Submissions by kmaaay (KMAY)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2013 10:22am
29th Mar 2013 10:22am
Poetry.
We're all just writing poetry
To hide subliminal messages
For that one person
We want to sit and decipher
But they never do
Because we're all so closed
To let any human of real importance
Read what we desperately want to admit
The words you so perfectly allow
To ooze from the chronicles
And chapters
Of the book shelved essays
Once trapped in your mind
So keep jotting down those flowing sentences
Reread and revise
But nothing of the content
Will ever impact the one you want
Unless you sign your name...
To hide subliminal messages
For that one person
We want to sit and decipher
But they never do
Because we're all so closed
To let any human of real importance
Read what we desperately want to admit
The words you so perfectly allow
To ooze from the chronicles
And chapters
Of the book shelved essays
Once trapped in your mind
So keep jotting down those flowing sentences
Reread and revise
But nothing of the content
Will ever impact the one you want
Unless you sign your name...
631 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 7:48am
23rd Mar 2013 7:48am
Art Students.
I walked into an arts school
And noticed a flock of sheep
Although they we're "individual"
They were all the same
The same vintage clothing
Found in a little shop
You wouldn't have heard of
Worn the same awkwardly way
The same fringes and coloured lips
The same boots, like a river of rocks
Stuck in the raging water
The recycled conversations on Salvador Dali
And student lectures in the history of pop culture
Finding deeper meanings into art
Which clearly has no intentions
The glorification of...
And noticed a flock of sheep
Although they we're "individual"
They were all the same
The same vintage clothing
Found in a little shop
You wouldn't have heard of
Worn the same awkwardly way
The same fringes and coloured lips
The same boots, like a river of rocks
Stuck in the raging water
The recycled conversations on Salvador Dali
And student lectures in the history of pop culture
Finding deeper meanings into art
Which clearly has no intentions
The glorification of...
656 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 12:36pm
12th Mar 2013 12:36pm
I'll never be popular
I often sit, and it's sad to think
That people prefer a suggestive hint
That emotes their sexual drive
Even if it lacks to provide
Any real sense
Or suspense
A genuine thought
Or anything to be taught
Erotica sells to the horny teens
Old men with their hands in between
Their thighs, just like the women
And everyone else who'd rather condemn
Themselves in lust, in sex
What happened to the art of innocence
You're poems aren't worthy, till you write about cum
And the movements of his lowering tongue
The...
That people prefer a suggestive hint
That emotes their sexual drive
Even if it lacks to provide
Any real sense
Or suspense
A genuine thought
Or anything to be taught
Erotica sells to the horny teens
Old men with their hands in between
Their thighs, just like the women
And everyone else who'd rather condemn
Themselves in lust, in sex
What happened to the art of innocence
You're poems aren't worthy, till you write about cum
And the movements of his lowering tongue
The...
815 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 7:05am
1st Mar 2013 7:05am
CPW
He knows what's happening next
By they way I softly kiss his neck
Add how my body demurely descends
past his collapsing chest
My gentle hands are usually a
frailty of innocence
As timidness offers the illuminate
of a greater suspense
There's always that one glance
That begets a true romance
Of eyes shining like fireflies
And stars twinkling against dark skies
As we rise to seal a kiss
In synced thoughts of wanting this
I fall past hips like hills
And dwell in the shivers of thrill
The leaves that hang...
By they way I softly kiss his neck
Add how my body demurely descends
past his collapsing chest
My gentle hands are usually a
frailty of innocence
As timidness offers the illuminate
of a greater suspense
There's always that one glance
That begets a true romance
Of eyes shining like fireflies
And stars twinkling against dark skies
As we rise to seal a kiss
In synced thoughts of wanting this
I fall past hips like hills
And dwell in the shivers of thrill
The leaves that hang...
1486 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 7:15am
27th Feb 2013 7:15am
Most Butterflies.
Most butterflies use their beauty to attract a mate
While prettily sending panic
through the hierarchy of nature
All to survive another day; Acquire the next date
They use their wings
Patterned of colours from spring
To create a lovers spark
As fleeting moments pass
Ensuring the next generation
To carry on fake temptation
Of ornate eyes sprawled to protect
The birds and lizards abnormal neglect
A picturesque approach
To really boast
God crated them lucky
But not all...
While prettily sending panic
through the hierarchy of nature
All to survive another day; Acquire the next date
They use their wings
Patterned of colours from spring
To create a lovers spark
As fleeting moments pass
Ensuring the next generation
To carry on fake temptation
Of ornate eyes sprawled to protect
The birds and lizards abnormal neglect
A picturesque approach
To really boast
God crated them lucky
But not all...
664 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 1:56am
13th Feb 2013 1:56am
It was to early to apologise.
The lorikeets
around my school
would flock in numbers
to feed on discarded fruit
most of them were drunk by 7 o’clock
as they gorged on fermented produce
their flight was a little shaky
and vision not to clear
as they crashed into classroom windows
with a thump of unconsciousness
I was the only one bothered to save the drunken birds
and nurse them back to health
so they could return home
I guess I was like the lorikeets
although I wasn’t a rainbow bird
and I didn’t like to drink
so smoked...
around my school
would flock in numbers
to feed on discarded fruit
most of them were drunk by 7 o’clock
as they gorged on fermented produce
their flight was a little shaky
and vision not to clear
as they crashed into classroom windows
with a thump of unconsciousness
I was the only one bothered to save the drunken birds
and nurse them back to health
so they could return home
I guess I was like the lorikeets
although I wasn’t a rainbow bird
and I didn’t like to drink
so smoked...
