Submissions by blaberidae
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2024 7:25am
5th Apr 2024 7:25am
Scrabbling for Synonyms for Skin
The dictionaries were rigidified
By certain secretions, spurted in the midst
Of our desperation to fuse two disparate dialects.
There, our separate speeches
Passed over the other, again and again,
And collected in a chasm carved by distinction.
Fruitlessly, we chafed against our dissimilitude.
By certain secretions, spurted in the midst
Of our desperation to fuse two disparate dialects.
There, our separate speeches
Passed over the other, again and again,
And collected in a chasm carved by distinction.
Fruitlessly, we chafed against our dissimilitude.
#relationships
#conflict
#sex
#dialogue
#misunderstood
226 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2024 7:05am
5th Apr 2024 7:05am
On a Weekday in Winter, Waiting
I am that glimmer on a frigid window
Through which, as the evening creeps, a bloodless sun can be seen
Slumping, as per routine, against an assemblage of begrimed bricks, concrete,
And trees that, despite their barrenness, continue to coyly undress.
Oppositely, too, there is a stale clump of sheets,
Stuck together in certain spots,
Swallowing a pair of sallow arms that pointlessly pillow a wonted vacancy,
Coiling around the legs that spread across the threadbare mattress,
And dangle low, laden with a nebulous and
Perpetually unfulfilled wanting. ...
Through which, as the evening creeps, a bloodless sun can be seen
Slumping, as per routine, against an assemblage of begrimed bricks, concrete,
And trees that, despite their barrenness, continue to coyly undress.
Oppositely, too, there is a stale clump of sheets,
Stuck together in certain spots,
Swallowing a pair of sallow arms that pointlessly pillow a wonted vacancy,
Coiling around the legs that spread across the threadbare mattress,
And dangle low, laden with a nebulous and
Perpetually unfulfilled wanting. ...
#lust
#loneliness
#winter
#shame
#boredom
137 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2024 8:50am
4th Apr 2024 8:50am
24.02.2024
I have simply sunken into a sinuous street,
Somewhere, swathed in an endless sleet,
Specked with soot, and
Lying stiffly, I gather scraps,
Remain still beneath the jittering lamps, and
Soundless amidst the fatalistic pounding
Of worn soles against the concrete
Across which sparrows scatter, and
Pick the flakes off of a pale mass.
Inside, you stir below an interminable sheet,
Perturbed by its immensity,
The snow, the settling,
The bag incessantly banging.
Smog hangs as heavily as my certainty,
Clinging to...
Somewhere, swathed in an endless sleet,
Specked with soot, and
Lying stiffly, I gather scraps,
Remain still beneath the jittering lamps, and
Soundless amidst the fatalistic pounding
Of worn soles against the concrete
Across which sparrows scatter, and
Pick the flakes off of a pale mass.
Inside, you stir below an interminable sheet,
Perturbed by its immensity,
The snow, the settling,
The bag incessantly banging.
Smog hangs as heavily as my certainty,
Clinging to...
#anxiety
#relationships
#marriage #city
#marriage #city
181 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2022 5:17am
31st Dec 2022 5:17am
On the River
FROM FAR BENEATH THE BLANKET OF SLUDGE
THE BELLIES OF BILLIONS OF FISH BULGED
CLUMPS CLUNG TO THE TANGLED STRINGS OF MY NET
AND ALL I COULD HEAR WERE THE GROWLS OF MY GUT
AND THE GROANS OF THE GULLS OVERHEAD
THE BELLIES OF BILLIONS OF FISH BULGED
CLUMPS CLUNG TO THE TANGLED STRINGS OF MY NET
AND ALL I COULD HEAR WERE THE GROWLS OF MY GUT
AND THE GROANS OF THE GULLS OVERHEAD
#river
#sea
209 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2022 7:53am
19th Jun 2022 7:53am
And Nothing Was Said
You can smell them on my breath, all the words that have deliquesced
And all that would dribble down my chin—the ink, idioms, everything
Sits now in the pits of stained teeth, stagnant and thin
I might spin another thesis with frayed strings
I might embellish these stiffened strands with rosemary sprigs
I might reach again for the dictionary and begin—
So I begin!
And I begin . . .
But then I digress
And all that would dribble down my chin—the ink, idioms, everything
Sits now in the pits of stained teeth, stagnant and thin
I might spin another thesis with frayed strings
I might embellish these stiffened strands with rosemary sprigs
I might reach again for the dictionary and begin—
So I begin!
And I begin . . .
But then I digress
#anxiety
#loneliness
#relationships #friendship
#relationships #friendship
266 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2021 2:15am
28th Oct 2021 2:15am
Remember: Without Your Mantra, You Can Only Whimper
We collected spit upon withered lips
Pulled from parched tongues
Stripped of pith
As one, we hoarsely whispered homespun hymns
To a ponderous dust
That did not lift
Clasping countless clammy psalms
We formed a rough-hewn fretwork
Of hollow heads and leaden arms
And arid mouths that spewed
Spoiled clumps of words
Our jaundiced eyes were flecked with amber
As if the sun, amidst the lifelessness of winter
Had gently answered
The prayers we fruitlessly murmured
We let it be an emblem of...
Pulled from parched tongues
Stripped of pith
As one, we hoarsely whispered homespun hymns
To a ponderous dust
That did not lift
Clasping countless clammy psalms
We formed a rough-hewn fretwork
Of hollow heads and leaden arms
And arid mouths that spewed
Spoiled clumps of words
Our jaundiced eyes were flecked with amber
As if the sun, amidst the lifelessness of winter
Had gently answered
The prayers we fruitlessly murmured
We let it be an emblem of...
#winter
#humankind
#confusion
#despair
#culture
355 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Aug 2021 3:55am
28th Aug 2021 3:55am
The Angler
Where did my page go? The shore rumbled. A flurry of camels trotted along the coast. The ivory fabric draping over the heads of distant princes—at least fifteen princes, would you believe it?—cracked like whips. They rode on horses of platinum and marble. My book plummeted. It danced upon the floor of the ship, in rhythm with the bustling party below the Mediterranean Sea.
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
#lust
#loneliness
#sea
#storm
#boredom
426 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by blaberidae
Page:
