Submissions by rainbow_sunshine (Wendy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My goal: be worthy of the attentive ear and open mind
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2011 6:01pm
2nd Mar 2011 6:01pm
When I Grow Up
I want to be a traveling poet
I know for sure
that when the wind blows
my toes itch with fervor for movement
and the momentum comes
from never knowing
where I might land
or what home
might become my own
As a daughter of the stars
I remain tightly cast in a web
of not quite reality
spaced out but content
to float on by
exchange a rhyme or two
and wonder why
anyone spends their nine to five
another way
I know for sure
that when the wind blows
my toes itch with fervor for movement
and the momentum comes
from never knowing
where I might land
or what home
might become my own
As a daughter of the stars
I remain tightly cast in a web
of not quite reality
spaced out but content
to float on by
exchange a rhyme or two
and wonder why
anyone spends their nine to five
another way
858 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 7:26pm
1st Mar 2011 7:26pm
techno
I feel the beat in my feet
the bass line
down low
it's a raucous rhapsody
that dictates
the flow
hard grimy noises
have captured
my mind
my body twitches and twirls
in the spaces
I find
in a far away place
where the music
is one
with the vibrations
and heart beats
of everyone
the bass line
down low
it's a raucous rhapsody
that dictates
the flow
hard grimy noises
have captured
my mind
my body twitches and twirls
in the spaces
I find
in a far away place
where the music
is one
with the vibrations
and heart beats
of everyone
737 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 7:47am
1st Mar 2011 7:47am
Silly boys, I don't know why I try(revised)
He had too much grief
to be compatible
although our 'love'
was theoretical
so long as emotions
never got involved
lust and eagerness
meant problems solved
I tried to feed Him sunshine
and constant admiration
He treated me to music sex
and wonderful inspiration
but in the end His puppy eyes
remained far too dismayed
past the point of caring
if I left or if I stayed
time has healed the gouges
that you've left deep in my...
to be compatible
although our 'love'
was theoretical
so long as emotions
never got involved
lust and eagerness
meant problems solved
I tried to feed Him sunshine
and constant admiration
He treated me to music sex
and wonderful inspiration
but in the end His puppy eyes
remained far too dismayed
past the point of caring
if I left or if I stayed
time has healed the gouges
that you've left deep in my...
743 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2011 6:25am
27th Feb 2011 6:25am
I am not
Functional, focused and
coherent;
rude and rowdy
billigerent
bossy,
basic
and indifferent
sober clean
uninspired
spent,
aware of all the ways
my mind
can bend.
coherent;
rude and rowdy
billigerent
bossy,
basic
and indifferent
sober clean
uninspired
spent,
aware of all the ways
my mind
can bend.
695 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2011 7:33pm
26th Feb 2011 7:33pm
The Colour Brown
It is a molten earthy comfort
I regress to
when the rest of it
feels much to vibrant
to absorb.
I envelop my mind
in the soothing tones
of tangled roots
growing deep within
my consciousness.
I can not explain it
why I see this shade
each time I close my eyes
but it inspires me to smile
to laugh
to yearn for saturation
of this hue.
Although my brush has blended
many colours
my deepest inclination
is for brown.
I regress to
when the rest of it
feels much to vibrant
to absorb.
I envelop my mind
in the soothing tones
of tangled roots
growing deep within
my consciousness.
I can not explain it
why I see this shade
each time I close my eyes
but it inspires me to smile
to laugh
to yearn for saturation
of this hue.
Although my brush has blended
many colours
my deepest inclination
is for brown.
697 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2011 5:43am
23rd Feb 2011 5:43am
Perspectives and perceptions you proposed could be real
Machiavellian thoughts of manipulation-
I deceived my mind with rose tinted glasses.
Was her vibrant visage ever more
than a figment of my imagination?
I wish to never wake
when this fantasy I've contrived
could become more real
than anything I've felt
since wearing my rose tinted glasses.
I deceived my mind with rose tinted glasses.
Was her vibrant visage ever more
than a figment of my imagination?
