Submissions by melanie (Kiki Galore)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2017 8:24am
2nd Jan 2017 8:24am
Sally the Salamander*
congratulations i said to you
on the day i saw you last
when we got our diplomas
our parents' proud faces shone
shiny diamonds in the crowd
bamboozled
our wine glasses clicked
empty promises were made
and we toasted to our futures
while eating salmon steaks on Ohio.
those were the days of old when
talk turned out to be expensive but
visions sold on street corners for cheap
we were looking for water then i think
the first time i saw you we were
discussing the situation of that homeless girl
who gave me her furniture as a...
on the day i saw you last
when we got our diplomas
our parents' proud faces shone
shiny diamonds in the crowd
bamboozled
our wine glasses clicked
empty promises were made
and we toasted to our futures
while eating salmon steaks on Ohio.
those were the days of old when
talk turned out to be expensive but
visions sold on street corners for cheap
we were looking for water then i think
the first time i saw you we were
discussing the situation of that homeless girl
who gave me her furniture as a...
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Dec 2016 8:13pm
25th Dec 2016 8:13pm
Starchild
These are the Musings of Queen Cleopatra Kotromanic, known for her notorious sleepwalking:
January is gone,
Thirty one crossed out days since The Fall,
Thirty one stakes,
Through thirty one broken hearts.
Thirty broken dreams,
One long unrelenting Scream;
Fate seals the dream with a war-torn Freeze.
She withholds the key, then disappears.
A sleeping corridor Speaks:
"Now which way to go? ...
January is gone,
Thirty one crossed out days since The Fall,
Thirty one stakes,
Through thirty one broken hearts.
Thirty broken dreams,
One long unrelenting Scream;
Fate seals the dream with a war-torn Freeze.
She withholds the key, then disappears.
A sleeping corridor Speaks:
"Now which way to go? ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2015 6:41pm
5th Sep 2015 6:41pm
The end of me: for Marshall
Every time I see your face
All I want is you you you inside me next to me holding me fucking me every which way no guilt bc I love you and it's going to kill me but I don't care I choose to live and die in you you are my god my life my breath my life death never part ever
All I want is you you you inside me next to me holding me fucking me every which way no guilt bc I love you and it's going to kill me but I don't care I choose to live and die in you you are my god my life my breath my life death never part ever
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 3:40pm
27th Aug 2015 3:40pm
I sign my name like Che Guevara
Edward Scissorhands made me who I am.
If I had to blame anyone :
Stroke
Strike your own ego
Yessss, Flo...There's only one FLOW
And ONE Rider
You said it.
He said it.
SHE YES She
She
Sheera absolutely has to win this fight.
We are dialogue
Or monologue
If only i could remember
The missing lines
Token lines
Freedom rings in hearts lost in outer space
So I ask the one and only
Stephen:
In between the heartbeat
Space and time and you and I
...
If I had to blame anyone :
Stroke
Strike your own ego
Yessss, Flo...There's only one FLOW
And ONE Rider
You said it.
He said it.
SHE YES She
She
Sheera absolutely has to win this fight.
We are dialogue
Or monologue
If only i could remember
The missing lines
Token lines
Freedom rings in hearts lost in outer space
So I ask the one and only
Stephen:
In between the heartbeat
Space and time and you and I
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 9:03am
27th Aug 2015 9:03am
Ode to Simon Cowell
cowboys Simon
and them cowgirls
You got it right.
You started something right:
Right?
I worship your idols as I forget your firstname and my heart beats wildly out
Of
Breath
Take it
Take my breath away
MultimilliondollarBaby
Hashtag
Jewel of the Nile
Sing
Soft
Slow
Flute
Pied payed paid pauper piper
Russel
Tony
Tommy
Angel
Cronies
Patrons in line for their daily bread
Yum
When will this end
Friend?
and them cowgirls
You got it right.
You started something right:
Right?
I worship your idols as I forget your firstname and my heart beats wildly out
Of
Breath
Take it
Take my breath away
MultimilliondollarBaby
Hashtag
Jewel of the Nile
Sing
Soft
Slow
Flute
Pied payed paid pauper piper
Russel
Tony
Tommy
Angel
Cronies
Patrons in line for their daily bread
Yum
When will this end
Friend?
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 6:42am
27th Aug 2015 6:42am
Addiction
Where is the professor,
Is he crying his river to the bone?
Where is the friend,
Is she locked up mental case, shaming her pretty face?
Where's the clown,
Is he heading for home
Long day at the office?
I search for people, friends, meaning like a compass searches for direction.
But I do have a confession to make: I am dislexic (I can't even spell it)
Only when it comes to too big numbers
Only when it comes to finance, derivatives, inflation, elation
I never learned or wanted to learn how to operate a compass
...
Is he crying his river to the bone?
Where is the friend,
Is she locked up mental case, shaming her pretty face?
Where's the clown,
Is he heading for home
Long day at the office?
I search for people, friends, meaning like a compass searches for direction.
