Submissions by olliec (Oliver Cocks)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Tony's Horror
On the day of horror,
Tony was teaching at MIT.
“Can anyone tell me the answer?
No? How astonishing!
Will any of you ever do any work?”
Tony said to his first years
(well, tried not to shout-
they should have done it).
They gaped at him, mostly.
Some scowled.
A couple looked away.
“You don’t get a Fields Medal
from doing nothing.
If you want to achieve what I have,
you’ll need to work.
Not play online chess.
Looking at you, Tia.”
Tia frowned, closed her...
Tony was teaching at MIT.
“Can anyone tell me the answer?
No? How astonishing!
Will any of you ever do any work?”
Tony said to his first years
(well, tried not to shout-
they should have done it).
They gaped at him, mostly.
Some scowled.
A couple looked away.
“You don’t get a Fields Medal
from doing nothing.
If you want to achieve what I have,
you’ll need to work.
Not play online chess.
Looking at you, Tia.”
Tia frowned, closed her...
#dark
#death
#family
#love
#sadness
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Ego Found
I sought you, looked for you
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
in strange places, while I decayed
My ego
The wholeness of my self
The fullness of my being
And now, I stride, and sing,
and gaze, chuffed, at mirrors
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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Dark His Eyes
#dark
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Of Star and Shadow
Your eyes are the only lights,
but in lieu of a kiss,
of a renewing smooch,
I find only the shadow
of you being here,
only the infinite black hole
left by your paramount star.
but in lieu of a kiss,
of a renewing smooch,
I find only the shadow
of you being here,
only the infinite black hole
left by your paramount star.
#love
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Until the Gala Finishes
You eat my empty then leave,
ready for the next soiree.
Yes, you gobble my void,
devour all my dead inside,
then potter off.
Because I am blank,
and you eat it all,
and then, well,
you have another engagement,
a different outing,
better opportunities for exhilaration.
So, I’ll stay here,
until the gala finishes.
ready for the next soiree.
Yes, you gobble my void,
devour all my dead inside,
then potter off.
Because I am blank,
and you eat it all,
and then, well,
you have another engagement,
a different outing,
better opportunities for exhilaration.
So, I’ll stay here,
until the gala finishes.
#dark
#love
#sadness
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The Friends Picnic
#dark
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#relationships
#sadness
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2 Comments
The Questing Friends
We look for pizza
Strolling through roads
lit by streetlamps,
and the moon and stars
I’m so happy to
have found true pals
After all the phonies
All the supposed supporters
Also, is that the sky?
The air sweats
It’s Friday, we’ve finished uni
Until next week
Maybe it’s Saturday
A gang of us
Five friends
We met last year
In our first year
We need pizza
We have the munchies
We may, ah,
have smoked a tiny bit of weed
Good...
Strolling through roads
lit by streetlamps,
and the moon and stars
I’m so happy to
have found true pals
After all the phonies
All the supposed supporters
Also, is that the sky?
The air sweats
It’s Friday, we’ve finished uni
Until next week
Maybe it’s Saturday
A gang of us
Five friends
We met last year
In our first year
We need pizza
We have the munchies
We may, ah,
have smoked a tiny bit of weed
Good...
#friendship
#stars
#universe
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2 Comments
Deep
in tobacco tar night, and
we’re singing the usual:
“ I C A N ’ T G E T N O ! ”
But your voice
shakes, buckles,
your eyes blaze
with disintegration.
What’s going on?
What’s up?
Why so hasty
to put away the phone?
I try to probe (gentle, now!):
“Is anything…. Ah…”
Tears seep like oil
from a shoddy car.
“It’s just…”
you begin,
“Are we doomed, not blessed,
to be free?
And Ian’s breaking up with me.”
“Oh! There, there,” I say ...
we’re singing the usual:
“ I C A N ’ T G E T N O ! ”
But your voice
shakes, buckles,
your eyes blaze
with disintegration.
What’s going on?
What’s up?
Why so hasty
to put away the phone?
I try to probe (gentle, now!):
“Is anything…. Ah…”
Tears seep like oil
from a shoddy car.
“It’s just…”
you begin,
“Are we doomed, not blessed,
to be free?
And Ian’s breaking up with me.”
“Oh! There, there,” I say ...
#funny
#love
#meditation
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Wisdom
Wisdom is a pipe dream.
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
We are all fools.
We all know everything,
except true knowings.
When we are born,
we bawl and scream,
grope towards the end
of our serene gestation.
So why not
titter, laugh, and smooch?
#dark
#depression
#love
#sadness
#suffering
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The Mouse
Midnight: I lie on the bed, a
song plays in my head- but which?
Ah, I don’t know. I close my eyes,
but no use: no oblivion, no
peace. No medicine of all
times. And so I get up and leave
my room. A coffee! Why
not? Therefore I go to a shelf and
grab the coffee, but I hear something.
What’s there? I look around and see
a mouse, a molecule hurrying
to escape in the infinity of the planet,
in the sea of the night. I feel
ready finally for sleep,
for the dreams remaining to me.
song plays in my head- but which?
Ah, I don’t know. I close my eyes,
but no use: no oblivion, no
peace. No medicine of all
times. And so I get up and leave
my room. A coffee! Why
not? Therefore I go to a shelf and
grab the coffee, but I hear something.
What’s there? I look around and see
a mouse, a molecule hurrying
to escape in the infinity of the planet,
in the sea of the night. I feel
ready finally for sleep,
for the dreams remaining to me.
#animals
#nature
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Love and Pasta
I seek love
and tuna
Because I want
to cook pasta
With a sauce
with tuna
And find
the heart
who will
like it,
with whom
I can share
every sauce
and tuna
Because I want
to cook pasta
With a sauce
with tuna
And find
the heart
who will
like it,
with whom
I can share
every sauce
#love
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Secluded
in dimness, I murmur secrets
to the bedroom wall.
Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.
I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,
think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and
the very top of pop songs,
as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.
Because here, between
these four excluding walls,
I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage
great seas of imagination.
Here, I have all
the company I could desire,
seething...
to the bedroom wall.
Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.
I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,
think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and
the very top of pop songs,
as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.
Because here, between
these four excluding walls,
I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage
great seas of imagination.
Here, I have all
the company I could desire,
seething...
#anxiety
#depression
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
255 reads
4 Comments
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