Submissions by penACTION (Bee.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2009 10:17pm
20th Dec 2009 10:17pm
El Papi.
Sometimes,
Very goddamn rarely,
I catch you in the glass.
Your head is back,
Talking to the throb of a bottle.
Grit on your cheeks and chin -
The only thing stopping your face
From icing over.
The cigar strings are at your ears,
Playing you a song.
Pursed lips, I could swear I hear a whistle.
Is this how you calm yourself?
And every time it happens,
It becomes clearer.
Nearer and eminent:
One day,
Fists and all,
I'll grow into your shoes.
Fuck.
Very goddamn rarely,
I catch you in the glass.
Your head is back,
Talking to the throb of a bottle.
Grit on your cheeks and chin -
The only thing stopping your face
From icing over.
The cigar strings are at your ears,
Playing you a song.
Pursed lips, I could swear I hear a whistle.
Is this how you calm yourself?
And every time it happens,
It becomes clearer.
Nearer and eminent:
One day,
Fists and all,
I'll grow into your shoes.
Fuck.
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2009 3:35pm
20th Dec 2009 3:35pm
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Call me Robotic.
I'm always leakin' oil,
Repeating what I've seen in monotone,
Dressing duplicate knowledge with Queen's english.
Truth is, though, I'm all up on red buttons now.
I guess you could chain that to
Problems with the motherboard.
Haha.
Don't go all 'HelpDesk' on me.
I've called that hotline before,
"You tried turning it off and on again?"
Short pause,
Long tone.
Thank you, Frank.
Just a short circuit away from damnation,
They say I have no hope. Tell eachother
That I should be sold for parts. One...
I'm always leakin' oil,
Repeating what I've seen in monotone,
Dressing duplicate knowledge with Queen's english.
Truth is, though, I'm all up on red buttons now.
I guess you could chain that to
Problems with the motherboard.
Haha.
Don't go all 'HelpDesk' on me.
I've called that hotline before,
"You tried turning it off and on again?"
Short pause,
Long tone.
Thank you, Frank.
Just a short circuit away from damnation,
They say I have no hope. Tell eachother
That I should be sold for parts. One...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2009 4:13pm
19th Dec 2009 4:13pm
Gold and Greens.
I'm just a sinner with a calculator,
I make you sway with undiagnosed currents.
Little do you know,
No signs pave your way. Zombies, drones,
Clones of a premier me,
Going to a platinum dissociation,
Attached to a copper corporation.
I duplicate, wait until later and claw,
Buy out and sell out and fall out,
Forget about the bodies that get caught in my gums.
Turn a face towards my friends,
Dive into wrapping, all fingers and thumbs.
Covered with the queens face.
Dividends.
Stake holders! I thank you,
You've got my back and...
I make you sway with undiagnosed currents.
Little do you know,
No signs pave your way. Zombies, drones,
Clones of a premier me,
Going to a platinum dissociation,
Attached to a copper corporation.
I duplicate, wait until later and claw,
Buy out and sell out and fall out,
Forget about the bodies that get caught in my gums.
Turn a face towards my friends,
Dive into wrapping, all fingers and thumbs.
Covered with the queens face.
Dividends.
Stake holders! I thank you,
You've got my back and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 2:00pm
13th Dec 2009 2:00pm
Salute.
I guess the issue is that I'm dead sick.
My hand may never unbend. It still looks trigger-ready.
I'm psychotic in the way that I can only hear bombs.
I feel snakes dancing around my face all night -
They're attracted to the constant bass in my ears.
I can only hear where we left off.
The last words that I remember? "Fuck, they got Richard!"
Richard was next to me. I'm on the floor, bleeding,
Talking to shrapnel,
But who cares? They got Richard!
Damn.
He got flown home in a box with a flag,
I got red paper. Metal. Drag.
...
My hand may never unbend. It still looks trigger-ready.
I'm psychotic in the way that I can only hear bombs.
I feel snakes dancing around my face all night -
They're attracted to the constant bass in my ears.
I can only hear where we left off.
The last words that I remember? "Fuck, they got Richard!"
