Submissions by clio13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing poetry. whether dark, about time, philosophical, respect, justice.....though I still desire for honest critique to be an excellent writer.
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 11:55pm
23rd Jul 2013 11:55pm
You can see me
You can see me dear woodsman,nude and dominant
where there's rebirth, there is also promise.
Steel tree is my fellow nuisance, nymph mode is slightly gracious and I wake up on a
lamb-coat of no shame,
furred and non-wilted, words of reprieve and intelligence,
feminine only once more, I think I see the vibrations of a high shriek in my bath, can't hold it in forever. "I forgive you wet seam".
No more will this comfort shout silently in a hole,
No longer will I try to crack in my hood of bone.
I'm the woman who's feet never touches the ground.
I...
where there's rebirth, there is also promise.
Steel tree is my fellow nuisance, nymph mode is slightly gracious and I wake up on a
lamb-coat of no shame,
furred and non-wilted, words of reprieve and intelligence,
feminine only once more, I think I see the vibrations of a high shriek in my bath, can't hold it in forever. "I forgive you wet seam".
No more will this comfort shout silently in a hole,
No longer will I try to crack in my hood of bone.
I'm the woman who's feet never touches the ground.
I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 11:54pm
23rd Jul 2013 11:54pm
Limbo like this
Your'e a band, a girdle, a limbus braid
almost golden, shade of infant, mouth of hydro candy, pass it on,
lip to soul
I shall unloose, Give me your war, Manscape
More earth than a red Adam,
abstract and greatly unappreciated , see?
Human and mercurial
So limbo like this,
sexed out and cool,
I think the sun and dirt agrees,
that there's no stick exist between myself and myself.
almost golden, shade of infant, mouth of hydro candy, pass it on,
lip to soul
I shall unloose, Give me your war, Manscape
More earth than a red Adam,
abstract and greatly unappreciated , see?
Human and mercurial
So limbo like this,
sexed out and cool,
I think the sun and dirt agrees,
that there's no stick exist between myself and myself.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 00:09am
19th Jul 2013 00:09am
Condensed
There's always a promise of rebirth
for a plastic temple,
the soft self repaired and dominant.
Y.O.L.O., I'll make it one hell of a perfect fucking time.
The sickness is newness
like muscle milk for a deceased baby,
a candy piper on his bib,
music lays on the ground unheavy with long legs, tangled laurels upon the spine, hair of reprisal,
a golden setback. I think I can love once more.
for a plastic temple,
the soft self repaired and dominant.
Y.O.L.O., I'll make it one hell of a perfect fucking time.
The sickness is newness
like muscle milk for a deceased baby,
a candy piper on his bib,
music lays on the ground unheavy with long legs, tangled laurels upon the spine, hair of reprisal,
a golden setback. I think I can love once more.
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2013 11:14pm
16th Jul 2013 11:14pm
Cholera
Cholera
She swam through me like a crustacean
a water lamia that was sale-fish and unworn.
She took my skin, blood thick, "you can have 'tis bound flesh'
my soulmate is still unborn.
She swam through me like a crustacean
a water lamia that was sale-fish and unworn.
She took my skin, blood thick, "you can have 'tis bound flesh'
my soulmate is still unborn.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2013 6:09pm
16th Jul 2013 6:09pm
MONSTER
My rubber duck catapulted itself, no more in the dreams of mine,
the water, the bubbles soaking the tile,
every square must be a polygon illusion
for this reality.
Guess you can stay I'm still breathing.
It came to me in the light,
the door was already open,
the warning wasn't overheard, my shepherd called me a liar.
There's no darkness here!
Screaming the crazies,
Screaming I'M crazy,
I'm not.
Maybe everyone else is ill.
It came to me, non deliberate,non-animous
but a warning.
Wasn't sure of his growls...
the water, the bubbles soaking the tile,
every square must be a polygon illusion
for this reality.
Guess you can stay I'm still breathing.
It came to me in the light,
the door was already open,
the warning wasn't overheard, my shepherd called me a liar.
There's no darkness here!
Screaming the crazies,
Screaming I'M crazy,
I'm not.
Maybe everyone else is ill.
It came to me, non deliberate,non-animous
but a warning.
Wasn't sure of his growls...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 5:24pm
8th Jul 2013 5:24pm
Fever
Always so unsure,
but not when the wheat is white
and my hair is spun in the silkiest of silk
just given a tar bath and wrenched of my heart's own kind.
