Submissions by mcjay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Greetings, esteemed individuals. I am a poet of the written word, skilled in intricate wordplay, metaphor, and vivid imagery. My verse elevates to a plane of intellectual and aesthetic refinement.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 5:49pm
16th Aug 2017 5:49pm
A Few Words
A few words
Could bring more than a sound
Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile
or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces
Misunderstanding,
Winding up a road between us
Separating emotions out of mind from the case
Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace
How ignorant sometimes heart could be?
Deaf two ears, and blinding opened eyes
Pretend the silence is your voice
Avoiding you is not a choice
Misunderstanding
A curse of few words
Lead a way to stray from the truth
A plead for apologizing replied by...
Could bring more than a sound
Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile
or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces
Misunderstanding,
Winding up a road between us
Separating emotions out of mind from the case
Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace
How ignorant sometimes heart could be?
Deaf two ears, and blinding opened eyes
Pretend the silence is your voice
Avoiding you is not a choice
Misunderstanding
A curse of few words
Lead a way to stray from the truth
A plead for apologizing replied by...
#PopCulture
626 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2017 3:44pm
15th Aug 2017 3:44pm
Bouquet Of Words
Don't ask me what is friend?
What is love? Where it lies in?
Well definition, most of us confused
With the sweet of love juice
As love has chain to fuse
Grab this love that i lend
Love is not only for a lover
Love also made for a friend
and great love for God
Beautiful loves are broad
Dear, love of friend...
like the blessing rain
to fall on dry and hot desert
then raise a nice feeling
grow green, life in desert
sweet, beautiful and blessed...
A True friend, a true hand to lend
Sweet and thick...
What is love? Where it lies in?
Well definition, most of us confused
With the sweet of love juice
As love has chain to fuse
Grab this love that i lend
Love is not only for a lover
Love also made for a friend
and great love for God
Beautiful loves are broad
Dear, love of friend...
like the blessing rain
to fall on dry and hot desert
then raise a nice feeling
grow green, life in desert
sweet, beautiful and blessed...
A True friend, a true hand to lend
Sweet and thick...
#PopCulture
792 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jan 2017 5:38pm
12th Jan 2017 5:38pm
Coëval
Shoes of the reckless mind eating pets
upon the death of dangerous agony
path undefined upon faults
death simultaneously
forward.
Quantum of Halloween arising over winds
crying old songs of new merchants
trading peace over violence
designing curiosity
eternally.
However mind sings those old melodies
hooked by the pleasure of death
missing some good bodies
buried beneath
clothes.
upon the death of dangerous agony
path undefined upon faults
death simultaneously
forward.
Quantum of Halloween arising over winds
crying old songs of new merchants
trading peace over violence
designing curiosity
eternally.
However mind sings those old melodies
hooked by the pleasure of death
missing some good bodies
buried beneath
clothes.
890 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2017 8:28am
10th Jan 2017 8:28am
Bones
Garden of wild whispers
Upon naked forests
Under caves.
Lie my wrath of the world
Whom I may vanish
My tries.
I listen to the winds around
Powerless those there
Singing silence.
Gather my bones of gratitude
Put them over fire
Eternal peace.
Upon naked forests
Under caves.
Lie my wrath of the world
Whom I may vanish
My tries.
I listen to the winds around
Powerless those there
Singing silence.
Gather my bones of gratitude
Put them over fire
Eternal peace.
817 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2017 6:24pm
7th Jan 2017 6:24pm
Axon
sitting right besides these lifeless clouds
again inside dilemma,
to get washed.
However insanity lacks virtue completely
doing against habits,
from the past.
nothing makes me a purging pure compiler
right besides intimacy,
humble old deeds.
perfect in the sense of gulf of new sorrow
beneath those fights,
when life was.
again inside dilemma,
to get washed.
However insanity lacks virtue completely
doing against habits,
from the past.
nothing makes me a purging pure compiler
right besides intimacy,
humble old deeds.
perfect in the sense of gulf of new sorrow
beneath those fights,
when life was.
846 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Jan 2017 4:35pm
5th Jan 2017 4:35pm
Daddy..!! Am I your whore ?
