Submissions by ovariancyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I vomit up words and sometimes they form patterns like discarded tea leaves.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 5:24pm
14th Dec 2011 5:24pm
Claustrophobia Agoraphobia
polished impalpable touch
feels like gray
bitter sweet makes a flavorless constant withheld taunting temptation
[......]
if not love then return
lust at least
one craving to make a tomorrow worth awakening
value enough to make me a loss
[and a death worth living forward]
[?]
the world functions better w/o my daydreams/drivel/ideals, so i stay at home to watch television
[edited lives in a two-dimensional enhanced rainbow]
and wish i was them
i'm a failure
[loser]
because i don't have everything...
feels like gray
bitter sweet makes a flavorless constant withheld taunting temptation
[......]
if not love then return
lust at least
one craving to make a tomorrow worth awakening
value enough to make me a loss
[and a death worth living forward]
[?]
the world functions better w/o my daydreams/drivel/ideals, so i stay at home to watch television
[edited lives in a two-dimensional enhanced rainbow]
and wish i was them
i'm a failure
[loser]
because i don't have everything...
885 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 5:22pm
14th Dec 2011 5:22pm
Submission
fine. okay. yes. submission alas/at last.
i give up/in. i am scolded/scalded scarred/scared. why/what/where/how/who-ever, just any-thing/where/when but this/now/here.
i'm watching another sunset out of/through the same window as yester-day/week/month/year right now/just as then/before/please i hope not forever
i'm desensitized numb-mumm-ified dried and dusted shaken pride to air-thin scattereds, breath in my micro-sheddings and let me be-come(for me) the worst part of your (de)construction.
i assault myself with your hands/chastise myself with your words.
judge...
i give up/in. i am scolded/scalded scarred/scared. why/what/where/how/who-ever, just any-thing/where/when but this/now/here.
i'm watching another sunset out of/through the same window as yester-day/week/month/year right now/just as then/before/please i hope not forever
i'm desensitized numb-mumm-ified dried and dusted shaken pride to air-thin scattereds, breath in my micro-sheddings and let me be-come(for me) the worst part of your (de)construction.
i assault myself with your hands/chastise myself with your words.
judge...
785 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 12:12pm
11th Dec 2011 12:12pm
A Distance
you are a distance from deserve, one world away
but a single breath close, the charge of a near touch
igniting my skin, you pretend you don't know what you're doing
while i am staid a willing captive in your collapsing aura,
there's a heartbeat beneath your breast that i cannot count,
a moment frozen in a singularity of longing,
re-wire me, program me to fit your demand,
chemically react into a desire, pondering a rapture,
eager in my faith, dangerous in my devotion,
break from your reality long enough to recognize me
before my eyes close and destroy...
but a single breath close, the charge of a near touch
igniting my skin, you pretend you don't know what you're doing
while i am staid a willing captive in your collapsing aura,
there's a heartbeat beneath your breast that i cannot count,
a moment frozen in a singularity of longing,
re-wire me, program me to fit your demand,
chemically react into a desire, pondering a rapture,
eager in my faith, dangerous in my devotion,
break from your reality long enough to recognize me
before my eyes close and destroy...
1288 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 6:19pm
5th Dec 2011 6:19pm
Domain
this is burned enlightened eyes staking domain....
ears losing silence, crying slipping through polite conversation masquerades,
teardropping dripping falling behind a smile frozen zero,
crow's feet creases of too perfect laughter conceal and swallow the true need
beneath the minutes misspent clinging to the false promise of this un-relating relentless pretend.
kiss the open air in hope of a passing ghost claiming the shadow affection,
striking empty, leaving the injury of a vacuum, a clap of thunder strokes the palette,
awakens the gut to its forgotten...
ears losing silence, crying slipping through polite conversation masquerades,
teardropping dripping falling behind a smile frozen zero,
crow's feet creases of too perfect laughter conceal and swallow the true need
beneath the minutes misspent clinging to the false promise of this un-relating relentless pretend.
kiss the open air in hope of a passing ghost claiming the shadow affection,
striking empty, leaving the injury of a vacuum, a clap of thunder strokes the palette,
awakens the gut to its forgotten...
652 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 6:17pm
5th Dec 2011 6:17pm
No Way Out
blind, a stray on the moaning pavement
following a scent of metallic blood and bitter semen,
a smile numbing the face, lips perked and moist
eager for a chemical escape-
lies masquerade on an injured tongue,
bullet sharp words scathe their wounds
and make a white noise of conversation,
every greeting a warning,
every goodbye a promise broken by retreat,
sheltered in despair, a hardened shell of
remorseless contradiction,
oblivious to suffocation, a fool's way in
and no way out
following a scent of metallic blood and bitter semen,
a smile numbing the face, lips perked and moist
eager for a chemical escape-
lies masquerade on an injured tongue,
bullet sharp words scathe their wounds
and make a white noise of conversation,
every greeting a warning,
every goodbye a promise broken by retreat,
sheltered in despair, a hardened shell of
remorseless contradiction,
oblivious to suffocation, a fool's way in
and no way out
712 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Dec 2011 3:50pm
4th Dec 2011 3:50pm
Choice is a Luxury
choice is a luxury...brief moments when fate lets go of your hand and allows you to play within its view; you relish the untethered spin, the footsteps upon soft ground, free of predictable pavement. but your choices get spent, you collect the consequences and rewards you've acquired with them, and then you are wrapped once again in destiny's palm struggling with the paradox of security and stifled potential.
who do you decide to love? no one.
who decides to love you? no one.
these things just happen.
i don't only speak of romantic love, let's bypass that coveted...
who do you decide to love? no one.
who decides to love you? no one.
these things just happen.
i don't only speak of romantic love, let's bypass that coveted...
