Submissions by daphnest
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Of all the things I planned to do this morning, writing overtook me. A psychic bleed on electronic pages covered with typeface symbols. What they stand for is as disturbing as what I'm about to do next: Go outside.
DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 6:00pm
1st Nov 2011 6:00pm
Bad Juju
I dance…
An angry dance on blistered toes though
Abandoned and neglected still I dance.
The drum beating voodoo rhythms in
Masqueraded possession. I don’t know
This demon. But she is me. And will be
forever. Eyes roll back into a dimension
That knows no time – boundless but knows
Me. Intimately raped and torn open with
Spears, but no blood spills for my possessor
Has no blood to spill. Yes. I am her. Absolute.
My name is universal. I need no name to be.
My heart is of softened death. I need not a
Drop of blood to breathe. My eyes see...
An angry dance on blistered toes though
Abandoned and neglected still I dance.
The drum beating voodoo rhythms in
Masqueraded possession. I don’t know
This demon. But she is me. And will be
forever. Eyes roll back into a dimension
That knows no time – boundless but knows
Me. Intimately raped and torn open with
Spears, but no blood spills for my possessor
Has no blood to spill. Yes. I am her. Absolute.
My name is universal. I need no name to be.
My heart is of softened death. I need not a
Drop of blood to breathe. My eyes see...
725 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 8:27am
1st Nov 2011 8:27am
An Un-American Dream
There are those, I know them, who still
Dream of good fences, fine back yards
With friendly neighbors who manicure
Lawns and drive shiny cars with freshly
Pressed clothes. They dream of happy
Babies who grow into obedient soccer-
Playing children. They dream of successful
Husbands who stay fit and are kind, mostly.
And these are good dreams. For them. For
Me, this is a fucking nightmare. I would rather
Beat my head in with a block until my brains
Leak out of my skull, leaving a damp, sticky,
Smelly mess. My dream is far less familiar.
...
Dream of good fences, fine back yards
With friendly neighbors who manicure
Lawns and drive shiny cars with freshly
Pressed clothes. They dream of happy
Babies who grow into obedient soccer-
Playing children. They dream of successful
Husbands who stay fit and are kind, mostly.
And these are good dreams. For them. For
Me, this is a fucking nightmare. I would rather
Beat my head in with a block until my brains
Leak out of my skull, leaving a damp, sticky,
Smelly mess. My dream is far less familiar.
...
810 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 1:41pm
31st Oct 2011 1:41pm
2011
Never to be lived again not the same
way. Something different to betray past
and habitual harm. Returning only as
memories like sticky candy or the smell
of rain on hot pavement.
Sizzle.
Excitement in opportunities,
possibilities not thought of, heard
of or yet imagined – clouds of promises
un-kept until the paper packages open
beneath injured thumbs.
Revealing.
A disciplined mind, body but wild
spirits previously contained, freed
among the overused stuff, tattered
after too many years of misuse and
angry and...
way. Something different to betray past
and habitual harm. Returning only as
memories like sticky candy or the smell
of rain on hot pavement.
Sizzle.
Excitement in opportunities,
possibilities not thought of, heard
of or yet imagined – clouds of promises
un-kept until the paper packages open
beneath injured thumbs.
Revealing.
A disciplined mind, body but wild
spirits previously contained, freed
among the overused stuff, tattered
after too many years of misuse and
angry and...
702 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 1:39pm
31st Oct 2011 1:39pm
Arise
Dewy garden leaves, the dawn
kisses the morning for early risers
who courageously notice the breath
of creation.
Color palates in shades of divinity, reach
through to stir imagination and create our
days.
The front yard's magic just beyond
the door. It's time to begin.
Inspired creation.
kisses the morning for early risers
who courageously notice the breath
of creation.
Color palates in shades of divinity, reach
through to stir imagination and create our
days.
The front yard's magic just beyond
the door. It's time to begin.
Inspired creation.
