Submissions by jishnu_9619
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2017 1:59am
28th Jun 2017 1:59am
Lower your voices the sleeping children will wake up
It's hard to keep up
When everyone speaks so loudly
When someone tries to shovel soil on your face
And you wake up from the dream
You forget how you ended up in a grave
All you remember is happiness.
It's hard to keep up
When everything changes every moment
When all that is old is obsolete
And all that is new is essential
You need to creep out of from your shell and be something new
You don't look back at those people who couldn't adapt
Stomp their wiggling bodies on the road
With blood under your shoes you must carry...
When everyone speaks so loudly
When someone tries to shovel soil on your face
And you wake up from the dream
You forget how you ended up in a grave
All you remember is happiness.
It's hard to keep up
When everything changes every moment
When all that is old is obsolete
And all that is new is essential
You need to creep out of from your shell and be something new
You don't look back at those people who couldn't adapt
Stomp their wiggling bodies on the road
With blood under your shoes you must carry...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2017 1:55am
28th Jun 2017 1:55am
Songs for love and hunger
Kept my feet in the air
Till a drop of blood was left
Oh dear forgive me for running away
When you were swimming in student loans
With twins crying in your home
Watch out when I mow the lawn
If you look away once
You'll see me long gone.
I ran away to find myself.
I was a virgin till I was 27 and that's when I first met you
I always felt so little when I looked at other men
Laying girls right and left when the thought struck them
I felt like I was tiny
I felt like I was nothing
Because I thought I was bigger ...
Till a drop of blood was left
Oh dear forgive me for running away
When you were swimming in student loans
With twins crying in your home
Watch out when I mow the lawn
If you look away once
You'll see me long gone.
I ran away to find myself.
I was a virgin till I was 27 and that's when I first met you
I always felt so little when I looked at other men
Laying girls right and left when the thought struck them
I felt like I was tiny
I felt like I was nothing
Because I thought I was bigger ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2016 6:20pm
7th Nov 2016 6:20pm
The Witch
Inexplicably I long for them.
The fingers so white, they shine.
It's eerie, but the sheer oddity of it is mesmerizing.
I feel like a moth, just before it feels the heat from the fire
When Death is just one flutter of a wing away.
But like the moth, I keep going
Hoping to touch those fingers, I extend my hands
But those aren't real, and I am falling down in darkness
The moon and the sun are imprisoned between those fingers.
Like a ring she wears them.
Her palm is full of esoteric symbols that I cannot understand
I wondered once what they are....
The fingers so white, they shine.
It's eerie, but the sheer oddity of it is mesmerizing.
I feel like a moth, just before it feels the heat from the fire
When Death is just one flutter of a wing away.
But like the moth, I keep going
Hoping to touch those fingers, I extend my hands
But those aren't real, and I am falling down in darkness
The moon and the sun are imprisoned between those fingers.
Like a ring she wears them.
Her palm is full of esoteric symbols that I cannot understand
I wondered once what they are....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2016 5:05pm
30th Oct 2016 5:05pm
Men with an apple in place of their heads
I could smell the piercing, wild smell of the smoke
The young men were singing
Like it was choir practice.
My visions were like a dog's
Black and white, and bleak and made no sense.
The singing was louder, it was moving towards me
I waited and ran into the train, and the train started
The boys, still singing, sat in front of me.
I would remember them getting up at their stop
They had sung all through their journey
And they would keep singing.
When they got down, the color came back into my eyes.
But I never saw their faces.
The young men were singing
Like it was choir practice.
My visions were like a dog's
Black and white, and bleak and made no sense.
The singing was louder, it was moving towards me
I waited and ran into the train, and the train started
The boys, still singing, sat in front of me.
I would remember them getting up at their stop
They had sung all through their journey
And they would keep singing.
When they got down, the color came back into my eyes.
But I never saw their faces.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 4:51pm
26th Oct 2016 4:51pm
Outbursts of anger when she says no, but at the wrong person
You know what you are
When you face rejection.
