Submissions by charlieandcat (kieran)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 9:04am
22nd Jan 2014 9:04am
Expectations
everybody is rushing past me
into their future
and I’m left
here
staring
at them
wondering if
it’s even worth it.
© Charlie, May 2013
into their future
and I’m left
here
staring
at them
wondering if
it’s even worth it.
© Charlie, May 2013
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 9:02am
22nd Jan 2014 9:02am
The Ambos
Our ambulance has just been dispatched.
I wonder who we’re saving tonight.
Another name, another number-
Another day at the job really.
Heat beat in time with the siren,
It’s just a shame the patient’s isn’t.
They were unconscious on the floor,
“Just thought he was sleepin’!”
Then the best part: kicking cars out of the way
To your left, move over, let us through
On the quick drive to the hospital.
And there’s always a sneak car
Hitching a ride behind us past the traffic.
Ambos really do get a bad rap-
It’s not like we enjoy scraping...
I wonder who we’re saving tonight.
Another name, another number-
Another day at the job really.
Heat beat in time with the siren,
It’s just a shame the patient’s isn’t.
They were unconscious on the floor,
“Just thought he was sleepin’!”
Then the best part: kicking cars out of the way
To your left, move over, let us through
On the quick drive to the hospital.
And there’s always a sneak car
Hitching a ride behind us past the traffic.
Ambos really do get a bad rap-
It’s not like we enjoy scraping...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 9:03am
23rd Dec 2013 9:03am
For You
You asked me to count the horizon
and though I didn’t know what I was looking for
or how long it would take,
I did.
You cried into my shoulder
pleading evermore for mercy from them
so I took you in my arms, cradled you;
I did.
You glanced through me as just a man
as I held strong with compassion
and saw back all I could.
I did.
You told truth through the blankets
I anchored you in to keep your life
from waning and your shadow away,
I did.
You wrote line upon line about nothing
but a day and I knew what I...
and though I didn’t know what I was looking for
or how long it would take,
I did.
You cried into my shoulder
pleading evermore for mercy from them
so I took you in my arms, cradled you;
I did.
You glanced through me as just a man
as I held strong with compassion
and saw back all I could.
I did.
You told truth through the blankets
I anchored you in to keep your life
from waning and your shadow away,
I did.
You wrote line upon line about nothing
but a day and I knew what I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 8:05am
20th Dec 2013 8:05am
Show Your Scars
A soft white line shines in the light,
reflecting a memory onto his face.
It’s crescent shaped and raised to my
curious fingertips as they move along.
A prominent couple of angry red punctures
catch my eye and the returning glance is indifferent.
It’s worn proud and unashamed in a way
challenging my own fair freckled complexion.
A precise line ruled onto her chest
accepts the pain in pursuit of life.
It’s a prerequisite for her glowing survivor smile,
blurring the edges with their hope and love.
An irregular hardened patch glowing...
reflecting a memory onto his face.
It’s crescent shaped and raised to my
curious fingertips as they move along.
A prominent couple of angry red punctures
catch my eye and the returning glance is indifferent.
It’s worn proud and unashamed in a way
challenging my own fair freckled complexion.
A precise line ruled onto her chest
accepts the pain in pursuit of life.
It’s a prerequisite for her glowing survivor smile,
blurring the edges with their hope and love.
An irregular hardened patch glowing...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 8:03am
20th Dec 2013 8:03am
Dog Tags
There she appeared
Ghost like
To my semi-conscious self.
I heard sound but words
were lost
on my compromised hearing.
She reached out and took
my hand;
warm with a cool weight pressed tight.
I fell into a jerky, uncertain and
confused slumber
then waking far too early.
My sleepless night spent
in ignorance
with superficial distractions around.
The uneventful morning was a
calm before
the storm of a few little words.
An innocent question unleashed
a flood
of raw emotion over my body....
Ghost like
To my semi-conscious self.
I heard sound but words
were lost
on my compromised hearing.
She reached out and took
my hand;
warm with a cool weight pressed tight.
I fell into a jerky, uncertain and
confused slumber
then waking far too early.
My sleepless night spent
in ignorance
with superficial distractions around.
The uneventful morning was a
calm before
the storm of a few little words.
An innocent question unleashed
a flood
of raw emotion over my body....
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 4:19am
26th Nov 2013 4:19am
Straight Lines
Straight lines litter my body,
pain captured in a single moment
which radiates like a flare.
They point and they ask but
who'll care. Who asked?
Straight lines decorate my arms,
broken shards of trust that
ripped into my flesh.
I can't help what I did;
they didn't help when I did.
Straight lines flood my thighs
amidst the words carved red.
That intimacy reserved for
the nurse who stitched me up,
and the boy who stole my pride.
Straight lines ironically drawn
in a battle of worlds. Between my
straight self...
pain captured in a single moment
which radiates like a flare.
They point and they ask but
who'll care. Who asked?
Straight lines decorate my arms,
broken shards of trust that
ripped into my flesh.
I can't help what I did;
they didn't help when I did.
Straight lines flood my thighs
amidst the words carved red.
That intimacy reserved for
the nurse who stitched me up,
and the boy who stole my pride.
