Submissions by anvinvil (Anvillan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Observer of life, the mind and dreams... what’s real?
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2020 3:52pm
6th Aug 2020 3:52pm
Hope Dies Last...
I close my eyes, I hide my face
but it won’t stop the ring of the
hammers of hell, with my brain
as the anvil. A specter hammers
and warps my mind into the shape
of evil and perversion.
Everywhere I turn I face myself
distorted, unrecognizable
spewing hate and vomit simultaneously.
Those who know me recoil.
They keep their distance for
fear of being tainted by my vile offering.
Their eyes ask why, how, when
did this happen to you?
The answer is it never happened .
It was an...
but it won’t stop the ring of the
hammers of hell, with my brain
as the anvil. A specter hammers
and warps my mind into the shape
of evil and perversion.
Everywhere I turn I face myself
distorted, unrecognizable
spewing hate and vomit simultaneously.
Those who know me recoil.
They keep their distance for
fear of being tainted by my vile offering.
Their eyes ask why, how, when
did this happen to you?
The answer is it never happened .
It was an...
#LifeStruggles
458 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2020 8:12am
6th Aug 2020 8:12am
A Soul Co-opted...
My mind is ravaged and fried.
My heart is broken and bleeding.
My soul has been stolen
Where in the cosmos
can one hide from the
constant assault of societies god?
His clock ticks, then stops,
He lights the sun to match
the desire of the moment
Where is certainty? Where is
consistency. They’re kept in his bag,
disbursed like candy to a child.
I reach out for hope, a certain truth,
He opens a bottle, pours some
lies to be consumed with moldy cheese.
I try to leave but his stare...
My heart is broken and bleeding.
My soul has been stolen
Where in the cosmos
can one hide from the
constant assault of societies god?
His clock ticks, then stops,
He lights the sun to match
the desire of the moment
Where is certainty? Where is
consistency. They’re kept in his bag,
disbursed like candy to a child.
I reach out for hope, a certain truth,
He opens a bottle, pours some
lies to be consumed with moldy cheese.
I try to leave but his stare...
#LifeStruggles
410 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 7:36am
5th Aug 2020 7:36am
The Desert...
This worlds a desert,
without shade
no pity
no mercy.
I blindly walk,
my eyes in pain
they blink
with sandy grit.
Throat is parched,
skin burned
body weary
yet stumble on.
You called to me
yet left me stranded,
alone, isolated, an
alternative in your
collection of men.
You are a mirage,
an oasis, I am your pawn.
Always approaching
never arriving.
you beckon then
turn away.
Your sunshine
blinds me,
gives me hope
love’s a shade ...
without shade
no pity
no mercy.
I blindly walk,
my eyes in pain
they blink
with sandy grit.
Throat is parched,
skin burned
body weary
yet stumble on.
You called to me
yet left me stranded,
alone, isolated, an
alternative in your
collection of men.
You are a mirage,
an oasis, I am your pawn.
Always approaching
never arriving.
you beckon then
turn away.
Your sunshine
blinds me,
gives me hope
love’s a shade ...
#heartbroken
372 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2020 1:03pm
4th Aug 2020 1:03pm
The Detour...
I stumble, I fall, I grope my way
through the pits and snares of life.
The path was clear when time was kind
and rewarded me so well.
That all changed, the straight road began
to curve and wind then a sudden turn,
a detour, then a dead end.
I’m left with only looking back, I see nothing
ahead. How did I get to the end?
Should I have stopped to access?
I no longer remember. I stand alone
peering into the darkness listening
to the beat of my heart and a voice
in my head that’s screaming for help.
But there is no help...
through the pits and snares of life.
The path was clear when time was kind
and rewarded me so well.
That all changed, the straight road began
to curve and wind then a sudden turn,
a detour, then a dead end.
I’m left with only looking back, I see nothing
ahead. How did I get to the end?
Should I have stopped to access?
I no longer remember. I stand alone
peering into the darkness listening
to the beat of my heart and a voice
in my head that’s screaming for help.
