Submissions by mavement
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2010 6:38pm
22nd Aug 2010 6:38pm
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i understand this distance,
im here to understand me,
unique, so to use this for self discovery would mislead
i could read in so many snipets
emotion and pain and lust and on and on
its a distraction from my angle
i live transfixed with death,
a sensory man could make use of my shoes
but i stand to analyse and loose.
i have mastered passing days like waiting saves my chances
to wake in love with my suroundings
im here to understand me,
unique, so to use this for self discovery would mislead
i could read in so many snipets
emotion and pain and lust and on and on
its a distraction from my angle
i live transfixed with death,
a sensory man could make use of my shoes
but i stand to analyse and loose.
i have mastered passing days like waiting saves my chances
to wake in love with my suroundings
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2010 10:26pm
4th Aug 2010 10:26pm
a 5 star following
On the conscious path
new focus on less critic in me
healing hands without picky plans
back in local land
glimpses of you under worldly seams
skin sewn together, trapped in a tailors world
body like car use
accelerate and brake
love the speed of travel
young in a way forever
you stop my sights
on the road, I guess were travel partners
too used to a fuck before the next exit
destination in common
exchange print palm none beyond
though dont you know of life of a commit
snippet of the young thinking
were animals, critics...
new focus on less critic in me
healing hands without picky plans
back in local land
glimpses of you under worldly seams
skin sewn together, trapped in a tailors world
body like car use
accelerate and brake
love the speed of travel
young in a way forever
you stop my sights
on the road, I guess were travel partners
too used to a fuck before the next exit
destination in common
exchange print palm none beyond
though dont you know of life of a commit
snippet of the young thinking
were animals, critics...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2010 2:36am
31st Jul 2010 2:36am
internet dating
ive never been much for the idea
type discriptions meet and stick with
intended "this is" mindstate
though up close and unintended
a crash of self and pasts
sence that scars
know that in the worst taste of sky lasts
i get entranced,
must remember how ive come to love a stranger as
someone i know best
like web dating, now i keep on simple path
where would under the gods i find purity
this quick shit aint workin for me
type discriptions meet and stick with
intended "this is" mindstate
though up close and unintended
a crash of self and pasts
sence that scars
know that in the worst taste of sky lasts
i get entranced,
must remember how ive come to love a stranger as
someone i know best
like web dating, now i keep on simple path
where would under the gods i find purity
this quick shit aint workin for me
841 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2010 2:25am
31st Jul 2010 2:25am
love hunger blood
understand something
those last days we kissed and looked at the world like
youll never know this bliss
not that im heartless but in that mix we parted
now i part with my emotions
understand my standing
i burned out my hearts landing
now it seems carless im branding
for friends love was hunger
now the days pass together
in a daze num to social famine
no landing strip for jet measures
i hover in mental helicopter
wind will knock you sideways
as of late beind my eyes movement is desolate
like a spider with empty webings...
those last days we kissed and looked at the world like
youll never know this bliss
not that im heartless but in that mix we parted
now i part with my emotions
understand my standing
i burned out my hearts landing
now it seems carless im branding
for friends love was hunger
now the days pass together
in a daze num to social famine
no landing strip for jet measures
i hover in mental helicopter
wind will knock you sideways
as of late beind my eyes movement is desolate
like a spider with empty webings...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2010 5:15pm
30th Jul 2010 5:15pm
high religion
what masters past the pastures wrath, attract, back row smoking light the wrap were passing grass, the blunt is fat, tip hell temp breathe deep perspective last, hell bent on having your highness back, got dough bake the finest sack, save a nug for after church outa session, hot box the chapel, young tokin compare to old Viagra limp sinners get resurrection, shit on the mainstream, smoke high heaven dwelling, tag the black stall walls, testament for felon, ya black cloak smell like scene touring call you smoky Magellan style switch like truth in letters,
typing primate monkey progressing...
typing primate monkey progressing...
