Submissions by earthandbone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2017 1:43pm
29th Oct 2017 1:43pm
Sedentary
Restlessness plagues my
capillaries
Shuddering with the
westerly breeze
Every current
mix of molecules
disrupting the beat
of the tides
and my muscle
of a pulse under meat
Your fingers dig deep
into ancient teeth
Lay me down
in fat-bellied rounded rain
and grow tendrils into my
thirsty veins
Sweep me up
to a heap
in canopied kin
Pull me under
over
through your
silvery skin
Cough up your roots and
breathe me in
Vanilla ...
capillaries
Shuddering with the
westerly breeze
Every current
mix of molecules
disrupting the beat
of the tides
and my muscle
of a pulse under meat
Your fingers dig deep
into ancient teeth
Lay me down
in fat-bellied rounded rain
and grow tendrils into my
thirsty veins
Sweep me up
to a heap
in canopied kin
Pull me under
over
through your
silvery skin
Cough up your roots and
breathe me in
Vanilla ...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2017 9:15am
22nd Oct 2017 9:15am
Little Human Lives
Twenty three weeks is teetering life.
It is a blur of one who may yet become
but one who is not grown,
and is now balanced
between pulse
and earth.
Thick air will poke its way through sleepy lungs;
resistant to the world.
Tissue-paper membranes hold this
tender, tiny life,
scratched by soft blankets;
skin cellophane
thin.
For twenty three weekers, we cloak truths
for fear of the ache
it may inflict upon us.
For fear of saving a life filled with
drugs, gloves, and
plastic noises.
...
It is a blur of one who may yet become
but one who is not grown,
and is now balanced
between pulse
and earth.
Thick air will poke its way through sleepy lungs;
resistant to the world.
Tissue-paper membranes hold this
tender, tiny life,
scratched by soft blankets;
skin cellophane
thin.
For twenty three weekers, we cloak truths
for fear of the ache
it may inflict upon us.
For fear of saving a life filled with
drugs, gloves, and
plastic noises.
...
#confessional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2017 10:20pm
9th Oct 2017 10:20pm
Eluding the bottle
You move so easily;
a granule of sand twirling in the froth of sea fingers,
or the gush of a cottony wind.
You are like silk and liquid stone,
forever churning;
like squinting lashes against smouldering sun.
You flow like there is soft, feathered music
fluttering in the air,
and your rippling bones know how to whisper back.
You can leave turmoil
in the wake of your gentle force;
a war of word not weapon.
You are but a moment;
the grand clunk of a second, against the cloak of corridors
absorbing every...
a granule of sand twirling in the froth of sea fingers,
or the gush of a cottony wind.
You are like silk and liquid stone,
forever churning;
like squinting lashes against smouldering sun.
You flow like there is soft, feathered music
fluttering in the air,
and your rippling bones know how to whisper back.
You can leave turmoil
in the wake of your gentle force;
a war of word not weapon.
You are but a moment;
the grand clunk of a second, against the cloak of corridors
absorbing every...
#dark
#shadows
#alcohol
#addiction
#SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2017 10:00pm
8th Oct 2017 10:00pm
Whispers
Sit
with me
under the fat belly of the day
and let it weigh upon your mind
Sit
and smell the sweet heaviness
lingering
here
Sit
to watch the whirring wings
and ponder every
thing
Sit
and let your thoughts
sing you silent
songs
while our toes rest on bone crust ground,
and we bathe in the syrupy sound of
stillness
with me
under the fat belly of the day
and let it weigh upon your mind
Sit
and smell the sweet heaviness
lingering
here
Sit
to watch the whirring wings
and ponder every
thing
Sit
and let your thoughts
sing you silent
songs
while our toes rest on bone crust ground,
and we bathe in the syrupy sound of
stillness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#historical
#nonfiction
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2017 9:57pm
8th Oct 2017 9:57pm
Blues
Winding woods
At first
My favourite world
Now, at times,
I fight with its
Tangled limbs
Its everything
For I lost the heart
That beats with mine
When I dove into its
Mess
Beautiful
But not home
Without
him
At first
My favourite world
Now, at times,
I fight with its
Tangled limbs
Its everything
For I lost the heart
That beats with mine
When I dove into its
Mess
Beautiful
But not home
Without
him
#love
#IMissYou
#separation
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Sep 2017 10:32am
30th Sep 2017 10:32am
Quiet child (a wine-fuelled rant)
You were always a bit deep and meaningful"
she said, face red with an ember of wine.
"such a serious child, the others so mild...
and you were alone so much of the time."
I smiled as I sipped on a crisp, biting drink
and flashed some sharp smile as I settled to think,
for those words were a nip; a grip just too tight
"Even though now", she proclaims, I am "such a delight!"
For a while I feigned a soft glow at these words:
Acceptance at last, I can finally be heard
as a girl who is "normal, an...
she said, face red with an ember of wine.
"such a serious child, the others so mild...
and you were alone so much of the time."
I smiled as I sipped on a crisp, biting drink
and flashed some sharp smile as I settled to think,
for those words were a nip; a grip just too tight
"Even though now", she proclaims, I am "such a delight!"
For a while I feigned a soft glow at these words:
Acceptance at last, I can finally be heard
as a girl who is "normal, an...
#sadness
#regret
#dark
#childhood
#breakup
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9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Sep 2017 10:54pm
29th Sep 2017 10:54pm
Composure, and clenched jaws
Do you find
A longing here?
Do you feel
A place
Disgrace
In case you’re found
here?
Call it what you will
It is murder
Slashes and
Ashes
And sweet buds
Bursting from
our lungs
Does it make you
Laugh?
Shrill delight
Fighting
Your tendons straining
With the weight
of it all
It is blood,
pulse and pupils
all flooding
It is ballet
on bruised toes
Composure
And clenched
jaws
Do you find
you are alive here?
That gush ...
A longing here?
Do you feel
A place
Disgrace
In case you’re found
here?
Call it what you will
It is murder
Slashes and
Ashes
And sweet buds
Bursting from
our lungs
Does it make you
Laugh?
Shrill delight
Fighting
Your tendons straining
With the weight
of it all
It is blood,
pulse and pupils
all flooding
It is ballet
on bruised toes
Composure
And clenched
jaws
Do you find
you are alive here?
That gush ...
#PopCulture
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2017 10:47pm
29th Sep 2017 10:47pm
The bookend's embrace
Your mind, how it fascinates me,
Neurones a howling supernova
in the shadow of soil in your stare:
No darkness lingering there.
I lust at the dust caught in sunbeams:
running off with the heavy clunk of time,
carrying us into carbon and rust,
into that elderly, ageless earthly dust.
Oh life, it is hugged by darkness
Like my bookends embrace your stories:
A brief flame in a blanket of black,
while a secondhand turns us to ash.
Your mind, does it too sink to heady heights,
Just to delight in the madness of it...
Neurones a howling supernova
in the shadow of soil in your stare:
No darkness lingering there.
I lust at the dust caught in sunbeams:
running off with the heavy clunk of time,
carrying us into carbon and rust,
into that elderly, ageless earthly dust.
Oh life, it is hugged by darkness
Like my bookends embrace your stories:
A brief flame in a blanket of black,
while a secondhand turns us to ash.
Your mind, does it too sink to heady heights,
Just to delight in the madness of it...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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