Submissions by mbass33 (matthew bass)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a Weeds poet first and foremost and will be one till death.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2015 3:47pm
7th Jan 2015 3:47pm
Commentary From A Dark Stage
The meaning of life: It is not happy hour
It is not your career. It is
to teeter on the edge of obscurity
because not all hope has yet been lost!
To catch a glimpse of the waitress
pretending not to notice a table
full of torn notebook paper-
But you noticed her and she held your hand
in mediation that very morning.
Poetry has done nothing for me!
War made me fast and violent
bloodied my knuckles with cigarette burns.
Death made me a man without...
It is not your career. It is
to teeter on the edge of obscurity
because not all hope has yet been lost!
To catch a glimpse of the waitress
pretending not to notice a table
full of torn notebook paper-
But you noticed her and she held your hand
in mediation that very morning.
Poetry has done nothing for me!
War made me fast and violent
bloodied my knuckles with cigarette burns.
Death made me a man without...
674 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 9:39pm
6th Jan 2015 9:39pm
Love Apathy
There is an empty feeling
the moment I realize
This might be the most alone
I have ever been.
Sometimes I shutdown
yell
Stop!
I could write you
express my love in abstractions.
Does it matter?
Would you care?
The memories that hurt are the ones I can't forget,
and the last words you said...
"How can you love someone who is mean to you.
I will never understand it"
the moment I realize
This might be the most alone
I have ever been.
Sometimes I shutdown
yell
Stop!
I could write you
express my love in abstractions.
Does it matter?
Would you care?
The memories that hurt are the ones I can't forget,
and the last words you said...
"How can you love someone who is mean to you.
I will never understand it"
643 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 9:29pm
6th Jan 2015 9:29pm
Calle Huertas
Jorge's machete gleams in the moonlight over scared scrawny Daniel painting pictures of drunk tourists and old buildings on stone lettered streets
walked by women who endured rape in the Sahara to be raped by broken dreams, taunting English boys dazed by their own spinning stone lettered heads among petty dealers in knock-off jackets
closing a deal with the Danish kid just returned from Lavapies speaking in utopian tones about French strawberry fields practicing Bob Dylan poses in water puddle reflections his façade...
walked by women who endured rape in the Sahara to be raped by broken dreams, taunting English boys dazed by their own spinning stone lettered heads among petty dealers in knock-off jackets
closing a deal with the Danish kid just returned from Lavapies speaking in utopian tones about French strawberry fields practicing Bob Dylan poses in water puddle reflections his façade...
719 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 8:22pm
3rd Jan 2015 8:22pm
Broken Glass
A shrill projectile
on the sidewalk
a controlled crash
each unit of the arc
chopped into seconds
a street full of people
broken glass on the curb
in a crowd of archetypes.
The honking beeping yelling falling slamming chattering;
The same problems
The same goals
The same distractions
the same reflections
from a beer bottles'
oblong gaze.
on the sidewalk
a controlled crash
each unit of the arc
chopped into seconds
a street full of people
broken glass on the curb
in a crowd of archetypes.
The honking beeping yelling falling slamming chattering;
The same problems
The same goals
The same distractions
the same reflections
from a beer bottles'
oblong gaze.
687 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 7:54pm
3rd Jan 2015 7:54pm
Decomposing August
With solitude and sturdy feet,
without thoughts without burdens.
Just one foot after
the other, on a floor of dead brittle leaves
through the river valley's coils that shine
like an apple that floats in pristine water.
I am blessed with horizons of sight
in all directions at once; A view of everything
in relation to everything else.
A perfected state of eternal strength.
without thoughts without burdens.
Just one foot after
the other, on a floor of dead brittle leaves
through the river valley's coils that shine
like an apple that floats in pristine water.
I am blessed with horizons of sight
in all directions at once; A view of everything
in relation to everything else.
A perfected state of eternal strength.
726 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 6:59pm
30th Dec 2014 6:59pm
From The Floor Of The Rust Belt
The city broods
between relentless steel
in the shadow and haze.
It uproots every tree ,every plant, every blade of grass.
The canvass stretches
till pigments rip apart
at the seems.
It loosens the rivets
holding together train tracks and highways
finely rusted for character-
Becomes clogged, overcrowded in the cracks,
the color spectrum spreads in all directions.
What could have been has simply ceased.
The not so average become very average
on the never ending ride to the...
between relentless steel
in the shadow and haze.
It uproots every tree ,every plant, every blade of grass.
The canvass stretches
till pigments rip apart
at the seems.
It loosens the rivets
holding together train tracks and highways
finely rusted for character-
Becomes clogged, overcrowded in the cracks,
the color spectrum spreads in all directions.
What could have been has simply ceased.
The not so average become very average
on the never ending ride to the...
807 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 6:15pm
30th Dec 2014 6:15pm
Gas Pedal Meditation
We chase tornadoes with
sacred
unspoken
understanding.
We move
with the steady beat
of the highway,
with speed and rhythm
between towns
connected by county roads
buffered from cities
that have failed in search for the authentic.
We Chase symbols; Important things:
Eagles in the sky...that sometimes
lay lifeless on the asphalt.
