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.
ANGER POEM
Published
15th May 2013 2:37pm
15th May 2013 2:37pm
I'm a Woman Now
cannibal slopes, eh?
you think i write unearthly diaries and catatonic sex stories?
You don't know me.
you think cuz i wear my celtic stitches around my throat
and kiss a tree's roots that I'm the new Gaia?
I might wear a dress and shake hands with a nigga's hand down the street, doesn't mean I'm a whore
or spit brackish poems to your sun and faithless god of command,
I'll show you who i am,
I'm that wrathful little girl you stole and tore,
I gave that legless old man a dream for his next life,
and i killed that classic rock kid from the...
you think i write unearthly diaries and catatonic sex stories?
You don't know me.
you think cuz i wear my celtic stitches around my throat
and kiss a tree's roots that I'm the new Gaia?
I might wear a dress and shake hands with a nigga's hand down the street, doesn't mean I'm a whore
or spit brackish poems to your sun and faithless god of command,
I'll show you who i am,
I'm that wrathful little girl you stole and tore,
I gave that legless old man a dream for his next life,
and i killed that classic rock kid from the...
780 reads
12 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th May 2013 3:06am
14th May 2013 3:06am
Tangent
Hot water and green tangent
A line I so defy
Strontium out black and wet,
silky tar cat
with one wing,
I laughed
at your attempt to obliterate me,
don't you know that I bore the songs of innocence
and came back with a faithful void
and a six figured offspring?
Tangent, I see.
The next god is supplementarily out of luck.
I'll just spit your cradle of bile.
Dear lover, weak zen,
did anyone ever tell you?
You're supposed to decimate
the...
A line I so defy
Strontium out black and wet,
silky tar cat
with one wing,
I laughed
at your attempt to obliterate me,
don't you know that I bore the songs of innocence
and came back with a faithful void
and a six figured offspring?
Tangent, I see.
The next god is supplementarily out of luck.
I'll just spit your cradle of bile.
Dear lover, weak zen,
did anyone ever tell you?
You're supposed to decimate
the...
707 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2013 1:51am
8th May 2013 1:51am
Flidais
Can you talk to a mute sky?
Does this second person speak the message any less?
I only know black feathers, and astrology that was patched to my ears,
miracles occur? yes.
Though I could never hear
A rare random descent of a different channel of wind, and I gave my wing to a now distant mercury,
trojan clouds seep through the slit in my heart and the breathing isn't so hard anymore.
I gave light to shed my tears,
and it gave me wisdom,
but the darkness never failed me in the least amount as many
Orions failed to hand me a spare spear.
Does this second person speak the message any less?
I only know black feathers, and astrology that was patched to my ears,
miracles occur? yes.
Though I could never hear
A rare random descent of a different channel of wind, and I gave my wing to a now distant mercury,
trojan clouds seep through the slit in my heart and the breathing isn't so hard anymore.
I gave light to shed my tears,
and it gave me wisdom,
but the darkness never failed me in the least amount as many
Orions failed to hand me a spare spear.
674 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
8th May 2013 1:33am
8th May 2013 1:33am
Bloody Valance
You violent tenticle
Skeptical yet hollowless
I only know a pathless, loveless, pathos Fuhrer
Your valance is my other skin
Ash, sugar, come poke and stir
The eloquence shines so evidently
my dear,
A pearl rolled this way
Knocked my foot out of fulcrum,
where I thought you stood still
A queendom in me shouts
she misses her silver Andromeda
And Zen could no longer dilate
in this torn fabric
Your rain never soaked me long enough
A cautious Medusa stabs my mantle, I drink a blood...
Skeptical yet hollowless
I only know a pathless, loveless, pathos Fuhrer
Your valance is my other skin
Ash, sugar, come poke and stir
The eloquence shines so evidently
my dear,
A pearl rolled this way
Knocked my foot out of fulcrum,
where I thought you stood still
A queendom in me shouts
she misses her silver Andromeda
And Zen could no longer dilate
in this torn fabric
Your rain never soaked me long enough
A cautious Medusa stabs my mantle, I drink a blood...
