Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2019 9:10pm
27th May 2019 9:10pm
to butter the cups
let this appetite wander with the dog
so not collared, in sovereign heat
where no howl falters
on spirit bed-thrown sheets, spread skin-deep
linen lain, they scrawl;
and limbered up
entwined with the dust-bowls within their twirls.
each beast nose-kissed,
each more tender than the last
humbled to know that this has never been more
than finding that perfect architect
...
so not collared, in sovereign heat
where no howl falters
on spirit bed-thrown sheets, spread skin-deep
linen lain, they scrawl;
and limbered up
entwined with the dust-bowls within their twirls.
each beast nose-kissed,
each more tender than the last
humbled to know that this has never been more
than finding that perfect architect
...
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#respect
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd May 2019 6:24pm
22nd May 2019 6:24pm
qumran
throwing fists down my throat,
down the spine to the boards,
scrambling to grab by the scruff of the neck
my slow burial; excavating
some idea of an immortal gestalt
that I had no skill
or say in configuring
though would sell for a penny.
so gladly
and it’s
as if these hands on this core would be a conclusion;
a destination to debark:
from this view of a coward's island
I am the...
down the spine to the boards,
scrambling to grab by the scruff of the neck
my slow burial; excavating
some idea of an immortal gestalt
that I had no skill
or say in configuring
though would sell for a penny.
so gladly
and it’s
as if these hands on this core would be a conclusion;
a destination to debark:
from this view of a coward's island
I am the...
#love
#heartbroken
#aging
577 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2019 10:01pm
17th May 2019 10:01pm
fur raging
the seamstress in you, were we to wrestle
would skin for a ribbon
my port wine stain
count the times you’ve asked and now you know,
a lip smacked in appetite satisfying old questions
‘knowing why I am so stable’
‘why I am so strong’
you should never waver in your asking
in the undressing
you should cauter for a sequin
my birthmark, like your dress ...
would skin for a ribbon
my port wine stain
count the times you’ve asked and now you know,
a lip smacked in appetite satisfying old questions
‘knowing why I am so stable’
‘why I am so strong’
you should never waver in your asking
in the undressing
you should cauter for a sequin
my birthmark, like your dress ...
#love
#respect
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2019 11:02pm
11th May 2019 11:02pm
no tears except in wings
as she sails away under a blanket eye
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden
to nestle and rest;
in oceans she will disappear.
not a drop,
not a drop dear Lord
poured to you;
the scales are balanced unevenly.
These are my maps I’m making her.
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden
to nestle and rest;
in oceans she will disappear.
not a drop,
not a drop dear Lord
poured to you;
the scales are balanced unevenly.
These are my maps I’m making her.
#kindness
#mother
#MentalHealth
429 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2019 00:39am
2nd May 2019 00:39am
where i swallowed myself in a swan song dream
In days to come
they will merge like one grey river
into which nothing will flourish
or breathe or whisper
a dear true line of love.
It disables every movement,
It rots my crumbling columns
Onto which my awkward footsteps trip.
It had once felt so unattainable
yet by some breeze’s tender stroke
bespoken to whatever spell
could drag by the hair
this stuporous fledgling
towards a smidgeon of beauty.
and a sense of refinement.
To forget is this insane??????
This mission I’ve been...
they will merge like one grey river
into which nothing will flourish
or breathe or whisper
a dear true line of love.
It disables every movement,
It rots my crumbling columns
Onto which my awkward footsteps trip.
It had once felt so unattainable
yet by some breeze’s tender stroke
bespoken to whatever spell
could drag by the hair
this stuporous fledgling
towards a smidgeon of beauty.
and a sense of refinement.
To forget is this insane??????
This mission I’ve been...
#love
#hope
#SelfReflection
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 8:06pm
24th Apr 2019 8:06pm
From Metropolis to Polis
A coastal swim.
Senses deranged
from our floundering spirits
struggling in shallow water.
A Pakistani blossom drive
then home
to 20 bottles of red wine and dreams.
Beautiful minds stroll
right on through the room
where in moonlight drowning
we unsettle the maggots
by staring the darkness out
as an inclement anabasis
weaves itself
around the cleft-palate ...
Senses deranged
from our floundering spirits
struggling in shallow water.
A Pakistani blossom drive
then home
to 20 bottles of red wine and dreams.
Beautiful minds stroll
right on through the room
where in moonlight drowning
we unsettle the maggots
by staring the darkness out
as an inclement anabasis
weaves itself
around the cleft-palate ...
#sea
#sun
#alcohol #travel
#alcohol #travel
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2 Comments
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