Submissions by cjflier
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Somebody Save Me
Sitting in the corner, on a mattress on the floor, with
Only a silhouette of a bluebird on the wall as company,
Minutes, days, months creep by with
Every distant quarterly chime; an agonizing reminder
By an apathetic timepiece that a past did exist
Outside this purgatory, only to emerge
During fleeting moments of lucidness between doses
Yet to be administered.
Somewhere in the nebulous recesses of my mind,
Amidst the foggy synaptic cleft between neurons,
Vying for my attention, dreams and memories struggle to
Emerge; grappling with...
Only a silhouette of a bluebird on the wall as company,
Minutes, days, months creep by with
Every distant quarterly chime; an agonizing reminder
By an apathetic timepiece that a past did exist
Outside this purgatory, only to emerge
During fleeting moments of lucidness between doses
Yet to be administered.
Somewhere in the nebulous recesses of my mind,
Amidst the foggy synaptic cleft between neurons,
Vying for my attention, dreams and memories struggle to
Emerge; grappling with...
681 reads
9 Comments
A Zombie's Life
Fingernail scratches on the walls
shuffling footsteps in the halls,
blank stares
no one cares
when you're stumbling dead
through Life's wares,
where blind eyes don't see
this zombie they made to be,
drugged brain
I'M GOING INSANE!!
left to exist
on another plane.
shuffling footsteps in the halls,
blank stares
no one cares
when you're stumbling dead
through Life's wares,
where blind eyes don't see
this zombie they made to be,
drugged brain
I'M GOING INSANE!!
left to exist
on another plane.
1566 reads
2 Comments
Atone With...
At the edge of the water
beneath the tree
a Lotus awakens;
ochre petals spreading wide,
Its roots reaching
through the ground,
Its stalk stretching
towards the sky
sending Its radiance
in all directions -
swaying with the breeze,
neither resisting nor surrendering;
with focused awarness
It feels worms crawling
through the soil
like feathers across skin,
and ants marching with
elephants' feet;
It hears the sound of butterflies
fluttering with bats' wings,
the wind, a choir of...
beneath the tree
a Lotus awakens;
ochre petals spreading wide,
Its roots reaching
through the ground,
Its stalk stretching
towards the sky
sending Its radiance
in all directions -
swaying with the breeze,
neither resisting nor surrendering;
with focused awarness
It feels worms crawling
through the soil
like feathers across skin,
and ants marching with
elephants' feet;
It hears the sound of butterflies
fluttering with bats' wings,
the wind, a choir of...
611 reads
6 Comments
Isn't it Funny...
Isn't it funny...
how people will only drive 45 mph
in a 55 zone, but will do 50 in a 40?
Isn't it funny...
how people will object to the price
of gas and dependence on foreign oil,
yet still buy big cars and drive fast?
Isn't it funny...
how people will search for days, weeks,
or years, to find the perfect car, home,
rate, mate, and will not spend a lick
of time to seek out the true nature of
their beliefs, values, faiths?
Isn't it funny...
...
how people will only drive 45 mph
in a 55 zone, but will do 50 in a 40?
Isn't it funny...
how people will object to the price
of gas and dependence on foreign oil,
yet still buy big cars and drive fast?
Isn't it funny...
how people will search for days, weeks,
or years, to find the perfect car, home,
rate, mate, and will not spend a lick
of time to seek out the true nature of
their beliefs, values, faiths?
Isn't it funny...
...
808 reads
2 Comments
Top Cats
See the Little Mice
scamper through the maze;
day in and day out looking
for their daily piece of bread;
around corners,
avoiding dead ends,
a beehive of beady eyes
and twitching noses,
a sea of color, waves of fur
searching the labyrinth;
their reward - the Big Cheese.
- Meanwhile -
See the Fat Cats
sitting on The Hill
looking down, eyeing the frenzy
with lip-smacking eagerness,
washing and primping the fur
on their Garfieldian bellies;
bloated from their gluttonous feasting,
waiting to pounce again...
scamper through the maze;
day in and day out looking
for their daily piece of bread;
around corners,
avoiding dead ends,
a beehive of beady eyes
and twitching noses,
a sea of color, waves of fur
searching the labyrinth;
their reward - the Big Cheese.
- Meanwhile -
See the Fat Cats
sitting on The Hill
looking down, eyeing the frenzy
with lip-smacking eagerness,
washing and primping the fur
on their Garfieldian bellies;
bloated from their gluttonous feasting,
waiting to pounce again...
611 reads
2 Comments
People Need to Listen
People need to listen.
Listen to the birds,
Listen to the trees,
Listen to the bugs, the flowers,
the bees.
Listen to the grass,
Listen to the rocks,
Listen to the wind, the clouds,
the flocks.
People need to listen.
Listen to the young,
Listen to the old,
Listen to the timid and
the bold.
Listen to the weak,
Listen to the strong,
Listen when it's short and
listen when it's long.
People need to listen.
