Submissions by jimsane
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Aurora pts. 1 and 2
The sun stands up
Heedless of my cry
Stinging my senses like a lie
Thoughts once borne on filaments of air
Fade
Polished to pale glass now
With care-worn-fury
My mind made mute
Bound by its own sick inertia...
The day dawns
Blinks
Yawns
Mouth full of gold
But
Goldcosts
Lightslost
Soulscold
The sun moves
A worn groove
Ears stopped with clay
Your cutthroat-neckrope
Remains of the day
Heedless of my cry
Stinging my senses like a lie
Thoughts once borne on filaments of air
Fade
Polished to pale glass now
With care-worn-fury
My mind made mute
Bound by its own sick inertia...
The day dawns
Blinks
Yawns
Mouth full of gold
But
Goldcosts
Lightslost
Soulscold
The sun moves
A worn groove
Ears stopped with clay
Your cutthroat-neckrope
Remains of the day
669 reads
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lazarus rejected/ Icarus
767 reads
1 Comment
Authorized version
So...
We`re off the rack
and kicking back
with love and peace and hope
Just laying around in sunnytown
with gratis government dope
Now happiness comes in liquid form
divided into lots
Your daily bread
supplied by the feds
in pretty plastic pots
We`re off the rack
and kicking back
with love and peace and hope
Just laying around in sunnytown
with gratis government dope
Now happiness comes in liquid form
divided into lots
Your daily bread
supplied by the feds
in pretty plastic pots
740 reads
1 Comment
Brathair (brother)
I`m crawling home
It`s raining stones
This street a tower of babel
All the clothes i`ve worn
lay tattered and torn
The pavement whispers me a cradle
See I`d leave here but
for the twist in my gut
This cord
This cable
It`s raining stones
I`m crawling home
Cain disabled
It`s raining stones
This street a tower of babel
All the clothes i`ve worn
lay tattered and torn
The pavement whispers me a cradle
See I`d leave here but
for the twist in my gut
This cord
This cable
It`s raining stones
I`m crawling home
Cain disabled
724 reads
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