Submissions by groovy_tuesdays
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 5:52am
13th Sep 2016 5:52am
San Francisco
ground breaks
like sea waves
and
I want to write ultimate beauty
from rainy window sills
I want to feel the beauty
in shattering.
but my,
my ground breaks still
like that window sill
and harshness prevails
and ails
like careless wind
on wooden shutters
but it stutters
shy
and flutters
restless
like monotonous
chaotic wind
of change.
I want you
to feel me
near
I want you
right here
like a cool and gentile breeze
between my pleads...
like sea waves
and
I want to write ultimate beauty
from rainy window sills
I want to feel the beauty
in shattering.
but my,
my ground breaks still
like that window sill
and harshness prevails
and ails
like careless wind
on wooden shutters
but it stutters
shy
and flutters
restless
like monotonous
chaotic wind
of change.
I want you
to feel me
near
I want you
right here
like a cool and gentile breeze
between my pleads...
542 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Sep 2016 5:18am
13th Sep 2016 5:18am
monster
My sincerity
reflects me
like desperate
fickle
disparity...
I've been around you
enough to know
that you only show
your real self
to real people
and this sincerity
in scarcity
this rarity
reflects me...
I'll be more progressive
and suggestive
when I've invested
my true self
into your world
I'll be your pupil
when words unfurl
I'll be caught by surprise
in your glistening eyes
I'll despise
the sincerity
in a mood...
reflects me
like desperate
fickle
disparity...
I've been around you
enough to know
that you only show
your real self
to real people
and this sincerity
in scarcity
this rarity
reflects me...
I'll be more progressive
and suggestive
when I've invested
my true self
into your world
I'll be your pupil
when words unfurl
I'll be caught by surprise
in your glistening eyes
I'll despise
the sincerity
in a mood...
541 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 11:16pm
31st Aug 2016 11:16pm
Old Wealth
Simply lackluster
With vision fading
I croon in my arm chair
With a rounder of scotch
And lament the world
For being regal
I burrow myself
Into crude reflection
And lament the years
That escape me
I have millions
Of words
And sorrows
I'd like to one day express
I have many faults
For holding my own
I took the world by storm
In my hay day
I took loaded questions
From politicians
I've been alone
For decades
Fading away
Like wax candles
I've been told
My life ...
With vision fading
I croon in my arm chair
With a rounder of scotch
And lament the world
For being regal
I burrow myself
Into crude reflection
And lament the years
That escape me
I have millions
Of words
And sorrows
I'd like to one day express
I have many faults
For holding my own
I took the world by storm
In my hay day
I took loaded questions
From politicians
I've been alone
For decades
Fading away
Like wax candles
I've been told
My life ...
596 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 10:38pm
31st Aug 2016 10:38pm
Daisies
I can't decide
Or breath
Or be myself around you
For moments at a time
I miss being real
And really young
With you
Playing in daisy fields
In our homespun youth
Counting pedals
You had a duty
To be older
But now we drift apart
Like two planets
Away from the warmth
Of our second sun
And you grow cold
Around your edges
Like a frostbitten glove
We lost touch
And lives pine away
This bothers
Sensitive parts
Of my humanity
Because you know me
And you're family
And I don't...
Or breath
Or be myself around you
For moments at a time
I miss being real
And really young
With you
Playing in daisy fields
In our homespun youth
Counting pedals
You had a duty
To be older
But now we drift apart
Like two planets
Away from the warmth
Of our second sun
And you grow cold
Around your edges
Like a frostbitten glove
We lost touch
And lives pine away
This bothers
Sensitive parts
Of my humanity
Because you know me
And you're family
And I don't...
550 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 2:33pm
26th Aug 2016 2:33pm
Re-tired
After all is said and done
and all of my silly dreams are realized
I'd like to move on
far away
to a quiet open field
outside of nowhere
close to my heart
my hound dog
my porch swing
my bitter morning coffee
and newspaper
and news of the whole wide world
far away from my doorstep
my girl
my woman
they climb trees
and play in the distance
with long brown hair
until sundown
where we gather indoors
for a talkative feast
and ask about each other's day
and laugh about nothing
I'd till a...
and all of my silly dreams are realized
I'd like to move on
far away
to a quiet open field
outside of nowhere
close to my heart
my hound dog
my porch swing
my bitter morning coffee
and newspaper
and news of the whole wide world
far away from my doorstep
my girl
my woman
they climb trees
and play in the distance
with long brown hair
until sundown
where we gather indoors
for a talkative feast
and ask about each other's day
and laugh about nothing
I'd till a...
541 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2016 5:49am
21st Aug 2016 5:49am
Bar fly guy
He comes up to you
in a bar
and says his usual bit
skillfully
you sit
in casual observation
and laugh it off
He comes brazen
and alive
with words
and dutiful confidence,
It's hard to tell him apart
from the real thing
it's hard to tell a copy
from an original
Inside his mind
he knows
the game
and plays
again
and again
like a pest
around a light
to see if you are an option
But deep down
he knows
you will probably reject
and suspect
his brazen
and selfless advances...
in a bar
and says his usual bit
skillfully
you sit
in casual observation
and laugh it off
He comes brazen
and alive
with words
and dutiful confidence,
It's hard to tell him apart
from the real thing
it's hard to tell a copy
from an original
Inside his mind
he knows
the game
and plays
again
and again
like a pest
around a light
to see if you are an option
But deep down
he knows
you will probably reject
and suspect
his brazen
and selfless advances...
