Submissions by dysfunctionalheart (Mark Anthony)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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when violets rise
It is pleasant when violets appear
and the sweet one (who longs for my heart)
mingles to the serenader of lips that shall not part
as new life scurries and sways to a dawn so near
selfless in the absence of a quiet endure
she dreams in false propensities of a risen star
bashfully securing the fear of hope (as so far)
where ignorance wilts the silhouette of morning grandeur
It is unpleasant when violets disappear
and the once sweet one (who separated our heart)
no longer mingles, nor hears the song of surrender (in any part)
as old life...
and the sweet one (who longs for my heart)
mingles to the serenader of lips that shall not part
as new life scurries and sways to a dawn so near
selfless in the absence of a quiet endure
she dreams in false propensities of a risen star
bashfully securing the fear of hope (as so far)
where ignorance wilts the silhouette of morning grandeur
It is unpleasant when violets disappear
and the once sweet one (who separated our heart)
no longer mingles, nor hears the song of surrender (in any part)
as old life...
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2 Comments
i wrote her on the wall
I wrote her on the wall
in permanent black marker
and fresh peppermint whisper
every word felt the stains
of unfolded time and the hurt
of non-scented love
I wrote her on the wall today
in gentle lower case
and punctuated flesh
every moment pronounced
and defined in cursive tones
of heart and uncensored soul
in permanent black marker
and fresh peppermint whisper
every word felt the stains
of unfolded time and the hurt
of non-scented love
I wrote her on the wall today
in gentle lower case
and punctuated flesh
every moment pronounced
and defined in cursive tones
of heart and uncensored soul
665 reads
5 Comments
when dandelions call
dandelions call me
by my first name
they calm the winds
and soothe the trees
they paint the mountains
and cleanse the seas
then repair all the beautiful
that they see within the wilds of me
by my first name
they calm the winds
and soothe the trees
they paint the mountains
and cleanse the seas
then repair all the beautiful
that they see within the wilds of me
659 reads
4 Comments
The Beauty of Someday
I stumble
In pretend where
Beautiful slides beyond
My mirror
Unwashed by sudden rain
That drips me in southern
Tears which hold
My weeping breath
Imagine
Shadows fading without
The shattered dust
Of an overflowing moon
The want of someday
Takes my smiles
Along the tracks
Into the stainless station
Where I wish her to be
Spotless
With imperfection tattooed
On her tongue
That wiggles at the mere
Sight of the void
That has become me
Without her kiss
...
In pretend where
Beautiful slides beyond
My mirror
Unwashed by sudden rain
That drips me in southern
Tears which hold
My weeping breath
Imagine
Shadows fading without
The shattered dust
Of an overflowing moon
The want of someday
Takes my smiles
Along the tracks
Into the stainless station
Where I wish her to be
Spotless
With imperfection tattooed
On her tongue
That wiggles at the mere
Sight of the void
That has become me
Without her kiss
...
737 reads
5 Comments
an unspoilt moon
trees are all planted
flowers expand in their bloom
you rest your weariness
beneath an unspoilt moon
nestled by a calm sea
dreams wrap you in me
whispered rain washes away
imperfect shades of aridity
flowers expand in their bloom
you rest your weariness
beneath an unspoilt moon
nestled by a calm sea
dreams wrap you in me
whispered rain washes away
imperfect shades of aridity
677 reads
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to my breath
To My Breath
you are the one..
hand in hand dancing
with the wind and
enticing the rain
to be more inviting
you escape me only
to wrap yourself
around toes, thighs,
arms and the frisson
of lonely and pouted lips
you enhanced the thrill
of notions that linger
in particles of sound
that wave to the shores
in echoes of “please take me home”
you are the one..
hand in hand dancing
with the wind and
enticing the rain
to be more inviting
you escape me only
to wrap yourself
around toes, thighs,
arms and the frisson
of lonely and pouted lips
you enhanced the thrill
of notions that linger
in particles of sound
that wave to the shores
in echoes of “please take me home”
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traveling
I take the path
that offers little
resistance-just enough
though to slightly
alter my planned course
The route is besieged
with many treasures
that a man finds to be
of beauty laced in erotic
energies that propel one
closer to the desired destination
I follow the wanton course
until movement halts but
motion shall just begin
as I hug each curve and turn
that was caressingly felt
with all the weight that I am
The drive takes me over
the breasts of porcelain land
with such eloquence...
that offers little
resistance-just enough
though to slightly
alter my planned course
The route is besieged
with many treasures
that a man finds to be
of beauty laced in erotic
energies that propel one
closer to the desired destination
I follow the wanton course
until movement halts but
motion shall just begin
as I hug each curve and turn
that was caressingly felt
with all the weight that I am
The drive takes me over
the breasts of porcelain land
with such eloquence...
828 reads
4 Comments
i am november
I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well
I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong its darkness
I am January, 5 days since you first said
my full name without a word being spoken
As my ice dispenses a single drop
unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo
I am February, too soon to whisper
three words into your untested by me ears...
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well
I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong its darkness
I am January, 5 days since you first said
my full name without a word being spoken
As my ice dispenses a single drop
unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo
I am February, too soon to whisper
three words into your untested by me ears...
934 reads
2 Comments
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