Submissions by patrickbirdener (Patrick Birdener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hmmmmmmmm...
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 8:53pm
8th Jul 2013 8:53pm
L
life is
death in slow motion,
with little glints of diamond static
death in slow motion,
with little glints of diamond static
784 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 8:02am
7th Jul 2013 8:02am
Shoulder. Shrug. 17
my silent acedia
bleeds into the summer night.
i have taken a blade meant for you.
sirens in the distance.
it will heal.
bleeds into the summer night.
i have taken a blade meant for you.
sirens in the distance.
it will heal.
603 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2013 6:47am
4th Jul 2013 6:47am
Title
said the sun to the moon, “you’re bright.”
said the moon to the cheese, “you’re wise.”
said the moon to the cheese, “you’re wise.”
645 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 7:01pm
3rd Jul 2013 7:01pm
i hate making up titles sometimes.
Don’t let other people tell you how to think,”
said a man telling you how to think.
said a man telling you how to think.
605 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 5:48am
3rd Jul 2013 5:48am
(clear throat...cough, cough...)
i’d been uable to painlessly masturbate for weeks so i
fell asleep
and had a dream
about masturbating.
i was shaking the bed was shaking hard enough to be heard
it was morning i rolled off the bed,
tumbled face down to the floor, gurgling “ahhhhhhh,” and i thought,
Oh my God i’m Saying something!
then i woke in my bed hands all numb
out in space somewhere.
odd, huh?
fell asleep
and had a dream
about masturbating.
i was shaking the bed was shaking hard enough to be heard
it was morning i rolled off the bed,
tumbled face down to the floor, gurgling “ahhhhhhh,” and i thought,
Oh my God i’m Saying something!
then i woke in my bed hands all numb
out in space somewhere.
odd, huh?
613 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 7:48pm
1st Jul 2013 7:48pm
...,...
apathetic orange squeezer
851 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 7:47pm
1st Jul 2013 7:47pm
...
oh look, another one...
two...three...
this is the year of dead baby birds in this town.
two...three...
this is the year of dead baby birds in this town.
547 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2013 7:04am
27th Jun 2013 7:04am
old news story
yes,
i had a squirrel’s nest in a tree in my yard
with a little american flag in it too, once.
i had a squirrel’s nest in a tree in my yard
with a little american flag in it too, once.
548 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 7:00am
24th Jun 2013 7:00am
thoughts
well, i entered the poem. it was supposed to be a blank-page poem, one that, hypothetically speaking, could use the reader's thoughts as the words. I guess though that that would've failed because the reader might've been wondering "why is this poem blank," and that would've been the most significant thought associated with this poem, anyway. ah, well. experiment failed due to fatal flaw.
ah, well, well, well.
ah, well, well, well.
732 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 6:54am
24th Jun 2013 6:54am
sometimes,
this poem is too long.
644 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2010 10:49am
30th Oct 2010 10:49am
Dracula cuts himself./
Dracula cuts himself.
He has tried to be something he truly isn't anymore.
So he goes to a bathroom counter and bleeds down the drain.
This is difficult as his wounds keep healing.
It gets easier.
He has tried to be something he truly isn't anymore.
So he goes to a bathroom counter and bleeds down the drain.
This is difficult as his wounds keep healing.
It gets easier.
973 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2010 5:49am
25th Jul 2010 5:49am
My silent acedia has become/
My silent acedia has become
an ancient inside joke.
That's the only reason I'm not laughing
after the man in my head asking questions says to me,
"If that's the way you see it, then there's no hope for you."
I give a little smile.
"Better to have loved and lost"--
slaked one's lust,
had fun and been busted in youth?--
Truth wears many faces.
Mine's one in the back.
I pass people on the sidewalk.
Behind their eyes are memories of
kinds of places I've never been.
They snicker at the way I walk.
an ancient inside joke.
That's the only reason I'm not laughing
after the man in my head asking questions says to me,
"If that's the way you see it, then there's no hope for you."
I give a little smile.
"Better to have loved and lost"--
slaked one's lust,
had fun and been busted in youth?--
Truth wears many faces.
Mine's one in the back.
I pass people on the sidewalk.
Behind their eyes are memories of
kinds of places I've never been.
They snicker at the way I walk.
722 reads
3 Comments
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