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.
SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 11:06pm
21st Feb 2013 11:06pm
Manic
Have you ever whispered
poetry in hot water?
I promise, you'll never be cold again.
poetry in hot water?
I promise, you'll never be cold again.
749 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 11:05pm
21st Feb 2013 11:05pm
Sleeping Monster
Its catatonic isn't it?
The skyscrapers in your eyes?
The will that resist from within? Winter is shaking the cage
screaming, with hair in her face.
It's all a blast if you ask me
I could drown right now, if the sun doesn't mind
The skyscrapers in your eyes?
The will that resist from within? Winter is shaking the cage
screaming, with hair in her face.
It's all a blast if you ask me
I could drown right now, if the sun doesn't mind
678 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 6:20pm
6th Feb 2013 6:20pm
Sarcophagus
O' thou sanctus,
dead language, alive to bees
Rumming wings to the very stones of nothingness
A coffin maker for every skin
Skin...
Thou needest renovatio
Renavatio thou needs
Give me thy heart
Give me thy stripes
Give me... thy stanza to consume
this flesh, intestines define the digestive grace
Tell me, tell me,
Art thou the Ruler
of hunger?
The fire is the cure
The fire is the cure, who would
...
dead language, alive to bees
Rumming wings to the very stones of nothingness
A coffin maker for every skin
Skin...
Thou needest renovatio
Renavatio thou needs
Give me thy heart
Give me thy stripes
Give me... thy stanza to consume
this flesh, intestines define the digestive grace
Tell me, tell me,
Art thou the Ruler
of hunger?
The fire is the cure
The fire is the cure, who would
...
745 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 6:06pm
6th Feb 2013 6:06pm
Tempera
Tempera,
you give me false colors
Squeezing the bird, poor soul from
my roots
Your rose scratches this bark
Tempera,
Round thorns, you white sheep; white as sleet,
I see you plain as day
Why do you claim red pigment
yet you bleed gray?
Ha. I see
my wood before the knife
I see the cut before its slit.
Though,
I want to see how many lies you can come up with.
you give me false colors
Squeezing the bird, poor soul from
my roots
Your rose scratches this bark
Tempera,
Round thorns, you white sheep; white as sleet,
I see you plain as day
Why do you claim red pigment
yet you bleed gray?
Ha. I see
my wood before the knife
I see the cut before its slit.
Though,
I want to see how many lies you can come up with.
782 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 3:12pm
24th Jan 2013 3:12pm
The Other Eye
There was a crash
from afar,
the shatter of I, me , another queen
with a sailor standing on a cliff
holding a stolen eye
There was a bard
I finally found
lost in the old momentums,
then queen broke his lying mirror lustfully
and taught him to defy
to see clearer
The mind being made of glass
he saw and held,
Is taught him to believe
that I rather be dead than
revel in being, closeminded, because
thee must be dead to the world.
Dear bard
my other poet, you are found now,
my other eye, Came has Come...
from afar,
the shatter of I, me , another queen
with a sailor standing on a cliff
holding a stolen eye
There was a bard
I finally found
lost in the old momentums,
then queen broke his lying mirror lustfully
and taught him to defy
to see clearer
The mind being made of glass
he saw and held,
Is taught him to believe
that I rather be dead than
revel in being, closeminded, because
thee must be dead to the world.
Dear bard
my other poet, you are found now,
my other eye, Came has Come...
742 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 7:31pm
23rd Jan 2013 7:31pm
Clockmaker
Weaving broken asteroids
You’d think that’s raw and impossible
You’d think I was insane
No.
I’ve shoveled your rocks for the longest hour.
Patience and waiting to pull a nebulae’s
Shell back is commonly absurd.
I used to shout for God,
Buy my skies became overwhelmed; formidable
Shooting Tasmanian clouds at me,
These clouds severed truths
Of my childhood.
You dare to call me young and dumb,
But dull is the new age of solemn.
No.
I’ve shoveled your rocks for the longest hour
You...
You’d think that’s raw and impossible
You’d think I was insane
No.
I’ve shoveled your rocks for the longest hour.
Patience and waiting to pull a nebulae’s
Shell back is commonly absurd.
I used to shout for God,
Buy my skies became overwhelmed; formidable
Shooting Tasmanian clouds at me,
These clouds severed truths
Of my childhood.
You dare to call me young and dumb,
But dull is the new age of solemn.
No.
I’ve shoveled your rocks for the longest hour
You...
826 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 7:28pm
23rd Jan 2013 7:28pm
My name is Poison
A glock only carries math
There’s a city in my deltoid,
Shouting it means nothing now, but once it was
everything.
Ruling and changing.
Absence of void.
There’s no potion for this type of sickness
The worksheet in front of my begs
For I am chosen
I have no words
Mouthful of lead, my name is poison
My lies put me in this fire
There’s a lost building in my eyes
Tall yet filled with vacant portals
Time is a newborn, delicacy is benign
You know when you look back and...
There’s a city in my deltoid,
Shouting it means nothing now, but once it was
everything.
Ruling and changing.
Absence of void.
There’s no potion for this type of sickness
The worksheet in front of my begs
For I am chosen
I have no words
Mouthful of lead, my name is poison
My lies put me in this fire
There’s a lost building in my eyes
Tall yet filled with vacant portals
Time is a newborn, delicacy is benign
You know when you look back and...
765 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 4:23pm
13th Dec 2012 4:23pm
New Body
Blood is a fixture, see?
I mistaked her for a watercolor
Dear artists , false paintjobs are death squads
for the truth
She dwells
a serious plague, the heart is only a temple
And Athens creek sits beside thee
spoiling her needs,
splitting my hairs like a faithful cancer
I look at Blood, Thee
and couldn't believe I can
shed, the heart
pops,
brackish
and undone once...
I mistaked her for a watercolor
Dear artists , false paintjobs are death squads
for the truth
She dwells
a serious plague, the heart is only a temple
And Athens creek sits beside thee
spoiling her needs,
splitting my hairs like a faithful cancer
I look at Blood, Thee
and couldn't believe I can
shed, the heart
pops,
brackish
and undone once...
728 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 6:07pm
15th Nov 2012 6:07pm
Moltened Down
Moltened down
Sat holding many thoughts
The Buddha is weary
and says Nirvana has failed reincarnation
though I be still
the creeks,
and creep upon his bracelets
his septum reflects
how the bricks bear my tarnishings
Pure, but rusty
Kissing obsidian dragons
and therefore the spirit grows old, teeth of coal
biting and sucking wonders through a
fire-straw
I beg thee to
stab natural law in the eye,
and give its iris to me for
...
Sat holding many thoughts
The Buddha is weary
and says Nirvana has failed reincarnation
though I be still
the creeks,
and creep upon his bracelets
his septum reflects
how the bricks bear my tarnishings
Pure, but rusty
Kissing obsidian dragons
and therefore the spirit grows old, teeth of coal
biting and sucking wonders through a
fire-straw
I beg thee to
stab natural law in the eye,
and give its iris to me for
...
798 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 6:23pm
13th Nov 2012 6:23pm
Sculpture and Sacrifice
828 reads
4 Comments
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