Submissions by keys_and_gloves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a story teller not a poet but maybe one day that will change to
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 00:55am
26th Mar 2013 00:55am
The candle that loved the bonfire
The last picture I have of you in my mind was with blood on your lips
the way you smiled and told me not to be afraid
even though you were the one dying
How my hands felt too small as I tried to catch the life that was running out of you and put it back
but it just kept slipping through my fingers
My last memory of you was holding my hand as we walked together
not that we were in love
just because you were my friend and I liked knowing you were always right there
Telling stories about ghosts that dwelled in the halls of our school as we...
the way you smiled and told me not to be afraid
even though you were the one dying
How my hands felt too small as I tried to catch the life that was running out of you and put it back
but it just kept slipping through my fingers
My last memory of you was holding my hand as we walked together
not that we were in love
just because you were my friend and I liked knowing you were always right there
Telling stories about ghosts that dwelled in the halls of our school as we...
900 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 6:24pm
16th Mar 2013 6:24pm
Promise
you asked
I smiled
the only answer
forever of course
I smiled
the only answer
forever of course
825 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 00:15am
14th Mar 2013 00:15am
Nothing
Second chance, I'd turn my back
though I've made a mistake or two
its not that I don't have my demons
in fact there's quite a few
but for all the years that I've seen
I still ended up with you
So if there ever comes a time
when this offer floats my way
I'll turn on my heel and head right home
cause there's nothing that I'd change
though I've made a mistake or two
its not that I don't have my demons
in fact there's quite a few
but for all the years that I've seen
I still ended up with you
So if there ever comes a time
when this offer floats my way
I'll turn on my heel and head right home
cause there's nothing that I'd change
758 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Mar 2013 11:51pm
13th Mar 2013 11:51pm
I'm dreaming or crazy
There were stitches up her leg
watching her walking slightly ahead
crossing the street as the skin slowly pulled apart at her seems
transfixing crimson drops
they would fall slowly I thought
I blinked
Just a tattoo nothing more
the blood was gone, I looked away
She turned the corner, I waited for the bus
I watched the edge of her skirt disappear around it
like the coat tails of the white rabbit
looking down, eyes closed
what would that be like...?
A rabbit in a waistcoat skirted the edges of...
watching her walking slightly ahead
crossing the street as the skin slowly pulled apart at her seems
transfixing crimson drops
they would fall slowly I thought
I blinked
Just a tattoo nothing more
the blood was gone, I looked away
She turned the corner, I waited for the bus
I watched the edge of her skirt disappear around it
like the coat tails of the white rabbit
looking down, eyes closed
what would that be like...?
A rabbit in a waistcoat skirted the edges of...
694 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2013 00:03am
13th Mar 2013 00:03am
My life as a backpack
I have pockets full of suffering
Stuffed to the brim with doubt
Enough tears to fill an ocean
But enough love to dry it out
I’ve walked a thousand miles with many pairs of shoes
Worn out all my zippers and learned to sing the blues
I’ve seen the tops of mountains
Watched rainbows kiss the sky
Felt the snap of a lightning crack
And earned all my patches too
I’ve held locks of lovers’ hair
Carried shame and pity too
Crossed the spaces on a map
Though on paper they were just an inch or two
I’ve listened to your whispers...
Stuffed to the brim with doubt
Enough tears to fill an ocean
But enough love to dry it out
I’ve walked a thousand miles with many pairs of shoes
Worn out all my zippers and learned to sing the blues
I’ve seen the tops of mountains
Watched rainbows kiss the sky
Felt the snap of a lightning crack
And earned all my patches too
I’ve held locks of lovers’ hair
Carried shame and pity too
Crossed the spaces on a map
Though on paper they were just an inch or two
I’ve listened to your whispers...
703 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Mar 2013 10:02pm
9th Mar 2013 10:02pm
Waiting room
Sitting in the world’s most uncomfortable chair as I readjust my seat for the sixth time… it seems to be a futile effort.
An overweight man in a grey jogging suit is walking in, his white shoes leave wet foot prints across the faded carpet as he crosses the room and begins taking up the chair opposite me with a heavy sigh as though he has walked a long distance though I can see his car through the half closed blinds.
