Submissions by keys_and_gloves
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2017 6:31pm
1st Nov 2017 6:31pm
Mimic
They took my mom off life support"
That was how our conversation started
My friend cried
he never cries...
I just stare back at him
feeling nothing, but I am crying too
My brain is re-enacting an action without meaning
copy, paste
copy, paste
copy, paste
We cry together
He hugs me and I hug him back
I think how hot he feels
like a fever of grief
His tears are soaking through my shirt, collecting against my skin and sliding down
one by one towards my heart
I can't...
That was how our conversation started
My friend cried
he never cries...
I just stare back at him
feeling nothing, but I am crying too
My brain is re-enacting an action without meaning
copy, paste
copy, paste
copy, paste
We cry together
He hugs me and I hug him back
I think how hot he feels
like a fever of grief
His tears are soaking through my shirt, collecting against my skin and sliding down
one by one towards my heart
I can't...
#dark
#technology
#LongDistanceRelationship
#metaphor
#hurt
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2016 8:05pm
28th Mar 2016 8:05pm
Sheep march on
Don't stop
don't think
just walk
A step at a time
Don't look up
don't speak
eyes down and lifeless
Keep moving
following
walking
Don't see the danger
don't question it
just walk
Right off the edge
you're one of them now
one of us now
There's no turning back
You're one of the herd now
don't think
just walk
A step at a time
Don't look up
don't speak
eyes down and lifeless
Keep moving
following
walking
Don't see the danger
don't question it
just walk
Right off the edge
you're one of them now
one of us now
There's no turning back
You're one of the herd now
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2016 8:02pm
28th Mar 2016 8:02pm
Lost in translation
It's not you...
but maybe it is
Because you hate them
even though they're just like you
You mirror them
rejecting a reflection that never asked for your opinion
Demanding change from things you never even touched upon
While standing on your righteous patch of ground
You declare that no other could see the world as you do
But your eyes are closed...
I'm confused by your anger
Shouting as street signs for not being trees
parking lots that are not meadows
people
Who just turn away because they think...
but maybe it is
Because you hate them
even though they're just like you
You mirror them
rejecting a reflection that never asked for your opinion
Demanding change from things you never even touched upon
While standing on your righteous patch of ground
You declare that no other could see the world as you do
But your eyes are closed...
I'm confused by your anger
Shouting as street signs for not being trees
parking lots that are not meadows
people
Who just turn away because they think...
779 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Aug 2015 4:15pm
30th Aug 2015 4:15pm
Pray for me
I'll be gone soon
She never said it
there was no need
dark circles under her eyes said it
the way her shoulders bowed under the weight of it
sadness that clothed her
wrapping itself around every part of her
These things did not need to be said
She stood there silently with a much smaller woman
white hair and hands spotted by age
her face lined but soft as the words that flowed from her
their hands clasped tightly together
heads almost touching
May the Lord clothe you in his love so you shall never walk naked or alone...
She never said it
there was no need
dark circles under her eyes said it
the way her shoulders bowed under the weight of it
sadness that clothed her
wrapping itself around every part of her
These things did not need to be said
She stood there silently with a much smaller woman
white hair and hands spotted by age
her face lined but soft as the words that flowed from her
their hands clasped tightly together
heads almost touching
May the Lord clothe you in his love so you shall never walk naked or alone...
730 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 00:33am
19th Aug 2015 00:33am
Shadow in a slip stream
Somethings are always real
solid with certainty
a brick walled reality that wont budge
like breathing
happening every moment without pause
without thought or need of reminding
this is not like breathing
it staggers through time
hesitant and awkward movements
lumbering through my reality
a Godzilla rerun
smashing brick walls
laying flat the steady rhythm of conscious thoughts
that pass (in one... out two) like breath through me
it crowds the air like smoke rings
choking off any escape from it ...
solid with certainty
a brick walled reality that wont budge
like breathing
happening every moment without pause
without thought or need of reminding
this is not like breathing
it staggers through time
hesitant and awkward movements
lumbering through my reality
a Godzilla rerun
smashing brick walls
laying flat the steady rhythm of conscious thoughts
that pass (in one... out two) like breath through me
it crowds the air like smoke rings
choking off any escape from it ...
597 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 10:12pm
7th Jun 2015 10:12pm
Mutated Society
Broken down
Forgotten bodies
Discarded heart beats
Breath stolen out of ignorance
Though damaged life grows like weeds
deserted parking lots become idle playgrounds
It survives, mutates to with stand the pressure
Forged in violence
Blood brothers ebb life life from one another
Drop by drop
Skin thickens
Hardens
Armour plated fall out shelters
Waiting for the winds to change
Scratching out twisted commandments
Handing down life lessons in blood shed
Brutality under a cloak of kindness
Mothers love...
Forgotten bodies
Discarded heart beats
Breath stolen out of ignorance
Though damaged life grows like weeds
deserted parking lots become idle playgrounds
It survives, mutates to with stand the pressure
Forged in violence
Blood brothers ebb life life from one another
Drop by drop
Skin thickens
Hardens
Armour plated fall out shelters
Waiting for the winds to change
Scratching out twisted commandments
Handing down life lessons in blood shed
Brutality under a cloak of kindness
Mothers love...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 10:10pm
7th Jun 2015 10:10pm
The Crucial Villain
A hero really is just a stranger
hidden in a mask
to keep them guessing
They swoop in at the last second
save the day
and vanish...