I wish to never wake
when this fantasy I've contrived
could become more real
than anything I've felt
since wearing my rose tinted glasses.
640 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2011 11:02pm
21st Feb 2011 11:02pm
Top Speed
Days enhanced with adventures enjoyed
by children of the dark,
lend to nights spent dropping
this or that
on tongues attatched to brains too blitzed,
to understand the difference
between dreaming
and an action plan
our only plan
was to never quit going
top speed
by children of the dark,
lend to nights spent dropping
this or that
on tongues attatched to brains too blitzed,
to understand the difference
between dreaming
and an action plan
our only plan
was to never quit going
top speed
955 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Feb 2011 7:43am
21st Feb 2011 7:43am
Double you, and only some of me
The world will wait for no one
what can one women do
but twist her words with wisdom
and wonder,
if anyone was listening.
observe the way
whispers turn to whirlwinds
when we miss the point.
please.wait.
while we
whisk our minds away
what can one women do
but twist her words with wisdom
and wonder,
if anyone was listening.
observe the way
whispers turn to whirlwinds
when we miss the point.
please.wait.
while we
whisk our minds away
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Feb 2011 11:01pm
19th Feb 2011 11:01pm
Strange dreams
Did you ever get to that point in your life
where there should be a screeching halt
and then run for twenty seven more miles?
You don't even realize
how tired you are
until you're passed out
in the side of a ditch
with some greasy truck driver
standing over you asking
if you need a ride
home.
The scariest part isn't even the thought
crossing your mind that you may have died
and this is hell,
It's the fact that when he asked you for directions
home
you stared blankly into the sky
and thought
the stars are as likely my...
where there should be a screeching halt
and then run for twenty seven more miles?
You don't even realize
how tired you are
until you're passed out
in the side of a ditch
with some greasy truck driver
standing over you asking
if you need a ride
home.
The scariest part isn't even the thought
crossing your mind that you may have died
and this is hell,
It's the fact that when he asked you for directions
home
you stared blankly into the sky
and thought
the stars are as likely my...
1038 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2011 7:46pm
19th Feb 2011 7:46pm
Winter blahs
Summertime blues
a yearning for sunshine
I can't swallow down
with leftover milk
the only thing left
in my fridge.
Summertime blues
a yearning for sensation
I try to swallow down
with leftover mushrooms
the only thing left
on my counter.
Summertime blues
a yearning for inspiration
I swallow down with
the leftover Jack
the only thing left
on my mind
on this cold shitty day.
a yearning for sunshine
I can't swallow down
with leftover milk
the only thing left
in my fridge.
Summertime blues
a yearning for sensation
I try to swallow down
with leftover mushrooms
the only thing left
on my counter.
Summertime blues
a yearning for inspiration
I swallow down with
the leftover Jack
the only thing left
on my mind
on this cold shitty day.
697 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2011 6:13am
16th Feb 2011 6:13am
Waiting to Trip
I feel slightly more radioactive.
It could be the acid kicking in,
but I'm ready for an adventure.
I crave a kaleidoscope departure
from reality.
The languid liquid feeling of loosing it
then SNAP back
get ready
here She comes
It could be the acid kicking in,
but I'm ready for an adventure.
I crave a kaleidoscope departure
from reality.
The languid liquid feeling of loosing it
then SNAP back
get ready
here She comes
849 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2011 6:07pm
15th Feb 2011 6:07pm
Letters
Her parchment paper lips
never lied.
Attonment made with words
I never heard her speak,
were buried deep within her pen
and notebook.
I swear
I never meant to peek
but I grew weary
waiting for the truth
when our eyes would not even linger
in fear of revealing
the words and letters our hearts hear
but lips never knew
never lied.
Attonment made with words
I never heard her speak,
were buried deep within her pen
and notebook.
I swear
I never meant to peek
but I grew weary
waiting for the truth
when our eyes would not even linger
in fear of revealing
the words and letters our hearts hear
but lips never knew
798 reads
2 Comments
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