621 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2013 00:27am
7th May 2013 00:27am
Blood Bees
With blood bees heeding her thigh
she sits in duck water. " I know that if I'm just a goldfish,
doesn't mean I vow to never learn how to fly", and the truth never annihilated her.
To say she never sacrificed at least
one current upon this well
would be a lie.
A suitor sat on the high rim of her well and kissed her with a brackish essence.
The womb carried no longer.
She bled no magic.
And the man broke his wrist for hers. Dear Goddesss, gathered teh courage to stand before a man.
A species that had always been the prime...
she sits in duck water. " I know that if I'm just a goldfish,
doesn't mean I vow to never learn how to fly", and the truth never annihilated her.
To say she never sacrificed at least
one current upon this well
would be a lie.
A suitor sat on the high rim of her well and kissed her with a brackish essence.
The womb carried no longer.
She bled no magic.
And the man broke his wrist for hers. Dear Goddesss, gathered teh courage to stand before a man.
A species that had always been the prime...
749 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th May 2013 11:39pm
6th May 2013 11:39pm
Unto thee...
Goddess unto thee,
Goddess unto thee,
Goddess unto thee,
I mark that the atrocious sunset attempted to save me, its a comedic setback,
a dry salvage and a wet seam.
I could die in a spit of wind and be gifted a dolphin's lung,
but love will grant me nothing
Goddess unto thee,
Goddess unto thee,
I mark that the atrocious sunset attempted to save me, its a comedic setback,
a dry salvage and a wet seam.
I could die in a spit of wind and be gifted a dolphin's lung,
but love will grant me nothing
782 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 8:47pm
30th Apr 2013 8:47pm
Waterboarded Haiku
The keys are the only promise,
every note a scyscraper.
I need an artist.
An artist to love
every note a scyscraper.
I need an artist.
An artist to love
779 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 1:04am
21st Apr 2013 1:04am
Hydro
Do you value the chain?
It's tail in high water?
Swift wings and a camel's glory?
All in one toe,
silky green, manic smoke,
a gift to my purple lungs,
When you fall asleep,
I'll hide inside your mind,
It's grace and a devouring in there
I grant u a pipe, seduce the sand
Would you chew the faithful?
The bulimics? The hotep disciples?
The fateful?
It's tail in high water?
Swift wings and a camel's glory?
All in one toe,
silky green, manic smoke,
a gift to my purple lungs,
When you fall asleep,
I'll hide inside your mind,
It's grace and a devouring in there
I grant u a pipe, seduce the sand
Would you chew the faithful?
The bulimics? The hotep disciples?
The fateful?
883 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 3:27pm
19th Apr 2013 3:27pm
Your Point is?
I care less about the god of Ignorance peep- Tom-ing me under a bean stalk.
In one gathering,
I'm aware of just one sensation,
that even the frigidity of the after sex ignores,
an undying Faust hiding in my lymph nodes.
In one gathering,
I'm aware of just one sensation,
that even the frigidity of the after sex ignores,
an undying Faust hiding in my lymph nodes.
630 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2013 3:46pm
18th Apr 2013 3:46pm
I Think I'm a Black Widow
There was blood in the pit
Boiling carcass, look,
there's bombing fluid in my drawer.
I guess
I caress
the zombie of my days
Alive and well, bitter taste of hunger
What the fuck was I thinking?
That you could have loved me.
The only faith
in this cosmos is that EVERYTHING is mortal.
Kingdom wretched
The crown loosened you off these rails of mine.
Introduce you to the floor.
Forbidden to web " I HATE YOU NOW".
You did love me.
You loved this dead woman cold.
I felt your puritans...
Boiling carcass, look,
there's bombing fluid in my drawer.
I guess
I caress
the zombie of my days
Alive and well, bitter taste of hunger
What the fuck was I thinking?
That you could have loved me.
The only faith
in this cosmos is that EVERYTHING is mortal.
Kingdom wretched
The crown loosened you off these rails of mine.
Introduce you to the floor.
Forbidden to web " I HATE YOU NOW".
You did love me.
You loved this dead woman cold.
I felt your puritans...
702 reads
4 Comments
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