Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
going dark
when love leaves, it
is like murdering
the stars and moon
and wishes
what is the use of
looking up anymore
what is left to
see
and wishing is like
spitting into
an empty
grave
is like murdering
the stars and moon
and wishes
what is the use of
looking up anymore
what is left to
see
and wishing is like
spitting into
an empty
grave
#sadness
#apathy
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long shot
I am reaching the
end of your throat
you are reaching the
end of my patience
turn-a-round jump
shot hoedown beat
walking through
puddles of piss
and loss
salvation,
redemption
two wild beast with
sharp teeth
a blind three armed
evil circus ride on
a one way
street
one way is
hell
the other way
more than
hell
which way to
go?
end of your throat
you are reaching the
end of my patience
turn-a-round jump
shot hoedown beat
walking through
puddles of piss
and loss
salvation,
redemption
two wild beast with
sharp teeth
a blind three armed
evil circus ride on
a one way
street
one way is
hell
the other way
more than
hell
which way to
go?
#confusion
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4 Comments
held tight in its grip
the wine sheds
it's skin and the
morning is sick
with a hangover
the birds in the
trees are snipers
waiting to take
the kill shot
the grey smoke
rising from my
Italian cigar is
tired and listless
there are no bulls
around, but there's
bullshit everywhere
I would like to escape
to a place where the sun
sings and the drinks are
poured deep and strong
I do not know when
laughter will
return
I do not know when
daylight will
return
...
it's skin and the
morning is sick
with a hangover
the birds in the
trees are snipers
waiting to take
the kill shot
the grey smoke
rising from my
Italian cigar is
tired and listless
there are no bulls
around, but there's
bullshit everywhere
I would like to escape
to a place where the sun
sings and the drinks are
poured deep and strong
I do not know when
laughter will
return
I do not know when
daylight will
return
...
#mirror
#memories
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mustard seeds of courage
sometimes,
the best we
can hope for,
is to survive the
terror of the
average day.
the best we
can hope for,
is to survive the
terror of the
average day.
#strength
#wisdom
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ghost of a chance
the meal is
finished,
plates, silverware
and glasses cleaned
and put away in
good order,
the stars are safely
tucked away under
the blanket of night
the evening breeze
carries the bedtime
prayers of children
to God.
addiction walks beneath
the garish neon lights
of the Vegas strip
looking for a score.
winged creatures move
among the sky with
grace and ease.
all things moving
forward,
busting
through,
finding a
way ...
finished,
plates, silverware
and glasses cleaned
and put away in
good order,
the stars are safely
tucked away under
the blanket of night
the evening breeze
carries the bedtime
prayers of children
to God.
addiction walks beneath
the garish neon lights
of the Vegas strip
looking for a score.
winged creatures move
among the sky with
grace and ease.
all things moving
forward,
busting
through,
finding a
way ...
#loneliness
#secrets
#fear
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nice to know if I asked
.. that if I was on
fire and burning
up
you wouldn't even
throw a can of
gasoline on me...
fire and burning
up
you wouldn't even
throw a can of
gasoline on me...
#relationships
#conflict
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8 Comments
miscreants
your touch are flowers
laid upon my
grave
as we walk through days
of darkness and
nights of
fire
we smile tenderly
at each other like
killers carving
murder into the
face of rain with
our thirst
drinking
satisfied
stomach's full
of
blood
laughing
at the world
burning
around
us
while no one
else takes
notices
the beauty
of it
all
laid upon my
grave
as we walk through days
of darkness and
nights of
fire
we smile tenderly
at each other like
killers carving
murder into the
face of rain with
our thirst
drinking
satisfied
stomach's full
of
blood
laughing
at the world
burning
around
us
while no one
else takes
notices
the beauty
of it
all
#beauty
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jungles are where you find them
there are tigers at
my door
there are tigers
peering through
my window
there are tigers
waiting in my
backyard
I can hear them
pawing at the
walls
I can hear their
hungry
breathing
and I am
alone
and out of
bullets
my door
there are tigers
peering through
my window
there are tigers
waiting in my
backyard
I can hear them
pawing at the
walls
I can hear their
hungry
breathing
and I am
alone
and out of
bullets
#fate
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no mistake about it
words can be a
katana carving
it's sharpness
into a heart
words can be an
artic front blasting
it's way into the
warmth of Florida
either way...
love dies
take everything
there is to take
and when that's
gone
take more
give everything
there is to give
and when that's
gone
give more
either way...
love dies
love dies like
ancient
history
love dies like
an old woman
trapped in the
prison of...
katana carving
it's sharpness
into a heart
words can be an
artic front blasting
it's way into the
warmth of Florida
either way...
love dies
take everything
there is to take
and when that's
gone
take more
give everything
there is to give
and when that's
gone
give more
either way...
love dies
love dies like
ancient
history
love dies like
an old woman
trapped in the
prison of...
#relationships
#honesty
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it's a stinkin' pity, that's what it is.
pity the cat sleeping
in a shard glass field,
his paws rich with
blood
pity the sword
unbloodied by
combat
pity the cross without
spikes or
martyar
pity the bones of the
great artist, poet,
composer, writer
feasted upon
by savage
history
pity the hard life
feared and the
good life taken
for granted
pity the cafe's of
Paris for they can
no longer hear
the laughter of
a lost generation
pity the survivors ...
in a shard glass field,
his paws rich with
blood
pity the sword
unbloodied by
combat
pity the cross without
spikes or
martyar
pity the bones of the
great artist, poet,
composer, writer
feasted upon
by savage
history
pity the hard life
feared and the
good life taken
for granted
pity the cafe's of
Paris for they can
no longer hear
the laughter of
a lost generation
pity the survivors ...
#dreams
#risk
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6 Comments
does God needs a hug?
the night stars are
really just God's
tears
he has cried so
long
so hard
and so very
much
because of what
we have done
because of what
we have become
sometimes I wonder
if the old man
doesn't
need a
hug
to help him make
it through the
day
really just God's
tears
he has cried so
long
so hard
and so very
much
because of what
we have done
because of what
we have become
sometimes I wonder
if the old man
doesn't
need a
hug
to help him make
it through the
day
#sadness
#frustration
#disappointment
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12 Comments
rainbows and razorblades
the hand of Adonis
is withered and
cold
love is a fish
that cannot
swim
there has been too
many sunsets
and not enough
sunrises
the Eiffel tower bows
in defeat
we are rainbows
and razorblades
a chess game
always ending
up in a draw
you, with your mongrel
dog ferocity
me, with my sudden
cold intellect
there are wars...
we got that one
right
there are victories
there are defeats
but we never...
is withered and
cold
love is a fish
that cannot
swim
there has been too
many sunsets
and not enough
sunrises
the Eiffel tower bows
in defeat
we are rainbows
and razorblades
a chess game
always ending
up in a draw
you, with your mongrel
dog ferocity
me, with my sudden
cold intellect
there are wars...
we got that one
right
there are victories
there are defeats
but we never...
#disappointment
#deception
225 reads
6 Comments
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