Straight lines ironically drawn
in a battle of worlds. Between my
straight self...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Nov 2013 4:00am
26th Nov 2013 4:00am
The Rope
I
Warmth streaming onto my face, a light body nestled into mine. Her face pure and expectant, mine creased in sleep. I need not open my eyes for the sensation of slack to envelope me. Holding this fragile rope for a moment I see hints of my future: beyond the past I neglected and the ties I cut loose. I let go and allow the rope to pool around my body, securing me here next to my daughter.
II
The mindless aspiring dreams fade to a numb melody of breaths, each capturing a fraction of the world and delivering it express into my throat. A burst of a southerly catches fast,...
Warmth streaming onto my face, a light body nestled into mine. Her face pure and expectant, mine creased in sleep. I need not open my eyes for the sensation of slack to envelope me. Holding this fragile rope for a moment I see hints of my future: beyond the past I neglected and the ties I cut loose. I let go and allow the rope to pool around my body, securing me here next to my daughter.
II
The mindless aspiring dreams fade to a numb melody of breaths, each capturing a fraction of the world and delivering it express into my throat. A burst of a southerly catches fast,...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 5:48am
24th Nov 2013 5:48am
72 Days
In seventy-one days you could break a habit.
Or learn a language, start
a new hobby, pick up guitar, ride a
camel, get a tattoo, meet
The One, discover the enlightened, hike
a mountain, tame the lions,
eat a crocodile,
write a book, read the Bible, convert
to vegetarianism, eat a jar of
Nutella, lose 10 kilos, gain
a million bucks, get a promotion, compose
a hit song, raise wolves,
… famous … be…
love…
do
…
but in seventy-one days
all I did was occupy
a hospital bed.
© Charlie 2013
Or learn a language, start
a new hobby, pick up guitar, ride a
camel, get a tattoo, meet
The One, discover the enlightened, hike
a mountain, tame the lions,
eat a crocodile,
write a book, read the Bible, convert
to vegetarianism, eat a jar of
Nutella, lose 10 kilos, gain
a million bucks, get a promotion, compose
a hit song, raise wolves,
… famous … be…
love…
do
…
but in seventy-one days
all I did was occupy
a hospital bed.
© Charlie 2013
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2013 5:47am
24th Nov 2013 5:47am
A Drop of Blood
A drop of blood is equal to ten thousand tears
shed late at night and in toilet cubicles,
silently cried and covered by that smile and a simple
I’m okay.
A drop of blood is equal to a hundred taunting children
in the schoolyard where insults are thrown
and they say as if it were easy,
Get over it.
A drop of blood is equal to two argumentative parents,
who’s screaming words echo through you head
and reinforce the same old, same old
This family is a mistake.
A drop of blood is equal to a thousand skinny models
parading through...
shed late at night and in toilet cubicles,
silently cried and covered by that smile and a simple
I’m okay.
A drop of blood is equal to a hundred taunting children
in the schoolyard where insults are thrown
and they say as if it were easy,
Get over it.
A drop of blood is equal to two argumentative parents,
who’s screaming words echo through you head
and reinforce the same old, same old
This family is a mistake.
A drop of blood is equal to a thousand skinny models
parading through...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2013 8:18am
22nd Nov 2013 8:18am
Smile Darling
There’s this girl I know.
She’ll be eighteen soon
but she certainly doesn’t show it.
She’ll smile and her whole face will light up
and she will fool you into thinking
she’s perfectly okay.
Then on the inside buried deep down
there’s this thing that consumes her
but you’ll never see her frown.
I’ve been there and now I know her well,
I’ve seen her trapped in her own personal hell.
It killed me to see her in that place.
I was already dead but that cut me raw.
I’d see her with that smile on her face
and...
She’ll be eighteen soon
but she certainly doesn’t show it.
She’ll smile and her whole face will light up
and she will fool you into thinking
she’s perfectly okay.
Then on the inside buried deep down
there’s this thing that consumes her
but you’ll never see her frown.
I’ve been there and now I know her well,
I’ve seen her trapped in her own personal hell.
It killed me to see her in that place.
I was already dead but that cut me raw.
I’d see her with that smile on her face
and...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2013 11:17pm
23rd Oct 2013 11:17pm
The Flow of Writing
The flow of writing is like a stream following the bends of the
land. It is where nature is still prevailing and the grown out
trees still hang over the moving water, while moss has grown
thick on the exposed rocks. It is like the leaves on a deciduous
tree- words falling every so often but then a gust of wind sweeps
them up again into a new pattern; a new story. The tree regrows
and more words are added to the vast collection of ideas,
stories, legends and novels throughout the land. Writing is
letting your soul free from the judgemental voices of...
land. It is where nature is still prevailing and the grown out
trees still hang over the moving water, while moss has grown
thick on the exposed rocks. It is like the leaves on a deciduous
tree- words falling every so often but then a gust of wind sweeps
them up again into a new pattern; a new story. The tree regrows
and more words are added to the vast collection of ideas,
stories, legends and novels throughout the land. Writing is
letting your soul free from the judgemental voices of...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2013 9:03am
7th Oct 2013 9:03am
Trial and Error
I have tried to die.
I have tried to leave.
I have tried to stop.
I have tried to end.
I have tried to jump.
I have tried life.
I have tried help.
I have tried hospital.
I have tried therapy.
I have tried medication.
And now I am tired.
© 2013 Charlie
I have tried to leave.
I have tried to stop.
I have tried to end.
I have tried to jump.
I have tried life.
I have tried help.
I have tried hospital.
I have tried therapy.
I have tried medication.
And now I am tired.
© 2013 Charlie
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