Weak, pathetic lumps of shit.
You hide behind carefully crafted words on love.
Because love is easier to lie about
Even when you know not a thing about it.
But lie about someone how someone spilled coffee on your dress?
No, we speak our mind then.
It's easy to say, "I love you"
Because you anticipate sex.
It's even easier to say "I don't believe in love"
When you know you aren't getting any.
But to forgive someone
Or to stop living for revenge
None of us do that.
One...
When you face rejection.
Weak, pathetic lumps of shit.
You hide behind carefully crafted words on love.
Because love is easier to lie about
Even when you know not a thing about it.
But lie about someone how someone spilled coffee on your dress?
No, we speak our mind then.
It's easy to say, "I love you"
Because you anticipate sex.
It's even easier to say "I don't believe in love"
When you know you aren't getting any.
But to forgive someone
Or to stop living for revenge
None of us do that.
One...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2016 11:26pm
24th Oct 2016 11:26pm
An attempt at infiltrating the dreams that engulf our realities
I opened my eyes
And it was all black
I closed my eyes and couldn't tell the difference
I thought about a nice memory
I heard raindrops falling down
On asbestos
I felt desert heat on my cheeks
The cup of coffee was my savior
I felt jingles, coming from your feet
I waited for your softness
And I heard something.
My eyes tried to wade through the blackness.
Now a pair of yellow lights started moving
Eyes of an animal are very comforting
Even of they sing of a certain death
I closed the eyes and waited for the sharp...
And it was all black
I closed my eyes and couldn't tell the difference
I thought about a nice memory
I heard raindrops falling down
On asbestos
I felt desert heat on my cheeks
The cup of coffee was my savior
I felt jingles, coming from your feet
I waited for your softness
And I heard something.
My eyes tried to wade through the blackness.
Now a pair of yellow lights started moving
Eyes of an animal are very comforting
Even of they sing of a certain death
I closed the eyes and waited for the sharp...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2016 8:02pm
13th Oct 2016 8:02pm
When the feeling's too old and the words are all used
I wanted to be seen
In a new light
Like when you are hungry, looking for food in the fridge
And the jar of peanut butter catches your eye
So I waved a red flag hoping you would see me
As you flew above circling the island I am stranded on
I hoped for help, but the SOS was hidden by trees
You were amused by the madman dancing on the beach
I tried not to be blunt because bluntness isn't attractive
All good speakers have subtlety on their side
But I am no James Joyce, all I ask is a place to hide
The creases all over you, seem warm and safe
But...
In a new light
Like when you are hungry, looking for food in the fridge
And the jar of peanut butter catches your eye
So I waved a red flag hoping you would see me
As you flew above circling the island I am stranded on
I hoped for help, but the SOS was hidden by trees
You were amused by the madman dancing on the beach
I tried not to be blunt because bluntness isn't attractive
All good speakers have subtlety on their side
But I am no James Joyce, all I ask is a place to hide
The creases all over you, seem warm and safe
But...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2016 6:14pm
12th Oct 2016 6:14pm
Looking for a good death
It's not death I fear of.
It's dying alone, with no one to cry for me.
How precious it is
To have someone to validate my existence
To have someone whose life will be more miserable in my absence.
I fear of not fulfilling these selfish conquests
I fear of being the hunter who has only the moon for company
As he combs the tundra for a rabbit
I want to have the family with a tent and a fire to go with it
I would go hunting for food
They would worry whether I was killed by a bear on the way back
Sometimes the hunter spares the rabbit
So it can give...
It's dying alone, with no one to cry for me.
How precious it is
To have someone to validate my existence
To have someone whose life will be more miserable in my absence.