590 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 8:44am
11th Feb 2013 8:44am
Jacaranda Trees
blooms of purples in the late spring
early summer
which was the time he had originally planned
to die
the bougainvilleas flourished in a
welcoming manner
as he held my hand
as loose as he did
we walked as a condescending pair
not really wanting to fight
but he argued his date
that was to be his death
and was expecting me to be left
with the waste scattered within my chest
stubbornly
I held his hand tight
tighter than I had before
you’re not leaving
the words flew up in the air
as I cast an innocent curse
I...
early summer
which was the time he had originally planned
to die
the bougainvilleas flourished in a
welcoming manner
as he held my hand
as loose as he did
we walked as a condescending pair
not really wanting to fight
but he argued his date
that was to be his death
and was expecting me to be left
with the waste scattered within my chest
stubbornly
I held his hand tight
tighter than I had before
you’re not leaving
the words flew up in the air
as I cast an innocent curse
I...
789 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 2:04pm
8th Feb 2013 2:04pm
Not such an erotic tale
It wasn't intended to be comfortable
The first time we kissed
I didn't expect any difference
As he lowered his lips
Down an ivory horizon
And past shaking pastel hips
Eyes as guides, and beaming headlights
In search of a shoal river
The Nile that rushed
From the very first touch
To the pyramids of such lust
Moaning to the moons cusp
Broken bricks as bed sheets
Egypts sand to our feet
Deep blue veins as maps
The bending of hints in my back
Fingers moved by
The wind wailed, so did I
As he adventured...
The first time we kissed
I didn't expect any difference
As he lowered his lips
Down an ivory horizon
And past shaking pastel hips
Eyes as guides, and beaming headlights
In search of a shoal river
The Nile that rushed
From the very first touch
To the pyramids of such lust
Moaning to the moons cusp
Broken bricks as bed sheets
Egypts sand to our feet
Deep blue veins as maps
The bending of hints in my back
Fingers moved by
The wind wailed, so did I
As he adventured...
704 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 11:32am
5th Feb 2013 11:32am
The Stars.
"I was happy just a moment ago,
the stars were so bright...
but now I'm down again,
the stars are out of sight"
"Where are your stars now?" he prudishly smirked,
"Where is your god?" I returned with such haste, as if I was prepared for such sarcasm that usually ringed from his lips at this time of the hour.
"My God is within me.."
"And so to are the stars for I"
He knew very well the evidence to my sentence, the carbon, nitrogen and oxygen atoms in our bodies were...
the stars were so bright...
but now I'm down again,
the stars are out of sight"
"Where are your stars now?" he prudishly smirked,
"Where is your god?" I returned with such haste, as if I was prepared for such sarcasm that usually ringed from his lips at this time of the hour.
"My God is within me.."
"And so to are the stars for I"
He knew very well the evidence to my sentence, the carbon, nitrogen and oxygen atoms in our bodies were...
685 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 11:14am
5th Feb 2013 11:14am
I never do finish my poems
Oh please, white rabbit, white rabbit may I follow you?
Through the tunnel, to some where new.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but your ears are far too long,
And your steps are jagged, like my sentences beyond,
My vocabulary and expressions into the latest recession,
Of my deepest progression of decaying depression.
Through the tunnel, to some where new.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but your ears are far too long,
And your steps are jagged, like my sentences beyond,
My vocabulary and expressions into the latest recession,
Of my deepest progression of decaying depression.
555 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 3:48pm
29th Jan 2013 3:48pm
Golden Relic.
He treats her like a golden relic.
He would never consider a price as to when he would sell it.
To even admit to owning such a piece,
Would be such a difficult feat.
The relic is a secret to most of all we meet,
Which burdens unhappiness that the relic keeps discrete.
She can't understand if its the power she possesses,
To turn every other girl away from lifting their dresses.
Or a reason of another kind,
Reasons of plenty in her mind.
The relic is an easy comfort,
If loneliness is brought.
Luster gold has faded...
He would never consider a price as to when he would sell it.
To even admit to owning such a piece,
Would be such a difficult feat.
The relic is a secret to most of all we meet,
Which burdens unhappiness that the relic keeps discrete.
She can't understand if its the power she possesses,
To turn every other girl away from lifting their dresses.
Or a reason of another kind,
Reasons of plenty in her mind.
The relic is an easy comfort,
If loneliness is brought.
Luster gold has faded...
589 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 3:20pm
29th Jan 2013 3:20pm
Sweet Love.
It's not fair for you to pretend like this is what you want.
You can write on perfect paper signed i love you in your font.
But inside not truly budge to a previous heartaches wound.
Instead just make every other girl foolishly swoon.
Its not fair for you to say you think about me.
When it's the thought of her that causes curiosity.
You can talk intelligence into receiving any girls confidence.
I wasn't accustomed to a speech of any difference.
Its not fair for you to use my empty heart.
Fill it up, source it out like an old working cart.
It...
You can write on perfect paper signed i love you in your font.
But inside not truly budge to a previous heartaches wound.
Instead just make every other girl foolishly swoon.
Its not fair for you to say you think about me.
When it's the thought of her that causes curiosity.
You can talk intelligence into receiving any girls confidence.
I wasn't accustomed to a speech of any difference.
Its not fair for you to use my empty heart.
Fill it up, source it out like an old working cart.
It...
783 reads
2 Comments
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