Submissions by charlieandcat (kieran)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 7:44am
5th Sep 2013 7:44am
How do you nap
when your thoughts flow as a flood
but your lids heavy
with the exhaustion of
your world?
when you can't quite find
the comfortable tangle of
sweaty legs and soothing blankets
as well as Teddy?
when you're calm and dozing
but cannot for the life
of you remember how it is
you switch to unconscious?
when your head hits the pillow fast
but gradually that one line
of light moves to exactly
face-, then eye-level?
I do not know,
but one may persist
and be successful in their napping
endeavours
...
but your lids heavy
with the exhaustion of
your world?
when you can't quite find
the comfortable tangle of
sweaty legs and soothing blankets
as well as Teddy?
when you're calm and dozing
but cannot for the life
of you remember how it is
you switch to unconscious?
when your head hits the pillow fast
but gradually that one line
of light moves to exactly
face-, then eye-level?
I do not know,
but one may persist
and be successful in their napping
endeavours
...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 7:42am
5th Sep 2013 7:42am
Caught in a Rip
A stream of questions
flows into the mighty river
of fast flowing debris
and toxic rapids stirring up my sanity.
There’s a clear spring here somewhere
bubbling fresh strength
into the rough and tumble ride
but mere drops escape through.
It’s the forecasted shower
that turns to a relentless flood
circling and spinning to frustration
behind the eyes of my regret.
But it comes down to a simple blockage
trapping the lucid mixture
to overflowing between the ears and behind the heart
before they realise- a little raft won’t...
flows into the mighty river
of fast flowing debris
and toxic rapids stirring up my sanity.
There’s a clear spring here somewhere
bubbling fresh strength
into the rough and tumble ride
but mere drops escape through.
It’s the forecasted shower
that turns to a relentless flood
circling and spinning to frustration
behind the eyes of my regret.
But it comes down to a simple blockage
trapping the lucid mixture
to overflowing between the ears and behind the heart
before they realise- a little raft won’t...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 9:13am
29th Aug 2013 9:13am
It Makes Me Wonder
What if the world wasn’t really round,
And the moon was never found?
Would we fear the crushing fall,
Or even know of it at all?
What if yin was actually yang,
And that love, no great pang?
Could we still live with ourselves,
All emotion off the shelves?
What if happy equalled sad,
And the sufferers weren’t all mad?
Would we accept it our darkness,
And grace all them heartless?
What if sweet was weirdly sour,
Would life’s lemons then empower?
Could we swap dinner for dessert,
And our waistbands stay unhurt?
...
And the moon was never found?
Would we fear the crushing fall,
Or even know of it at all?
What if yin was actually yang,
And that love, no great pang?
Could we still live with ourselves,
All emotion off the shelves?
What if happy equalled sad,
And the sufferers weren’t all mad?
Would we accept it our darkness,
And grace all them heartless?
What if sweet was weirdly sour,
Would life’s lemons then empower?
Could we swap dinner for dessert,
And our waistbands stay unhurt?
...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 6:54am
29th Aug 2013 6:54am
Calm Nightmares
Calm nightmares but stormy dreams
thrashing wildly between these seams.
Where has my reality gone-
now there's a few when it should be one.
Thoughts racing past my sight
I've given up thinking; I have no fight.
What is left for me here?
I feel as though I've disappeared.
One by one my hope has left
and I can only assume it is for the best..
© Charlie 2013
thrashing wildly between these seams.
Where has my reality gone-
now there's a few when it should be one.
Thoughts racing past my sight
I've given up thinking; I have no fight.
What is left for me here?
I feel as though I've disappeared.
One by one my hope has left
and I can only assume it is for the best..
© Charlie 2013
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 8:23am
28th Aug 2013 8:23am
Loyalty
You think your shadow
is always there with you,
that he’s the only one
who never leaves you
and you can always depend on him-
strong, comforting and solid.
But maybe you’re wrong;
he’s not there half the time,
leaving you in the pitch black night
when you need him most-
alone and upset-
he doesn't care.
But then maybe, just maybe,
he’s been there all this time
lurking in the darkness,
hiding your sensitive eyes from
the masses of pain all around you.
Maybe, just maybe, he was there all along
right beside you but you...
is always there with you,
that he’s the only one
who never leaves you
and you can always depend on him-
strong, comforting and solid.
But maybe you’re wrong;
he’s not there half the time,
leaving you in the pitch black night
when you need him most-
alone and upset-
he doesn't care.
But then maybe, just maybe,
he’s been there all this time
lurking in the darkness,
hiding your sensitive eyes from
the masses of pain all around you.
Maybe, just maybe, he was there all along
right beside you but you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 8:20am
28th Aug 2013 8:20am
The kids that don't say boo
This is the kids that
take to the grass not the swings.
