
An image that I'm sorry to say
Is me.
Sinking deeper into the pools of your eyes.
I'm a tone,
Growing louder the harder I cry.
I keep my mirror clean and friendly,
It's all I can portray.
I wonder, if they looked past my reflection,
What would they say?
Would they see their own reflections
If they broke mine down?
Would they see what they feel
When they wander outside of this town?
Or would they laugh and repent
From the image they see?
An image that I'm sorry to say
Is me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 00:25am
30th Jun 2013 00:25am
Emily
Well, there's a hell behind the moon
When I'm without you on these nights,
But there's a heaven in your eyes
That makes everything feel right.
And I could burn for a moment, just to
Look into those eyes.
I'd let it spread a little further to clench
Tightly to your thighs.
And I'd let these wandering words wrap so
Tight around your head,
Hoping they'd comfort you at night,
While you sleep in your bed.
And there's a hell behind the moon,
But, your lips,
They dowse
The fire.
When I'm without you on these nights,
But there's a heaven in your eyes
That makes everything feel right.
And I could burn for a moment, just to
Look into those eyes.
I'd let it spread a little further to clench
Tightly to your thighs.
And I'd let these wandering words wrap so
Tight around your head,
Hoping they'd comfort you at night,
While you sleep in your bed.
And there's a hell behind the moon,
But, your lips,
They dowse
The fire.
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