Richard was next to me. I'm on the floor, bleeding,
Talking to shrapnel,
But who cares? They got Richard!
Damn.
He got flown home in a box with a flag,
I got red paper. Metal. Drag.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2009 9:57pm
7th Dec 2009 9:57pm
What I am.
This interview is being taped for court,
07 December, 2009,
0300 hours. Date and time.
Please, begin.
I was walking to my car,
This homeless man ambushed me.
Not joking. Don't laugh.
My day was already dipping,
But then this hefty body smothered me.
He sssslured, "You're looking thin, Jack!"
I chuckle. My name is Charlie.
But, he must be mad. Bless his head.
I thank him - don't ask why.
Five dollars in his pocket,
And I walk on,
Whistle a song on the radio.
It might have been 'Winter Wonderland.'...
07 December, 2009,
0300 hours. Date and time.
Please, begin.
I was walking to my car,
This homeless man ambushed me.
Not joking. Don't laugh.
My day was already dipping,
But then this hefty body smothered me.
He sssslured, "You're looking thin, Jack!"
I chuckle. My name is Charlie.
But, he must be mad. Bless his head.
I thank him - don't ask why.
Five dollars in his pocket,
And I walk on,
Whistle a song on the radio.
It might have been 'Winter Wonderland.'...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 6:27pm
2nd Dec 2009 6:27pm
Abuse in E Minor.
The door slams a cymbal, you plie inside,
With each pirouette you embelish your snide,
Such dagger-like teeth dress a sarcastic scowl,
And so starts our dancing. We kiss and I bow.
I'm counting the steps while you count my mistakes,
Your feet pound the floor and my eyes dress the quakes,
The maestro taps clefs to embelish the beat,
His hand on my face, I am swept from my feet.
This beautiful dance it corrodes at our spines,
My flat notes rebel against manuscript lines,
You're playing the matyr who dies for his art,
Then kicking and...
With each pirouette you embelish your snide,
Such dagger-like teeth dress a sarcastic scowl,
And so starts our dancing. We kiss and I bow.
I'm counting the steps while you count my mistakes,
Your feet pound the floor and my eyes dress the quakes,
The maestro taps clefs to embelish the beat,
His hand on my face, I am swept from my feet.
This beautiful dance it corrodes at our spines,
My flat notes rebel against manuscript lines,
You're playing the matyr who dies for his art,
Then kicking and...
#relationships
#conflict
#abuse
1370 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2009 00:04am
1st Dec 2009 00:04am
Get out of my head.
Robin, you are my shot in the dark.
Hooded wonder, handsome Archer,
Take this bow and arrow, please?
I want to see you bend the light,
Confront the target dead at night.
My canines sharpen any arrow,
Crook's spine, impressive arch,
My hair. Spun. This is a weapon.
My contest? Just count the losses.
Cunning fox, I've got your crosses!
Where's the Friar with the fruit?
I miss his fire, struck him dumb.
Trust the air; aim downwards. Blunt.
You're the apple of my eye,
Oh.
Sweet acerbic suicide.
Hooded wonder, handsome Archer,
Take this bow and arrow, please?
I want to see you bend the light,
Confront the target dead at night.
My canines sharpen any arrow,
Crook's spine, impressive arch,
My hair. Spun. This is a weapon.
My contest? Just count the losses.
Cunning fox, I've got your crosses!
Where's the Friar with the fruit?
I miss his fire, struck him dumb.
Trust the air; aim downwards. Blunt.
You're the apple of my eye,
Oh.
Sweet acerbic suicide.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2009 10:08pm
23rd Nov 2009 10:08pm
Rapture.
I'm not Jesus,
Mother, God,
Drop the bones.
I'm coming home!
Can you hear me, Father please!
Don't try to calm this hand.
I feign
Insane
So they're unsafe
Within your 'Promised Land'.
Bastard boy, you aren't so fun!
Humans will never care,
Though still
You kill
To fill the void
That threw you from the air.
Am I angry? God, Hell yes!
You put me at the top,
To hail?
I fail
To understand why
I'm the one who dropped.
I'm not evil - just a man
Who's earning his respect.
I work;...
Mother, God,
Drop the bones.