762 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 00:43am
31st Oct 2011 00:43am
Myself: as a portrait of everybody
Higher the mind wanders to cloud
formations communicating wind and
alter egos swarming in webs of chaos
Living in noise and rambling through
market places - life strains to differentiate
with purposeful stares, taking in the
movement
A universe of untold stories trapped in
heads wrapped in bright colored bows
and unsent letters written in sand. Lovers
soar in twilight then turn their masked droned
faces to greet the new day - oneness
Morphing between two and back into one
relationships repeating lessons unlearned for
this life....
formations communicating wind and
alter egos swarming in webs of chaos
Living in noise and rambling through
market places - life strains to differentiate
with purposeful stares, taking in the
movement
A universe of untold stories trapped in
heads wrapped in bright colored bows
and unsent letters written in sand. Lovers
soar in twilight then turn their masked droned
faces to greet the new day - oneness
Morphing between two and back into one
relationships repeating lessons unlearned for
this life....
608 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 11:34pm
30th Oct 2011 11:34pm
Trial
Rivalry of the head, a laughable
act of war waged on thought
and silent action.
Your Honor, it is unforgivable and
irrational and scandalous and...
that you should put on trial my
thoughts and their bloody results, which
sleep soundly
For what of consequences? The
apparatus has nothing to engrave but
humiliation and hardship. So the driving
ambition and legacy of judicial lunacy
hold America strong.
No head or scholarly art exist in the trial
from the first seeds of conflict to the
end of the performance. Ideal...
act of war waged on thought
and silent action.
Your Honor, it is unforgivable and
irrational and scandalous and...
that you should put on trial my
thoughts and their bloody results, which
sleep soundly
For what of consequences? The
apparatus has nothing to engrave but
humiliation and hardship. So the driving
ambition and legacy of judicial lunacy
hold America strong.
No head or scholarly art exist in the trial
from the first seeds of conflict to the
end of the performance. Ideal...
987 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 5:30am
30th Oct 2011 5:30am
Hammered
Savory, smoky, chilled acid
sloshing on chipped rocks
diluting only for the tongue.
The head winks at the strength.
Again and again, repeating
the fluid motion from bar
to parched lips, collecting
glasses aside while angles
and demons silenced their
chirping mouths. For once.
Movement is daunting. A
spellbinding act as a feathered
body is forced to carry a thick
frozen head about. Inevitably,
it lands on the floor. Thud!
Head aches. But I can’t feel
my hands.
Slowly discovering my lower
limbs, the puppet...
sloshing on chipped rocks
diluting only for the tongue.
The head winks at the strength.
Again and again, repeating
the fluid motion from bar
to parched lips, collecting
glasses aside while angles
and demons silenced their
chirping mouths. For once.
Movement is daunting. A
spellbinding act as a feathered
body is forced to carry a thick
frozen head about. Inevitably,
it lands on the floor. Thud!
Head aches. But I can’t feel
my hands.
Slowly discovering my lower
limbs, the puppet...
981 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 5:28am
30th Oct 2011 5:28am
Liquid Breathing
Diving under majestic waters
The jellyfish swarm translucent
Dreaming in hues of blues and
White lacy backgrounds as a
Backdrop to wonders in a new world
Popping corals and clownfish and
Sea anemones and voluminous
Plankton clouding yet invisible to
The eye as daylight illuminates
Shallow depths. A lifetime of beauty
Captured in a drop—life on an ocean’s
Floor.
If I could live beneath the waves
A calming essence of mineraly
Saline to inhale the wonder and
Untold tales of dreams captured
By myriad daydreamers who toss...
The jellyfish swarm translucent
Dreaming in hues of blues and
White lacy backgrounds as a
Backdrop to wonders in a new world
Popping corals and clownfish and
Sea anemones and voluminous
Plankton clouding yet invisible to
The eye as daylight illuminates
Shallow depths. A lifetime of beauty
Captured in a drop—life on an ocean’s
Floor.
If I could live beneath the waves
A calming essence of mineraly
Saline to inhale the wonder and
Untold tales of dreams captured
By myriad daydreamers who toss...
854 reads
2 Comments
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