I think the carpet used to be red, like the long carpets they use in the lineup to see Santa but now it is a muddy color… like the water one might use to rinse...
An overweight man in a grey jogging suit is walking in, his white shoes leave wet foot prints across the faded carpet as he crosses the room and begins taking up the chair opposite me with a heavy sigh as though he has walked a long distance though I can see his car through the half closed blinds.
I think the carpet used to be red, like the long carpets they use in the lineup to see Santa but now it is a muddy color… like the water one might use to rinse...
718 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 7:02pm
1st Mar 2013 7:02pm
Dear life
Sometimes...
I don't like you very much
That is all
I don't like you very much
That is all
743 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 00:46am
23rd Feb 2013 00:46am
Dear man playing the giant cello (double bass)
I watched you silently from my place amid the masses
As you sat alone on stage
Around you stood the empty chairs
Still awaiting instruments and bodies
But you didn’t seem to notice
Slowly drawing the bow across the strings
While fingers danced seemingly unaided
I sketched you then in my mind so that I might always remember the way your brow was furrowed
Hair astray in the fashion most expected by a being that has not slept in as many days as artists of unheard merit are apt to do
I traced the joints of your fingers curled around the dark...
As you sat alone on stage
Around you stood the empty chairs
Still awaiting instruments and bodies
But you didn’t seem to notice
Slowly drawing the bow across the strings
While fingers danced seemingly unaided
I sketched you then in my mind so that I might always remember the way your brow was furrowed
Hair astray in the fashion most expected by a being that has not slept in as many days as artists of unheard merit are apt to do
I traced the joints of your fingers curled around the dark...
724 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 00:43am
23rd Feb 2013 00:43am
Wings of fire
Rage and sorrow gripped me then without ever thinking that in a moment I might inflict not just one but two black eyes on a boy that lived just down the street
Who I had, just the day before run and played with, laughed and joked while sitting on my grandmother’s front porch
In our hands tall cool glasses of different colored beverages, ice cubes bobbing
If time had frozen in that moment I might have had a chance to gauge the sudden surprise at my aggression
The cry of pain when my fist connected
Before he ran away
Looking down around my feet I took in...
Who I had, just the day before run and played with, laughed and joked while sitting on my grandmother’s front porch
In our hands tall cool glasses of different colored beverages, ice cubes bobbing
If time had frozen in that moment I might have had a chance to gauge the sudden surprise at my aggression
The cry of pain when my fist connected
Before he ran away
Looking down around my feet I took in...
689 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 7:46pm
15th Jan 2013 7:46pm
I will never miss you
you are one I will never miss
I will never sit in the bathroom late at night and cry quietly because you are here
there will never be a moment in my life when I stop and wonder what has happened to you, or if you will return
you will never be given the chance to cage my heart or clip my wings
because I have already left you far behind
I will never have my words stolen by you
Or feel helpless because I can not escape you
I will fly higher and faster then you ever let me believe I could
you will never constrict my imagination of what is possible...
I will never sit in the bathroom late at night and cry quietly because you are here
there will never be a moment in my life when I stop and wonder what has happened to you, or if you will return
you will never be given the chance to cage my heart or clip my wings
because I have already left you far behind
I will never have my words stolen by you
Or feel helpless because I can not escape you
I will fly higher and faster then you ever let me believe I could
you will never constrict my imagination of what is possible...
654 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 9:37am
12th Jan 2013 9:37am
The world replied
The time that passed between the moments
Of when you looked in my direction
But I again glanced away unseen
Your words whispered in the late of night
While I all knowing waited, silent and observing
Until once again I see you return
Across my horizon
Of when you looked in my direction
But I again glanced away unseen
Your words whispered in the late of night
While I all knowing waited, silent and observing
Until once again I see you return
Across my horizon
615 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 10:38pm
29th Sep 2012 10:38pm
Confused laughter
for a moment I contemplated
how my goldfish
in an afternoon could travel
from my basement
to where his body now lay
on the roof
how my goldfish
in an afternoon could travel
from my basement
to where his body now lay
on the roof
737 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by keys_and_gloves