But there is no help...
#LifeChangingMoment
286 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2020 11:04am
4th Aug 2020 11:04am
A Sunset of the City... Gwendolyn Brooks
Time has done its job, my aura and attraction
have faded with the setting of the sun.
Abandoned by that which made life real,
I sit alone in the stillness where once beautiful
chaos reigned.
I feel the isolation, the threats of uncertainty and
the unknown.
They rip and tear at my heart, memories bleed
into a vessel, never to be reclaimed, yet held.
I wander now, like a ghost from the past
with all the memories but none of the trappings.
The battle field is still and barren, where once...
have faded with the setting of the sun.
Abandoned by that which made life real,
I sit alone in the stillness where once beautiful
chaos reigned.
I feel the isolation, the threats of uncertainty and
the unknown.
They rip and tear at my heart, memories bleed
into a vessel, never to be reclaimed, yet held.
I wander now, like a ghost from the past
with all the memories but none of the trappings.
The battle field is still and barren, where once...
#GwendolynBrooks
389 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2020 2:18am
4th Aug 2020 2:18am
The Bean Eaters...Gwendolyn Brooks
Caught in the sameness, a maize in the fog
they move slowly through, feeling their way
only to meet themselves around each corner.
The journey is cruel, snags in the path, faith in each other
their only support in the patchwork of life.
But time is relentless....Fears and tears, joy and sorrow,
It shows us the past but laughs at the future.
Suddenly the fog clears, who are these old people partaking alone in
the sadness, surrounded...
they move slowly through, feeling their way
only to meet themselves around each corner.
The journey is cruel, snags in the path, faith in each other
their only support in the patchwork of life.
But time is relentless....Fears and tears, joy and sorrow,
It shows us the past but laughs at the future.
Suddenly the fog clears, who are these old people partaking alone in
the sadness, surrounded...
#GwendolynBrooks
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2020 12:49pm
3rd Aug 2020 12:49pm
On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous.... Ocean Vuong intpretation
My spirit wonders, yearns
a quest without a destination,
a trip without a map,
clouds block the stars,
the moon hides.
I survive on my loneliness
my pity is fed by my needs,
the need to feel, the need to know.
I’ll drag myself to the forge,
I will hammer out a creation,
perhaps, ever becoming, with
each blow of the hammer.
The anvil will sing the story
of my efforts and the stars
will hear and the clouds
will part.
From the fire of the forge,
from the agony of my soul comes
my...
a quest without a destination,
a trip without a map,
clouds block the stars,
the moon hides.
I survive on my loneliness
my pity is fed by my needs,
the need to feel, the need to know.
I’ll drag myself to the forge,
I will hammer out a creation,
perhaps, ever becoming, with
each blow of the hammer.
The anvil will sing the story
of my efforts and the stars
will hear and the clouds
will part.
From the fire of the forge,
from the agony of my soul comes
my...
#LifeStruggles
#OceanVuong
414 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 12:36pm
2nd Aug 2020 12:36pm
Leonard Cohen... Songs of the Road
#1
Lover, Lover,Lover
I’m trapped in this body that drips with shame.
My pleas for help go unanswered.
I search my heart and hear the sounds
of “you can do it and go for it”. I resolve
to do and go, but I don’t know what or where.
#2
Bird on the Wire
I wander the alleys and doorways
looking for a place of comfort.
I’ve tried the real world, been rejected
so often that I no longer belong. So I sit
and observe, pno longer an eager participant.
#3
Chelsea Hotel
There was sex and...
Lover, Lover,Lover
I’m trapped in this body that drips with shame.
My pleas for help go unanswered.
I search my heart and hear the sounds
of “you can do it and go for it”. I resolve
to do and go, but I don’t know what or where.
#2
Bird on the Wire
I wander the alleys and doorways
looking for a place of comfort.
I’ve tried the real world, been rejected
so often that I no longer belong. So I sit
and observe, pno longer an eager participant.
#3
Chelsea Hotel
There was sex and...
