Submissions by intercrpt (intercept)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2011 7:14pm
4th Dec 2011 7:14pm
Mirror
My heart is the needle seismographing nightly shapes on your skin.
Decipher, but then hold on tight.
Your touches follow the intentional tracks to my realms,
outwitting the refraction by reaching out to grasp the very origin of my dumbfounded hand.
Is this the quiet zone amongst the depths?
because neither of us is saying a word.
You affix time with a light hand gesture,
and let the clock justify its tightest spring.
Now there is truly no need to wait any longer.
Open the faucet,
and flood my day with your brightest smile.
Decipher, but then hold on tight.
Your touches follow the intentional tracks to my realms,
outwitting the refraction by reaching out to grasp the very origin of my dumbfounded hand.
Is this the quiet zone amongst the depths?
because neither of us is saying a word.
You affix time with a light hand gesture,
and let the clock justify its tightest spring.
Now there is truly no need to wait any longer.
Open the faucet,
and flood my day with your brightest smile.
546 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2011 11:56am
26th Nov 2011 11:56am
Autumn
Back
near the sprawled sidewalk
the thin twigs align to escort my ongoing impatience.
The oozy creamy world and the empire of midnights are at the entropy of my intestines.
A stalling wind swirls leaves like lips of a cunning wolf
underestimating the twists and turns of a mirror.
Autumn is igniting
and I am an adventurous beginner as well.
Laboring on separating guilt from pleasure,
or remembrance from anxiety,
empty like the miles I've poured out from books and shelves.
Dust reminiscence of repel and stray anchors.
Sometimes...
near the sprawled sidewalk
the thin twigs align to escort my ongoing impatience.
The oozy creamy world and the empire of midnights are at the entropy of my intestines.
A stalling wind swirls leaves like lips of a cunning wolf
underestimating the twists and turns of a mirror.
Autumn is igniting
and I am an adventurous beginner as well.
Laboring on separating guilt from pleasure,
or remembrance from anxiety,
empty like the miles I've poured out from books and shelves.
Dust reminiscence of repel and stray anchors.
Sometimes...
678 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2011 11:30pm
24th Nov 2011 11:30pm
Confections
For too long I have been sailing patiently on your gooey confections,
bound towards the darkest skied glacier.
Your eyes consistently shoot smog like putrid lighthouses,
but when the ruse falls, an accurate booby-trapped arm manages to appear.
At the reflection of a trick,
automatic mountains surrender a weight
and I am replicating northern stars again.
Perhaps these are the ones making your comfort seem so traceable.
Or is it just an old pallet from which you have chosen to reformulate a blame.
Surprisingly enough,
It is you that...
bound towards the darkest skied glacier.
Your eyes consistently shoot smog like putrid lighthouses,
but when the ruse falls, an accurate booby-trapped arm manages to appear.
At the reflection of a trick,
automatic mountains surrender a weight
and I am replicating northern stars again.
Perhaps these are the ones making your comfort seem so traceable.
Or is it just an old pallet from which you have chosen to reformulate a blame.
Surprisingly enough,
It is you that...
455 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 11:49pm
23rd Nov 2011 11:49pm
Debauchery
I shaved my long beard at the sink yesterday.
The water washed down pieces of my face
and bleached my dark shadow until its arm was perfectly bent.
Is it a drop of blood pressing against the tiles,
or are these my thoughts which I left there to drown just before you came?
The water washed down pieces of my face
and bleached my dark shadow until its arm was perfectly bent.
Is it a drop of blood pressing against the tiles,
or are these my thoughts which I left there to drown just before you came?
555 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 8:58am
22nd Nov 2011 8:58am
Serenity
Upon the deep view into the weekend
a sense of serenity is surfacing
and no one is to tell what its purpose.
Perhaps it's the sweet lashes of the archaic situations,
or perhaps it's the wreckage of the earthly ships,
bound to mock a time well spent.
From my sit I envision two bones scrub against each other
and the magic spilled has the stench of an awakening.
If I were to send my lubricated hands and touch this occasion
then it wouldn't have happened anyway.
But now retaliation has begun.
Long queues of browning shells and goodnight...
a sense of serenity is surfacing
and no one is to tell what its purpose.
Perhaps it's the sweet lashes of the archaic situations,
or perhaps it's the wreckage of the earthly ships,
bound to mock a time well spent.
From my sit I envision two bones scrub against each other
and the magic spilled has the stench of an awakening.
If I were to send my lubricated hands and touch this occasion
then it wouldn't have happened anyway.
But now retaliation has begun.
Long queues of browning shells and goodnight...
533 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2011 9:25am
21st Nov 2011 9:25am
Soldier of Amsterdam
The soldier of Amsterdam
is tearing up the liquid harp, piece by piece.
Benign earth quakes and useless water channels
The dichotomy between the night and day explains.
What brand of armor must I shed to join this tapestry of acceptance?
Fresh body sweat and cold foreign eyes?
The sovereign of broken miles and landscape trickeries
Sit down and have a slow breakfast while effervescent guns and spears outwit your miseries.
I am spitting tears from my mouth now.
Aiming
An alarm is rushing two figures to be enslaved
with the...
is tearing up the liquid harp, piece by piece.
Benign earth quakes and useless water channels
The dichotomy between the night and day explains.
What brand of armor must I shed to join this tapestry of acceptance?
Fresh body sweat and cold foreign eyes?
The sovereign of broken miles and landscape trickeries
Sit down and have a slow breakfast while effervescent guns and spears outwit your miseries.
I am spitting tears from my mouth now.
Aiming
An alarm is rushing two figures to be enslaved
with the...
597 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2011 9:22am
21st Nov 2011 9:22am
Hapax legomenon
The cracks of my body radiate a burning bush on my bed
as it sways perfectly to the pungent odor of my golden breathes
while scorching your legs.
Inside its warm stamens swims the promise for our safe traveling.
High and low operations; the floorers of impulsion paths,
mouthing about tiles of self illumination
and fuming pillows rearranged to alienate a neglect.
Shackles manipulating my wrists but nurturing
reaping cable lines between acrophobic spots,
fought to stash away love concussions,
altogether too insightful to be ignored.
...
as it sways perfectly to the pungent odor of my golden breathes
while scorching your legs.
Inside its warm stamens swims the promise for our safe traveling.
High and low operations; the floorers of impulsion paths,
mouthing about tiles of self illumination
and fuming pillows rearranged to alienate a neglect.
Shackles manipulating my wrists but nurturing
reaping cable lines between acrophobic spots,
fought to stash away love concussions,
altogether too insightful to be ignored.
...
555 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by intercrpt (intercept)
Page:
