Submissions by inkwell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
may devolve into a puddle at any moment.draws stuff,likes the sky as it is,horror films are spiffing.once ate half a midget in a dream,if you've not guest once wrote a poem.
STORY POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 9:52am
13th Feb 2014 9:52am
Tunnels
An earbud rises left then right providing the divine music of lost touch, snug,full volume under umbra hood,mind shut shoulders hunched blood glacier slush within his broken skulk.
Strolling through the lego pining Shutterd rife eyes residing fragile behind tight shut lids uncaring of lurid sight,a step forward off the curb,
oh he did.
Vehicles begin to skid far from giving a Donald no pulse the kid,they swerve and slide smashing,flying glass slashes wildly he knows not and cares less no deviating the line ahead.
no words can talk him back together the dreaded...
Strolling through the lego pining Shutterd rife eyes residing fragile behind tight shut lids uncaring of lurid sight,a step forward off the curb,
oh he did.
Vehicles begin to skid far from giving a Donald no pulse the kid,they swerve and slide smashing,flying glass slashes wildly he knows not and cares less no deviating the line ahead.
no words can talk him back together the dreaded...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 8:48am
13th Feb 2014 8:48am
Perhaps they'll die
I once new a girl who fell in love with guy.
Perhaps they'll die.
They sit down for dinner red hearts in their eyes,moved in together a groom and his bride,he joined the army she waved him goodbye,just six days on duty he trod on a landmine,a crimson explosion parts scattered world wide.
perhaps she'll die.
She gets a phone call rain leaves the sky,all black at the funeral the face of a mime, trying to forget one pill at a time.days of seclusion and bottles of wine.she can't find point living in a pig sty,
perhaps she'll die.
.Broken weeping and...
Perhaps they'll die.
They sit down for dinner red hearts in their eyes,moved in together a groom and his bride,he joined the army she waved him goodbye,just six days on duty he trod on a landmine,a crimson explosion parts scattered world wide.
perhaps she'll die.
She gets a phone call rain leaves the sky,all black at the funeral the face of a mime, trying to forget one pill at a time.days of seclusion and bottles of wine.she can't find point living in a pig sty,
perhaps she'll die.
.Broken weeping and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 7:06pm
12th Feb 2014 7:06pm
Apart
We're moseying past the flowers.One eye upon the clouds bathed in natures power as the hangman ties the rope.
In the distance towers and in my hand is yours,drenched by summer showers.The large croud bay's for blood.
Our toes within the grasses.Today our words need not be said,dew drops in my lashes as I lean upon the grave.
The larks they sing a chorus from the branches up above.We dance besieged as lovers then a pistol ends the song.
In the distance towers and in my hand is yours,drenched by summer showers.The large croud bay's for blood.
Our toes within the grasses.Today our words need not be said,dew drops in my lashes as I lean upon the grave.
The larks they sing a chorus from the branches up above.We dance besieged as lovers then a pistol ends the song.
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