#LifeStruggles
326 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 00:22am
2nd Aug 2020 00:22am
Ocean Vuong - Kissing in Vietnamese...
I wake up to the sound of the devil
laughing and hurling death to the
corners of my room. I scream for my family.
I’m forced to observe normalcy
through a fractured pane that used
to be a window. My grandmother
reaches out from the world of torment,
her arms bleeding, her heart broken.
I long for the comfort of old when her
embrace eased my pain which she
absorbed to herself. A bubble formed
protecting me from the violence and
horrors of dying cries and limbs in trees,
from the smell of napalm and burning...
laughing and hurling death to the
corners of my room. I scream for my family.
I’m forced to observe normalcy
through a fractured pane that used
to be a window. My grandmother
reaches out from the world of torment,
her arms bleeding, her heart broken.
I long for the comfort of old when her
embrace eased my pain which she
absorbed to herself. A bubble formed
protecting me from the violence and
horrors of dying cries and limbs in trees,
from the smell of napalm and burning...
#LifeStruggles
#OceanVuong
458 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2020 2:08pm
1st Aug 2020 2:08pm
Freaks Come Out at Night...
I hide in sleep then escape to other worlds
when no one is looking. In the ether I find
the strange, the weird and the bizarre.
What I learn from reactions is that I am the
one who is weird and bizarre. Other entities
have no bodies, they are spirits whose only
actions are thoughts. They travel in the astral
with the speed of light. The have no concept
of where just anywhere. Time doesn’t exist
in the OtherWorld, there’s just the infinity
of existence, the constant “is”.
I can’t escape the concept...
when no one is looking. In the ether I find
the strange, the weird and the bizarre.
What I learn from reactions is that I am the
one who is weird and bizarre. Other entities
have no bodies, they are spirits whose only
actions are thoughts. They travel in the astral
with the speed of light. The have no concept
of where just anywhere. Time doesn’t exist
in the OtherWorld, there’s just the infinity
of existence, the constant “is”.
I can’t escape the concept...
#universe
398 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2020 11:00am
31st Jul 2020 11:00am
Programmed love...
My life is measured, time moves toward me
not away. I need to feel, i need to want,
my desires are programmed but are real to me.
To be different is hard, to be totally alone is human,
yet a mechanical clone of the real thing.
Feelings without recourse is cruel. Needs without
options is an existence suspended in the crowd of
opportunity that mills around you without contact.
Suddenly, my space is invaded by the ultimate
difference. A being, no, a specter, no, another created
presence without purpose yet attractive. No means to ...
not away. I need to feel, i need to want,
my desires are programmed but are real to me.
To be different is hard, to be totally alone is human,
yet a mechanical clone of the real thing.
Feelings without recourse is cruel. Needs without
options is an existence suspended in the crowd of
opportunity that mills around you without contact.
Suddenly, my space is invaded by the ultimate
difference. A being, no, a specter, no, another created
presence without purpose yet attractive. No means to ...
#relationships
349 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2020 6:11pm
30th Jul 2020 6:11pm
Marylin Monroe....
I’m just a girl from LA.
I was swapped like a small puppy between owners, some that
treated me like a pet, some like just another possession..
No one thinks of beauty as a curse but it has haunted me all my life.
Beauty seems to be associated with the erotic and men and women
alike feel entitled to use you for their own satisfaction. That was a lesson I learned early. I also learned the advantages of agreeing.
I got married at 16 only to escape, I was used and abused. We divorced fortunately.
While working at the factory somebody took my picture and said...
I was swapped like a small puppy between owners, some that
treated me like a pet, some like just another possession..
No one thinks of beauty as a curse but it has haunted me all my life.
Beauty seems to be associated with the erotic and men and women
alike feel entitled to use you for their own satisfaction. That was a lesson I learned early. I also learned the advantages of agreeing.
I got married at 16 only to escape, I was used and abused. We divorced fortunately.
While working at the factory somebody took my picture and said...
#LifeStruggles
310 reads
2 Comments
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