Submissions by dichotomy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
So tell me, how do you feel?
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2020 6:52am
16th Dec 2020 6:52am
hoarder
turning through the moments
there’s nothing here
nothing of substance
only shadows
echos
scraps
but still i collect
there’s nothing here
nothing of substance
only shadows
echos
scraps
but still i collect
#TruthOfLife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2020 3:44am
31st Jul 2020 3:44am
Crumbs
Odd
the things that stay with us
the bits of others we absorb
for comfort
for punishment
emotional talisman
giving or taking
depending on the day
or the night
where or when we’re at
at that moment
the things that stay with us
the bits of others we absorb
for comfort
for punishment
emotional talisman
giving or taking
depending on the day
or the night
where or when we’re at
at that moment
#relationships
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jul 2020 6:11am
9th Jul 2020 6:11am
Mix tape
We met for the first time
again
all those years ago
in a dorm
Do you remember?
I heard you first
your tunes
They were mine
All of them
even the ones I hadn’t heard yet
That is how you found me
how I knew it was you
again
Always too brief
our time together apart
Notes and beats
scattered across aeons
Find me
Again
again
all those years ago
in a dorm
Do you remember?
I heard you first
your tunes
They were mine
All of them
even the ones I hadn’t heard yet
That is how you found me
how I knew it was you
again
Always too brief
our time together apart
Notes and beats
scattered across aeons
Find me
Again
#birth
#death
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Apr 2020 7:33am
21st Apr 2020 7:33am
return
coming back into sometime
crepuscular glow’s direction uncertain
sickening spinning
at last fades to a whirl
tempo idles in this moment
it should feel like mercy
but i binge-eat the air
knowing there is too much time here to catch my breath
before i return
crepuscular glow’s direction uncertain
sickening spinning
at last fades to a whirl
tempo idles in this moment
it should feel like mercy
but i binge-eat the air
knowing there is too much time here to catch my breath
before i return
#shadows
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2014 5:48am
12th Oct 2014 5:48am
Maybe...
i can breathe now
it will rain tonight
i can still make it
it will wash out
i didn't mean it
i'll forget
death is just someplace else to be
i can fix it
socks aren't meant to mate for life
it was a dream
i can sleep now
Maybe not
it will rain tonight
i can still make it
it will wash out
i didn't mean it
i'll forget
death is just someplace else to be
i can fix it
socks aren't meant to mate for life
it was a dream
i can sleep now
Maybe not
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2014 2:19pm
27th May 2014 2:19pm
This night
On those sleepless nights,
the ones that stretch over years remembered,
your song sometimes seeps in.
The threat of rescue in it's chorus.
Poorly forgotten pain insulates against the ordeal of trust.
I will not let you feel the gratitude for the salvation you deliver.
It is temporary.
the ones that stretch over years remembered,
your song sometimes seeps in.
The threat of rescue in it's chorus.
Poorly forgotten pain insulates against the ordeal of trust.
I will not let you feel the gratitude for the salvation you deliver.
It is temporary.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Mar 2013 2:53am
19th Mar 2013 2:53am
unexpected
disheartening
i've lost the ability
to bring your face into focus
by will
at times
the image surfaces
spit forward
like a pop up
sudden
redirecting my attention
from what is
to then
you'd think i'd smile
recapturing your image
reliving
unexpected
i've lost the ability
to bring your face into focus
by will
at times
the image surfaces
spit forward
like a pop up
sudden
redirecting my attention
from what is
to then
you'd think i'd smile
recapturing your image
reliving
unexpected
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2012 9:14pm
18th Jun 2012 9:14pm
stuck
in here
introspection at its worst
suffocating
trappped
lost
hammering against the shell of my own skull
clawing at the backs of my eyes
echoing screams
no joy
no peace
no rest
only throbbing agony
duplicating the process
knowing the futility
occasionally a melody
a hand reaching
nothing more than castles before the tide
stuck repeating
repeating
repeating
can't lift the needle
only change the rpm
no doors for them to get in
no windows to slip out
crawl...
introspection at its worst
suffocating
trappped
lost
hammering against the shell of my own skull
clawing at the backs of my eyes
echoing screams
no joy
no peace
no rest
only throbbing agony
duplicating the process
knowing the futility
occasionally a melody
a hand reaching
nothing more than castles before the tide
stuck repeating
repeating
repeating
can't lift the needle
only change the rpm
no doors for them to get in
no windows to slip out
crawl...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2012 4:22am
31st Mar 2012 4:22am
Weed
Not beautiful but alive.
Clawing through mud and dark.
Thunder marking time,
stars denoting placement.
Awaiting morning's light
and respite from this dankness.
Perhaps left unmolested
a chance to flourish.
Even weeds may blossom.
Clawing through mud and dark.
Thunder marking time,
stars denoting placement.
Awaiting morning's light
and respite from this dankness.
Perhaps left unmolested
a chance to flourish.
Even weeds may blossom.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 3:50am
10th Mar 2012 3:50am
My Place
It's funny, but i can't be sure how i got here.
I mean, the adress was never widely advertised.
Or even why i took up residence.
It's not particularly comfortable, after all.
The only chair is hard, not even an armrest.
Every surface reflective.
No draperies to speak of.
Anyone can look in - should they chose.
The neighborhood seems OK.
Sure, i read of a few thefts.
Viewed a couple of arguments.
But it's still a safe haven for many.
Resale, in this case, certainly seems implausable.
But i'm good with that - it was never my...
I mean, the adress was never widely advertised.
Or even why i took up residence.
It's not particularly comfortable, after all.
The only chair is hard, not even an armrest.
Every surface reflective.
No draperies to speak of.
Anyone can look in - should they chose.
The neighborhood seems OK.
Sure, i read of a few thefts.
Viewed a couple of arguments.
But it's still a safe haven for many.
Resale, in this case, certainly seems implausable.
But i'm good with that - it was never my...
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STORY POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 7:14pm
3rd Mar 2012 7:14pm
Sleep
Invading dreams, disrupting slumber. Get out!
Trampling repose without remorse. Stop.
Relentlessly forced into subconscious. (fight).
Pushing forward indifferent to opposition. Please...
Reaching tentatively outward to embrace. Maybe...
Gentley washing away aprehension. (yeild).
Begging pardon for encroaching. OK.
Retreating gradually from awareness. Stay!
Trampling repose without remorse. Stop.
Relentlessly forced into subconscious. (fight).
Pushing forward indifferent to opposition. Please...
Reaching tentatively outward to embrace. Maybe...
Gentley washing away aprehension. (yeild).
Begging pardon for encroaching. OK.
Retreating gradually from awareness. Stay!
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 4:26pm
26th Feb 2012 4:26pm
Surrogate
The desire they held for each other
was not supposed to be.
The appetite i had for them
was insatiable for me.
I was a willing participant,
a surrogate of sorts,
i let them use my body
for their licentious sports.
While he refused to touch her body
and she dare not touch his
my own was not restricted
to either of these twins.
Each had me while the other watched,
imagining together
until the day their shame crept in
and broke our bond forever.
Can you really blame a girl
for submitting to her desires...
was not supposed to be.
The appetite i had for them
was insatiable for me.
I was a willing participant,
a surrogate of sorts,
i let them use my body
for their licentious sports.
While he refused to touch her body
and she dare not touch his
my own was not restricted
to either of these twins.
Each had me while the other watched,
imagining together
until the day their shame crept in
and broke our bond forever.
Can you really blame a girl
for submitting to her desires...
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