I'm coming home!
Can you hear me, Father please!
Don't try to calm this hand.
I feign
Insane
So they're unsafe
Within your 'Promised Land'.
Bastard boy, you aren't so fun!
Humans will never care,
Though still
You kill
To fill the void
That threw you from the air.
Am I angry? God, Hell yes!
You put me at the top,
To hail?
I fail
To understand why
I'm the one who dropped.
I'm not evil - just a man
Who's earning his respect.
I work;...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2009 8:42pm
19th Nov 2009 8:42pm
The Heroin(e).
Lover, what foil will be of my shine?
I have on me dragons that chase me
-- divine,
Oh what burning passion does bounce from my eyes?
A new open glory. A limp. A surprise.
I kiss this pearl sheet with my eyes (heavy glint)
For me, I seek comfort in light
-- in a splint.
A hug from the air that sends me to hell,
The colours that trick me
-- a chemical spell.
Here I am, Horror, come catch me with hands
That rip me to pieces and send me,
to lands
Of far out...
I have on me dragons that chase me
-- divine,
Oh what burning passion does bounce from my eyes?
A new open glory. A limp. A surprise.
I kiss this pearl sheet with my eyes (heavy glint)
For me, I seek comfort in light
-- in a splint.
A hug from the air that sends me to hell,
The colours that trick me
-- a chemical spell.
Here I am, Horror, come catch me with hands
That rip me to pieces and send me,
to lands
Of far out...
904 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2009 7:55pm
15th Nov 2009 7:55pm
Welcome, recruits! [Revised, revisited, corrected.]
This is how we do it
Down in Sesame Street.
We take the children,
Feed them gold,
And hope they will repeat:
Big Bird, feathers bright,
Growing with the sun,
Can you count, 1, 2, 3?
You make it seem so fun.
We take the brightest brains
For spreading the disease.
The parents find us,
Bow their heads,
We bring them to their knees:
Big Bird, feathers bright,...
Down in Sesame Street.
We take the children,
Feed them gold,
And hope they will repeat:
Big Bird, feathers bright,
Growing with the sun,
Can you count, 1, 2, 3?
You make it seem so fun.
We take the brightest brains
For spreading the disease.
The parents find us,
Bow their heads,
We bring them to their knees:
Big Bird, feathers bright,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2009 4:54pm
15th Nov 2009 4:54pm
Welcome, recruits!
This is how we do it
Down in Sesame Street.
We take the children,
Feed them gold,
And hope they will repeat:
Big Bird, feathers bright,
Growing with a hundred suns,
Can you count, 1, 2, 3?
You make it all seem so fun.
We take the brightest brains
For spreading the disease.
The parents find us,
Bow their heads,
We bring them to their knees:
Big Bird, feathers...
Down in Sesame Street.
We take the children,
Feed them gold,
And hope they will repeat:
Big Bird, feathers bright,
Growing with a hundred suns,
Can you count, 1, 2, 3?
You make it all seem so fun.
We take the brightest brains
For spreading the disease.
The parents find us,
Bow their heads,
We bring them to their knees:
Big Bird, feathers...
738 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2009 11:38pm
13th Nov 2009 11:38pm
Standard Cut Diamond.
I cry a new smile that I wish to remember,
And know how I must paint the sky,
With a journal of honey from the pads of embrace.
And with a sigh of ecstasy - ah - I file,
Consuming my arm with sapphire indignity
Licked on by rubies sharpened with disguises.
I only feel the stars that fall from my hands,
Embossing my fingerprints with precision,
Reminding me I can still touch hearts.
And now the mighty fall from their grace,
The eyes that glint at me from the ground,
This is the future I have dripped for myself.
The subtle...
And know how I must paint the sky,
With a journal of honey from the pads of embrace.
And with a sigh of ecstasy - ah - I file,
Consuming my arm with sapphire indignity
Licked on by rubies sharpened with disguises.
I only feel the stars that fall from my hands,
Embossing my fingerprints with precision,
Reminding me I can still touch hearts.
And now the mighty fall from their grace,
The eyes that glint at me from the ground,
This is the future I have dripped for myself.
The subtle...
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