708 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jul 2010 4:15pm
30th Jul 2010 4:15pm
conflict
have i somewhere in me urned for this confliction:
i step carfully, with intention and am behind bars:
what i want now i know is a reflection of what i got
and with my desires id be distraught
simply put
discouraged at the clay table
what i mold i want gold and
mud formed bowls
reflect my mind to die
style old
maybe thats the artistic side
to scrounge nickles for gas
to drive fast past the police
like licence again will feel free
so i wait out the dieing side
so when dining i admire mine
taste whats gold
i step carfully, with intention and am behind bars:
what i want now i know is a reflection of what i got
and with my desires id be distraught
simply put
discouraged at the clay table
what i mold i want gold and
mud formed bowls
reflect my mind to die
style old
maybe thats the artistic side
to scrounge nickles for gas
to drive fast past the police
like licence again will feel free
so i wait out the dieing side
so when dining i admire mine
taste whats gold
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jul 2010 9:37pm
29th Jul 2010 9:37pm
beats up
root coridors
run the sweet past shugar teeth
color in the leaf
strength in the stem bend lift up the pretty end
encourage picture or paper and pen
the axe ends
run the sweet past shugar teeth
color in the leaf
strength in the stem bend lift up the pretty end
encourage picture or paper and pen
the axe ends
693 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Jul 2010 9:30pm
29th Jul 2010 9:30pm
simple words
eyes convey splinters of light, miles of dark.
they look through me, and in your coming around
in this i find a draw
words tumble from the hatch
a veterian of thought wars
this sound escapes where
contempt holds the others back
not held of bars
but kept in small corders so long
they become atrophied
if escape is to come
this lone thought would cower at the
vast world of haste
its self kepton limp
on flesh and peg with
thirst of confidence
staring at a dreg
they look through me, and in your coming around
in this i find a draw
words tumble from the hatch
a veterian of thought wars
this sound escapes where
contempt holds the others back
not held of bars
but kept in small corders so long
they become atrophied
if escape is to come
this lone thought would cower at the
vast world of haste
its self kepton limp
on flesh and peg with
thirst of confidence
staring at a dreg
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2010 9:43pm
28th Jul 2010 9:43pm
systematic cough sympomatic
in stride i see, comply we try, we dont die to lay or lie to stay, fly.
reck take second to slip and years to speculate the trek to stack the stuff now lacking, featherweight champion.
bags wallet and keys
west
snags by local hill crests weight spill chest disease,
bridge and tunnel, tags local mine farther mistify, hair to the sky we stand, cross uspide crucify. habbit of pain, clench pen too tight write with nails, floor engine too often, buy sails.
reck take second to slip and years to speculate the trek to stack the stuff now lacking, featherweight champion.
bags wallet and keys
west
snags by local hill crests weight spill chest disease,
bridge and tunnel, tags local mine farther mistify, hair to the sky we stand, cross uspide crucify. habbit of pain, clench pen too tight write with nails, floor engine too often, buy sails.
673 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jul 2010 9:27pm
28th Jul 2010 9:27pm
twisted
blue sky tunes
mind in clouds over the hill
that stage played well
though mine was lost
back under roof
the same sterio plays the same music
i remember who took me over in better days
in hand presence
compare to pain in preservation
and joy of feeling in knives
she casts joy over pain
and death in aftermath, when i sort it out and grow apart
i am happy, and for that im cautious
mind in clouds over the hill
that stage played well
though mine was lost
back under roof
the same sterio plays the same music
i remember who took me over in better days
in hand presence
compare to pain in preservation
and joy of feeling in knives
she casts joy over pain
and death in aftermath, when i sort it out and grow apart
i am happy, and for that im cautious
722 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2010 00:00am
28th Jul 2010 00:00am
direct?
you know those movies where men wave light up cones with handles to direct planes?
i think the hardest thing to grasp
is that my life is that plane
and my choices arnt drilled in the ground,
they are in hand.
i have flown through flocks of geese, and killed what could have been avoided
i have landed in farmers fields and hurt thier yield
i am still with engine and wing,
why would i fear to fly
i am still man and soal
though i know not the way of love alone
like landing gear mid flight
i think the hardest thing to grasp
is that my life is that plane
and my choices arnt drilled in the ground,
they are in hand.
i have flown through flocks of geese, and killed what could have been avoided
i have landed in farmers fields and hurt thier yield
i am still with engine and wing,
why would i fear to fly
i am still man and soal
though i know not the way of love alone
like landing gear mid flight
702 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2010 00:18am
27th Jul 2010 00:18am
aint that a sight
no for sale sign round this ol site
tucked away it might
oughta be in desolatation
where pride is to survive
without ambition findin love
the pain of life to the side
maybe i wont live
but baby i wont cry
tucked away it might
oughta be in desolatation
where pride is to survive
without ambition findin love
the pain of life to the side
maybe i wont live
but baby i wont cry
685 reads
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