Submissions by heterodynemind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 2:16am
26th Feb 2010 2:16am
we're all dead
running your panacea for all that ails;
well run away then, fare well
I would not hold you against your will
in the land of the dead and the home of the still.
once all was bright and lively here;
those were days not to be forgot
and if it's become a graveyard, well you know
the tombstones they won't tell.
take your ringing freedoms, that you crave;
funny I had figured you for brave
but you could never fit words to the song
said you'd never hang around too long.
nothing around here seems to change;
and people may whisper we...
well run away then, fare well
I would not hold you against your will
in the land of the dead and the home of the still.
once all was bright and lively here;
those were days not to be forgot
and if it's become a graveyard, well you know
the tombstones they won't tell.
take your ringing freedoms, that you crave;
funny I had figured you for brave
but you could never fit words to the song
said you'd never hang around too long.
nothing around here seems to change;
and people may whisper we...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 2:10am
26th Feb 2010 2:10am
Learning to Breathe Again
I learned to breathe by being dumped unceremoniously
On the shores of some distant world
I had heard only through flesh-muffed sounds
Of an encapsulated ocean, for nine months.
I learned to walk by falling down again and again
And persevering, though covered in bruises
Because someone continued to hold their arms out toward me.
I did not blame the ocean.
I did not blame the arms.
I learned words by being spun around, knocked down,
Held underwater, and having my legs kicked out from under me
Again and again, until words were all that...
On the shores of some distant world
I had heard only through flesh-muffed sounds
Of an encapsulated ocean, for nine months.
I learned to walk by falling down again and again
And persevering, though covered in bruises
Because someone continued to hold their arms out toward me.
I did not blame the ocean.
I did not blame the arms.
I learned words by being spun around, knocked down,
Held underwater, and having my legs kicked out from under me
Again and again, until words were all that...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 2:36am
25th Feb 2010 2:36am
Necrophilic Fad
In the tombs far from heaven,
My thoughts go unleavened
For the dead ones who dwell
Wide thoroughfares of hell.
Far from the palaces
Of golden etched chalices,
And stained glass saints
In torporus feints.
I will dig up a corpse,
By whim or by force
And make him my love,
Though his thing is a nub.
He will serve my design,
Be my own valentine,
Be my iconic mage;
Be the talk of the age.
I will channel the words
Of my dried demiurge,
And will crown him, complete
As my dead paraclete.
My thoughts go unleavened
For the dead ones who dwell
Wide thoroughfares of hell.
Far from the palaces
Of golden etched chalices,
And stained glass saints
In torporus feints.
I will dig up a corpse,
By whim or by force
And make him my love,
Though his thing is a nub.
He will serve my design,
Be my own valentine,
Be my iconic mage;
Be the talk of the age.
I will channel the words
Of my dried demiurge,
And will crown him, complete
As my dead paraclete.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2010 5:46pm
24th Feb 2010 5:46pm
Strange That the Numberless Mouths
Strange that the numberless mouths with teeth
Fill up the whole world; even bugs compete,
And then there's stingers designed to make
Your life less worthwhile; and venomous snakes.
Funny how love itself becomes suspect
Because of bad taste, or lack of grace;
Someone choosing an object with your own face-
There's nothing else, can demean like love.
You who stooped, to conquer from above
To give away your heart to love
As if that takes not imagination's art
And just note, that a spiders travel
Is halfway exact, between jump and fly...
Fill up the whole world; even bugs compete,
And then there's stingers designed to make
Your life less worthwhile; and venomous snakes.
Funny how love itself becomes suspect
Because of bad taste, or lack of grace;
Someone choosing an object with your own face-
There's nothing else, can demean like love.
You who stooped, to conquer from above
To give away your heart to love
As if that takes not imagination's art
And just note, that a spiders travel
Is halfway exact, between jump and fly...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2010 5:30pm
24th Feb 2010 5:30pm
Live Edgewise
Live edgewise, never remember
People owed or displaced
Time goes in fits and starts
Life is a filthy, seeping river
Depositing its grime on your shores
You can't live clean here
Whites don't stay white
Living sours everything
Any white you see is a cheat.
Live sideways, and walk
As if death approached
From every avenue
The number on your head
Is the next one coming up
It never happens to others
It only happens to you
Now is as close to never
As you'll ever want to be.
People owed or displaced
Time goes in fits and starts
Life is a filthy, seeping river
Depositing its grime on your shores
You can't live clean here
Whites don't stay white
Living sours everything
Any white you see is a cheat.
Live sideways, and walk
As if death approached
From every avenue
The number on your head
Is the next one coming up
It never happens to others
It only happens to you
Now is as close to never
As you'll ever want to be.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2010 00:30am
24th Feb 2010 00:30am
View in Parallax
One night the very sky opened up above;
And there was the projector for my whole life~
Spinning and whirring away thru the reels,
Mad black and white inkblots did the tango
Frames displaying in a choppy too-fast stream.