Listen to the questions,
Listen for the answers,
Listen...
Listen to the birds,
Listen to the trees,
Listen to the bugs, the flowers,
the bees.
Listen to the grass,
Listen to the rocks,
Listen to the wind, the clouds,
the flocks.
People need to listen.
Listen to the young,
Listen to the old,
Listen to the timid and
the bold.
Listen to the weak,
Listen to the strong,
Listen when it's short and
listen when it's long.
People need to listen.
Listen to the questions,
Listen for the answers,
Listen...
673 reads
2 Comments
We are Drowning
We are drowning
In the sea of life.
Waves crashing all around,
Only our heads above water;
A hand raised high,
Reaching and searching for a solution.
Rescue!
Five fingers... grasping!
We are drowning in the waves of misery;
Waves of sadness;
Our emptiness.
We are drowning in the waves of fear;
Of superstitions;
Of greed;
In blood!
We are drowning in our wants and
desires;
Our selfishness, our self-righteousness, gluttony.
Lust!
Lust for bigger.
Lust for flashier. ...
In the sea of life.
Waves crashing all around,
Only our heads above water;
A hand raised high,
Reaching and searching for a solution.
Rescue!
Five fingers... grasping!
We are drowning in the waves of misery;
Waves of sadness;
Our emptiness.
We are drowning in the waves of fear;
Of superstitions;
Of greed;
In blood!
We are drowning in our wants and
desires;
Our selfishness, our self-righteousness, gluttony.
Lust!
Lust for bigger.
Lust for flashier. ...
749 reads
5 Comments
Haiku - The Path
A path to guide him
Through dead trees and leaves he runs
A bench ahead, rest.
Through dead trees and leaves he runs
A bench ahead, rest.
556 reads
0 Comments
I Want Off
(my winning entry in the "Creepy Carnival" contest)
I want out of this circus.
Barnum & Bailey's now
Cooger & Dark's.
Fun filled entertainment
twisted hellishly abhorent.
Youthful enthusiasm
turned aged realism.
Clowns; rolling and tumbling,
bright colored costumes,
big red noses, painted faces.
Petty Thieves!
distracting antics; picking pockets,
sheep's clothing, growing noses,
sinister grins.
Colorful balloons; rainbows on twine, ...
I want out of this circus.
Barnum & Bailey's now
Cooger & Dark's.
Fun filled entertainment
twisted hellishly abhorent.
Youthful enthusiasm
turned aged realism.
Clowns; rolling and tumbling,
bright colored costumes,
big red noses, painted faces.
Petty Thieves!
distracting antics; picking pockets,
sheep's clothing, growing noses,
sinister grins.
Colorful balloons; rainbows on twine, ...
588 reads
2 Comments
I Would Rather be a Heathen
I would rather be a Heathen
and live life in the present,
than be religious and live in
fear of the past.
I would rather be a Heathen
and gaze at a bird - wings
outstretched and soaring free,
than gawk at a lifeless man,
arms splayed and impaled to
a dead tree.
I would rather be a Heathen
and listen to the soothing voices
of brooks and breezes,
than pay heed to a self-proclaimed,
self-righteous, arrogant orator
of superstitious rhetoric.
I would rather be a Heathen ...
and live life in the present,
than be religious and live in
fear of the past.
I would rather be a Heathen
and gaze at a bird - wings
outstretched and soaring free,
than gawk at a lifeless man,
arms splayed and impaled to
a dead tree.
I would rather be a Heathen
and listen to the soothing voices
of brooks and breezes,
than pay heed to a self-proclaimed,
self-righteous, arrogant orator
of superstitious rhetoric.
I would rather be a Heathen ...
883 reads
6 Comments
Flying Blind
I often feel like that lonely, outcast,
little bird flying in the middle of
the night, in the middle of the city...
whose circadian rhythm is all
fucked up from the 24/7 barrage of
a million decibels, millions of
kilowatts, and ceasless motion
rising from the earth below;
in a confusing world in which it
tries to survive, hurtling itself
through the fridgid air of night, at
breakneck speed, bobbing and
weaving anxiously, yet unable to
avoid the cacophonic shockwaves
assailing it from every direction;
in disorienting...
little bird flying in the middle of
the night, in the middle of the city...
whose circadian rhythm is all
fucked up from the 24/7 barrage of
a million decibels, millions of
kilowatts, and ceasless motion
rising from the earth below;
in a confusing world in which it
tries to survive, hurtling itself
through the fridgid air of night, at
breakneck speed, bobbing and
weaving anxiously, yet unable to
avoid the cacophonic shockwaves
assailing it from every direction;
in disorienting...
790 reads
4 Comments
A Computer (acrostic poem)
A computer is a...
Contemporary piece of
Outrageously damaging
Machinery
Perverting its
Users
To
Exclude
Reality
Contemporary piece of
Outrageously damaging
Machinery
Perverting its
Users
To
Exclude
Reality
#technology
#acrostic
3462 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by cjflier