Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
my guns, by God

#politics
#culture
#morality
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as real as it gets
when you
hate
let it be as pure
and crisp as the
first cold December
morning under a
violent glass blue
sky
when you
hate
do not pretend
anything else
other
when you
hate
let it redeem the
truth of your
humanity
when you
hate
let it become a
vessel that moves
your free will with
the force of a
thousand mad
attacking armies
embrace
it
anoint
it
honor
it
let it be...
hate
let it be as pure
and crisp as the
first cold December
morning under a
violent glass blue
sky
when you
hate
do not pretend
anything else
other
when you
hate
let it redeem the
truth of your
humanity
when you
hate
let it become a
vessel that moves
your free will with
the force of a
thousand mad
attacking armies
embrace
it
anoint
it
honor
it
let it be...
#freedom
#morality
60 reads
14 Comments
true and deep
moonlight
a well honed
blade that cuts
true and deep
when laying in
bed alone all
these years
and love
a strangers
face never
glimpsed
while walking
hurriedly home
through a
downpour
of rain
a well honed
blade that cuts
true and deep
when laying in
bed alone all
these years
and love
a strangers
face never
glimpsed
while walking
hurriedly home
through a
downpour
of rain
#bittersweet
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4 Comments
next to nothing
the pounding of
drums
from far away
hills of flame
and murder
the hunt has
begun
where are you
my bone
love?
in the eyes of
Medusa?
in the mouth
of a volcano?
in the barren
hands of
time?
no...
you are right
here...
next to me
and next to
nothing
drums
from far away
hills of flame
and murder
the hunt has
begun
where are you
my bone
love?
in the eyes of
Medusa?
in the mouth
of a volcano?
in the barren
hands of
time?
no...
you are right
here...
next to me
and next to
nothing
#disappointment
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2 Comments
the wonder of it all
God opened a
can of grey paint
and hurled it across
the horizon
single bird on the
wing above
outside
smoking
this moment,
this exquisite
moment of
silence
smoke and sere
sky meet
bird flies on
ignorant of:
borders
politics
war
can of grey paint
and hurled it across
the horizon
single bird on the
wing above
outside
smoking
this moment,
this exquisite
moment of
silence
smoke and sere
sky meet
bird flies on
ignorant of:
borders
politics
war
#gratitude
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6 Comments
thought
there are no
small acts
of kindness
just small
people who
never act
kindly
small acts
of kindness
just small
people who
never act
kindly
#humankind
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8 Comments
she kills pretty things
she kills pretty
things...
the birth of breath
in the flowers of
the morning
the Vivaldi of birds
singing from the
tree
the sun shining
down on a glittering
field of broken
glass
she kills pretty
things
like pulling the wings
off of moths in the
bedroom at midnight
by candle light
roses shiver in
terror
cats become
liquid and pour
into tiny spaces
to hide
love escapes out
the backdoor
but there is no ...
things...
the birth of breath
in the flowers of
the morning
the Vivaldi of birds
singing from the
tree
the sun shining
down on a glittering
field of broken
glass
she kills pretty
things
like pulling the wings
off of moths in the
bedroom at midnight
by candle light
roses shiver in
terror
cats become
liquid and pour
into tiny spaces
to hide
love escapes out
the backdoor
but there is no ...
#sadness
#hurt
61 reads
4 Comments
the purity of waking
her thoughts lie
there
like diseased
shattered
shimmering
glass on the
wet floor of
this moment
time recedes
nothing there
monkey sounds
fill the air
be my discount
love sold by whip
invitation in the
outdoor markets
of Morocco
be my tribal ritual
eaten by the spears
of cruel moonbeams
be my day after
tomorrow that
never arrives
ghost wait on
my front
porch
I will go home
now
and burn the
scarecrow...
there
like diseased
shattered
shimmering
glass on the
wet floor of
this moment
time recedes
nothing there
monkey sounds
fill the air
be my discount
love sold by whip
invitation in the
outdoor markets
of Morocco
be my tribal ritual
eaten by the spears
of cruel moonbeams
be my day after
tomorrow that
never arrives
ghost wait on
my front
porch
I will go home
now
and burn the
scarecrow...
#morality
#sacrifice
51 reads
4 Comments
the truth doesn't hurt, but lies certainly do
as lies fell
from your lips
like drops of
lead arsenic
the serpent crawled
around my legs,
rose and stole the
words from my
mouth
paradise will
never be the
same
from your lips
like drops of
lead arsenic
the serpent crawled
around my legs,
rose and stole the
words from my
mouth
paradise will
never be the
same
#karma
57 reads
6 Comments
nightbird
nightbird
long have you
awaited in that
forever starry
night
come to me
now
sing your final,
sweet song into
my sleeping ear
I am
ready
long have you
awaited in that
forever starry
night
come to me
now
sing your final,
sweet song into
my sleeping ear
I am
ready
#kindness
#strength
#courage
61 reads
4 Comments
lament
lament the poet
their words are
no more than
a single teardrop
in oceans upon
oceans of rage,
sadness and pain
their words are
no more than
a single teardrop
in oceans upon
oceans of rage,
sadness and pain
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#bittersweet
50 reads
8 Comments
tailor made
one evening
I whispered into
my lovers ear
" you wear your flesh
so well."
then I asked
" who's your
tailor?"
I whispered into
my lovers ear
" you wear your flesh
so well."
then I asked
" who's your
tailor?"
#romantic
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10 Comments
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