Submissions by djmarciniak26
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I hope you enjoy this, because I can't do anything else.
Seaworthy
I was married; too young,
to a girl that should've
stayed a friend
I miss that about her now,
the friendship...
it sailed.
to a girl that should've
stayed a friend
I miss that about her now,
the friendship...
it sailed.
#emotions
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That girl
Where did you go?
That girl I knew
back when
She's a woman now
Haven't seen her in years
heard she got a kid.
That girl I knew
back when
She's a woman now
Haven't seen her in years
heard she got a kid.
#admiration
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Why?
Why did I run from you?
The feeling of love
Your hurt is the sorrow
that runs so deep
I don't have enough
blood to bleed.
The feeling of love
Your hurt is the sorrow
that runs so deep
I don't have enough
blood to bleed.
#love
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That last light
When summer light sets
beneath the trees
Asleep is the world,
untile you...
come back to me.
beneath the trees
Asleep is the world,
untile you...
come back to me.
#love
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Aware
Keenly aware of my aloneness,
a simple smile among
the maltitude.
Come what may
I'm still here, waiting
for the now.
a simple smile among
the maltitude.
Come what may
I'm still here, waiting
for the now.
#inspirational
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Rekindle
Exiled hearts return
Back home; the place your with me
With love's light aglow
Back home; the place your with me
With love's light aglow
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The cage
You know that lonely shadow that comes for you in the night.
The distant thought you can’t seem to place. A cage about
your mind that blinds you with bars of perception. Too afraid to
take the slave mask off and be free of its projection. Do know
that prison, do you know that plight?
The distant thought you can’t seem to place. A cage about
your mind that blinds you with bars of perception. Too afraid to
take the slave mask off and be free of its projection. Do know
that prison, do you know that plight?
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Color Bubbles
Color bubbles like blips of paint float on air. Each sparkling speckle flex, flux, concave, and erupt surrealist intention, here and there. Every dimension suspended by the projection of thought, through childlike and careless it is brought; to enthrall, to entertain us with cherished memories so sought. A perplexing paradigm of a paradox. They wobble and wiggle in rainbow spectrum fascination. Merging every possibility into creation. Can you see them too? It’s easy, just use your imagination!
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Origami
Origami in the trees. They bend and fold the leaves. Flying ships that float and sink and slowly drift down below the canopy. Tiny animals that crawl and leap from the hand and mind of the folder’s dream. Gigantic gorilla Buddhist atop the vast tree juggle forest mist, make magic with each crease and curve and twist. A delighted heart among natures sacred bliss.
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A Kiss
Kissing has no language
Simply lips on lips
One tongue caressing
another, and so a kiss...
Can not lie, always it
Speaks the truth
Whether in violent
burst of desperate
Passion...
Or a gentile mist
of sweet sorrow
engulfed regret,
Such a small
bit of flesh
encircling its
longing, its hope,
its horror, and
eternal love...
Onto someone else
No country alone
could bare the blame
...
Simply lips on lips
One tongue caressing
another, and so a kiss...
Can not lie, always it
Speaks the truth
Whether in violent
burst of desperate
Passion...
Or a gentile mist
of sweet sorrow
engulfed regret,
Such a small
bit of flesh
encircling its
longing, its hope,
its horror, and
eternal love...
Onto someone else
No country alone
could bare the blame
...
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The Water's Edge
In a dream I walked along a waters edge drifting as mist on the moor. Looking at the placid gift for what reflections had in store. None there I saw, save a lone heart felt throbbing like the stars. As night bled out its lucid black to cover me and bar...
My way back now lost, a midst the broken branches by the shore, where memories linger ever on, never traveling very far. Wandering in hope for home and love to come along and greet me with the dawn.
My way back now lost, a midst the broken branches by the shore, where memories linger ever on, never traveling very far. Wandering in hope for home and love to come along and greet me with the dawn.
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There there
There are sensations no less intense for being vague, and the study of beauty is one in which the artiest shrieks with terror before being overcome. This sums up certain sentiments made by a man hundreds of years before my birth, yet I feel them as intensely as if he had spoken them to me in person. To have more in common with the dead than the living, I think he felt that too.
There is some solace in solitude, in the practice of a gift no other can see but you. The hidden meaning behind most things bends itself back and shares a light it sheds on few others. Though no manner...
There is some solace in solitude, in the practice of a gift no other can see but you. The hidden meaning behind most things bends itself back and shares a light it sheds on few others. Though no manner...
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