Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SMALL
how small we were
in this big world,
two weeds
in god's plush green garden
and almost broke,
and that goddamned truck
dead in the driveway
needing a battery
needing brakes
needing a new transmission
and frank had that kia he'd sell cheap
another piece of crap
to work on
and how we owed the hospital
more'n we'd ever have
and duct taped everything broken
and perused the markdown for meat
and the goodwill for treasure
or just for clothes that fit
and how good that shit looked on you
and goddamn ...
in this big world,
two weeds
in god's plush green garden
and almost broke,
and that goddamned truck
dead in the driveway
needing a battery
needing brakes
needing a new transmission
and frank had that kia he'd sell cheap
another piece of crap
to work on
and how we owed the hospital
more'n we'd ever have
and duct taped everything broken
and perused the markdown for meat
and the goodwill for treasure
or just for clothes that fit
and how good that shit looked on you
and goddamn ...
#happiness
#love
#memories
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BEAST
you weren't supposed to forget
how you were vermin
and your lives weren't shit
on the shoe of your enemy
and how the hearts of the world
opened like the gates of heaven
to give you refuge
weren't supposed to forget
but i swear
it looks like you hate as good
as any
asshole
you've wasted all your virtue
on vengeance
and branded a new generation with hate
and damn if i won't turn my back on you
you ugly goddamn beast of war
how you were vermin
and your lives weren't shit
on the shoe of your enemy
and how the hearts of the world
opened like the gates of heaven
to give you refuge
weren't supposed to forget
but i swear
it looks like you hate as good
as any
asshole
you've wasted all your virtue
on vengeance
and branded a new generation with hate
and damn if i won't turn my back on you
you ugly goddamn beast of war
#war
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THE POEM UNWRITTEN
the poem
unwritten
again
and again,
the empty page,
a smattering
of disconnected
thoughts,
poetic fakery,
stupid word play
unnamed
distractions
porn
that girl's big ass
big tits
thick thighs
the way she shakes it
takes it
and too much wine
again
and the way she left
and took the kids,
the car
and the goddamn bills piling
overdue
relentless
mundane
work-a-day
bullshit
grinding
the heart to
wordless
mush,
squeezing the
joy...
unwritten
again
and again,
the empty page,
a smattering
of disconnected
thoughts,
poetic fakery,
stupid word play
unnamed
distractions
porn
that girl's big ass
big tits
thick thighs
the way she shakes it
takes it
and too much wine
again
and the way she left
and took the kids,
the car
and the goddamn bills piling
overdue
relentless
mundane
work-a-day
bullshit
grinding
the heart to
wordless
mush,
squeezing the
joy...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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ANGRY LOVE
i only wanted
you
and that's all
i ever wanted
and all i do
even now
twenty five years later
is related to you
and my desire for you
you are long gone
but still right here,
haunting my kitchen
while i make
some mundane shit pile
you called
your specialty
your ghost lays
next to me in bed
i watch its chest
rise and fall
and watch its eyelids
and wonder what goes on
behind them
and i know
my love is unrequited
and, yes, it still hurts
and...
you
and that's all
i ever wanted
and all i do
even now
twenty five years later
is related to you
and my desire for you
you are long gone
but still right here,
haunting my kitchen
while i make
some mundane shit pile
you called
your specialty
your ghost lays
next to me in bed
i watch its chest
rise and fall
and watch its eyelids
and wonder what goes on
behind them
and i know
my love is unrequited
and, yes, it still hurts
and...
#UnrequitedLove
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SUPER
clark
didn't always want to change clothes
in a phone booth
bumping around in that hot little box
didn't like wearing goddamn tights
thought the cape was stupid
craved kryptonite like some crave chocolate
hated flying
and was just goddamn sick of running every time some creepy asshole
showed out
and he remembered that time he flew counter clockwise
so fast he turned back time
and he just wished he could've kept flying,
kept turning it back
until he was back on the planet Krypton
gazing up at his mama...
didn't always want to change clothes
in a phone booth
bumping around in that hot little box
didn't like wearing goddamn tights
thought the cape was stupid
craved kryptonite like some crave chocolate
hated flying
and was just goddamn sick of running every time some creepy asshole
showed out
and he remembered that time he flew counter clockwise
so fast he turned back time
and he just wished he could've kept flying,
kept turning it back
until he was back on the planet Krypton
gazing up at his mama...
#SelfReflection
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JUST WRITE IT
squelch the thug that lives inside
who bullies bards with ego's pride
and sneers at every freakin' word
and calls your heartfelt spill absurd
write it full without the reins
just pull the plug or cut the vein
and let words flow 'cross the page
expressing love or joy or rage
then later when the mind is still
take up a learned poet's quill
and turn that leaden verse to gold
that it might touch another's soul
but what of times when no words come
when mind goes blank and heart goes numb?
remember words...
who bullies bards with ego's pride
and sneers at every freakin' word
and calls your heartfelt spill absurd
write it full without the reins
just pull the plug or cut the vein
and let words flow 'cross the page
expressing love or joy or rage
then later when the mind is still
take up a learned poet's quill
and turn that leaden verse to gold
that it might touch another's soul
but what of times when no words come
when mind goes blank and heart goes numb?