925 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Dec 2011 3:47pm
4th Dec 2011 3:47pm
Artificial Light
an inexcusable amount of time wasted on frivolous concerns.
how much damage will you do before you notice the damage you are doing.
When I walk outside, I am confronted by the world. It's face looks like cement and smoke. It only uses nature as a decoration. Grass, trees, flowers, and sky are only accessories used to accent the beauty of pavement. People whisper to my face and scream behind my back.
All things escaping. Time. Life. Heartbeat on a finite line. But electromagnetic energy can be captured, copied, and stored. Our technology will redeem us.
...
how much damage will you do before you notice the damage you are doing.
When I walk outside, I am confronted by the world. It's face looks like cement and smoke. It only uses nature as a decoration. Grass, trees, flowers, and sky are only accessories used to accent the beauty of pavement. People whisper to my face and scream behind my back.
All things escaping. Time. Life. Heartbeat on a finite line. But electromagnetic energy can be captured, copied, and stored. Our technology will redeem us.
...
733 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 6:26pm
3rd Dec 2011 6:26pm
Swimming
one body of water that tempts me to its assuming tide,
filling the atmosphere in yearning gasps of vapor mist against my ear
as my body lays over in preparation for the dive.
sliding my body over the curves of her moaning waters,
parting the dripping shore lines with nimble, surgical fingers and
tasting the thermal swell of the ocean’s pearl
nestled snug beneath its hood of yielding sand,
pulsing against my lapping tongue in a slick of lustful thirsting.
insatiable, unquenched but drinking undaunted with avid craving.
rocks of muscle quaking...
filling the atmosphere in yearning gasps of vapor mist against my ear
as my body lays over in preparation for the dive.
sliding my body over the curves of her moaning waters,
parting the dripping shore lines with nimble, surgical fingers and
tasting the thermal swell of the ocean’s pearl
nestled snug beneath its hood of yielding sand,
pulsing against my lapping tongue in a slick of lustful thirsting.
insatiable, unquenched but drinking undaunted with avid craving.
rocks of muscle quaking...
950 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 9:47am
3rd Dec 2011 9:47am
Magnetic Tape
still bating the same old hooks, rusted through--routine routine--too stubborn to admit dilapidation, sorrowed state of obsolete mechanics, these gears only move one way. hear the click click switch on switch back off and on again, recording, devoid of imagination, you're no different than a strip of magnetic tape.
i want statues, headlines, rhymeless verse, off-key tunes, blurry pictures, smears of paint and ink, procreate a world of shattered pieces from a brittle identity, small and frail, stacking stacking, match the corners, witness one fragment at a time--contract an...
i want statues, headlines, rhymeless verse, off-key tunes, blurry pictures, smears of paint and ink, procreate a world of shattered pieces from a brittle identity, small and frail, stacking stacking, match the corners, witness one fragment at a time--contract an...
629 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2011 9:45am
3rd Dec 2011 9:45am
A Corpse Degree
(you'll be in the arms of imagination soon, and i will be an aftertaste,
a translucent bruise slipping away in the tone of your skin
you can throw away the stains, but i still lost sustenance,
you can hide or destroy the evidence, but i am still your crime.
i love....)
the punishment is the unexplained taunting for explanation and a place,
distilled fluid hungry for defilement,
the virgin hangs eagerly with fresh limbs spread,
the innocence wants only to know and the innocence will pay
for the knowledge that enters its womb and, pregnant...
a translucent bruise slipping away in the tone of your skin
you can throw away the stains, but i still lost sustenance,
you can hide or destroy the evidence, but i am still your crime.
i love....)
the punishment is the unexplained taunting for explanation and a place,
distilled fluid hungry for defilement,
the virgin hangs eagerly with fresh limbs spread,
the innocence wants only to know and the innocence will pay
for the knowledge that enters its womb and, pregnant...
768 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2011 5:18pm
2nd Dec 2011 5:18pm
The Day You Gave Up On Me
footprints on swollen ground, echoing every hurried step.
how quickly population becomes a void,
ghosts of laughter reverberate in a mind tortured within regret,
the skin still tingles from a long departed touch.
a life that never was still struggles to be
while the atrocity that claimed it still smiles from its shade,
notes play in a distant dream, one bleeding into the next,
destiny trapped in its chosen state finds no escape
from the memories from which the song was made,
no turning back yet neither no chance of turning away,
and it all orbits...
how quickly population becomes a void,
ghosts of laughter reverberate in a mind tortured within regret,
the skin still tingles from a long departed touch.
a life that never was still struggles to be
while the atrocity that claimed it still smiles from its shade,
notes play in a distant dream, one bleeding into the next,
destiny trapped in its chosen state finds no escape
from the memories from which the song was made,
no turning back yet neither no chance of turning away,
and it all orbits...
758 reads
2 Comments
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