Submissions by baeeharp
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2014 8:09am
7th Apr 2014 8:09am
Breatheyou
I want to know that you’re there,
But don’t stand too close (otherwise things may become real)-
I do not know myself enough to know this fiend I’ve become.
Just stand there. Yes.
I can smell you (But never breathe you)
I can feel you (But never touch you)
But don’t stand too close (otherwise things may become real)-
I do not know myself enough to know this fiend I’ve become.
Just stand there. Yes.
I can smell you (But never breathe you)
I can feel you (But never touch you)
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2014 8:02am
7th Apr 2014 8:02am
After the -call- [Circus]
Music is rioting-
Colours banding across our faces
Like the night the light in the tent the magic
Arising
I see here another world hidden floating inside this only one I,
I am possibly in.
Partially.
Please.
Tell me you wouldn't do it.
Do lions smile like that?
The monkeys dance,
Or spiders scream?
I see here the life I should have lived-
So if life had a choice for me I’d be selfish
And take instead of give.
Yes.
I’d rather be a mystery.
Colours banding across our faces
Like the night the light in the tent the magic
Arising
I see here another world hidden floating inside this only one I,
I am possibly in.
Partially.
Please.
Tell me you wouldn't do it.
Do lions smile like that?
The monkeys dance,
Or spiders scream?
I see here the life I should have lived-
So if life had a choice for me I’d be selfish
And take instead of give.
Yes.
I’d rather be a mystery.
415 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 11:32am
6th Apr 2014 11:32am
starless
i said to the ground once
‘i need light’
so the ground stole from the sun
and trapped some under its surface
just for me
‘i need light’
so the ground stole from the sun
and trapped some under its surface
just for me
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 2:56am
6th Apr 2014 2:56am
(untitled)
A ghostly bus rolls down the street, illuminated-
never stopping- only to pass by me for half a second-
I see my hunched reflection
for half a second- then it’s gone.
Yet I feel forever trapped
In the inescapable image
Etched on the edge of perception
my soul riding towards some known
but forgotten location-
weary, for eternity.
never stopping- only to pass by me for half a second-
I see my hunched reflection
for half a second- then it’s gone.
Yet I feel forever trapped
In the inescapable image
Etched on the edge of perception
my soul riding towards some known
but forgotten location-
weary, for eternity.
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2014 2:14am
6th Apr 2014 2:14am
Sable
i am
secretive
here in my dark haze
my fingers are dry
i have paper hands-
cold,
rough,
smeared with ink.
i leave black residue wherever i go,
the sketchings of my future
marks of my destruction.
secretive
here in my dark haze
my fingers are dry
i have paper hands-
cold,
rough,
smeared with ink.
i leave black residue wherever i go,
the sketchings of my future
marks of my destruction.
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 1:42pm
5th Apr 2014 1:42pm
Sleep-(silence)
Sometimes I can (almost) forget about you.
(if only) For a second.
In awakeness,
(sometimes) I see your demons-
I have (always) seen them.
(i thought) You knew that.
Yet (now) you are (constantly) silent,
Your own words have made you blind.
Shall I describe your (sneaky, manipulative) demons?
Would you want to know (what you are hiding from)?
It’s a shame,
You (cannot) escape.
(you must know that) You have made me tiptoe this double edged sword,
Balancing (for longer than you think)-
You made me the supporting act...
(if only) For a second.
In awakeness,
(sometimes) I see your demons-
I have (always) seen them.
(i thought) You knew that.
Yet (now) you are (constantly) silent,
Your own words have made you blind.
Shall I describe your (sneaky, manipulative) demons?
Would you want to know (what you are hiding from)?
It’s a shame,
You (cannot) escape.
(you must know that) You have made me tiptoe this double edged sword,
Balancing (for longer than you think)-
You made me the supporting act...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 1:35pm
5th Apr 2014 1:35pm
Arose
There is a bug crawling on the rose
I have sitting here on my desk,
White mottled pink petals curling
Slowly opening, arching, aching to reach the sun.
I ask the bug not why it is there
Nor how it got there, for I know
The answers. Yet I am curious.
Looking up and around me
I realise I am bathed in muted multicolour,
Busy, animated pictures dulled in the
Afternoon light. Blue post-it notes
Scream do-this and do-that,
When all I really want to do is just sit
And watch a tiny bug eat my rose.
I have sitting here on my desk,
White mottled pink petals curling
Slowly opening, arching, aching to reach the sun.
I ask the bug not why it is there
Nor how it got there, for I know
The answers. Yet I am curious.
Looking up and around me
I realise I am bathed in muted multicolour,
Busy, animated pictures dulled in the
Afternoon light. Blue post-it notes
Scream do-this and do-that,
When all I really want to do is just sit
And watch a tiny bug eat my rose.
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1 Comment
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