Submissions by nom812
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Cat
Feline in essence
She’s normally curled up on the bed, or any space that’s warm
I walk in not surprised to see her asleep above the radiator
I often sit next to her, a peace washes over me every time i do
Her hair hangs down with one cute bit of fringe hanging over her forehead
It’s always in the same place no matter how much she pushes it back
I stroke her hair
Running my fingers through it, soft like silk
She stirs sleepily
Mouthing a word i cannot hear, i don’t need to
It’s not the sound of a cat, ‘M’
My hand runs down her body, slender and...
She’s normally curled up on the bed, or any space that’s warm
I walk in not surprised to see her asleep above the radiator
I often sit next to her, a peace washes over me every time i do
Her hair hangs down with one cute bit of fringe hanging over her forehead
It’s always in the same place no matter how much she pushes it back
I stroke her hair
Running my fingers through it, soft like silk
She stirs sleepily
Mouthing a word i cannot hear, i don’t need to
It’s not the sound of a cat, ‘M’
My hand runs down her body, slender and...
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When the Beebuzz
When the Beebuzz
Un-natural sound from an un-natural world
The bread and butterfly drinks the nectar from
tHe ear of the butter buffalo
A gradient sky never changing. (How boring)
The lines that form the rain buzz and cloud
Dollops ahead.
One side of the coin that no-one has seen
Echoes in the mind re-living each day.
a Song sung by the bumble bee.
No sound heard but the silence of the rain
Over the hill and far away
To hear the bee
i Know everything about this place
Now is the time to change
One to change
Whenever...
Un-natural sound from an un-natural world
The bread and butterfly drinks the nectar from
tHe ear of the butter buffalo
A gradient sky never changing. (How boring)
The lines that form the rain buzz and cloud
Dollops ahead.
One side of the coin that no-one has seen
Echoes in the mind re-living each day.
a Song sung by the bumble bee.
No sound heard but the silence of the rain
Over the hill and far away
To hear the bee
i Know everything about this place
Now is the time to change
One to change
Whenever...
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The ground feels cold under my face
The ground feels cold under my face,
The smell of whisky is abhorrent all around me,
The throbbing pain in my head,
The warm liquid flowing down my forehead,
Sticky.
The feel of his hand in my hair,
The knowingness,
It’s all over.
The love I still feel for him
It wells up and I’m crying as he turns my head to look deep into his eyes.
I think of the first day we met,
The first day we kissed and the first day we cried holding each other in our arms.
His breath pungent with liquor he raises his fist bottle still held in hand,
The...
The smell of whisky is abhorrent all around me,
The throbbing pain in my head,
The warm liquid flowing down my forehead,
Sticky.
The feel of his hand in my hair,
The knowingness,
It’s all over.
The love I still feel for him
It wells up and I’m crying as he turns my head to look deep into his eyes.
I think of the first day we met,
The first day we kissed and the first day we cried holding each other in our arms.
His breath pungent with liquor he raises his fist bottle still held in hand,
The...
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