Submissions by paperstains
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Well, I've seen love come, I've seen it shot down, I've seen it die in vain" -- If that's not fitting for DU, I don't know what is. It's been an experience. I bid you adieu.
Growing Up
Maturity isn't a product
of time
of time
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
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Selfdom
Mirror's reflection doesn't tell my story
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
280 reads
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Shovel Blisters Make Interesting Patterns
Would it matter
if I spelled it all out
wrote verses about the ache
that keeps me company
familiarity breeding contempt
for my stupidity
You say it's good for the soul
but I just keep digging a deeper hole
to bury the same shit
in a mass grave of what the fuck
am I doing?
if I spelled it all out
wrote verses about the ache
that keeps me company
familiarity breeding contempt
for my stupidity
You say it's good for the soul
but I just keep digging a deeper hole
to bury the same shit
in a mass grave of what the fuck
am I doing?
#SelfReflection
681 reads
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Repetitive History
The more I see
it becomes easier to recognize
regurgitation
and I'll confess that I miss
the bliss of ignorance
sometimes
even though I understand
it's safer to know
that stars in your eyes
are probably headlights
and the brighter they are
the less time you have
to get the fuck out of the way
it becomes easier to recognize
regurgitation
and I'll confess that I miss
the bliss of ignorance
sometimes
even though I understand
it's safer to know
that stars in your eyes
are probably headlights
and the brighter they are
the less time you have
to get the fuck out of the way
#shadows
#evolution
#learning
584 reads
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Once You Know
Mike's playing Otherside
in that magic way that acoustic
turns electric into something new
letting the words flow through
and there's no way to shake thoughts
of you, listening to one of your favorites
meditating on the phrases
that dance and tumble
between my ears
As I sit on yet another side
of the most recent iteration of us
in distant reflection of the lies
questioning which ones were mine
if what I've seen with my eyes
is coincidence or evidence
I don't need to ask if you're still a slut
when the...
in that magic way that acoustic
turns electric into something new
letting the words flow through
and there's no way to shake thoughts
of you, listening to one of your favorites
meditating on the phrases
that dance and tumble
between my ears
As I sit on yet another side
of the most recent iteration of us
in distant reflection of the lies
questioning which ones were mine
if what I've seen with my eyes
is coincidence or evidence
I don't need to ask if you're still a slut
when the...
#love
#forgiveness
442 reads
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Presto Chango
Once those words were magic
a mirror showing my reflection
in a different reality
a little lost, a little found
and I was enchanted
Spellcraft is not meant for the reckless
and clumsy hands
let the curtain fall
to reveal machinations
as tricks tumbled from sleeves
Truth was fantasy
hidden between bold phrases
and seductive imagery
The lines and curves now bereft
of meaning beyond dictionary definition
coax no more feeling
than instructions on my tax forms
leaving me bewitched
by how...
a mirror showing my reflection
in a different reality
a little lost, a little found
and I was enchanted
Spellcraft is not meant for the reckless
and clumsy hands
let the curtain fall
to reveal machinations
as tricks tumbled from sleeves
Truth was fantasy
hidden between bold phrases
and seductive imagery
The lines and curves now bereft
of meaning beyond dictionary definition
coax no more feeling
than instructions on my tax forms
leaving me bewitched
by how...
#secrets
#lies
#disappointment
358 reads
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Toxicology
Must've said something unsettling
made the quiet part too loud
the truth a dare
he feared taking
reminded that time doesn't lessen
the illicit
because consequences feel more distant
My presence, once poison
those years ago
now more lethal
I simply showed him the warning label
made the quiet part too loud
the truth a dare
he feared taking
reminded that time doesn't lessen
the illicit
because consequences feel more distant
My presence, once poison
those years ago
now more lethal
I simply showed him the warning label
#secrets
#lies
472 reads
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Out of Sight, Out of Time
For all I think I've learned
of love
a forever unanswered question
remains
what does it means when it comes from you?
Those words that once flowed easily
from your lips
now dammed somewhere beneath your larynx
in your time-honored farce
that silence drowns what's left unsaid
So, here we are
again
in the vortex
of our beautiful oblivion
those precious parts we chucked
into the jar
pressed puree without the lid on
splattering everything that ever mattered
with persistent stains
of love
a forever unanswered question
remains
what does it means when it comes from you?
Those words that once flowed easily
from your lips
now dammed somewhere beneath your larynx
in your time-honored farce
that silence drowns what's left unsaid
So, here we are
again
in the vortex
of our beautiful oblivion
those precious parts we chucked
into the jar
pressed puree without the lid on
splattering everything that ever mattered
with persistent stains
#love
#conflict
636 reads
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I've Forgotten How to Feel on Paper
Poems write themselves
while I'm in the car
or taking a shower
lines and rhymes flicker
at the edges in half-sleep
But when I have pen in hand
or keys under fingertips
the will and the words evaporate
seek the safety of ether
reject the solidity of black and white
while I'm in the car
or taking a shower
lines and rhymes flicker
at the edges in half-sleep
But when I have pen in hand
or keys under fingertips
the will and the words evaporate
seek the safety of ether
reject the solidity of black and white
#WritingPoetry
#healing
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Past the Bottle
We sat, not speaking
a couple bar stools between
not quite close enough to touch
distance that felt insurmountable
words ceased to have meaning
as the bottle passed
from one to another
glances lingering
longer with each pour
until the silence was drenched
with the only things left worth saying
Conversation returned with dirty phrases
fevered and rough from broken tongues
punctuated by claps of desperate flesh
etching runes into skin
messages for later
language abandoned
a couple bar stools between
not quite close enough to touch
distance that felt insurmountable
words ceased to have meaning
as the bottle passed
from one to another
glances lingering
longer with each pour
until the silence was drenched
with the only things left worth saying
Conversation returned with dirty phrases
fevered and rough from broken tongues
punctuated by claps of desperate flesh
etching runes into skin
messages for later
language abandoned
#lust
#conflict
#passion
549 reads
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And It Keeps Coming Back to This
Doesn't take a few
to make me want to call
just makes the urge stronger
somehow, I've fought it off
drink in hand or not
playing, replaying those songs
that make me want
or want to cry
or both, which is the real sweet spot
no matter what
I end up drunk on something
And I could crawl
don't mind spending time
on my knees
but there's nowhere to go
other than my bed
where dreams of you wake me
leave me shaking
with the phantom of your lips
not quite brushing
against hungry skin
whispers...
to make me want to call
just makes the urge stronger
somehow, I've fought it off
drink in hand or not
playing, replaying those songs
that make me want
or want to cry
or both, which is the real sweet spot
no matter what
I end up drunk on something
And I could crawl
don't mind spending time
on my knees
but there's nowhere to go
other than my bed
where dreams of you wake me
leave me shaking
with the phantom of your lips
not quite brushing
against hungry skin
whispers...
#music
#lover
#separation
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Your Embers Still Glow in the Shadows
Strange that my memories of you
are simple and clean
considering the plotline
of our brief history
The way we connected
was so uncomplicated
just spare time
with no demands
other than those of bodies
colliding in the night
(and morning and afternoon and night again)
Most vivid in the dark recesses
is one of our early encounters
I cried when you made me come
from the violence of the first
then urged into the second
the third made me feel like I was drowning ...
are simple and clean
considering the plotline
of our brief history
The way we connected
was so uncomplicated
just spare time
with no demands
other than those of bodies
colliding in the night
(and morning and afternoon and night again)
Most vivid in the dark recesses
is one of our early encounters
I cried when you made me come
from the violence of the first
then urged into the second
the third made me feel like I was drowning ...
#lust
#sex
#memories
823 reads
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