Submissions by penACTION (Bee.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Feb 2011 11:53pm
8th Feb 2011 11:53pm
Like a sailor.
They said that if I swear,
I'm angry. That the fricative
Noises from my lips, the
Sibilance from my teeth,
It's scum. It's Beneath me.
Well, fuck that shit, frankly
I'll never be happy.
So cover your eyes
Whilst I do what I do, and
Give you a hand.
(Or a finger or two.)
Anyway,
I'm good.
And how are you?
I'm angry. That the fricative
Noises from my lips, the
Sibilance from my teeth,
It's scum. It's Beneath me.
Well, fuck that shit, frankly
I'll never be happy.
So cover your eyes
Whilst I do what I do, and
Give you a hand.
(Or a finger or two.)
Anyway,
I'm good.
And how are you?
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2011 11:55pm
3rd Feb 2011 11:55pm
Choking.
Ribs, feel one last cough
Before I take this moment
To peel my cage off.
Before I take this moment
To peel my cage off.
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2011 5:46pm
2nd Feb 2011 5:46pm
Simple.
Nobody cares what I think.
Here,
Take my heart.
Let it sink, dear.
Don't start again.
I don't want to hear.
Just let the water
Run over.
I'm still not scared.
And I'll choke.
You'll throw me the air,
But I won't want it.
We'll be good again,
Right? Fair is fair,
It's the least I can do.
Now, what about you?
Here,
Take my heart.
Let it sink, dear.
Don't start again.
I don't want to hear.
Just let the water
Run over.
I'm still not scared.
And I'll choke.
You'll throw me the air,
But I won't want it.
We'll be good again,
Right? Fair is fair,
It's the least I can do.
Now, what about you?
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2011 00:35am
2nd Feb 2011 00:35am
Owls.
That's smooth, that is.
The way you twist your neck
And look up at nothing.
Yes,
There's the move.
That really is something!
Though this old bird,
Her spine doesn't bend that way.
It hurts, so she stays looking down.
And even from the ground, I wonder
How can it be that you're so okay
Facing away from her howls?
Day after day, these feathers fall
And I pray for a single sound. Oh,
The sharp crack of a vertebrae.
For our sake
Let's say the dirty truth,
Come what may:
If you turn back,crack,...
The way you twist your neck
And look up at nothing.
Yes,
There's the move.
That really is something!
Though this old bird,
Her spine doesn't bend that way.
It hurts, so she stays looking down.
And even from the ground, I wonder
How can it be that you're so okay
Facing away from her howls?
Day after day, these feathers fall
And I pray for a single sound. Oh,
The sharp crack of a vertebrae.
For our sake
Let's say the dirty truth,
Come what may:
If you turn back,crack,...
1297 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 00:45am
26th Jan 2011 00:45am
Pumped.
Oh, and the sound
the Heart makes, tick,
when each atrium
departs, tock. When
the ventricles
decide it's time
To move on.
Tick --
Makes me sick.
The trick is knowing
when it's gone -
when it's finished -
and waiting for your brain
to make the same familiar
hiss.
Oh, that sound
I'll never miss.
Tick.
the Heart makes, tick,
when each atrium
departs, tock. When
the ventricles
decide it's time
To move on.
Tick --
Makes me sick.
The trick is knowing
when it's gone -
when it's finished -
and waiting for your brain
to make the same familiar
hiss.
Oh, that sound
I'll never miss.
Tick.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2011 11:56pm
18th Jan 2011 11:56pm
Free Association
They ask me to remember what went on.
Simple enough, right? In order
If you like?
All was good, all was stable and sane.
And fine - just fine.
An argument broke out. She was wrong,
I was right. I fought her
Until the moment she --
Well, alright, exactly what happened I don't recall,
After the fight, in all honesty
I remember fuck all and that's
Not my problem, really,
BecauseI don't recall;
And, so what if I fought her!
It's over now. All the same.
It won't make a difference,
You'll still think I'm...
Simple enough, right? In order
If you like?
All was good, all was stable and sane.
And fine - just fine.
An argument broke out. She was wrong,
I was right. I fought her
Until the moment she --
Well, alright, exactly what happened I don't recall,
After the fight, in all honesty
I remember fuck all and that's
Not my problem, really,
BecauseI don't recall;
And, so what if I fought her!
It's over now. All the same.
It won't make a difference,
You'll still think I'm...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jan 2011 1:51am
16th Jan 2011 1:51am
Ideal.
