Submissions by ofthemountayne (otm)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2011 6:41am
1st Aug 2011 6:41am
study
take a step back, stand back from the mark,
not to stand out but to stand apart,
better to see society through a distant lens,
to study more humanity then rejoin life again.
not to stand out but to stand apart,
better to see society through a distant lens,
to study more humanity then rejoin life again.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
29th Jul 2011 6:37am
29th Jul 2011 6:37am
quantum love
pinch me, pull my hair,
scratch my eyes with your lies.
kiss my lips with your fingertips,
make me feel so i know it's real.
break my heart,
tear me apart,
do as you will,
anything,
as long as it's real.
beat on me, cheat on me,
spike my tea with antifreeze.
run away, catch a train,
never call, say you never loved me at all.
bury your head in the heart of my chest,
cry your tears, drown your eyelids.
pack your bag, hold my hand
but don't leave me, i need your insanity.
scratch my eyes with your lies.
kiss my lips with your fingertips,
make me feel so i know it's real.
break my heart,
tear me apart,
do as you will,
anything,
as long as it's real.
beat on me, cheat on me,
spike my tea with antifreeze.
run away, catch a train,
never call, say you never loved me at all.
bury your head in the heart of my chest,
cry your tears, drown your eyelids.
pack your bag, hold my hand
but don't leave me, i need your insanity.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2011 6:10am
29th Jul 2011 6:10am
heart
i need heart,
not a blood-pumping cardiac organ,
i've got one of them
and grateful as i am for its healthy beat
i need this undefined, intangible force
that equals drive, passion and break through fear.
not a blood-pumping cardiac organ,
i've got one of them
and grateful as i am for its healthy beat
i need this undefined, intangible force
that equals drive, passion and break through fear.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2011 6:35am
28th Jul 2011 6:35am
...but it's okay cos i've got no destination
meek and mild, no wild child,
fence me up in a cage,
i need to be locked up, i'm too fucked up,
this little boy lost his way.
set me a trap, handicap,
stifle down my joy,
i'm a menace, a terror, a muthafucking treasure,
i'm lost but fuck it, i'm a little boy.
fence me up in a cage,
i need to be locked up, i'm too fucked up,
this little boy lost his way.
set me a trap, handicap,
stifle down my joy,
i'm a menace, a terror, a muthafucking treasure,
i'm lost but fuck it, i'm a little boy.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2011 6:12am
28th Jul 2011 6:12am
meaningless journey...
so the more i went looking
for the meaning of life
the less i found i knew,
i found i was closer when i didn't think,
i didn't look.
when i searched for what love meant
i knew less the further i got.
when i felt, i travelled, i saw,
i didn't have to know the meaning of anything.
for the meaning of life
the less i found i knew,
i found i was closer when i didn't think,
i didn't look.
when i searched for what love meant
i knew less the further i got.
when i felt, i travelled, i saw,
i didn't have to know the meaning of anything.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2011 6:17am
4th Jul 2011 6:17am
scars to show
bleeding wounds alive and well,
unprotected sores to heal
and cathartic sclerosis, clotting blood,
the reality of life's journey you feel.
unprotected sores to heal
and cathartic sclerosis, clotting blood,
the reality of life's journey you feel.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2011 2:29pm
2nd Jul 2011 2:29pm
music
he always plays the piano when he argues with his girl,
a light staccato jollity,
takes the seriousness and vitriol
out of everything said in a red mist haste.
he always plays the piano when he makes excited plans with his girl,
slow mournful melancholy minors,
a watery lento spreading like a pool of ink
that dampens and calms the overexcited,
dreamlike tones that talk of unrealistic dreams,
future fictions unwritten in fate.
he always plays the piano when they've got nothing to say -
modal glissandos neither major or minor
that...
a light staccato jollity,
takes the seriousness and vitriol
out of everything said in a red mist haste.
he always plays the piano when he makes excited plans with his girl,
slow mournful melancholy minors,
a watery lento spreading like a pool of ink
that dampens and calms the overexcited,
dreamlike tones that talk of unrealistic dreams,
future fictions unwritten in fate.
he always plays the piano when they've got nothing to say -
modal glissandos neither major or minor
that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2011 6:34am
23rd Jun 2011 6:34am
outsider
i've lingered on the edge of love,
never quite delved in,
got rid of my illusions,
let go and given in,
come out from behind my poetry and books
and truly let someone in,
forgot my mind and my theories,
listened to the voice within,
exposed my soul and naivete,
protected only by skin,
no more books to read,
my words for songs to sing.
never quite delved in,
got rid of my illusions,
let go and given in,
come out from behind my poetry and books
and truly let someone in,
forgot my mind and my theories,
listened to the voice within,
exposed my soul and naivete,
protected only by skin,
no more books to read,
my words for songs to sing.