But I do have a confession to make: I am dislexic (I can't even spell it)
Only when it comes to too big numbers
Only when it comes to finance, derivatives, inflation, elation
I never learned or wanted to learn how to operate a compass
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2015 10:38am
26th Aug 2015 10:38am
A day in my life
Meeting 1
There we was back in the day
Two college girls: Sia and Bliss
Traveling down an open road
We stopped at a campground named Hiss.
Tell ya the truth, it was the three of us, but Candy Cane decided to sleep. Beauty sleep, not insomnia seemed to her a decent treat. The Sages, however, were awake and alert. They began a search for soul food within the depraved jungle-camp.
Here is where the Night Begins: Enter at your own Discretion, read a Sign on His lips. The camp was a forest and really getting dark. Bliss told Sia that their only Hope would...
There we was back in the day
Two college girls: Sia and Bliss
Traveling down an open road
We stopped at a campground named Hiss.
Tell ya the truth, it was the three of us, but Candy Cane decided to sleep. Beauty sleep, not insomnia seemed to her a decent treat. The Sages, however, were awake and alert. They began a search for soul food within the depraved jungle-camp.
Here is where the Night Begins: Enter at your own Discretion, read a Sign on His lips. The camp was a forest and really getting dark. Bliss told Sia that their only Hope would...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2015 7:00am
24th Aug 2015 7:00am
Cliched
hiya, heya, hey,, straw, not
Alice but
Dorothy would
Take me to scarecrow
Was I scared, of course not
The unknowing was pleasant then
Because I was following
Not leading
The scary part:
Choice
Which way fucking scarecrow?
Burn your ass
After u fondle not fuck Dorothy
But I think she really wanted Mr Tinman if he isn't taken
Been a while since I lost found Dreamcatcher
Whiteboy honkey nigger
Trailer trash I once thought
But Dorothy from Kansas
U certainly ain't no Auntie EM
Dickinson cross dresser
Rape talk about...
Alice but
Dorothy would
Take me to scarecrow
Was I scared, of course not
The unknowing was pleasant then
Because I was following
Not leading
The scary part:
Choice
Which way fucking scarecrow?
Burn your ass
After u fondle not fuck Dorothy
But I think she really wanted Mr Tinman if he isn't taken
Been a while since I lost found Dreamcatcher
Whiteboy honkey nigger
Trailer trash I once thought
But Dorothy from Kansas
U certainly ain't no Auntie EM
Dickinson cross dresser
Rape talk about...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2011 8:52pm
1st Feb 2011 8:52pm
What I got u want
What i got u want
Looks, brains, wits, morals, cunt
Sex, freeedom, love, fun, son
Strong woman, I am a Queen
Takin the lead, Ifollownone but me
I dare to dream the most impossible of dreams
Never stoppin, makinthem real
But one thing I forgot to tell u
I believein me not u
I am sick of being your fool
What u got 4 me, boy?
Always bringin me down with your same ol shit
Scared of your own shadow you hide
Waiting to see the real me
Now I ask you,
Do you like what u C?
Cuz if u don't then another will C
The beauty and...
Looks, brains, wits, morals, cunt
Sex, freeedom, love, fun, son
Strong woman, I am a Queen
Takin the lead, Ifollownone but me
I dare to dream the most impossible of dreams
Never stoppin, makinthem real
But one thing I forgot to tell u
I believein me not u
I am sick of being your fool
What u got 4 me, boy?
Always bringin me down with your same ol shit
Scared of your own shadow you hide
Waiting to see the real me
Now I ask you,
Do you like what u C?
Cuz if u don't then another will C
The beauty and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2011 9:05am
31st Jan 2011 9:05am
if u were to die
if u were to die i would have a nervous breakdown
i would forget everything i have learned about heaven and nirvana
i would feel so alone
a sheep among wolves
i would no longer want to live
be the first one follow you in death
i would forget everything i have learned about heaven and nirvana
i would feel so alone
a sheep among wolves
i would no longer want to live
be the first one follow you in death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2011 8:54pm
30th Jan 2011 8:54pm
The Blind Girl I Love, Janie
Guess howJanie, theblind girl, picks her partner?
First, she listens tohim (or her) speaking and if she happens to be interested in what is being said, she moves closer... If she gets the chance toget close enough, she takes a deep breath and if she likes his (or her) smell, shetakes the next step...She puts her soft hands upon his (or her) cheeks, closes her eyes (for aesthetic purposes), feels his (or her)facefor the right amount oftenderness...andthen sheputs her lips to his(or hers),tastes his (or her) juices in her mouth...
If she doesn't likethe first kiss, she leaves...
First, she listens tohim (or her) speaking and if she happens to be interested in what is being said, she moves closer... If she gets the chance toget close enough, she takes a deep breath and if she likes his (or her) smell, shetakes the next step...She puts her soft hands upon his (or her) cheeks, closes her eyes (for aesthetic purposes), feels his (or her)facefor the right amount oftenderness...andthen sheputs her lips to his(or hers),tastes his (or her) juices in her mouth...
If she doesn't likethe first kiss, she leaves...
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