Those are the ones that
hide in shadows of parents not trees.
These are the faces that
appear sparingly not questioning.
This is the child that
never says a word but to his parents.
These are the kids that
grow up to be anxiety ridden.
We are the kids that
despair and become the understudy.
We are the kids that
die slowly and quietly now.
We were the kids that
lost their voice then lost their life.
© Charlie 2013
take to the grass not the swings.
Those are the ones that
hide in shadows of parents not trees.
These are the faces that
appear sparingly not questioning.
This is the child that
never says a word but to his parents.
These are the kids that
grow up to be anxiety ridden.
We are the kids that
despair and become the understudy.
We are the kids that
die slowly and quietly now.
We were the kids that
lost their voice then lost their life.
© Charlie 2013
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 4:58am
23rd Aug 2013 4:58am
Write as if your life depends on it
Write as if your life depends on it”
they told me as free advice
and it wasn’t until then that I realised
how much I do hold onto writing;
that it’s kept me sane
in this infinite human uncertainty.
My life doesn’t quite stop without words,
though I depend on having them
alive long after myself,
rather than have it keeping me here.
As I write I am laying a foundation
for which I may contradict later
or use to quietly express my opinion.
It’s not that I will only be remembered by writing
rather my work will reflect myself
and give...
they told me as free advice
and it wasn’t until then that I realised
how much I do hold onto writing;
that it’s kept me sane
in this infinite human uncertainty.
My life doesn’t quite stop without words,
though I depend on having them
alive long after myself,
rather than have it keeping me here.
As I write I am laying a foundation
for which I may contradict later
or use to quietly express my opinion.
It’s not that I will only be remembered by writing
rather my work will reflect myself
and give...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 4:56am
23rd Aug 2013 4:56am
the Storm stopped and waited for Us
the Clouds lingered
to wait for you and I
and then it rained with
a flow of energy that I
would never forget, like
your body absorbing the
consciousness held in each
atom. I held on knowing
this time brighter, this
time stronger, this time
Ours. who seemed so
alive at that positivity
but you and I? the
Year christened 'now'
offered but a slice of
the pi that consumed
our world; where super-
ficial attraction lingered
sweetly out of reach;
we no longer needed,
...
to wait for you and I
and then it rained with
a flow of energy that I
would never forget, like
your body absorbing the
consciousness held in each
atom. I held on knowing
this time brighter, this
time stronger, this time
Ours. who seemed so
alive at that positivity
but you and I? the
Year christened 'now'
offered but a slice of
the pi that consumed
our world; where super-
ficial attraction lingered
sweetly out of reach;
we no longer needed,
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 10:43am
16th Aug 2013 10:43am
Daisy
I take these scars with me-
I take them where ever I go.
and if I happen to meet you there
I’ll show you each and every one.
You’ll see my story printed out thin
and you’ll notice how I scraped through.
Then I’d pick you out a daisy
and remark how pretty it is to have survived
up til now in this heartless world.
And then you’ll roll up your sleeves
and we will match like puzzle pieces
drawn together by an accident of love.
I’ll watch as we pull tight the covers
and protect our healing souls from them-
the world of tiny moments and...
I take them where ever I go.
and if I happen to meet you there
I’ll show you each and every one.
You’ll see my story printed out thin
and you’ll notice how I scraped through.
Then I’d pick you out a daisy
and remark how pretty it is to have survived
up til now in this heartless world.
And then you’ll roll up your sleeves
and we will match like puzzle pieces
drawn together by an accident of love.
I’ll watch as we pull tight the covers
and protect our healing souls from them-
the world of tiny moments and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 10:42am
16th Aug 2013 10:42am
Deaf Kids
If given the chance to become hearing
most deaf people would choose to remain deaf.”
‘Actions speak louder than words’-
Well for some of us it’s what we talk.
My back’s turned-
Don’t want to hear it.
What an original joke
Mouthing words at me,
Wow I forgot I couldn't hear.
Then some people try using
Over the top hand gestures
To make a simple message-
It’s called hearing aids.
Oh so you speak sign language?
Sure do.
Hey I have a cousin whose friend
Lost her hearing once with an ear infection!...
most deaf people would choose to remain deaf.”
‘Actions speak louder than words’-
Well for some of us it’s what we talk.
My back’s turned-
Don’t want to hear it.
What an original joke
Mouthing words at me,
Wow I forgot I couldn't hear.
Then some people try using
Over the top hand gestures
To make a simple message-
It’s called hearing aids.
Oh so you speak sign language?
Sure do.
Hey I have a cousin whose friend
Lost her hearing once with an ear infection!...
537 reads
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