Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
the silence of dirt
I dream of the silence
of dirt
count the years behind
on an abacus
the days ahead on my
fingers
slowly
slowly
the ravens gather
the music of bones
sings
slowly
slowly
and I will
follow
of dirt
count the years behind
on an abacus
the days ahead on my
fingers
slowly
slowly
the ravens gather
the music of bones
sings
slowly
slowly
and I will
follow
#emotional
#bittersweet
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all we have, regardless
that morning with
you
seeing it all
beads of sweat on the
executioner's forehead
hand on blade shaking
from the DT's
sound of the sun boiling
the wind
birds having a sex
party in the
clouds
seven burning monkeys
running amuck in a field
in Aberdeen, Washington
bebop dropping
acid, turning itself
inside out while Mingus
ate his pork pie hat
while carnivore streets
laughed at the bone
memories of Kerouac
and Cassidy
I saw...
you
seeing it all
beads of sweat on the
executioner's forehead
hand on blade shaking
from the DT's
sound of the sun boiling
the wind
birds having a sex
party in the
clouds
seven burning monkeys
running amuck in a field
in Aberdeen, Washington
bebop dropping
acid, turning itself
inside out while Mingus
ate his pork pie hat
while carnivore streets
laughed at the bone
memories of Kerouac
and Cassidy
I saw...
#apathy
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riffs and inventions III
I
war
hurry up,
keep counting
the bodies
before we
run out
of numbers
II
the only true path home is
through the darkness
of ourselves
III
if life's all
that
then that's
all
and that ain't
much
IV
if you've been
waiting to save
yourself for
something
good
then you probably have
already missed it
...
war
hurry up,
keep counting
the bodies
before we
run out
of numbers
II
the only true path home is
through the darkness
of ourselves
III
if life's all
that
then that's
all
and that ain't
much
IV
if you've been
waiting to save
yourself for
something
good
then you probably have
already missed it
...
#vulnerability
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Golgotha
no crucifixes ever looked
so holy
as the night you sacrificed
your body for me
in the morning
church bells
rang
so holy
as the night you sacrificed
your body for me
in the morning
church bells
rang
#erotic
#passion
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America
infant turns his
head and chokes
curdled milk from
mother's leathered
breast
all tits become
deserts sooner
or later
as old cars and
trucks pine for
Mr Ford
head and chokes
curdled milk from
mother's leathered
breast
all tits become
deserts sooner
or later
as old cars and
trucks pine for
Mr Ford
#shadows
#hypocrisy
#morality
#poverty
#deception
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reminder
walking through the
woods
damp earth and pepper
scent the air
watch a frog gather
insects on his fly
paper tongue
reminds
me
stop at the store on the
way home
out
of
potato
chips
woods
damp earth and pepper
scent the air
watch a frog gather
insects on his fly
paper tongue
reminds
me
stop at the store on the
way home
out
of
potato
chips
#nature
#mirror
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thoughts while sharing coffee with the morning sun
tomorrow I will wake
and share coffee with
the morning sun
(I see you running across the
landscape of my memories)
dreams
and
dead end
regrets
captured in cigarette
smoke
I remember your breath
like a warm Havana
sunset on my bare
shoulder
you laid next to me but
were hardly there
the foreign night whispered
a strange language into your
ear
and
you
went ...
and share coffee with
the morning sun
(I see you running across the
landscape of my memories)
dreams
and
dead end
regrets
captured in cigarette
smoke
I remember your breath
like a warm Havana
sunset on my bare
shoulder
you laid next to me but
were hardly there
the foreign night whispered
a strange language into your
ear
and
you
went ...
#sadness
#honesty
#disappointment
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faith of our tennis shoes
faith is like a wad of old
gum that you step on
walking down the street
you know it's there
but it doesn't do you
any good
you stop, scrape it
off
and get on with
life
gum that you step on
walking down the street
you know it's there
but it doesn't do you
any good
you stop, scrape it
off
and get on with
life
#mythology
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court is in session
it is not the lack of others we
fear in being alone...
it is the fear that we will, finally,
have to come to terms with what
and who we are and face the
bitter truths about ourselves in
that still, quiet night.
what could be
more terrifying.
what could be
more breathtaking.
fear in being alone...
it is the fear that we will, finally,
have to come to terms with what
and who we are and face the
bitter truths about ourselves in
that still, quiet night.
what could be
more terrifying.
what could be
more breathtaking.
#honesty
#humankind
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one rainy afternoon
heated words
watching you turn and
walk away in the
rain
your feet parting puddles
like the Red
Sea
looking down
seeing an empty pint
bottle of whiskey among
the few thin, sickly
weeds in the
sidewalk
cracks,
pieces of broken
glass,
scraps of dirty
paper.
staring at the empty
space where you
no longer
stood
listening to the
tinging of rain
falling on
concrete
...
watching you turn and
walk away in the
rain
your feet parting puddles
like the Red
Sea
looking down
seeing an empty pint
bottle of whiskey among
the few thin, sickly
weeds in the
sidewalk
cracks,
pieces of broken
glass,
scraps of dirty
paper.
staring at the empty
space where you
no longer
stood
listening to the
tinging of rain
falling on
concrete
...
#conflict
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absolutely beautiful
like a sea gull gliding
across a chilled
winter's
morning
sky
like the unfettered
laughter of a child
living in their
imagination
like an old guitar propped up
in the corner
dreaming of
Segovia
like sunlight keeping it's
secrets as it falls across
a dirty wooden
floor
like the promise of love
suffocating under the
weight of it's
own bloated
passion
like a bottle of 200 year old
Grand Constance sitting
on a dusty shelf
somewhere...
across a chilled
winter's
morning
sky
like the unfettered
laughter of a child
living in their
imagination
like an old guitar propped up
in the corner
dreaming of
Segovia
like sunlight keeping it's
secrets as it falls across
a dirty wooden
floor
like the promise of love
suffocating under the
weight of it's
own bloated
passion
like a bottle of 200 year old
Grand Constance sitting
on a dusty shelf
somewhere...
#honesty
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remembering all I want to forget
wearing my hat with
the spiders crawling
around the brim
I wonder if you are
sitting at some
hamburger stand
in Youngstown
"bring me my regular, "
you say.
"but you have never
been here before?"
replies the old, fat
waitress.
" I'm here all the time
in my loose leaf dreams."
the waitress smiles and
walks back to the kitchen
I remember how the
sands of Arabia would
blow in your eyes
and how lost love...
the spiders crawling
around the brim
I wonder if you are
sitting at some
hamburger stand
in Youngstown
"bring me my regular, "
you say.
"but you have never
been here before?"
replies the old, fat
waitress.
" I'm here all the time
in my loose leaf dreams."
the waitress smiles and
walks back to the kitchen
I remember how the
sands of Arabia would
blow in your eyes
and how lost love...
#obsession
#orgasm
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