Submissions by bruised_fruit
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 00:49am
9th Jun 2021 00:49am
Wicked words
Masters speak with wicked words
Cloak true endeavors under false tongue
A game of chess as souls are rooks
Pawns in a game of ego
Speech and thought an inherent right
Swayed by those who wish to control the tide
They often seek to make humanity inert
Veiling us from what binds all
Our worlds are many, our differences few
Our bodies bleed the same red hue
Be not a cog, explore your own will
Hope for today, or we’ll all be doomed
Cloak true endeavors under false tongue
A game of chess as souls are rooks
Pawns in a game of ego
Speech and thought an inherent right
Swayed by those who wish to control the tide
They often seek to make humanity inert
Veiling us from what binds all
Our worlds are many, our differences few
Our bodies bleed the same red hue
Be not a cog, explore your own will
Hope for today, or we’ll all be doomed
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2021 3:02am
20th Apr 2021 3:02am
The difference.
Oh, how we sung.
We sang those songs together.
Concrete dreams,
pushing out of side walk.
A guitar out of tune,
melodic tastes of sweat
and truth.
That was ours, and ours alone.
Almost reached those stars.
The few we could see.
But oh, I remember how they shined
So brightly.
We sang those songs together.
Concrete dreams,
pushing out of side walk.
A guitar out of tune,
melodic tastes of sweat
and truth.
That was ours, and ours alone.
Almost reached those stars.
The few we could see.
But oh, I remember how they shined
So brightly.
#honesty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2020 3:10am
11th Nov 2020 3:10am
spills.
Now I drift on spills
tinted with ink
that once belonged
to letters composing words
caught in the parchment
of my folded vessel
tinted with ink
that once belonged
to letters composing words
caught in the parchment
of my folded vessel
#wind
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2020 1:06am
4th Sep 2020 1:06am
The Man in the Foyer.
How long has that
house been burning?
The one with the man
who sits in the foyer?
There he is
There he sits
With wide eyes he stares straight
through the open door
The curtains are almost gone
now
Scorched fabric reveal bare bones
of sofas and love seats
The roof a smoldering
landscape
Some odd solidarity carried on smoke
crackles in my ears
...
house been burning?
The one with the man
who sits in the foyer?
There he is
There he sits
With wide eyes he stares straight
through the open door
The curtains are almost gone
now
Scorched fabric reveal bare bones
of sofas and love seats
The roof a smoldering
landscape
Some odd solidarity carried on smoke
crackles in my ears
...
#love
#patience
#suffering #fear
#suffering #fear
451 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2020 1:00am
1st Sep 2020 1:00am
A forgotten song.
the melody hangs over me
forgotten notes, once I knew you
woeful and sweet
you were strange and beautiful
escaping my thought
as you dance in my head
I can’t quite remember
your name, beginning, or end
A specter to search for
a ghostly tune
pieces of your presence
still lie in my room
here I will wait
till that song is relived
perhaps in my dreams
I’ll hear you again
forgotten notes, once I knew you
woeful and sweet
you were strange and beautiful
escaping my thought
as you dance in my head
I can’t quite remember
your name, beginning, or end
A specter to search for
a ghostly tune
pieces of your presence
still lie in my room
here I will wait
till that song is relived
perhaps in my dreams
I’ll hear you again
#ghosts
#memories
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 11:38pm
29th Aug 2020 11:38pm
Love rides a train.
With an infant in her arms and suitcase in tow
she gets on a train and sits alone
A wayfaring man, a lonely stranger
stumbles on board and sits behind her
No words exchanged as she hums a tune
that floats through the air on her perfume
The melody she shares reaches the mans ears
absolving his loneliness, comforting his fears
It sounds so sweet, yet sad and true
with such notes she must be lonely too
He rides with her till the end of the line
there in her presence all was fine
A pit fills his...
she gets on a train and sits alone
A wayfaring man, a lonely stranger
stumbles on board and sits behind her
No words exchanged as she hums a tune
that floats through the air on her perfume
The melody she shares reaches the mans ears
absolving his loneliness, comforting his fears
It sounds so sweet, yet sad and true
with such notes she must be lonely too
He rides with her till the end of the line
there in her presence all was fine
A pit fills his...
#love
#grief
#loneliness
317 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2020 3:09am
22nd Aug 2020 3:09am
cheers.
Darkly sparse rhetoric
whistling through smoke
here we are together
here we've come alone
Silently drinking songs
of dissonance and hope
our bellies are empty
but our hearts are full
We raise our glasses to
the absurdity of truth
we may be tired but
we are tried and true
With dirt on our hands
and a conscience clean
our sins are many
but still we sing
whistling through smoke
here we are together
here we've come alone
Silently drinking songs
of dissonance and hope
our bellies are empty
but our hearts are full
We raise our glasses to
the absurdity of truth
we may be tired but
we are tried and true
With dirt on our hands
and a conscience clean
our sins are many
but still we sing
#hope
#morality
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 2:30am
17th Aug 2020 2:30am
blue hues
dusted glasses
brimming with
the hopes
we once knew
the tip of my tongue
remembers as
we tread upon
floorboards that give
with bare wood
dappled in
fading blue hues
that follow the
parchment and ink
bound walls scented
of musk and leather
the oddity of comfort
in this place
occupying a time
encased in amber
brimming with
the hopes
we once knew
the tip of my tongue
remembers as
we tread upon
floorboards that give
with bare wood
dappled in
fading blue hues
that follow the
parchment and ink
bound walls scented
of musk and leather
the oddity of comfort
in this place
occupying a time
encased in amber
#memories
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 3:46am
16th Aug 2020 3:46am
Ugly
Beautiful are those and thought of godly origin
what of the dark and strange forgotten
perfection consumes a misguided truth
all things wither and turn to grey
Mannequins parade as people swoon
empty heads and plastic hearts
fallacious reflections
draped in woven aristocracy
Lovely the animal that turns away heads
not all divine gets the suns grace
enchanted beings are seldom seen
for what they truly are
Marvelous it is to be born from fire
to exist because of pressure
through seas of dirt and stone ...
what of the dark and strange forgotten
perfection consumes a misguided truth
all things wither and turn to grey
Mannequins parade as people swoon
empty heads and plastic hearts
fallacious reflections
draped in woven aristocracy
Lovely the animal that turns away heads
not all divine gets the suns grace
enchanted beings are seldom seen
for what they truly are
Marvelous it is to be born from fire
to exist because of pressure
through seas of dirt and stone ...
#beauty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2020 2:51am
15th Aug 2020 2:51am
Black Water
Fierce clouds sweep over sky
Cold heavy rain
On a warm summers night
Grains of sand cradle my feet
The infinite depths
Beckon me
Distant light flickers
As roars echo in
Summoning sounds of crumpled tin
Steadily I step
As the current holds no sway
The deep and I are comrades
At least for today
Black water rips
Wearing only a grin
Indignant dark waves
Collide with my skin
My fathomless friend
So unknown
The deeper I go
The more I feel at home
Cold heavy rain
On a warm summers night
Grains of sand cradle my feet
The infinite depths
Beckon me
Distant light flickers
As roars echo in
Summoning sounds of crumpled tin
Steadily I step
As the current holds no sway
The deep and I are comrades
At least for today
Black water rips
Wearing only a grin
Indignant dark waves
Collide with my skin
My fathomless friend
So unknown
The deeper I go
The more I feel at home
#dark
#home
#water #peace
#water #peace
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