I fear of not fulfilling these selfish conquests
I fear of being the hunter who has only the moon for company
As he combs the tundra for a rabbit
I want to have the family with a tent and a fire to go with it
I would go hunting for food
They would worry whether I was killed by a bear on the way back
Sometimes the hunter spares the rabbit
So it can give...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2016 00:41am
3rd Oct 2016 00:41am
Invisible and insignificant like air
I wore a tacky electric yellow shirt tonight
I sang Orbison's "In dreams" at the karaoke
I always found it normal
When people misspoke lyrics
When people sang out of tune
It's human of them
I misspoke some lyrics today
And of course I was out of tune
But I could feel everyone's eyes on me
There was a collective cringe at the bar when I sang
Maybe it was the shirt
Well I hate it too
I remember the guy some nights back
Who karaoke'd Taylor Swift rocking a similar shirt
It was orange and green. Ugly and grotesque. ...
I sang Orbison's "In dreams" at the karaoke
I always found it normal
When people misspoke lyrics
When people sang out of tune
It's human of them
I misspoke some lyrics today
And of course I was out of tune
But I could feel everyone's eyes on me
There was a collective cringe at the bar when I sang
Maybe it was the shirt
Well I hate it too
I remember the guy some nights back
Who karaoke'd Taylor Swift rocking a similar shirt
It was orange and green. Ugly and grotesque. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2016 8:33pm
22nd Sep 2016 8:33pm
A stargazer's moment of clarity
I felt dizzy momentarily, had to lie down
When the reality came down like a house of cards
Hit me like a sledgehammer in the teeth
I never knew I had a blind side until someone exposed it
When the blood flowing wouldn't stop
I knew what ultimately is true for everyone
The gleam of hope everyone waits for
Is dead like starlight
Still, everyone counts the stars in the night sky
But the stars are dead
Only the light lives on
Making fools out of us.
Worried sick to the stomach
We wait for the good days
Some think action brings...
When the reality came down like a house of cards
Hit me like a sledgehammer in the teeth
I never knew I had a blind side until someone exposed it
When the blood flowing wouldn't stop
I knew what ultimately is true for everyone
The gleam of hope everyone waits for
Is dead like starlight
Still, everyone counts the stars in the night sky
But the stars are dead
Only the light lives on
Making fools out of us.
Worried sick to the stomach
We wait for the good days
Some think action brings...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 1:10pm
18th Sep 2016 1:10pm
The Malice
Dressed sharply, wearing a smile on his face
There is no reason to doubt his goodness.
Or doubt his gentle behaviour
It can't possibly be faked.
Until you see him swatting away
The flies around him
Too many flies around him to just shrug off
He is not actually irritated by the flies
He is trying to not let others see them
See that the flies came because the smell was familiar
And he tries to keep them away
Distracting and disarming us with his smile
But once you notice the flies, you start realizing
There must be something rotten about him.
There is no reason to doubt his goodness.
Or doubt his gentle behaviour
It can't possibly be faked.
Until you see him swatting away
The flies around him
Too many flies around him to just shrug off
He is not actually irritated by the flies
He is trying to not let others see them
See that the flies came because the smell was familiar
And he tries to keep them away
Distracting and disarming us with his smile
But once you notice the flies, you start realizing
There must be something rotten about him.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2016 2:12pm
23rd Aug 2016 2:12pm
For the good listener
I am not writing about love today.
I am writing about kohl-smudged eyes that dance when she looks up
I am writing about clichés that become true
I am writing because I hate clichés
I am writing not because it's nice to write
But because it's bearable when you see the words speak out
Because feeding myself lies isn't helpful
But sometimes I forget to pay attention
And the line between truth and lies gets blurred
Sometimes I fall into the pit
And instead of trying to wake up
I look at the bottom
The darkness is overwhelming until she lights the...
I am writing about kohl-smudged eyes that dance when she looks up
I am writing about clichés that become true
I am writing because I hate clichés
I am writing not because it's nice to write
But because it's bearable when you see the words speak out
Because feeding myself lies isn't helpful
But sometimes I forget to pay attention
And the line between truth and lies gets blurred
Sometimes I fall into the pit
And instead of trying to wake up
I look at the bottom
The darkness is overwhelming until she lights the...
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