Cape flying in the wind like forgotten banners
they can never stay long
after the villain has retreated
Vanquished for another day
they can never get too close
hold too tight
They fly on burning wings
every stroke cutting away at the time they have
to save those that cant hold them
feathers burning
falling
counting seconds in ashes
The battles
The victories...
hidden in a mask
to keep them guessing
They swoop in at the last second
save the day
and vanish...
Cape flying in the wind like forgotten banners
they can never stay long
after the villain has retreated
Vanquished for another day
they can never get too close
hold too tight
They fly on burning wings
every stroke cutting away at the time they have
to save those that cant hold them
feathers burning
falling
counting seconds in ashes
The battles
The victories...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 3:48am
27th Jan 2015 3:48am
#shit friends say that makes no sense at all
We laugh
at least you do
I watch you laughing
thinking the joke wasn't really that funny
at least to me
But maybe that's the punchline
I know to you this all makes sense
But that's a different punchline isn't it
for another joke I've never heard
or just don't find funny
maybe this just lacks context, don't you think
even the slightest sense of reality
But the gap between where I stand and where you do is only getting wider
we're drifting, but not together
You keep punching holes in your boat
like bad jokes...
at least you do
I watch you laughing
thinking the joke wasn't really that funny
at least to me
But maybe that's the punchline
I know to you this all makes sense
But that's a different punchline isn't it
for another joke I've never heard
or just don't find funny
maybe this just lacks context, don't you think
even the slightest sense of reality
But the gap between where I stand and where you do is only getting wider
we're drifting, but not together
You keep punching holes in your boat
like bad jokes...
718 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Dec 2014 5:01am
8th Dec 2014 5:01am
Things forgot
This is not a poem of things that have happened
but things that never happened
this is a poem of lost things
pushed so far down they are forgotten
this is a poem of feelings
the ones that seem to have no place at all but still twist knots into your stomach
making muscles jerk and spasm while icy fingers claw at your spine
while somewhere in your mind is lurking the hidden reasons for it all
why the sound of creaking floor boards sends frantic ripples through your mind
fingers gripping at your neck harsher then a nightmares kiss
can leave you...
but things that never happened
this is a poem of lost things
pushed so far down they are forgotten
this is a poem of feelings
the ones that seem to have no place at all but still twist knots into your stomach
making muscles jerk and spasm while icy fingers claw at your spine
while somewhere in your mind is lurking the hidden reasons for it all
why the sound of creaking floor boards sends frantic ripples through your mind
fingers gripping at your neck harsher then a nightmares kiss
can leave you...
807 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2014 00:40am
28th Jun 2014 00:40am
Falling between worlds
there was never any magic to finding my way to this place just another sleepless night
restless longing to feel, pretend that I could belong
somewhere, at least for a time
to cast my words like fishing lines in hopes of catching some fragment of acceptance
in a craft where I still fumbled
stumbled, blind as any bat
fingers grouping harsh and frantic after words that plagued my mind jerking sleep back like a rug that used to lay so still and lifeless
leaving me flat on my back head spinning with so many verses
titles for these names and faces...
restless longing to feel, pretend that I could belong
somewhere, at least for a time
to cast my words like fishing lines in hopes of catching some fragment of acceptance
in a craft where I still fumbled
stumbled, blind as any bat
fingers grouping harsh and frantic after words that plagued my mind jerking sleep back like a rug that used to lay so still and lifeless
leaving me flat on my back head spinning with so many verses
titles for these names and faces...
865 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 4:51am
27th Mar 2014 4:51am
Those hands are not mine
These hands are not mine tonight
no they must belong to someone else
someone that I used to know
used to know all too well
I used to watch those hands grasping endless steaming mugs of tea
wash dishes slowly between 1 and 3 (am of course)
turn yellow pages one by one
how they could fend off sleep with every movement
I used to watch them slick with soap caressing every plate and spoon
folding sheets still warm from the dryer
anything to keep from halting, pausing
resting even for a moments time to think
as I...
no they must belong to someone else
someone that I used to know
used to know all too well
I used to watch those hands grasping endless steaming mugs of tea
wash dishes slowly between 1 and 3 (am of course)
turn yellow pages one by one
how they could fend off sleep with every movement
I used to watch them slick with soap caressing every plate and spoon
folding sheets still warm from the dryer
anything to keep from halting, pausing
resting even for a moments time to think
as I...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 4:46am
8th Mar 2014 4:46am
I don't write depressed poetry
But still, here I sit
toying with blackened words seeped in sadness
thinking lines like slow decline
broken hearted
so cliche and tear stained pages
clawing my way back from the brink
of shedding verbs of loneliness
isolated desperation clinging like my second skin
slowly flaking from my shoulders leaving only subtle traces
where my new skin yet feels to raw to pick up and carry on
stamping signs of happiness across black lines of begrudged depression
as though a noseless yellow face could succeed where I still fail
to vanquish...
toying with blackened words seeped in sadness
thinking lines like slow decline
broken hearted
so cliche and tear stained pages
clawing my way back from the brink
of shedding verbs of loneliness
isolated desperation clinging like my second skin
slowly flaking from my shoulders leaving only subtle traces
where my new skin yet feels to raw to pick up and carry on
stamping signs of happiness across black lines of begrudged depression
as though a noseless yellow face could succeed where I still fail
to vanquish...
818 reads
5 Comments
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