Submissions by callmemamac
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being is hard. Releasing is easy.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 4:19am
23rd Sep 2012 4:19am
Glad you're going to die:
A twisted stone skeleton writhing in shit
eternally
(...my wish for you to be)
As tree roots in sewage
aspire
one day you may
face down devour dust
become adorned in clay
They will extract your bleached bones
with picks and feathers-
You're home.
(I will forget you.)
eternally
(...my wish for you to be)
As tree roots in sewage
aspire
one day you may
face down devour dust
become adorned in clay
They will extract your bleached bones
with picks and feathers-
You're home.
(I will forget you.)
674 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 9:05pm
22nd Sep 2012 9:05pm
Daughters
I see stars
in the eyes of my creations
on paper, in flesh
little teeth smiling laughing pink innocent made of fairy dust and everything spice
sweet meat
true love heart beat.
in the eyes of my creations
on paper, in flesh
little teeth smiling laughing pink innocent made of fairy dust and everything spice
sweet meat
true love heart beat.
677 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 7:04pm
22nd Sep 2012 7:04pm
necklace
juice is full of salt
made of love, smells of sugar
can be wet clear white warm-
musk of a crucial root
does the trick every time.
made of love, smells of sugar
can be wet clear white warm-
musk of a crucial root
does the trick every time.
927 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 8:55pm
21st Sep 2012 8:55pm
Any Way
murder murder murder the time
dream wallowing sheets with wet and white smokes
pills that make painted ladies dance in art deco naked robes
I am a goddess
but the husband steals my quilt
the watercolor fades
who are you, anyway?
dream wallowing sheets with wet and white smokes
pills that make painted ladies dance in art deco naked robes
I am a goddess
but the husband steals my quilt
the watercolor fades
who are you, anyway?
683 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 8:53pm
21st Sep 2012 8:53pm
Wife
Vodka and cigarettes
Oil of Olay, hey darling
vacuum the stairs and cut my hair
this is the day of dead cars and due rent
meat loaf pastel apron strings and mother’s little helpers.
Oil of Olay, hey darling
vacuum the stairs and cut my hair
this is the day of dead cars and due rent
meat loaf pastel apron strings and mother’s little helpers.
686 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 1:58am
21st Sep 2012 1:58am
Grampa
He was an alcoholic
He still is at the moment
It outlives you
It’s always there, your friend.
I wish to give you that now.
I wish for you a utopia all your own
You miss your hidden beer, drinking it in secrecy in shade of worm trees
you are a large golden statue with a thunder voice, lightening laugh
electricity charisma
yet salty. and we love you. and we loved you.
I will whittle sticks forever.
He still is at the moment
It outlives you
It’s always there, your friend.
I wish to give you that now.
I wish for you a utopia all your own
You miss your hidden beer, drinking it in secrecy in shade of worm trees
you are a large golden statue with a thunder voice, lightening laugh
electricity charisma
yet salty. and we love you. and we loved you.
I will whittle sticks forever.
585 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 1:56am
21st Sep 2012 1:56am
Mania
This is where you are with it,
Your head splits open to the white meat
and she takes you
away from the wreckage of your ship
away from your reality
So you’re happy
as a servant
as a nurse
as a scapegoat
And you wait
for a plane ticket
an escape
from your illness.
Your head splits open to the white meat
and she takes you
away from the wreckage of your ship
away from your reality
So you’re happy
as a servant
as a nurse
as a scapegoat
And you wait
for a plane ticket
an escape
from your illness.
713 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 8:13pm
19th Sep 2012 8:13pm
Gemini
Deep amethyst flowering bud of wisdom,
discriminating beauty cloaked in pain-
sharp teeth gnaw her grieving heart, vexing
as clouds gather drowning acid rain.
This
magic golden umbrella poises itself precisely,
here are soft white feathered downy quilts
and ointments of solace.
(One does not notice the Sun so much, if it never rains.)
discriminating beauty cloaked in pain-
sharp teeth gnaw her grieving heart, vexing
as clouds gather drowning acid rain.
This
magic golden umbrella poises itself precisely,
here are soft white feathered downy quilts
and ointments of solace.
(One does not notice the Sun so much, if it never rains.)
702 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 8:10pm
19th Sep 2012 8:10pm
dancer
magic with the glitter the twirl of a girl
bright lights big stage
you feel her heart on her face
same page
this is the pouring of soul and scent
glowing illusion vision of goddess
desire her flesh (vagina flesh, brain flesh)
your wish is not her desire.
bright lights big stage
you feel her heart on her face
same page
this is the pouring of soul and scent
glowing illusion vision of goddess
desire her flesh (vagina flesh, brain flesh)
your wish is not her desire.
751 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 4:44am
19th Sep 2012 4:44am
jesus (pronounced hay-soose)
Are we not adorned in the silken flesh of Jehovah himself?
Are we rude
Do we degrade him
with our lack of grammar
Is he a man
does he have hair
I would like to watch him shit.
“We are made in his image.”
Are we rude
Do we degrade him
with our lack of grammar
Is he a man
does he have hair
I would like to watch him shit.
“We are made in his image.”
522 reads
1 Comment
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