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
STORY POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 00:52am
5th Jan 2012 00:52am
Quotable me
Words fell from my mouth
Like snowflakes or rain storms
And as I stopped to ponder them
I saw the names of other people
Like Dickinson and Frost
They floated between my own words
And changed the few they touched
Until there was little left
But lines borrowed
Then left to dust
Like snowflakes or rain storms
And as I stopped to ponder them
I saw the names of other people
Like Dickinson and Frost
They floated between my own words
And changed the few they touched
Until there was little left
But lines borrowed
Then left to dust
781 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2011 11:08pm
29th Dec 2011 11:08pm
Tide of memory
I forget sometimes what people tell me to do or not do
Like right from wrong without a moral compass
One means no more then the other
What they tell me slips away into the backwaters of my memory
Where it drowns in all other memories forgotten
Until my mind overflows with all these forgotten things
And I too am lost in them
Without so much as a ripple
Vanishing below the surface of my own mind
Like right from wrong without a moral compass
One means no more then the other
What they tell me slips away into the backwaters of my memory
Where it drowns in all other memories forgotten
Until my mind overflows with all these forgotten things
And I too am lost in them
Without so much as a ripple
Vanishing below the surface of my own mind
933 reads
7 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Dec 2011 5:48am
27th Dec 2011 5:48am
Love me like only you can
I never thought there was anything for me in this world, a bad string of people and encounters one following the other never remarkable or interesting.
Usually painful until the numbing sensation took over and there was nothing left that wanted to feel ...to fight to exist.
I wanted to stop existing curl in on myself and disappear forever.
This strange feeling kept nagging at me, it was relentless and constant.
I could hear it when I woke when I slept it was even louder, humming in my skull like to many thoughts all trying to make them selves heard all at once.
...
Usually painful until the numbing sensation took over and there was nothing left that wanted to feel ...to fight to exist.
I wanted to stop existing curl in on myself and disappear forever.
This strange feeling kept nagging at me, it was relentless and constant.
I could hear it when I woke when I slept it was even louder, humming in my skull like to many thoughts all trying to make them selves heard all at once.
...
877 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 1:20am
30th Nov 2011 1:20am
Been worse... but not anymore
The train stops in front of me
First of the morning
Get on the last car and walk quietly to the end of the row
A lone passenger sits in the aisle across from me
They wear only a thin coat even though the morning is cold and damp
It takes a moment to notice that the only foot prints down the aisle are mine
Made of slow melting snow, it clings to my shoes
I wonder about that for a second...
But it’s early and the thought is brushed away leaving only the silence
No one else gets on the train with us
Just the lone passenger and I ...
First of the morning
Get on the last car and walk quietly to the end of the row
A lone passenger sits in the aisle across from me
They wear only a thin coat even though the morning is cold and damp
It takes a moment to notice that the only foot prints down the aisle are mine
Made of slow melting snow, it clings to my shoes
I wonder about that for a second...
But it’s early and the thought is brushed away leaving only the silence
No one else gets on the train with us
Just the lone passenger and I ...
670 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Nov 2011 1:06am
19th Nov 2011 1:06am
Goldfish on toast
Pluck one fat orange body from the water
Slippery fins pinched between finger and thumb
Wiggling, wriggling struggling for life
Pointless life with a five second memory
Fat drops of water leave trails across the counter top
Plop, let it fall onto the plate
Gills flexing
Mouth agape
Open, close
Blank eyes stare upwards
Watching reflected light from the water ripple on the ceiling
The first thing to be spooned out
Spread over fresh toast
Like butter before jam
Goldfish on top of eye jelly
Fat orange body still wiggling...
Slippery fins pinched between finger and thumb
Wiggling, wriggling struggling for life
Pointless life with a five second memory
Fat drops of water leave trails across the counter top
Plop, let it fall onto the plate
Gills flexing
Mouth agape
Open, close
Blank eyes stare upwards
Watching reflected light from the water ripple on the ceiling
The first thing to be spooned out
Spread over fresh toast
Like butter before jam
Goldfish on top of eye jelly
Fat orange body still wiggling...
955 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 9:32pm
22nd Oct 2011 9:32pm
Spoons for shovels
We were explorers my brother and I
We delved down into the deepest darkest jungles
Climbed the tallest mountains and walked deserts
Even if the jungle was a bunch of bush’s and the mountain our front step
The desert just a field across the street
We were explorers
We were lion tamers my brother and I
We had lion taming hats and chairs to fend them off
There roars were deafening, but we made them do tricks
Even if our hats were mixing bowls and the lions were our cats
The chairs we fended them off with from my tea parties ...
We delved down into the deepest darkest jungles
Climbed the tallest mountains and walked deserts
Even if the jungle was a bunch of bush’s and the mountain our front step
The desert just a field across the street
We were explorers
We were lion tamers my brother and I
We had lion taming hats and chairs to fend them off
There roars were deafening, but we made them do tricks
Even if our hats were mixing bowls and the lions were our cats
The chairs we fended them off with from my tea parties ...
791 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2011 5:24pm
21st Oct 2011 5:24pm
Seat belts and sun tans
It’s a long way between point A. and B.
Sun shining down on us
Windows open with the wind blowing through your hair
My hand resting on your leg as you shift gears
Loud rush of the air ripping by my ear
It’s beautiful
Your eye catches mine, we both smile and laugh
No reason for the joy shared now
Didn’t win the lottery
We’re not going on a grand adventure
Or maybe we are
Feel my heart swell just for being in the same place as you
Seat belt across my shoulder with the sun beating down
As always giving me strange tan...