670 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2016 4:45am
21st Aug 2016 4:45am
Beauty Queen
Someone admires you
from a cold distance
afraid to tell you
of how much you turn heads
like a beauty queen
afraid to show you
how much you uphold a standard
for the modern man's idea of beauty
Sometimes you could care less
on most unpretty days
and other times you care deeply
you care with dispassion
and scorn
about looks
and fashion
and those loser guys sneaking a peak
from time to time
but you uphold a standard
for the sake of admiration
not for their attention
but their time
Someone is...
from a cold distance
afraid to tell you
of how much you turn heads
like a beauty queen
afraid to show you
how much you uphold a standard
for the modern man's idea of beauty
Sometimes you could care less
on most unpretty days
and other times you care deeply
you care with dispassion
and scorn
about looks
and fashion
and those loser guys sneaking a peak
from time to time
but you uphold a standard
for the sake of admiration
not for their attention
but their time
Someone is...
852 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2016 7:18pm
9th Aug 2016 7:18pm
Friendo
Night in
With a special friend
A night of fun
To make pretend
Let's make play forts
And prank phone calls
And pastries spiked with alcohol
Night out
With a special friend
A night of fun
Money to spend
Let's romp down the alley
And yell at the moon
With cigarettes and cheap beer
Night in
The music plays
Your my special friend
Sleep in for days
We should do this again
With a special friend
A night of fun
To make pretend
Let's make play forts
And prank phone calls
And pastries spiked with alcohol
Night out
With a special friend
A night of fun
Money to spend
Let's romp down the alley
And yell at the moon
With cigarettes and cheap beer
Night in
The music plays
Your my special friend
Sleep in for days
We should do this again
518 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2016 6:11pm
9th Aug 2016 6:11pm
greater good
People always tell me
That you have to make your way
These days
Into a certain fashion
Or way of life worth producing money
For the greater good
I don't care about money
I vary
And I barely live
on this planet
Where it matters
To be important
I don't like pressure
to produce
An image of my self worth
In a career
In a suit
That strangles
My wayward disposition
To find my own happiness
That you have to make your way
These days
Into a certain fashion
Or way of life worth producing money
For the greater good
I don't care about money
I vary
And I barely live
on this planet
Where it matters
To be important
I don't like pressure
to produce
An image of my self worth
In a career
In a suit
That strangles
My wayward disposition
To find my own happiness
483 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2016 8:19pm
8th Aug 2016 8:19pm
The Song
In the car
You felt wrong
So I put on
The hidden song
and we held hands about it softly
in quiet contemplation
I never held it against you
or your shy temperament
that I was denied a song
if you want me to be true
and completely honest with you
as always
it made me want you more
But later it seemed
Goodbyes, they redeemed
a little piece of ourselves
into the night
you made me feel open
and whole
and to make you laugh
was my only goal
as we held each other
under the stars
tightly...
You felt wrong
So I put on
The hidden song
and we held hands about it softly
in quiet contemplation
I never held it against you
or your shy temperament
that I was denied a song
if you want me to be true
and completely honest with you
as always
it made me want you more
But later it seemed
Goodbyes, they redeemed
a little piece of ourselves
into the night
you made me feel open
and whole
and to make you laugh
was my only goal
as we held each other
under the stars
tightly...
518 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2016 6:27pm
6th Aug 2016 6:27pm
Happy Days
Happiest of days now
with long nights
and easy mornings
I bask forgetfully now
in the afterglow
of a rolling blackout
in limn porch lights
I cast laughter
like a soaring shadow
and forget to excuse myself
when I disappear completely
with a wincing Irish goodbye
I wake up next to nothing now
quite often actually
and feel just fine about things
Like a retired king
I bask righteously
and I am unusually happy
about all of these long days
and short nights
and realizations through comedy
that I might...
with long nights
and easy mornings
I bask forgetfully now
in the afterglow
of a rolling blackout
in limn porch lights
I cast laughter
like a soaring shadow
and forget to excuse myself
when I disappear completely
with a wincing Irish goodbye
I wake up next to nothing now
quite often actually
and feel just fine about things
Like a retired king
I bask righteously
and I am unusually happy
about all of these long days
and short nights
and realizations through comedy
that I might...
460 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2016 6:49am
6th Aug 2016 6:49am
for Whom?
I don't care
if anyone sees it anymore
because that's all silly
and weird
and hardwired
to take me away from my true intentions
to write
and talk
in a loose way
which I find comfortable
I'm giving up my sacred identity
to please everyone else
like I even notice
if you speak out of turn anymore
it doesn't matter anymore
it doesn't matter much to me
there I said it
I know you're out there
somewhere
right now
reading
and relating
and debating
whether I understand you
or myself
in...
if anyone sees it anymore
because that's all silly
and weird
and hardwired
to take me away from my true intentions
to write
and talk
in a loose way
which I find comfortable
I'm giving up my sacred identity
to please everyone else
like I even notice
if you speak out of turn anymore
it doesn't matter anymore
it doesn't matter much to me
there I said it
I know you're out there
somewhere
right now
reading
and relating
and debating
whether I understand you
or myself
in...
563 reads
0 Comments
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