I think not.
Pensive and generous.
Thee had no compensation
for fornicating me into my world.
I have to admit, my element never lies to me
Guess the goddess is real, and she spit water in my dreams. Begging for me to
wake up, gods are after me.
The energy, my soul was a ticket of
gold, thee is just seven of wands. Now I've...
but not when the wheat is white
and my hair is spun in the silkiest of silk
just given a tar bath and wrenched of my heart's own kind.
I think not.
Pensive and generous.
Thee had no compensation
for fornicating me into my world.
I have to admit, my element never lies to me
Guess the goddess is real, and she spit water in my dreams. Begging for me to
wake up, gods are after me.
The energy, my soul was a ticket of
gold, thee is just seven of wands. Now I've...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 4:44pm
8th Jul 2013 4:44pm
Mickey
O' the cravings of the mind
give me one and i'll oblige, every woman has her potion
,
but i have to find a glimpse from my shatters,
though it's not me at all,
it's sobriety.
And his four tongues lie to me for a little while, and my woman begs to see me.
I ignore.
Give a god an embrace
and shove his gold where only happiness can
stand it.
The plane takes off. It's just me in
sky ranting on and on. And she says she wants
me too well.
I'm still alone.
I'm still...
give me one and i'll oblige, every woman has her potion
,
but i have to find a glimpse from my shatters,
though it's not me at all,
it's sobriety.
And his four tongues lie to me for a little while, and my woman begs to see me.
I ignore.
Give a god an embrace
and shove his gold where only happiness can
stand it.
The plane takes off. It's just me in
sky ranting on and on. And she says she wants
me too well.
I'm still alone.
I'm still...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2013 8:52am
29th Jun 2013 8:52am
Her Time Machine
She said she's got a time machine called sui generis.
The Lazarus mode of administrative thought.
The light is a prepubescent moth,
young and willing. Which like me, i really don't give a fuck about.
She's in my head,
a supreme muse,
nymph mode,
i hit the sheets and stay under the
waves where the water can't hear me with a
pan maker between my legs.
I hear the sound of motion,
that steady and quivering child in my mentality
brutalized and talking incessantly
like a coffin rock,
like...
The Lazarus mode of administrative thought.
The light is a prepubescent moth,
young and willing. Which like me, i really don't give a fuck about.
She's in my head,
a supreme muse,
nymph mode,
i hit the sheets and stay under the
waves where the water can't hear me with a
pan maker between my legs.
I hear the sound of motion,
that steady and quivering child in my mentality
brutalized and talking incessantly
like a coffin rock,
like...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2013 4:47am
27th Jun 2013 4:47am
Imperative
Gather notion
its only imperative to constructivism
Your problems aren't problems at all
Just an idea through organizational religion that I'd like to sever,
and sew through your knees,
walk on the world's hellish ideas,
and excuses to have no mercy for my totems.
Mother nature is really pissed,
Mankind is just a morsel
Tempests only agree, fuck your rationalizations
Society, groups and all you weaklings who find it imperative to need to credence in something other than yourselves,
The floors and Fate that kept me...
its only imperative to constructivism
Your problems aren't problems at all
Just an idea through organizational religion that I'd like to sever,
and sew through your knees,
walk on the world's hellish ideas,
and excuses to have no mercy for my totems.
Mother nature is really pissed,
Mankind is just a morsel
Tempests only agree, fuck your rationalizations
Society, groups and all you weaklings who find it imperative to need to credence in something other than yourselves,
The floors and Fate that kept me...
836 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 11:53pm
26th Jun 2013 11:53pm
Plus Order
Your sense of order drags me down
What if humanity established their own sense of reliquinshment?
What if we taught ourselves to rebel the imperative of nurishment?
See where I am?
A lifetime of no god or goddess except to believe in myself
was the only kingdom I knew
A forklift away from hell had me shivering in my own fetal caress.
An out of body experience, and i was sputtering on and on in my head like I've never been close to death a million times before.
But this is the last millionth time you are going to...
What if humanity established their own sense of reliquinshment?
What if we taught ourselves to rebel the imperative of nurishment?
See where I am?
A lifetime of no god or goddess except to believe in myself
was the only kingdom I knew
A forklift away from hell had me shivering in my own fetal caress.
An out of body experience, and i was sputtering on and on in my head like I've never been close to death a million times before.
But this is the last millionth time you are going to...
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