Submissions by g2bhapi26
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
expose your self to daylight, it will better help you sleep
DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2012 5:24am
8th Mar 2012 5:24am
I Can't Write About It
I can't write about it.
I can't write about the nightmares that came to life.
How I walked through my life like a zombie.
I can't write about the pills that I hid in drawers
because I was too proudly self-conscious to take them.
How I set aside money so I could finally make a run for it;
to some life that was supposed to be better.
I can't write about how I believed someone else should take
my place in the world, because I felt I was wasting it.
How someone else should use my opportunities. ...
I can't write about the nightmares that came to life.
How I walked through my life like a zombie.
I can't write about the pills that I hid in drawers
because I was too proudly self-conscious to take them.
How I set aside money so I could finally make a run for it;
to some life that was supposed to be better.
I can't write about how I believed someone else should take
my place in the world, because I felt I was wasting it.
How someone else should use my opportunities. ...
1047 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2012 11:22pm
6th Mar 2012 11:22pm
A Look in the Mirror
What are you doing?
What Are You Thinking?
Did you think I'd appreciate this?
What moment of insanity drew this conclusion?
How are you going to fix this?
What do you mean, "why does it offend?"
Why wouldn't it?
Did you really think I'd appreciate this?
Are you happy now?
Does it make you happy like you believed?
Are you as crazy as they say?
As creepy as they think?
Have you broken beyond repair?
Do you realize how much you disgust me?
I can't look at you anymore.
Get dressed and let's get out of here.
What Are You Thinking?
Did you think I'd appreciate this?
What moment of insanity drew this conclusion?
How are you going to fix this?
What do you mean, "why does it offend?"
Why wouldn't it?
Did you really think I'd appreciate this?
Are you happy now?
Does it make you happy like you believed?
Are you as crazy as they say?
As creepy as they think?
Have you broken beyond repair?
Do you realize how much you disgust me?
I can't look at you anymore.
Get dressed and let's get out of here.
657 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 9:26pm
5th Mar 2012 9:26pm
Grew Up on the Bayou
Grew up on the bayou
Floods sometimes
Overturns pianos
Leaves children books soggy
Watermarks above head, stained on walls
In the nostrils, smell of stale salt water lingers
Floods sometimes
Overturns pianos
Leaves children books soggy
Watermarks above head, stained on walls
In the nostrils, smell of stale salt water lingers
604 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 4:36pm
3rd Mar 2012 4:36pm
Green Tea
kettle, steaming, whistles my name
my soul steeps in this bath
my essence now flavors your water
my soul steeps in this bath
my essence now flavors your water
606 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 5:02pm
29th Feb 2012 5:02pm
Unintentionally Indigeous Person
I thought my heart was tough,
Left out in the sun, grew leathery rough.
Real time brings realization,
Not valleys, but caves are the depth of this nation.
Only the sky gets to cry my tears.
The whole world see's, but no one hears.
Bury head, then body in the sand,
Hoping no one will remember I walk on this land.
The night grows later, darker with time
Still unsheltered, living outside
No one wants to stay in a dry, barren desert
So trek or die alone are my only survival measures.
Left out in the sun, grew leathery rough.
Real time brings realization,
Not valleys, but caves are the depth of this nation.
Only the sky gets to cry my tears.
The whole world see's, but no one hears.
Bury head, then body in the sand,
Hoping no one will remember I walk on this land.
The night grows later, darker with time
Still unsheltered, living outside
No one wants to stay in a dry, barren desert
So trek or die alone are my only survival measures.
639 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 4:08pm
25th Feb 2012 4:08pm
My Go To Shower Song, en español
Mí canción para irme a bañar
Usualmente te hablo al bañarme,
el agua chorrea sobre mí mientras
sacudo el polvo que se acumula
en las fibras de mi corazón.
Tú me encuentras donde quiera que esté
y yo te amo por eso.
Tú me amas a pesar de quien soy
y te elogio por ello.
Tú me enseñas sin importarte la edad que tenga,
y yo estoy cautivada por ello,
o por lo menos lo estuve.
Perdí el mapa, la brújula y
las instrucciones escritas por ti
y quiero regresar a casa.
Creo recordar como...
Usualmente te hablo al bañarme,
el agua chorrea sobre mí mientras
sacudo el polvo que se acumula
en las fibras de mi corazón.
Tú me encuentras donde quiera que esté
y yo te amo por eso.
Tú me amas a pesar de quien soy
y te elogio por ello.
Tú me enseñas sin importarte la edad que tenga,
y yo estoy cautivada por ello,
o por lo menos lo estuve.
Perdí el mapa, la brújula y
las instrucciones escritas por ti
y quiero regresar a casa.
Creo recordar como...
690 reads
13 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2012 7:32am
25th Feb 2012 7:32am
My Go To Shower Song.
I usually talk to you in the shower.
The water beats down on me as I
pound out the dust collecting in
the fibers of my heart.
You meet me where ever I am,
and I love you for that.
You love me no matter who I am,
and I praise you for that.
You teach me no matter how old I get,
and I am in awe of you for that.
Or at least I used to be.
