Submissions by g2bhapi26
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
expose your self to daylight, it will better help you sleep
SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2013 4:22am
19th Aug 2013 4:22am
Did I Do This to Myself?
If I could have entire day
during which I feel completely like myself
I would feel blessed
I suppose I should feel blessed for
the family I have,
the roof over my head,
my health insurance
but when you feel empty
even the pills you put in your mouth to appreciate life
seem like a waste of money
Yes, I am . . .
well I was gonna say sad
but I think numbed and emotionally confused would better describe
Describe the moment when I sit in the bath
and I am bombarded by thoughts that pierce my heart
and draw those nasty...
during which I feel completely like myself
I would feel blessed
I suppose I should feel blessed for
the family I have,
the roof over my head,
my health insurance
but when you feel empty
even the pills you put in your mouth to appreciate life
seem like a waste of money
Yes, I am . . .
well I was gonna say sad
but I think numbed and emotionally confused would better describe
Describe the moment when I sit in the bath
and I am bombarded by thoughts that pierce my heart
and draw those nasty...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2013 8:41pm
16th May 2013 8:41pm
I would love for you to hear me
Dear Friend whom I love,
Yes I said love,
but don't worry
I am not talking about dates
or chocolate hearts or kisses
I'm just talking about being a person you trust,
who actually listens
and who you actually listen to
the one relentlessly praying,
who nudges
and even slaps you around sometimes,
that points you in the right direction
and in doing so,
I'm reminded of the right direction as well
So listen to me now:
stop
stop
lying to,
cheating,
short changing,
manipulating, ...
Yes I said love,
but don't worry
I am not talking about dates
or chocolate hearts or kisses
I'm just talking about being a person you trust,
who actually listens
and who you actually listen to
the one relentlessly praying,
who nudges
and even slaps you around sometimes,
that points you in the right direction
and in doing so,
I'm reminded of the right direction as well
So listen to me now:
stop
stop
lying to,
cheating,
short changing,
manipulating, ...
985 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 3:21pm
12th Jul 2012 3:21pm
The Man Who Taught Me Everything
the first time i called him "Dad" instead of "daddy"
he told me it kind of broke his heart
i told him i didn't notice
but he smiled and through his smile
told me that every time i broke his heart,
it reminded him i was growing up
and that he was getting older
and he wasn't going to be around much longer
and that guilt trips are a good experience
then practically knocked me over in a squeezy embrace
saying "Hold ME!",
like Harry Connick Jr. does to Will Smith in Independence Day,
which is one of his favorite movies...
he told me it kind of broke his heart
i told him i didn't notice
but he smiled and through his smile
told me that every time i broke his heart,
it reminded him i was growing up
and that he was getting older
and he wasn't going to be around much longer
and that guilt trips are a good experience
then practically knocked me over in a squeezy embrace
saying "Hold ME!",
like Harry Connick Jr. does to Will Smith in Independence Day,
which is one of his favorite movies...
1070 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 00:52am
11th Jul 2012 00:52am
Let's Play Pretend
remember as a kid
when you would play pretend;
play house, school, dress up, cop&robber&cowboy&indian
you would loose yourself in the fantasy
of imagining existing in a life that is somewhere else
that belongs to someone else
far more happythan you
we were told
we could be any of those things
if we just IMAGINE
and i think, when you grow up,
you are still very childlike
because we are so good at pretending; imagining
but when you grow up,
you realize its not the same
because as an adult, pretending is lying
and...
when you would play pretend;
play house, school, dress up, cop&robber&cowboy&indian
you would loose yourself in the fantasy
of imagining existing in a life that is somewhere else
that belongs to someone else
far more happythan you
we were told
we could be any of those things
if we just IMAGINE
and i think, when you grow up,
you are still very childlike
because we are so good at pretending; imagining
but when you grow up,
you realize its not the same
because as an adult, pretending is lying
and...
915 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 7:48pm
2nd Jul 2012 7:48pm
No Ones Like That Kind of Exposure
translucent ones
chop down trees
to make paper
to make maps
to remember the charted way
only to disregard
and re-route to go every other direction
when the dogs come out
howling at la luna
you will find
translucent ones whispering
to ideas of the ideal
translucent ones bleed harmony
vomit anxious desire
but,
cower behind wires and pixels
at the site of risk
the risk of friendly business
gets you dancing in your skives
no ones like that kind of exposure
chop down trees
to make paper
to make maps
to remember the charted way
only to disregard
and re-route to go every other direction
when the dogs come out
howling at la luna
you will find
translucent ones whispering
to ideas of the ideal
translucent ones bleed harmony
vomit anxious desire
but,
cower behind wires and pixels
at the site of risk
the risk of friendly business
gets you dancing in your skives
no ones like that kind of exposure
627 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 9:56pm
9th Jun 2012 9:56pm
deeper and deeper
the threads of my heart
are shredded beyond mend
mind and body are exhausted
from to many dry drownings;
constantly swallowing tears
i am ...
the dresser you kick
the mirror you smash,
i'm the one with
the seven years of bad luck
the dish you smash on the kitchen floor
its amazing how the magic manipulation of words
can hurt more than punches
i am shattered in millions of pieces.
each time you break me,
pieces are lost under cabinets and couches
in the corners and shadows
of our life...
are shredded beyond mend
mind and body are exhausted
from to many dry drownings;
constantly swallowing tears
i am ...
the dresser you kick
the mirror you smash,
i'm the one with
the seven years of bad luck
the dish you smash on the kitchen floor
its amazing how the magic manipulation of words
can hurt more than punches
i am shattered in millions of pieces.
each time you break me,
pieces are lost under cabinets and couches
in the corners and shadows
of our life...
