Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2025 2:15am
31st Jan 2025 2:15am
the dangers of being self aware
woke up one
morning
looked out
the window
there was
nothing left
went back
to bed
morning
looked out
the window
there was
nothing left
went back
to bed
#sadness
84 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2025 4:14am
27th Jan 2025 4:14am
a time of gathering
withered leaves swim like
fish in a dead breeze
the years search
for a retirement home
the night skies gives
the moon a Judas kiss
to betray the risng sun
the memory of love
sits in a dingy room
sharpening a razor
the gathering of angel
wings fluttering behind
the eyes of damp sleep
the gathering of tears
into small puddles where
children's anoint sadness
the gathering of flowers
begging for mercy from
the...
fish in a dead breeze
the years search
for a retirement home
the night skies gives
the moon a Judas kiss
to betray the risng sun
the memory of love
sits in a dingy room
sharpening a razor
the gathering of angel
wings fluttering behind
the eyes of damp sleep
the gathering of tears
into small puddles where
children's anoint sadness
the gathering of flowers
begging for mercy from
the...
#tragedy
69 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 12:18pm
22nd Jan 2025 12:18pm
plain to see
stone dropped
in water
ripples echo out
than fade
life,
time,
our stones,
water.
in water
ripples echo out
than fade
life,
time,
our stones,
water.
#acceptance
73 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 4:49am
21st Jan 2025 4:49am
short and sweet
i saw you downtown
from a distance...
and that was good
enough for me
from a distance...
and that was good
enough for me
#apathy
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 4:45am
21st Jan 2025 4:45am
who were we fooling
all those times that
went before us when
we were as young as
a new spring rising
going downtown on
a Friday or Saturday
shopping for clothes,
records, having lunch
laughing too loud
cursing too much
asking to bum a
smoke from a friend
sneaking a six pack
we were unafraid,
immortal and forver
beautiful like an oil
painting by Vermeer
believing we knew
the world better than ...
went before us when
we were as young as
a new spring rising
going downtown on
a Friday or Saturday
shopping for clothes,
records, having lunch
laughing too loud
cursing too much
asking to bum a
smoke from a friend
sneaking a six pack
we were unafraid,
immortal and forver
beautiful like an oil
painting by Vermeer
believing we knew
the world better than ...
#bittersweet
#nostalgia
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 5:39pm
18th Jan 2025 5:39pm
words from the down side
for a junkie
no high is ever
high enough
not the sky
not outer space
not passing by heaven
and handing God a tissue
to wipe a tear from his eye
for what a junkie does to life
a junkies brain consists
of poisonous spiders
crawling over electrified
barbwire
it goes on day after
self murderous day
addiction shows no respect
to the body,
...
no high is ever
high enough
not the sky
not outer space
not passing by heaven
and handing God a tissue
to wipe a tear from his eye
for what a junkie does to life
a junkies brain consists
of poisonous spiders
crawling over electrified
barbwire
it goes on day after
self murderous day
addiction shows no respect
to the body,
...
#addiction
118 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2025 3:58am
16th Jan 2025 3:58am
a new dharma
OH MY
GOD!
It feels so good to just
lie here and smoke and
be one with nothing
and forget all that horse shit, mealy mouthed, mother
fornicating, new age, anxiety ridden, put God on a string on Sumday and forget on Monday, chipmunk assed, pull a knife out of your gut, deodorant for every part of your body, You Tube like bed bugs infestation of our souls life
...and just watch the
smoke rings rise
GOD!
It feels so good to just
lie here and smoke and
be one with nothing
and forget all that horse shit, mealy mouthed, mother
fornicating, new age, anxiety ridden, put God on a string on Sumday and forget on Monday, chipmunk assed, pull a knife out of your gut, deodorant for every part of your body, You Tube like bed bugs infestation of our souls life
...and just watch the
smoke rings rise
#mirror
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2025 3:14am
15th Jan 2025 3:14am
it was summer
it was
summer
that one night all
those years ago
standing across from
you in the kitchen
your eyes splashed
with angry tears
the dreadful numbing
silence eating thoughts
I didn't know
what to say
standing there
looking down
at the floor
...so I cried,
too
summer
that one night all
those years ago
standing across from
you in the kitchen
your eyes splashed
with angry tears
the dreadful numbing
silence eating thoughts
I didn't know
what to say
standing there
looking down
at the floor
...so I cried,
too
#sadness
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jan 2025 2:07am
14th Jan 2025 2:07am
unpack this one
..days that never
seem to arrive
...a past that never
wants to leave
life
sometimes it's as cold and
useless as a dead man's ass.
there
I've said it out
loud
...finally
seem to arrive
...a past that never
wants to leave
life
sometimes it's as cold and
useless as a dead man's ass.
there
I've said it out
loud
...finally
#LifeStruggles
145 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2025 2:28am
12th Jan 2025 2:28am
no truer hell
..than to be home
alone
celebrating one's
own thoughts
taking in the small
victories
and mismanagements
of life
with smokes aplenty at
hand
and out a
lighter
DAMM IT !
alone
celebrating one's
own thoughts
taking in the small
victories
and mismanagements
of life
with smokes aplenty at
hand
and out a
lighter
DAMM IT !
#frustration
#funny
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2025 2:10am
12th Jan 2025 2:10am
what time does the floor show start?
..that is the question I
always asked myself
when my drunken father
came staggering home
with my mom sitting
on that worn out old
couch waiting for him
and his worthless den
full of lion lies and vodka
excuses
I had a front row seat
and I didn't have to pay
one red cent to see the
whole dammed show
now that's what I
call entertainment
always asked myself
when my drunken father
came staggering home
with my mom sitting
on that worn out old
couch waiting for him
and his worthless den
full of lion lies and vodka
excuses
I had a front row seat
and I didn't have to pay
one red cent to see the
whole dammed show
now that's what I
call entertainment
#father
#memories
#mother
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
3.14
do you like pie?
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
#nostalgia
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