Submissions by kmaaay (KMAY)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 10:00pm
22nd Nov 2015 10:00pm
youth
some say
we’re young adults
some say
we’re just kids
and some don’t care
for what we say
to them our age
renders us defenceless
our tongues reply
we’re against this
and our actions
defend us
and our actions
berate us
but who is to blame when
we’re feeling the weight of all the
other generations
and we’re feeling the pain
derived from toxic decisions
of others opinions
and we’re fighting for expression
but is denied as undermining
what is not ours
but the authorities positions
we’re young adults
some say
we’re just kids
and some don’t care
for what we say
to them our age
renders us defenceless
our tongues reply
we’re against this
and our actions
defend us
and our actions
berate us
but who is to blame when
we’re feeling the weight of all the
other generations
and we’re feeling the pain
derived from toxic decisions
of others opinions
and we’re fighting for expression
but is denied as undermining
what is not ours
but the authorities positions
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2015 9:53pm
22nd Nov 2015 9:53pm
12/13/14
The air was congested from the moment I stepped foot inside
The atmosphere drenched with the scent of lovers
I tried to preserve my rational line of thinking
Inadequate and with holding
I submerged into the decent
Apprehensive to the authenticity
Of what was articulated
I manifested an uncomfortability
He slept peacefully
I constrained to the bed
In an open eyed slumber
Tossing on top of infidelities
Each crease reminding me
I lie beside a liar
He beside many others
Witching hour haunting me
He, sleep talking stakes to my...
The atmosphere drenched with the scent of lovers
I tried to preserve my rational line of thinking
Inadequate and with holding
I submerged into the decent
Apprehensive to the authenticity
Of what was articulated
I manifested an uncomfortability
He slept peacefully
I constrained to the bed
In an open eyed slumber
Tossing on top of infidelities
Each crease reminding me
I lie beside a liar
He beside many others
Witching hour haunting me
He, sleep talking stakes to my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 00:27am
21st Nov 2015 00:27am
equilibrium
we’ll make
music, poetry, art
love
and lay intertwined
between the suns set
and the suns rise
interminably seising to
seize the day
waking up in the lower canopy
of brown green leaves and
peels of unmasked fruit
no uncertainty of our unremitting apex
no questioning how we awoke
in an orchid so sweet
and so ripe
our souls decree
and our souls collide
perhaps not in this life time
perhaps in the transmigration
of us reborn as singular stars
mastery of beauty fleeting the sky
lucid, falling to one...
music, poetry, art
love
and lay intertwined
between the suns set
and the suns rise
interminably seising to
seize the day
waking up in the lower canopy
of brown green leaves and
peels of unmasked fruit
no uncertainty of our unremitting apex
no questioning how we awoke
in an orchid so sweet
and so ripe
our souls decree
and our souls collide
perhaps not in this life time
perhaps in the transmigration
of us reborn as singular stars
mastery of beauty fleeting the sky
lucid, falling to one...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2015 00:17am
21st Nov 2015 00:17am
Kenilworth ties
the evening to mid morning dew
covers the biosphere to no one’s expense
my feet are bound by socks
and when needed, bounded
by leather waterproof boots
striding alongside
staggering fortification
fern fortresses align and
further on fairy rings dance
between reflections dwelling
upon the grass’ blade
i’m always learning
about the future and the past
by abiding the present
and following motions
not solely connected to a purpose
but in the end
always commandeering a purpose
twigs, flowers,...
covers the biosphere to no one’s expense
my feet are bound by socks
and when needed, bounded
by leather waterproof boots
striding alongside
staggering fortification
fern fortresses align and
further on fairy rings dance
between reflections dwelling
upon the grass’ blade
i’m always learning
about the future and the past
by abiding the present
and following motions
not solely connected to a purpose
but in the end
always commandeering a purpose
twigs, flowers,...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 4:53pm
10th Oct 2015 4:53pm
kinding feelings
The sun undressed me, carelessly
Skimming over my imperfections
He said it was effortless because
I didn’t have any
Snapdragons alined by my side
Chattering inaudibly
Pinks, reds, yellow, whites
I hadn’t paused for any consequence
Adrift in blue eyes like
Beating butterflies like
Droning dragonflies like
The spiralling of kaleidoscopes
Pressed firm to the eye
The grass was flattened
But only momentarily as
The migrate of worker ants stuttered
Confused by the decryption of their convoy
The bees didn’t say anything...
Skimming over my imperfections
He said it was effortless because
I didn’t have any
Snapdragons alined by my side
Chattering inaudibly
Pinks, reds, yellow, whites
I hadn’t paused for any consequence
Adrift in blue eyes like
Beating butterflies like
Droning dragonflies like
The spiralling of kaleidoscopes
Pressed firm to the eye
The grass was flattened
But only momentarily as
The migrate of worker ants stuttered
Confused by the decryption of their convoy
The bees didn’t say anything...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2015 00:47am
6th Oct 2015 00:47am
Amsterdam
walking around
Amsterdam
high on hash and
eating strawberries
beckoning sunlight
and drinking coffee
the streets are beginning
to feel familiar
but at the same time
confusingly
similar
conducted by my motivation
every discovery that had
come to me
in favour of
atypical beauty
was worth the distance
canals are oil pastel
olive green and shades of purple
blue and cream
seabirds float between lines
and plastic lines the edges
leading naive travellers to
the dwellings...
