Submissions by cold_fusion
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i tried
r a i n iii
death
with a thousand cuts
true
to bring down
a tree
you don't need
an axe
a rain
of a thousand tiny knives
shall do
the tree
never knew
neither
it's place
nor
it's strength
thanks
to the rain
it does
now
the rain
fell
tree
did not
the rain
failed
next time
dear rain
bring on
the tomahawks
with a thousand cuts
true
to bring down
a tree
you don't need
an axe
a rain
of a thousand tiny knives
shall do
the tree
never knew
neither
it's place
nor
it's strength
thanks
to the rain
it does
now
the rain
fell
tree
did not
the rain
failed
next time
dear rain
bring on
the tomahawks
687 reads
no altar
i won't
put
you on the pedestal
for i am
no worshipper
walk along
we will
and we will
walk along
time
is the ultimate wealth
and forever
thankful
i will be
as we sat
sipping coffee
taking in
the scenery
the thoughts
ran wild
yet
our feet
were touching the ground
excitement
is the flashiest
ingredient
in the recipe
called love
yet
pain
longing
are the most overpowering
...
put
you on the pedestal
for i am
no worshipper
walk along
we will
and we will
walk along
time
is the ultimate wealth
and forever
thankful
i will be
as we sat
sipping coffee
taking in
the scenery
the thoughts
ran wild
yet
our feet
were touching the ground
excitement
is the flashiest
ingredient
in the recipe
called love
yet
pain
longing
are the most overpowering
...
726 reads
5 Comments
certainty
certainty
is soothing
calming
the antidote
to anxiety
death
is but certain
then
why
the anxiety?
is soothing
calming
the antidote
to anxiety
death
is but certain
then
why
the anxiety?
591 reads
15 Comments
some poems are never to be published
i wrote a poem
on the sands
of the beach
just when
the tide was out
this was
without a doubt
my shout
out loud
calling you
baring your name
for the sky to see
for the land to feel
and the ocean
to keep
on the sands
of the beach
just when
the tide was out
this was
without a doubt
my shout
out loud
calling you
baring your name
for the sky to see
for the land to feel
and the ocean
to keep
789 reads
6 Comments
have vs have not
so what
i have
a sworn enemy
at least
i have someone
with a 'my' in front
life
would be pale
and bland
if sorrow
never existed
i have
a sworn enemy
at least
i have someone
with a 'my' in front
life
would be pale
and bland
if sorrow
never existed
561 reads
6 Comments
silence
silence
he said
was the best poem
never appreciated
problem
he doesn't see
is silence
is mute
and sometimes
denial of existence
is also
non-mentioning
of facts
come on
dear brother
words are tools
they mean business
shouldn't be made
personal
he said
was the best poem
never appreciated
problem
he doesn't see
is silence
is mute
and sometimes
denial of existence
is also
non-mentioning
of facts
come on
dear brother
words are tools
they mean business
shouldn't be made
personal
755 reads
10 Comments
humans cannot fly
little did she know
that humans
cannot fly
she dreamt
of one day
doing just that
and that too
with him
so they left
for the cliff top
so they leapt
and fly they did
soaring high
over the valleys
circling for while
above the homes
they left behind
till they came back
hovering over
their last belongings
which they dropped
when
they took the leap
those belongings
now badly out of shape
a mangled
yet...
that humans
cannot fly
she dreamt
of one day
doing just that
and that too
with him
so they left
for the cliff top
so they leapt
and fly they did
soaring high
over the valleys
circling for while
above the homes
they left behind
till they came back
hovering over
their last belongings
which they dropped
when
they took the leap
those belongings
now badly out of shape
a mangled
yet...
625 reads
10 Comments
echo
they met
every saturday
at the edge of the town
in the meadows
for two years
without fail
then came the occasion
when
she had to leave town
with her mother
she had
let him know
a week
in advance
and pleaded him
not to visit the woods
in any hope against hope
she left town
he left home
headed
for the meadows
and the echo
of her name
reverberated
the whole afternoon
for him
reality
was beyond belief
the past two...
every saturday
at the edge of the town
in the meadows
for two years
without fail
then came the occasion
when
she had to leave town
with her mother
she had
let him know
a week
in advance
and pleaded him
not to visit the woods
in any hope against hope
she left town
he left home
headed
for the meadows
and the echo
of her name
reverberated
the whole afternoon
for him
reality
was beyond belief
the past two...
715 reads
11 Comments
a broken man has nothing to offer
he sat
on the park bench
resting his head
between the palms
of his hands
elbows dug
into his thighs
a child enthusiastically asks
"wanna be our goalkeeper?
there's one short on our side"
he stayed unmoved
face, void of reaction
let alone an emotion
the children looked
at each other
bemused
left him alone
shaking their heads
as they moved
all he could see
and feel
was
the tinnitus ...
on the park bench
resting his head
between the palms
of his hands
elbows dug
into his thighs
a child enthusiastically asks
"wanna be our goalkeeper?
there's one short on our side"
he stayed unmoved
face, void of reaction
let alone an emotion
the children looked
at each other
bemused
left him alone
shaking their heads
as they moved
all he could see
and feel
was
the tinnitus ...
667 reads
10 Comments
bliss
he jumped
off the ship
in ocean deep
the turbulence
on surface
reflected
not only the grey
yet the deep
is what
he seeked
for it held
the calm
he leaped
limbs tied
toes first
broke
the tension
sinking slowly
taking it in
being in it
long
beautiful
blue
bliss
before
the cold
black
blank.
off the ship
in ocean deep
the turbulence
on surface
reflected
not only the grey
yet the deep
is what
he seeked
for it held
the calm
he leaped
limbs tied
toes first
broke
the tension
sinking slowly
taking it in
being in it
long
beautiful
blue
bliss
before
the cold
black
blank.
564 reads
6 Comments
carbon cycle
a million years late
matters not
the time
has come
let's go
home
whilst
this form
lasts
our journey
is stored
in our
atomic memory
before
we depart
and meet again
after
the next big-bang
in time
space dust
is you
is me
matters not
the time
has come
let's go
home
whilst
this form
lasts
our journey
is stored
in our
atomic memory
before
we depart
and meet again
after
the next big-bang
in time
space dust
is you
is me
632 reads
6 Comments
life & art
Life:
a preparation for death
where you finally rest
your words do not
your works do not
that
is only
if
you lived art.
a preparation for death
where you finally rest
your words do not
your works do not
that
is only
if
you lived art.
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14 Comments
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