1515 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Dec 2016 5:02pm
28th Dec 2016 5:02pm
Callow circumlocution
........clandestine cliche clemency........
some succinct subversive surreptitious(...reprove pernicious cunts...)
fortuitous exalted epigraph thrown gainst agony
.....rapid enervated endemic usurp....
stymied my foretelling loquacious into smokes...
some succinct subversive surreptitious(...reprove pernicious cunts...)
fortuitous exalted epigraph thrown gainst agony
.....rapid enervated endemic usurp....
stymied my foretelling loquacious into smokes...
885 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2016 1:18am
23rd Dec 2016 1:18am
Guilt
Guilt under the priest of never breaking laws
Whose dilemmas lie inside the virtuous reality
And evil morbidity of the unexpected agonies
What we take over the lost price inside them
Our unbilled aortic aneurysm is not possible
And merely used as a merchant trading guilt.
Whose dilemmas lie inside the virtuous reality
And evil morbidity of the unexpected agonies
What we take over the lost price inside them
Our unbilled aortic aneurysm is not possible
And merely used as a merchant trading guilt.
824 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2016 9:07pm
14th Dec 2016 9:07pm
Impetuous laughs
Sober along nights
Killed with happiness
Gifted with laughter
Never an end
Never an enemy
Just like madness.
Located to tranquility
Over the window
Of forgotten memories
I killed you
Inside my heart
My mind burnt.
Never ending stories
Dealing with publishers
Hoping better ending.
Killed with happiness
Gifted with laughter
Never an end
Never an enemy
Just like madness.
Located to tranquility
Over the window
Of forgotten memories
I killed you
Inside my heart
My mind burnt.
Never ending stories
Dealing with publishers
Hoping better ending.
737 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2016 3:09am
14th Dec 2016 3:09am
London Lust
Moans in transit
Upon hankering blood
Impetuous over fallacy
Spitting game fires
Mallory of chains
Over roughed pimps
Under skins lust
Passion for body
Moaning like coward
Fucking like reward
Causing unlimited fallacy.
Over those nightmares
Lies my involuntary
Dreams to intrigue
Murder my emotions
Just some pleasure
Beneath parallel justice
Roaring like wildflowers
Moaning like handicapped
Catch my heaven
Get myself perplexed
Sober like eternity.
Upon hankering blood
Impetuous over fallacy
Spitting game fires
Mallory of chains
Over roughed pimps
Under skins lust
Passion for body
Moaning like coward
Fucking like reward
Causing unlimited fallacy.
Over those nightmares
Lies my involuntary
Dreams to intrigue
Murder my emotions
Just some pleasure
Beneath parallel justice
Roaring like wildflowers
Moaning like handicapped
Catch my heaven
Get myself perplexed
Sober like eternity.
943 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 11:03pm
1st Jul 2015 11:03pm
Stoic
stratum of pleasure
deep nights
And yearning songs
in serpant melodies
about time we spent
making true love.
You make me sky
with clouds
and then thunderbolts
Lips of danger
and a mild air all alone
singing love chants.
My deep eyes may lure
the heartbeats
My sweetheart be there
I am coming to you
The next world is waiting
to make this love immortal.
deep nights
And yearning songs
in serpant melodies
about time we spent
making true love.
You make me sky
with clouds
and then thunderbolts
Lips of danger
and a mild air all alone
singing love chants.
My deep eyes may lure
the heartbeats
My sweetheart be there
I am coming to you
The next world is waiting
to make this love immortal.
1049 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 8:45pm
29th Jun 2015 8:45pm
Idiosyncrasy
An apocryphal story
A spurious story
No doubt about it.
The proletariat is the laboring class-
very malleable.
Total insane
With a perfect case.
ignominy of losing
an idiosyncrasy of murders.
Last page of anger
Divided chapter
We kill the best possible reason.
A spurious story
No doubt about it.
The proletariat is the laboring class-
very malleable.
Total insane
With a perfect case.
ignominy of losing
an idiosyncrasy of murders.
Last page of anger
Divided chapter
We kill the best possible reason.
962 reads
6 Comments
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