I want to die with a bloodied chin,
As evidence of trying to beat whatever -
Whoever - did me in. To be specific,
I need it to be to the bone,
Through the skin and the blood;
All that knows how to live,
How to sin.
(Honestly, you know I would, and have been.)
Yes,
I want to die with a bloodied chin
To show that at one point,
haha,
This kid fought to win.
As evidence of trying to beat whatever -
Whoever - did me in. To be specific,
I need it to be to the bone,
Through the skin and the blood;
All that knows how to live,
How to sin.
(Honestly, you know I would, and have been.)
Yes,
I want to die with a bloodied chin
To show that at one point,
haha,
This kid fought to win.
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2011 1:04am
16th Jan 2011 1:04am
Tired.
Love,' I whisper.
'Time's not on our side.
Each second flies.'
I'm remembering the way you smile;
How fast the daylight dies.
'How would you feel
If I left
My head
With
You?
Just for a little while,
Just while I shut my eyes.'
'Time's not on our side.
Each second flies.'
I'm remembering the way you smile;
How fast the daylight dies.
'How would you feel
If I left
My head
With
You?
Just for a little while,
Just while I shut my eyes.'
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2011 00:45am
13th Jan 2011 00:45am
Aurora.
Please, keep this quiet,
As I'd rather it not heard,
Nor spoken. Lest, these words
Get broken and end up a mess.
I digress;
I barely remember when the stars -
Ourstars -
Weren't tainted by the clouds.Or our heads.
What it was like when my mouth was untied.
And honestly, time after time,
I'm much less surprised.
Don't let your hands gather and bend,
And rest under your chin out of hate -
Or mine may have no place.
I know that is what's meant,
But let's pretend we're good.
We're great.
...
As I'd rather it not heard,
Nor spoken. Lest, these words
Get broken and end up a mess.
I digress;
I barely remember when the stars -
Ourstars -
Weren't tainted by the clouds.Or our heads.
What it was like when my mouth was untied.
And honestly, time after time,
I'm much less surprised.
Don't let your hands gather and bend,
And rest under your chin out of hate -
Or mine may have no place.
I know that is what's meant,
But let's pretend we're good.
We're great.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2010 11:51pm
23rd Nov 2010 11:51pm
Phantom.
Scattered across the floor:
Things I've never lost,
Things I've never held.
What's more, I feel it hell
To have the ghost driving me mad;
The silhouette of what I'd never had,
Slightly heart shaped, possibly a tear,
Or a different drop. One that leaves me
Unable to fly. That I fear the most.
I'm just glad you aren't there beneath me,
Because God only knows if you can catch.
Still, I feel the wind run through these wings that I don't have.
Things I've never lost,
Things I've never held.
What's more, I feel it hell
To have the ghost driving me mad;
The silhouette of what I'd never had,
Slightly heart shaped, possibly a tear,
Or a different drop. One that leaves me
Unable to fly. That I fear the most.
I'm just glad you aren't there beneath me,
Because God only knows if you can catch.
Still, I feel the wind run through these wings that I don't have.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2010 11:29pm
16th Nov 2010 11:29pm
Atheist.
If a cross marks the spot,
Then there be no blemish upon my skin.
No clasping of hands can mend a heart,
No crowding for mass, no family dinners
In which we give thanks to - ah,
Yes, call me a sinner, or what's better,
Call me nothing at all.
I'd rather commit a mortal sin, Father,
And throw a clean slate in the ember
Than step on the crack of the concrete.
Again.
Sir, or friend:
Cheers to you,
But I have my own back!
Fancy that. I'm a godsend.
Then there be no blemish upon my skin.
No clasping of hands can mend a heart,
No crowding for mass, no family dinners
In which we give thanks to - ah,
Yes, call me a sinner, or what's better,
Call me nothing at all.
I'd rather commit a mortal sin, Father,
And throw a clean slate in the ember
Than step on the crack of the concrete.
Again.
Sir, or friend:
Cheers to you,
But I have my own back!
Fancy that. I'm a godsend.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2010 1:07am
12th Oct 2010 1:07am
We.
Them: they see the water fall from the skies.
Tut and sigh and complain, ah,
The weather these days.
Us: we notice the rain when it's over;
When we step outside and realise
We walk on water.
Tut and sigh and complain, ah,
The weather these days.
Us: we notice the rain when it's over;
When we step outside and realise
We walk on water.
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