Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
thoughts on a Christmas Eve afternoon, 2021
death in the cold winter
skies
of dead morning
death in the worms of
dead earth
death in the dead
breathe exhaled
death,
the greatest failure
of dead
living
death chewed in the
mouth
of dead time
death in the music
of
dead composers
death in the words
of
dead poets
death in the chapters
of
dead writers
in all births death,
in all dead a birth
everything,
everywhere
crawling slowly, ...
skies
of dead morning
death in the worms of
dead earth
death in the dead
breathe exhaled
death,
the greatest failure
of dead
living
death chewed in the
mouth
of dead time
death in the music
of
dead composers
death in the words
of
dead poets
death in the chapters
of
dead writers
in all births death,
in all dead a birth
everything,
everywhere
crawling slowly, ...
#sadness
#death
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one curious, but nondescript afternoon
along the hard
curbside,
fleas leaving the
vessel of a dead
cat body.
his eyes still
glistening in
the wet
sun,
he see's
nothing,
he knows
nothing,
he pretends
nothing.
he is real,
authentic.
I stand there tranquil,
looking down,
pondering;
can I go to any
place in history
in Time's Square?
do camel's celebrate
Wednesday's?
what will I have for
dinner tonight?
I turn, walk ...
curbside,
fleas leaving the
vessel of a dead
cat body.
his eyes still
glistening in
the wet
sun,
he see's
nothing,
he knows
nothing,
he pretends
nothing.
he is real,
authentic.
I stand there tranquil,
looking down,
pondering;
can I go to any
place in history
in Time's Square?
do camel's celebrate
Wednesday's?
what will I have for
dinner tonight?
I turn, walk ...
#LifeStruggles
#UnrequitedLove
#emptiness
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alone in this
we all must find
our own
way,
find our own way
through;
the dirty looking
glass
days,
the asylum
years,
this vacuum
life.
each of us is
alone in
this,
we have always
been alone in
this,
alone like:
a forgotten
religion
an old drunk
sitting at
the end
of a
bar
the whispers of
the dead
telling
us to
live.
here for a
few
minutes, ...
our own
way,
find our own way
through;
the dirty looking
glass
days,
the asylum
years,
this vacuum
life.
each of us is
alone in
this,
we have always
been alone in
this,
alone like:
a forgotten
religion
an old drunk
sitting at
the end
of a
bar
the whispers of
the dead
telling
us to
live.
here for a
few
minutes, ...
#humankind
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let the punishment fit the crime
we are all locked
in a prison,
but few see the
bars.
in a prison,
but few see the
bars.
#secrets
#humankind
#ignorance
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another sleepless night
the devil you know
walks in your shadow,
sounds
bells and whistles,
throws ticker tape
parades for the
bemused and the
dammed,
inflicts rattlesnake
bites on the face
of Venus
and breaks the
heater in my
car,
but I'm too tired
to write about that
now.
the arms of alarm
clocks move like
small, subtle
assassins in
the boney
night
and i...
walks in your shadow,
sounds
bells and whistles,
throws ticker tape
parades for the
bemused and the
dammed,
inflicts rattlesnake
bites on the face
of Venus
and breaks the
heater in my
car,
but I'm too tired
to write about that
now.
the arms of alarm
clocks move like
small, subtle
assassins in
the boney
night
and i...
#dystopian
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sooner than now, but later than yesterday
we are all either
coming, going,
staying, leaving,
arriving, departing
makes no
difference
everyone has to
be,
not be
somewhere
but sooner
or
later
everyone
will
not
be
anywhere
coming, going,
staying, leaving,
arriving, departing
makes no
difference
everyone has to
be,
not be
somewhere
but sooner
or
later
everyone
will
not
be
anywhere
#fate
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sad dogs on a blue street
going out
there...
way, way out there to
where the sun wraps
it's arm around your
shoulder like an old
friend and offers
you a cold
beer,
that and other
moments,
-but knowing-
there is a strange
melancholy
in:
the simplicity of
sitting,
watching the way
a small child
plays,
finding the courage ...
there...
way, way out there to
where the sun wraps
it's arm around your
shoulder like an old
friend and offers
you a cold
beer,
that and other
moments,
-but knowing-
there is a strange
melancholy
in:
the simplicity of
sitting,
watching the way
a small child
plays,
finding the courage ...