Amsterdam
high on hash and
eating strawberries
beckoning sunlight
and drinking coffee
the streets are beginning
to feel familiar
but at the same time
confusingly
similar
conducted by my motivation
every discovery that had
come to me
in favour of
atypical beauty
was worth the distance
canals are oil pastel
olive green and shades of purple
blue and cream
seabirds float between lines
and plastic lines the edges
leading naive travellers to
the dwellings...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2015 8:53pm
4th Oct 2015 8:53pm
???
who are they?
who are they?
who are what is evil?
who are you?
and are you, you?
who are they to claim
land that belongs to the trees
and who are they to take
land that belongs to the earth
and who am I?
who am I to sit here comfortably ?
who am I to sit here doing nothing?
who am I to feel so distant?
and what is we?
who is we?
and is it us?
and is it right?
is it right to not know
who they are
and who I am
and is it right
to be suffering
in a bed
under the sheets
comfortably
above land...
who are they?
who are what is evil?
who are you?
and are you, you?
who are they to claim
land that belongs to the trees
and who are they to take
land that belongs to the earth
and who am I?
who am I to sit here comfortably ?
who am I to sit here doing nothing?
who am I to feel so distant?
and what is we?
who is we?
and is it us?
and is it right?
is it right to not know
who they are
and who I am
and is it right
to be suffering
in a bed
under the sheets
comfortably
above land...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2013 8:57am
24th May 2013 8:57am
rinse and repeat
we traded air between our lungs
and the warmth beneath our skin
as you exhaled three words
that had never been directed my way
and as you left that day
leaving me with your taste
I picked up your shirt
of bright patterns
and crinkles displaying the previous night
and washed it, so it was just like new
but with each return
your colours started to fade
until that night you said you were staying in
so I went out
and noticed you at the back of the club
in a bright new shirt
holding another girl ...
and the warmth beneath our skin
as you exhaled three words
that had never been directed my way
and as you left that day
leaving me with your taste
I picked up your shirt
of bright patterns
and crinkles displaying the previous night
and washed it, so it was just like new
but with each return
your colours started to fade
until that night you said you were staying in
so I went out
and noticed you at the back of the club
in a bright new shirt
holding another girl ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 7:05am
15th Apr 2013 7:05am
Summing up every morning with you.
When it comes to the point of my life where I die,
And my life is flashing before my eyes.
I hope life has screen shots saved over time,
Of every morning where we woke intertwined.
And my life is flashing before my eyes.
I hope life has screen shots saved over time,
Of every morning where we woke intertwined.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 1:23pm
11th Apr 2013 1:23pm
On a hill with an old friend.
She said it hurt to smile,
But I never really knew how that felt
And she begged for someone get her out of her house
I guess I was looking for a friend too
So I invited her to my favourite hill
And it just happened to be hers too
I pondered about our lives
The distance and connection
The crossovers
Weighing up the odds of the circumstance
We were both here today, together
Amongst the view we rolled herbs
So eloquently
So it could persuade us
Things weren't so bad
We sat on that hill for...
But I never really knew how that felt
And she begged for someone get her out of her house
I guess I was looking for a friend too
So I invited her to my favourite hill
And it just happened to be hers too
I pondered about our lives
The distance and connection
The crossovers
Weighing up the odds of the circumstance
We were both here today, together
Amongst the view we rolled herbs
So eloquently
So it could persuade us
Things weren't so bad
We sat on that hill for...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 6:22am
7th Apr 2013 6:22am
take it all back.
when did it begin,
the dying of our wanted sins
the moment where our shadows crossed
more frequently than our bodies touched
where our shining eyes that stared into longevity
became searchers and locators of infidelities
and the freckles on my face
that drew dot-to-dot hearts predicting our fate
shattered in the summer
as my skin burned
and healed into your return
we knew nonetheless nothing was there
but I tried again and covered my face bare
with the make up you bought me one time
to hide the broken hearts to keep...
the dying of our wanted sins
the moment where our shadows crossed
more frequently than our bodies touched
where our shining eyes that stared into longevity
became searchers and locators of infidelities
and the freckles on my face
that drew dot-to-dot hearts predicting our fate
shattered in the summer
as my skin burned
and healed into your return
we knew nonetheless nothing was there
but I tried again and covered my face bare
with the make up you bought me one time
to hide the broken hearts to keep...
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 4:12am
5th Apr 2013 4:12am
Not a poem but just some ramblings
I hate the place in which I reside
I'm lost as to why
The people I live with are lovely
But I hate them too
The fact that they're so "organic" and for the world
But lack the process of placing the right items in the recycle
Maybe it's because they're messy
Or the fact their music drowns out mine
Maybe it's T.V that's so loud at night
So their fucks make no obvious sound
The room I have is huge
I hate that it's biggest I'v ever had
It's right next to the bathroom
That keeps me so endlessly awake
I can hear every...
I'm lost as to why
The people I live with are lovely
But I hate them too
The fact that they're so "organic" and for the world
But lack the process of placing the right items in the recycle
Maybe it's because they're messy
Or the fact their music drowns out mine
Maybe it's T.V that's so loud at night
So their fucks make no obvious sound
The room I have is huge
I hate that it's biggest I'v ever had
It's right next to the bathroom
That keeps me so endlessly awake
I can hear every...
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