Sun shining down on us
Windows open with the wind blowing through your hair
My hand resting on your leg as you shift gears
Loud rush of the air ripping by my ear
It’s beautiful
Your eye catches mine, we both smile and laugh
No reason for the joy shared now
Didn’t win the lottery
We’re not going on a grand adventure
Or maybe we are
Feel my heart swell just for being in the same place as you
Seat belt across my shoulder with the sun beating down
As always giving me strange tan...
808 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Oct 2011 10:47pm
20th Oct 2011 10:47pm
For the love of swing sets
Kids jumping on dumpsters
Joyful shouts at the destruction
Youth, I remember it well
Stupidity too
I’m a few years ahead
But just a few
Was I once like that too?
I can’t remember
No I think my love was for swing sets
How they could lift you above everything
Even if they brought you down again
It left that twisted feeling in your stomach
Half the time not sure if it was good or not
But always we would run whooping for them
As soon as we got to the park
No... I’m definitely nothing like them
I wonder if...
Joyful shouts at the destruction
Youth, I remember it well
Stupidity too
I’m a few years ahead
But just a few
Was I once like that too?
I can’t remember
No I think my love was for swing sets
How they could lift you above everything
Even if they brought you down again
It left that twisted feeling in your stomach
Half the time not sure if it was good or not
But always we would run whooping for them
As soon as we got to the park
No... I’m definitely nothing like them
I wonder if...
855 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Oct 2011 5:21pm
20th Oct 2011 5:21pm
I’ll still be petrified
Can’t help that my voice shakes
I’m standing up here looking out
With the lights shining on me for the first time
It’s not just my voice that’s shaking
You know that sound right before you speak
When you can hear everyone out there watching
Hear them all holding their breath
Waiting for you to take your first
I’m standing up here looking out
The lights are shining down on me for the first time
I can barely breathe for all the stillness that’s waiting
For me to take my first
I’m sorry that my voice shakes...
I’m standing up here looking out
With the lights shining on me for the first time
It’s not just my voice that’s shaking
You know that sound right before you speak
When you can hear everyone out there watching
Hear them all holding their breath
Waiting for you to take your first
I’m standing up here looking out
The lights are shining down on me for the first time
I can barely breathe for all the stillness that’s waiting
For me to take my first
I’m sorry that my voice shakes...
824 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Oct 2011 7:43am
20th Oct 2011 7:43am
I live in a cell
This is my cell
It has no walls or doors
There are no chains to hold me
No locks or keys
Yet I cannot leave
I am bound here
My cell is large enough to contain everything that I am
But could fit in the palm of a hand
My entire life has been spent inside it
I have never seen what could be beyond
Stayed so long I don’t think I could live without it
Not outside this cell of mine
It has shown me how
I feel through these walls that do not exist
Even sadness...
When it filters through the windows like cold rain...
It has no walls or doors
There are no chains to hold me
No locks or keys
Yet I cannot leave
I am bound here
My cell is large enough to contain everything that I am
But could fit in the palm of a hand
My entire life has been spent inside it
I have never seen what could be beyond
Stayed so long I don’t think I could live without it
Not outside this cell of mine
It has shown me how
I feel through these walls that do not exist
Even sadness...
When it filters through the windows like cold rain...
836 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2011 10:35am
18th Oct 2011 10:35am
LOL p.s I hate you
I really hate facebook
No really, I do
Everyone I ever knew is on there
Sometimes more than once
500 friends and still no one to talk to
Everyone commenting
But no one’s really saying anything
LOL
Have I mentioned how much I hate you?
Oh look Farmville... again
Gods help me
Another comment box is coming up
I’m being poked from so many different directions
Does anyone own a phone anymore?
HAHA thought someone might remember my birthday
No that was facebook to
Of course
...
No really, I do
Everyone I ever knew is on there
Sometimes more than once
500 friends and still no one to talk to
Everyone commenting
But no one’s really saying anything
LOL
Have I mentioned how much I hate you?
Oh look Farmville... again
Gods help me
Another comment box is coming up
I’m being poked from so many different directions
Does anyone own a phone anymore?
HAHA thought someone might remember my birthday
No that was facebook to
Of course
...
981 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2011 10:09am
18th Oct 2011 10:09am
Scratched windows and a bus stop
Hum... rattle, rattle
Lift eyes from the floor
Up through scratched windows
Who scratches windows?
Another fence
Hiss... doors open again
Uninterested...
Hiss... and closed
No time for your fellow man here
Wondering about those scratches still
Another passing, eyes on the floor
Interesting...
Far more so then them
Temporary companions
Another fence, with bars this time
Hiss... doors open again
...Strange
Hiss... and closed
Scratched windows pass by them
Seriously who scratches windows?...
Lift eyes from the floor
Up through scratched windows
Who scratches windows?
Another fence
Hiss... doors open again
Uninterested...
Hiss... and closed
No time for your fellow man here
Wondering about those scratches still
Another passing, eyes on the floor
Interesting...
Far more so then them
Temporary companions
Another fence, with bars this time
Hiss... doors open again
...Strange
Hiss... and closed
Scratched windows pass by them
Seriously who scratches windows?...
583 reads
2 Comments
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