Vultures floating above rotten corpses.
Moons illuminating the sky:
...
sacred
unspoken
understanding.
We move
with the steady beat
of the highway,
with speed and rhythm
between towns
connected by county roads
buffered from cities
that have failed in search for the authentic.
We Chase symbols; Important things:
Eagles in the sky...that sometimes
lay lifeless on the asphalt.
Vultures floating above rotten corpses.
Moons illuminating the sky:
...
664 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 2:52am
30th Dec 2014 2:52am
You Are Beautiful
The lightning in the sky
lit hot white just before midnight-
The clock struck and the flash was gone.
I thought I caught your glimpse along the facades...
...and then you called:
"Matt, can we talk?"
I said:
"You are beautiful, I'll be there soon"
and followed you through the pheromones and dim lights
on a radius from my heart through this city of ghosts,
breaking a promise I promised to never break
the moment I followed you through the threshold.
In the morning...I awoke to the sound of hissing...
lit hot white just before midnight-
The clock struck and the flash was gone.
I thought I caught your glimpse along the facades...
...and then you called:
"Matt, can we talk?"
I said:
"You are beautiful, I'll be there soon"
and followed you through the pheromones and dim lights
on a radius from my heart through this city of ghosts,
breaking a promise I promised to never break
the moment I followed you through the threshold.
In the morning...I awoke to the sound of hissing...
1047 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 2:05am
30th Dec 2014 2:05am
Ode To The Sleeping City
I'll canvass my soul on your walls,
smear blood on the concrete.
In the dark of night when I see you
for you, you'll blow cold sweet breath
on my neck, show me I'm never alone.
With you I'll carry something new
imperfect, uncompromised, mix residue
from old paint with color from my wrist.
You'll resonate with the deep tone of a saxophone-
Notes created in fragile strings. Your heart
will glimmer in the skyline through crumbled bricks.
The voices of...
smear blood on the concrete.
In the dark of night when I see you
for you, you'll blow cold sweet breath
on my neck, show me I'm never alone.
With you I'll carry something new
imperfect, uncompromised, mix residue
from old paint with color from my wrist.
You'll resonate with the deep tone of a saxophone-
Notes created in fragile strings. Your heart
will glimmer in the skyline through crumbled bricks.
The voices of...
693 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 6:31pm
29th Dec 2014 6:31pm
Mi Falla
You are:
The waves of sand
blowing across the beach,
the gentile wind
of a cool Mediterranean night,
the salt eroded houses
rusting calmly next to the sea,
the homes of gypsies
hidden behind palm lined streets,
the gun powder atmosphere,
resonating from the hazy skyline,
the armada of fireworks
exploding like a million firefights,
the thousands of feet
trampling...
The waves of sand
blowing across the beach,
the gentile wind
of a cool Mediterranean night,
the salt eroded houses
rusting calmly next to the sea,
the homes of gypsies
hidden behind palm lined streets,
the gun powder atmosphere,
resonating from the hazy skyline,
the armada of fireworks
exploding like a million firefights,
the thousands of feet
trampling...
694 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 6:12pm
28th Dec 2014 6:12pm
An Open Letter To The United States Of America
America,
Sam gave me the news of your destiny
swinging, swinging from the ceiling.
America,
There is something very sinister
hanging in the air tonight.
America,
The sons and daughters of liberty
stand paralyzed in the apathy of candle light vigils.
America,
Your last flickers of hope are co-opted.
Your energy is sucked from your life-giving dirt.
As another shot is fired
another young person is dead on the street
another young person is dead in distant lands
another classroom has faded away,
and now two...
Sam gave me the news of your destiny
swinging, swinging from the ceiling.
America,
There is something very sinister
hanging in the air tonight.
America,
The sons and daughters of liberty
stand paralyzed in the apathy of candle light vigils.
America,
Your last flickers of hope are co-opted.
Your energy is sucked from your life-giving dirt.
As another shot is fired
another young person is dead on the street
another young person is dead in distant lands
another classroom has faded away,
and now two...
647 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2014 5:33pm
28th Dec 2014 5:33pm
Through The Eyes Of A Child
Uncle Matt! Uncle Matt!
Hold down the branch, we need more leaves for the applesauce!
Hold down the branch, we need to get more!
Uncle Matt, Im going to Africa with you.
Do they eat cheetahs there? Hey, then we can go camping!
I'll bring my turtle nightlight, and you bring a map
so we can be prepared. Oh boy! We're going to be prepared!
Uncle Matt(holding back tears)
I don't want you to leave anymore, if you go I'll be sad.
No one understands how I am, they always laugh at me...
...Hey! Hey! Let's go to the park!
Hold down the branch, we need more leaves for the applesauce!
Hold down the branch, we need to get more!
Uncle Matt, Im going to Africa with you.
Do they eat cheetahs there? Hey, then we can go camping!
I'll bring my turtle nightlight, and you bring a map
so we can be prepared. Oh boy! We're going to be prepared!
Uncle Matt(holding back tears)
I don't want you to leave anymore, if you go I'll be sad.
No one understands how I am, they always laugh at me...
...Hey! Hey! Let's go to the park!
836 reads
8 Comments
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