685 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2011 2:21pm
18th Jun 2011 2:21pm
183
i was born in 183,
a revolutionary year,
neither bce nor a fucking d,
time, it don't exist here.
183 is a number,
a room or a place or a bed,
time is a walk and a wander
and a perception of a dimension in the head.
no, i was born in 183,
blind at first, nothing to see,
by 2.0.0 i was seeing,
eyes and toes to bleed.
i bled, i wrote, i read, i spoke,
i develop six senses to feel
to perceive some world around me
and one beyond what is real.
i was born in 183,
dead before i knew i lived,
lived before i...
a revolutionary year,
neither bce nor a fucking d,
time, it don't exist here.
183 is a number,
a room or a place or a bed,
time is a walk and a wander
and a perception of a dimension in the head.
no, i was born in 183,
blind at first, nothing to see,
by 2.0.0 i was seeing,
eyes and toes to bleed.
i bled, i wrote, i read, i spoke,
i develop six senses to feel
to perceive some world around me
and one beyond what is real.
i was born in 183,
dead before i knew i lived,
lived before i...
751 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 7:40am
17th Jun 2011 7:40am
words
i ripped up the book that i never read or wrote,
ignored the orders of which no one spoke,
every written word in every law or constitution
just a note in the history of time.
every word will come to fade
and still everybody got something to say,
my words are lost in the smoke of burning books
as the flames rise to the sky.
ignored the orders of which no one spoke,
every written word in every law or constitution
just a note in the history of time.
every word will come to fade
and still everybody got something to say,
my words are lost in the smoke of burning books
as the flames rise to the sky.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 7:02am
17th Jun 2011 7:02am
cabin game part 2
there's a girl - well she once told me -
love a lot yeah but live even more -
and before this i went so boldly
but i see now my vision was wrong,
we are only living for people,
love and beauty are what we live for,
my cheerful individuality
so cold, so dead, so flawed.
to sit of a morning drinking coffee
smoking cigarettes and talking philosophy,
to sit of an evening discussing the world,
smoking joints and drinking whiskys,
that wood-made cabin
in some gone lost mountain,
guitars, conversation, singing, writing, laughing,...
love a lot yeah but live even more -
and before this i went so boldly
but i see now my vision was wrong,
we are only living for people,
love and beauty are what we live for,
my cheerful individuality
so cold, so dead, so flawed.
to sit of a morning drinking coffee
smoking cigarettes and talking philosophy,
to sit of an evening discussing the world,
smoking joints and drinking whiskys,
that wood-made cabin
in some gone lost mountain,
guitars, conversation, singing, writing, laughing,...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Jun 2011 8:55am
16th Jun 2011 8:55am
odyssey
someone else is a lonely way,
no one else got nothing to say,
somewhere else is a dream that i never had,
i'm a traveller returning home.
i've got stories and adventures to tell
of the salt and the dirt that makes the world,
i got lost in the wild old lonely plains,
i'm a traveller returning home.
hoist the sail, let the wind blow,
my sun-cracked lips dry as bone,
on choppy seas of salt and foam
i'ma sailor returning home.
nothing for miles but sea
but my harbour is waiting for me,
creeping over horizons trees and sand,...
no one else got nothing to say,
somewhere else is a dream that i never had,
i'm a traveller returning home.
i've got stories and adventures to tell
of the salt and the dirt that makes the world,
i got lost in the wild old lonely plains,
i'm a traveller returning home.
hoist the sail, let the wind blow,
my sun-cracked lips dry as bone,
on choppy seas of salt and foam
i'ma sailor returning home.
nothing for miles but sea
but my harbour is waiting for me,
creeping over horizons trees and sand,...
794 reads
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