#courage
#redemption
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go straight to the ending
gather tears on
a silver
spoon.
color faces, flowers,
dogs,cats
blue.
read the last page
of a book
first.
leave nothing
to chance,
go straight to
the ending;
the end of
arduous
days,
the end of
luke warm
love,
the end of
disappointment
ringing in
your head
like a gun
shot.
sadness arrives
like finding a
dead robin
in the
spring.
...
a silver
spoon.
color faces, flowers,
dogs,cats
blue.
read the last page
of a book
first.
leave nothing
to chance,
go straight to
the ending;
the end of
arduous
days,
the end of
luke warm
love,
the end of
disappointment
ringing in
your head
like a gun
shot.
sadness arrives
like finding a
dead robin
in the
spring.
...
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
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in and out through the wrong door
stop pretending,
we can never go
home again
Ursula Major
breaks down
in tears
we are left
to our own
broken devices
kill
time
kill them
softly
kill
shot
falling into
bullet
holes
living poorly,
cowardice
dying well,
a lost art
so many
coffins
so few
resurrections
true bravery
as rare
and
beautiful
as
bismuth
crystal
...
we can never go
home again
Ursula Major
breaks down
in tears
we are left
to our own
broken devices
kill
time
kill them
softly
kill
shot
falling into
bullet
holes
living poorly,
cowardice
dying well,
a lost art
so many
coffins
so few
resurrections
true bravery
as rare
and
beautiful
as
bismuth
crystal
...
#humankind
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quit yer bitchin'
shit rolls downhill
to our front door
when we least
expect it, want it,
need it.
we have all been
covered in it,
so there's no use
in bitchin' about
It.
grab
a shovel,
start
digging.
to our front door
when we least
expect it, want it,
need it.
we have all been
covered in it,
so there's no use
in bitchin' about
It.
grab
a shovel,
start
digging.
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
#suffering #FeelingTrapped
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the sparrow's wings
memories are
widows tears
cleaving the
night,
a katana of
grief
the heart is stoned
to death by bricks
of loneliness
bittersweet rides
on the panthers
tongue of
regret
the pornography
of remembrance
this
rain
this
pain
this
disdain
dissatifaction
grows like
black mold
on the face
of hope
the wings of
the sparrow
broken
the fires
die
down
to damp
ash
the...
widows tears
cleaving the
night,
a katana of
grief
the heart is stoned
to death by bricks
of loneliness
bittersweet rides
on the panthers
tongue of
regret
the pornography
of remembrance
this
rain
this
pain
this
disdain
dissatifaction
grows like
black mold
on the face
of hope
the wings of
the sparrow
broken
the fires
die
down
to damp
ash
the...
#sadness
#grief
#fear
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the screw of days
how do you live through
times in life that seem
to have no life left in them?
what's to be done when
what comes naturally
fails and upside down
rules as king?
whatever is raging inside
of us can not be seen but is
crawling down the dark
archive's of our souls
with claws at the ready.
fortune cookie
bibles,
bubblegum machine
tarot cards,
Oracle's of stale
dog piss.
the future knows
but refuses to answer
the phone
the soft secrets of ...
times in life that seem
to have no life left in them?
what's to be done when
what comes naturally
fails and upside down
rules as king?
whatever is raging inside
of us can not be seen but is
crawling down the dark
archive's of our souls
with claws at the ready.
fortune cookie
bibles,
bubblegum machine
tarot cards,
Oracle's of stale
dog piss.
the future knows
but refuses to answer
the phone
the soft secrets of ...
#LifeStruggles
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4 Comments
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