I have lost my map, compass,
your hand written directions and
I want to return home. I think I
remember the way, but I need a shower
first. But you call me and say...
The water beats down on me as I
pound out the dust collecting in
the fibers of my heart.
You meet me where ever I am,
and I love you for that.
You love me no matter who I am,
and I praise you for that.
You teach me no matter how old I get,
and I am in awe of you for that.
Or at least I used to be.
I have lost my map, compass,
your hand written directions and
I want to return home. I think I
remember the way, but I need a shower
first. But you call me and say...
866 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 2:46am
23rd Feb 2012 2:46am
Rewind
she sings a pretty song"
eeerrrpp-dniwer
"she sings a pretty song"
eeerrrpp-dniwer
"she sings a pretty song ....
The record hit the scratch,
played the same line over again.
The room lit like a match,
the crowd paid it no attention.
Not to empty the words she sang,
civil wars cannot be verbalized.
Madame Victrola felt guilt pangs,
machine prayed no one would agnize.
Hours, weeks, months Victrola played,
grinding the record to hollow noise.
Just...
eeerrrpp-dniwer
"she sings a pretty song"
eeerrrpp-dniwer
"she sings a pretty song ....
The record hit the scratch,
played the same line over again.
The room lit like a match,
the crowd paid it no attention.
Not to empty the words she sang,
civil wars cannot be verbalized.
Madame Victrola felt guilt pangs,
machine prayed no one would agnize.
Hours, weeks, months Victrola played,
grinding the record to hollow noise.
Just...
931 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 10:45pm
21st Feb 2012 10:45pm
You Warm Me
My heart
feels
warmer
when you are around.
Not quite a fire, more
Like the gentle warmth
of the spring sun
melting into my skin.
So pleasant and peaceful,
I close my lids and could believe
for a moment, there is
no enmity in the world.
Your movements
are
strange;
fluttery fast hands and slow,
nearly stomping strides.
And sometimes, you sprint
in...
feels
warmer
when you are around.
Not quite a fire, more
Like the gentle warmth
of the spring sun
melting into my skin.
So pleasant and peaceful,
I close my lids and could believe
for a moment, there is
no enmity in the world.
Your movements
are
strange;
fluttery fast hands and slow,
nearly stomping strides.
And sometimes, you sprint
in...
761 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 5:40am
21st Feb 2012 5:40am
Taking My Relationship with Food onto a Television Talkshow.
What do I want . . . . . . . . ?
how about
A FREAKING GRILLED CHEESE!
You heard me!
I want it with a side of cheesecake
and a chocolate malt.
I want a spicy tuna roll, moo-goo-gai-pan,
and a cafe latte in GRANDE not tall?
I'm craving Hawaiian pizza and seven layer dip.
I want fettuccine alfredo,
and a double bacon cheeseburger passing over my lip....
how about
A FREAKING GRILLED CHEESE!
You heard me!
I want it with a side of cheesecake
and a chocolate malt.
I want a spicy tuna roll, moo-goo-gai-pan,
and a cafe latte in GRANDE not tall?
I'm craving Hawaiian pizza and seven layer dip.
I want fettuccine alfredo,
and a double bacon cheeseburger passing over my lip....
956 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 11:37pm
20th Feb 2012 11:37pm
Great Unrealistic Expectations
My expectations of reality for the longest time,
were like the movie portrayal of New York City.
It was this magical place where everyone had high rises, and
were glamorous magazine writers or beautiful bohemian poets.
I believed that I could go to the speak easies and coffee shops and
discuss intellectual ideals over steaming cappucino cups.
I always dreamed that life was like the film version of NYC,
where at the end of the movie, my lover kisses me in the rain while the music plays, then cut and scene.
and the credits roll.
...
were like the movie portrayal of New York City.
It was this magical place where everyone had high rises, and
were glamorous magazine writers or beautiful bohemian poets.
I believed that I could go to the speak easies and coffee shops and
discuss intellectual ideals over steaming cappucino cups.
I always dreamed that life was like the film version of NYC,
where at the end of the movie, my lover kisses me in the rain while the music plays, then cut and scene.
and the credits roll.
...
845 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 7:24am
20th Feb 2012 7:24am
The Awkward Common "Cold"
My immunity is weak.
I haven't been exposed to enough bad
in order to filter the good.
You came on like the flu,
fast as you could.
You always catch it from a friendly
hand shake or just close contact.
They breathe on you and suddenly
you are exposed to a plague of germs
your body yells,"Whoa, we aren't ready for that!"
You seemed friendly, and maybe you are
but I feel I gave the wrong impression.
Our friendly conversations were to me, just that: Friendly.
So much of you was still a mystery ...
I haven't been exposed to enough bad
in order to filter the good.
You came on like the flu,
fast as you could.
You always catch it from a friendly
hand shake or just close contact.
They breathe on you and suddenly
you are exposed to a plague of germs
your body yells,"Whoa, we aren't ready for that!"
You seemed friendly, and maybe you are
but I feel I gave the wrong impression.
Our friendly conversations were to me, just that: Friendly.
So much of you was still a mystery ...
683 reads
3 Comments
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