remember words...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
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KING
the peasant king
of three cats and a dog
reigns over his land
with the grace
of an arch angel
and his walk
is a master's dance
across a carpet
of grass
plush and green
and holy
as the pope's
top sheet
this is
how a king lives,
how a king's sun
rises
and, oh, how blue
his pristine sky
and how beautifully
his garden grows
with only a thousand
weeds a day
amen
of three cats and a dog
reigns over his land
with the grace
of an arch angel
and his walk
is a master's dance
across a carpet
of grass
plush and green
and holy
as the pope's
top sheet
this is
how a king lives,
how a king's sun
rises
and, oh, how blue
his pristine sky
and how beautifully
his garden grows
with only a thousand
weeds a day
amen
#happiness
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FOURTEEN AND SIXTY NINE
i am fourteen
going on seventy,
admittedly
an odd age
and a strange thing
for an adolescent boy
to live in such
a decrepit state
i am fourteen
going on seventy,
still dabbing at
wounds inflicted
fifty five long years ago,
each one a sad trophy,
a wearisome consolation
i am fourteen
going on seventy --
sixty nine and
a half, as they say --
an unresolved,
self conscious,
socially awkward boy,
lonely
and pining for love,
abandoned by the gods
of his father, ...
going on seventy,
admittedly
an odd age
and a strange thing
for an adolescent boy
to live in such
a decrepit state
i am fourteen
going on seventy,
still dabbing at
wounds inflicted
fifty five long years ago,
each one a sad trophy,
a wearisome consolation
i am fourteen
going on seventy --
sixty nine and
a half, as they say --
an unresolved,
self conscious,
socially awkward boy,
lonely
and pining for love,
abandoned by the gods
of his father, ...
#LifeStruggles
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THE DEATH OF POETRY
i am the death
of poetry
who would think
that an insignificant
schmo like me
could kill poetry,
could wrap my
cold clay fingers around
poetry's slender neck
and choke the life out of her
or bludgeon poetry
with my ratty old laptop
or smother her
with my pillow
during still another
dark night of the soul
but i did it --
stabbed her repeatedly
with a shiv
carved from a mechanical pencil
and then just sat there,
covered in a spatter of words,
words...
of poetry
who would think
that an insignificant
schmo like me
could kill poetry,
could wrap my
cold clay fingers around
poetry's slender neck
and choke the life out of her
or bludgeon poetry
with my ratty old laptop
or smother her
with my pillow
during still another
dark night of the soul
but i did it --
stabbed her repeatedly
with a shiv
carved from a mechanical pencil
and then just sat there,
covered in a spatter of words,
words...
#WritingPoetry
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SAINTS
all the saints of my catholic youth
are at my beck and call
peter
francis
anthony
all the teresas
and marys
jude, patron of lost causes, sits on pins and needles,
his ear pressed against the dome of sky
waiting for me to pray
that he might lay my petitions
at the feet of the lord
i am careful to pray in earnest
and only for what i need,
nothing frivolous or too grand
it's obvious that world peace
is not the lord's will
and i know i'll never win
the publisher's house...
are at my beck and call
peter
francis
anthony
all the teresas
and marys
jude, patron of lost causes, sits on pins and needles,
his ear pressed against the dome of sky
waiting for me to pray
that he might lay my petitions
at the feet of the lord
i am careful to pray in earnest
and only for what i need,
nothing frivolous or too grand
it's obvious that world peace
is not the lord's will
and i know i'll never win
the publisher's house...
#prayer
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REINCARNATION
when i was a woman
every step
seemed a dance
choreographed
by the gods,
holy and perfect
in its ordinary way
i seemed delicate
but carried
a secret strength,
my power
emanating
from bronze skin
that was soft as
summer air
and like heaven
to touch
then, i only
wondered
what it
might be like
to live as a man --
hard, gallant
behind my armor,
chivalrous,
but steeled
against the onslaught
a mighty warrior,
or at least ...
every step
seemed a dance
choreographed
by the gods,
holy and perfect
in its ordinary way
i seemed delicate
but carried
a secret strength,
my power
emanating
from bronze skin
that was soft as
summer air
and like heaven
to touch
then, i only
wondered
what it
might be like
to live as a man --
hard, gallant
behind my armor,
chivalrous,
but steeled
against the onslaught
a mighty warrior,
or at least ...
#masculinity
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ON FORGETTING WHY I CAME IN HERE
i have lost the thread
am i slipping?
have i
thunk my last good thought?
will i be diminished,
short of mental funds,
in the cerebral hole,
unable to hold my own
or hold my pee?
will i shit the bed?
can i still masturbate
in the shower
or has that glorious multicolored ship sailed, too?
is that me now?
bald?
thin lipped and hollow boned?
i am thick
and i am thin
it makes no difference
old men nod...
am i slipping?
have i
thunk my last good thought?
will i be diminished,
short of mental funds,
in the cerebral hole,
unable to hold my own
or hold my pee?
will i shit the bed?
can i still masturbate
in the shower
or has that glorious multicolored ship sailed, too?
is that me now?
bald?
thin lipped and hollow boned?
i am thick
and i am thin
it makes no difference
old men nod...
#aging
#illness
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