And the dead moved through those movies too,
Trapped forever in two dimensions
I hope the film doesn't break before it's time-
And there was the projector for my whole life~
Spinning and whirring away thru the reels,
Mad black and white inkblots did the tango
Frames displaying in a choppy too-fast stream.
And the dead moved through those movies too,
Trapped forever in two dimensions
I hope the film doesn't break before it's time-
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 7:24pm
22nd Feb 2010 7:24pm
Your Eyes Are Two Lean Wolves
Your eyes are two lean wolves
Who want to slowly tear me apart, limb by limb
Your eyes are the voice of the lost infant
Crying for a savior in the wilderness
Your eyes are the sky in eclipse
Begging for the moon to move aside
Your eyes are brilliant floodlights
Illuminating me from the inside out
Your eyes are twin suns in a remote universe
Removing the shadows from every place of refuge
Your eyes are the trap door I climb in through
Your eyes are the last thing I see.
Who want to slowly tear me apart, limb by limb
Your eyes are the voice of the lost infant
Crying for a savior in the wilderness
Your eyes are the sky in eclipse
Begging for the moon to move aside
Your eyes are brilliant floodlights
Illuminating me from the inside out
Your eyes are twin suns in a remote universe
Removing the shadows from every place of refuge
Your eyes are the trap door I climb in through
Your eyes are the last thing I see.
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 7:20pm
22nd Feb 2010 7:20pm
Modern Warfare
My tongue's a saber
Inside a false stiletto heel
My hair has barbs, piranha fangs concealed within each strand
It slices your skin if you go along it in the wrong direction
A blowgun sits just inside my throat
With pouches of toxin close by
My eyes are radar slits
With slowly revolving fields
A mollusk shell shields my emotions
A chain mail plexus lies camouflaged along my body
It's impossible being me
And trying to not wound you-
I sometimes lie to myself, and I tell myself
That I do not care that you are wounded,
That you should have...
Inside a false stiletto heel
My hair has barbs, piranha fangs concealed within each strand
It slices your skin if you go along it in the wrong direction
A blowgun sits just inside my throat
With pouches of toxin close by
My eyes are radar slits
With slowly revolving fields
A mollusk shell shields my emotions
A chain mail plexus lies camouflaged along my body
It's impossible being me
And trying to not wound you-
I sometimes lie to myself, and I tell myself
That I do not care that you are wounded,
That you should have...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Feb 2010 5:12pm
21st Feb 2010 5:12pm
In another galaxy far away..
In another galaxy far away,
We humans are the orderly mannequins of society;
Standing in store front windows of every city,
Holding perfectly still, for endless hours
Of standing upright, straight and unwavering,
Through the hours of both darkness and light,
Since the malls there never close down.
We are the exotic, ideal look, as far as the aliens are concerned;
Whether large or small; that whole predatory/prey aura thing
That we carry about us, with our front-facing eyes,
Our canine incisors, claws and strong hind-leg muscles;
Our ability...
We humans are the orderly mannequins of society;
Standing in store front windows of every city,
Holding perfectly still, for endless hours
Of standing upright, straight and unwavering,
Through the hours of both darkness and light,
Since the malls there never close down.
We are the exotic, ideal look, as far as the aliens are concerned;
Whether large or small; that whole predatory/prey aura thing
That we carry about us, with our front-facing eyes,
Our canine incisors, claws and strong hind-leg muscles;
Our ability...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2010 10:57pm
20th Feb 2010 10:57pm
Prissy little beauty queens
Prissy little beauty queens, they seem so self-assured:
They wear the latest fashions; in haught style immured.
Then there's exotic travel, to all the ports of call,
Always look so stunning, till exhausted, they fall.
They know that playing's bad; for time's what they don't have:
There's titles, trophies; there's money to be had.
But you should see the fetching way they look, before death-
They cry for their mommy, until their last breath.
They wear the latest fashions; in haught style immured.
Then there's exotic travel, to all the ports of call,
Always look so stunning, till exhausted, they fall.
They know that playing's bad; for time's what they don't have:
There's titles, trophies; there's money to be had.
But you should see the fetching way they look, before death-
They cry for their mommy, until their last breath.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2010 10:44pm
20th Feb 2010 10:44pm
You have zero messages
You have zero messages, it informs me curtly.
Well so what, what's different about this site?
I change sites like other people change shoes;
Because it seems there's so much going on
On the inside of me, that one site can't possibly
Capture a still life of all those piled up words.
I find I can make friends online easily now
But there is a curious online short circuit
Because all those friends seem so much alike;
Could they all be the same person; how can you tell
Since there's no voice, no face;
Only the occasional...
Well so what, what's different about this site?
I change sites like other people change shoes;
Because it seems there's so much going on
On the inside of me, that one site can't possibly
Capture a still life of all those piled up words.
I find I can make friends online easily now
But there is a curious online short circuit
Because all those friends seem so much alike;
Could they all be the same person; how can you tell
Since there's no voice, no face;
Only the occasional...
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