777 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 9:21pm
8th Jun 2012 9:21pm
reading lines on hands
i'm not one for crystal balls or tarot cards
but i do believe in the reading of palms
read 'em like a history book and a newspaper
but you can trust them to be
unbiased and untainted by Deception's lips
for Deception will tell you i have done much
but when you read my hands
you will find the story is young;
so few lines written
read the palms and fingertips covered in calluses
and filled with indentations of musical instrumentation
but lines of music seem the only lines worth...
but i do believe in the reading of palms
read 'em like a history book and a newspaper
but you can trust them to be
unbiased and untainted by Deception's lips
for Deception will tell you i have done much
but when you read my hands
you will find the story is young;
so few lines written
read the palms and fingertips covered in calluses
and filled with indentations of musical instrumentation
but lines of music seem the only lines worth...
739 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2012 6:25pm
4th Jun 2012 6:25pm
Selfishness is not love of Self
Love the neighbor as the self-
ishness binds you lonely
fingers tingle and tickle air hoping
someone would love you
Like you can't love yourself
Not just distaste for a reflection
Too often hit self destruction
Leaveing you in permanent restruction phase
Yes, phase its just a phase
You'll grow out and grow up find love
And give it
But you can't give something
You don't believe is worth recieving
(this is for a competition)
ishness binds you lonely
fingers tingle and tickle air hoping
someone would love you
Like you can't love yourself
Not just distaste for a reflection
Too often hit self destruction
Leaveing you in permanent restruction phase
Yes, phase its just a phase
You'll grow out and grow up find love
And give it
But you can't give something
You don't believe is worth recieving
(this is for a competition)
623 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 3:41pm
1st Jun 2012 3:41pm
Eyes Are Louder
say hello eyes
H
E (open)
L (lids)
L (slowly)
O ....
OUCH!
the meeting is painful
like oven hot to touch
(a bit of e.e cummings inspiration)
H
E (open)
L (lids)
L (slowly)
O ....
OUCH!
the meeting is painful
like oven hot to touch
(a bit of e.e cummings inspiration)
889 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 6:25pm
28th May 2012 6:25pm
the Camel
camel
C-A-M-E-L
...
... (?)
...
Why?
I don't know, cause they're cool ! . ?
his favorite animal is a camel
and he doesn't know why
but i do
i think its where he gets
his inspiration for life
and how he lives it
you see camels have these humps
on their backs that can store water
and they can go days, weeks, months, I have even heard years
without...
C-A-M-E-L
...
... (?)
...
Why?
I don't know, cause they're cool ! . ?
his favorite animal is a camel
and he doesn't know why
but i do
i think its where he gets
his inspiration for life
and how he lives it
you see camels have these humps
on their backs that can store water
and they can go days, weeks, months, I have even heard years
without...
661 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 3:19pm
28th May 2012 3:19pm
Summer Homes
island summer heat
big backyards
shared by three families
with rambunctious kids
sundresses, sandals, swim trunks
a big mango tree and
a merry-go-round with red chipped paint
geckos and mud baths
"i'll show you mine if you show me yours"
mid-west plains' dry, summer heat
Mr. sun is our lamp well past 9:00pm
Dow St., a giant hill covered
in uniform houses, filled with the uniformed sacrificial
spinning wheels, acre-wide hide and seek
nintendo and donkey kong, fireflies in jars
front yard mulberry trees ...
big backyards
shared by three families
with rambunctious kids
sundresses, sandals, swim trunks
a big mango tree and
a merry-go-round with red chipped paint
geckos and mud baths
"i'll show you mine if you show me yours"
mid-west plains' dry, summer heat
Mr. sun is our lamp well past 9:00pm
Dow St., a giant hill covered
in uniform houses, filled with the uniformed sacrificial
spinning wheels, acre-wide hide and seek
nintendo and donkey kong, fireflies in jars
front yard mulberry trees ...
690 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2012 8:46pm
25th May 2012 8:46pm
a friendly hermit
i have a friend; a roommate actually
who lives w/ me and rents space in my heart
she is ... well she is a
much prettier singer than
i'll ever be
Oh you, if you could hear her
words are so sweet
they are my life line to happiness
but she ... she is quiet;
doesn't go out much; works from home
what she learns of the world
is through me,
but she is a philosopher;
an inspirational speaker in the dark
she says, "Dear .... (slaps me upside the head)
Girl quit your crying!"
(then tenderly grasping my face)
"God...
who lives w/ me and rents space in my heart
she is ... well she is a
much prettier singer than
i'll ever be
Oh you, if you could hear her
words are so sweet
they are my life line to happiness
but she ... she is quiet;
doesn't go out much; works from home
what she learns of the world
is through me,
but she is a philosopher;
an inspirational speaker in the dark
she says, "Dear .... (slaps me upside the head)
Girl quit your crying!"
(then tenderly grasping my face)
"God...
639 reads
1 Comment
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