Submissions by orchestra__moss (Orchestra Moss)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
aesthetic & emotion
out - in
uninterrupted blue
atmosphere swallowing you -
everlasting depth
to the tune of nature's breath
atmosphere swallowing you -
everlasting depth
to the tune of nature's breath
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waking coma
sitting,
waiting for the last hours to elapse,
staring at an empty screen
evaporation of ocular moisture
correlating with depletion of sanity
itching to go home,
longing to go to sleep,
dreading the inevitability
of waking up
and going to work
waiting for the last hours to elapse,
staring at an empty screen
evaporation of ocular moisture
correlating with depletion of sanity
itching to go home,
longing to go to sleep,
dreading the inevitability
of waking up
and going to work
516 reads
1 Comment
avis
sunrise
rose and amber reflections
paint the sky into the waves
gently rolling
empty horizons all around
miles of expanse
no disturbance
fluently soaring -
a streaming hover
subtle life, subtle death
rose and amber reflections
paint the sky into the waves
gently rolling
empty horizons all around
miles of expanse
no disturbance
fluently soaring -
a streaming hover
subtle life, subtle death
549 reads
1 Comment
a lifetime's journey
harsh symbolism -
strong association between leaving you and facing a stark and real reality;
i'm facing it head on,
into the wind
--
confidence is diminishing
slowly but surely
i haven't noticed yet
--
as i tread though the wide and winding terrain of cold, cracked pavement,
i realize how alone i am in my head...
...
--
each passing car blinds me
i fight to keep looking forward
but all i see is white
and the shadow of my body behind me
i will each...
strong association between leaving you and facing a stark and real reality;
i'm facing it head on,
into the wind
--
confidence is diminishing
slowly but surely
i haven't noticed yet
--
as i tread though the wide and winding terrain of cold, cracked pavement,
i realize how alone i am in my head...
...
--
each passing car blinds me
i fight to keep looking forward
but all i see is white
and the shadow of my body behind me
i will each...
841 reads
2 Comments
a fifth visit
transcending time,
above our own bodies,
sifting through moments past -
experiencing through each other's memory
each train of thought
barreling forward and back,
streaming in and out of each other's paths,
circling each other's spiraling tendrils,
each on their own planes
the light goes dim,
and then a field
with a lone grey cloud, bluish
accompanied by two stark, vibrant walls of color
interrupting the dying light of the setting sun ...
above our own bodies,
sifting through moments past -
experiencing through each other's memory
each train of thought
barreling forward and back,
streaming in and out of each other's paths,
circling each other's spiraling tendrils,
each on their own planes
the light goes dim,
and then a field
with a lone grey cloud, bluish
accompanied by two stark, vibrant walls of color
interrupting the dying light of the setting sun ...
659 reads
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undertime
in
an office,
empty, after dark -
such quiet, beautiful aesthetic,
such dismal halls by day
an office,
empty, after dark -
such quiet, beautiful aesthetic,
such dismal halls by day
532 reads
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the searing black walk
Heavy, saturated sunlight
dully refracting through the readily fragile plane of sky
to be barred by the solipsistic horizon above me
Below, the air is unstained, but thinly arid
Fuchsia corolla crests the searing black walk
and i look up.
dully refracting through the readily fragile plane of sky
to be barred by the solipsistic horizon above me
Below, the air is unstained, but thinly arid
Fuchsia corolla crests the searing black walk
and i look up.
560 reads
1 Comment
silent call
it's intrinsic,
the desire, the need,
to escape,
to come back up and out of the rabbit hole,
out of the chaotic cacophony of paths and collisions,
to rise above it all
and wander freely in the quiet
of autonomy
the desire, the need,
to escape,
to come back up and out of the rabbit hole,
out of the chaotic cacophony of paths and collisions,
to rise above it all
and wander freely in the quiet
of autonomy
593 reads
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millions and the wooded divider
millions,
millions rest on the stalks and branches of the wooded divider
such a small place, yet such a massive world
for those who share its cool, shaded understories
and its warm, sunglazed leaftops
it's a beautiful thing, isn't it?
a sliver of hope on a thick atmosphere's viscera
dominated by those whose minds have been paved shut
with concrete and steel
millions,
millions, every day, push and shove past the wooded divider
on both sides, towards placebo, and only placebo
plastic comforts and their value in rocks...
millions rest on the stalks and branches of the wooded divider
such a small place, yet such a massive world
for those who share its cool, shaded understories
and its warm, sunglazed leaftops
it's a beautiful thing, isn't it?
a sliver of hope on a thick atmosphere's viscera
dominated by those whose minds have been paved shut
with concrete and steel
millions,
millions, every day, push and shove past the wooded divider
on both sides, towards placebo, and only placebo
plastic comforts and their value in rocks...
591 reads
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overcast
overcast:
the dismal machines,
the frigid and decrepit pavement -
grey and yellow envelope my universe.
peripheral is diminished;
vision is a deeply textured painting on an unseen wall
then a momentary lapse in this conscious hypnosis:
resplendent white and orange light bursts through the clouds and nearly suffocates me
as its source begins to descend below the pseudo-horizon.
elation, pure as day, runs through my soul
it electrifies me into involuntary motion and sends music through my head...
and i once again meet the ground ...
the dismal machines,
the frigid and decrepit pavement -
grey and yellow envelope my universe.
peripheral is diminished;
vision is a deeply textured painting on an unseen wall
then a momentary lapse in this conscious hypnosis:
resplendent white and orange light bursts through the clouds and nearly suffocates me
as its source begins to descend below the pseudo-horizon.
elation, pure as day, runs through my soul
it electrifies me into involuntary motion and sends music through my head...
and i once again meet the ground ...
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ours
from a distance,
one catches fleeting glimpses of two dark discontinuities
in the cacophonous pattern of movement
that blends the grasses into a sea of cohesive waves...
and the long silhouetted figures
occasionally seem to merge
as the gaping northern blue of the sky
gradually evolves into a longitudinal gradient in front of them
they are in embrace,
gazing into the horizon,
while the gentle winds whisk away any remaining worry -
the future pauses and waits
one catches fleeting glimpses of two dark discontinuities
in the cacophonous pattern of movement
that blends the grasses into a sea of cohesive waves...
and the long silhouetted figures
occasionally seem to merge
as the gaping northern blue of the sky
gradually evolves into a longitudinal gradient in front of them
they are in embrace,
gazing into the horizon,
while the gentle winds whisk away any remaining worry -
the future pauses and waits
639 reads
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