Submissions by rbolano
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Reality (20th January 2010)
6:30am flashes as the siren wails,
Wake up,
Feeling as though sleep
Has pick pocketed your freshly pressed hanky
Leaving your mouth dry,
Eyes heavy,
And nose runny.
Is it sleep that deprives you?
That mid-REM awakening,
“Wake up! Wake up!”
Leaving you less rested
And with the need for caffeine
The last thing you remember,
Head on pillow,
Eyes closed,
Tomorrow’s itinerary
Scrawled across your paper mind,
And the thoughts “I’ll do that next week”,
“My teeth can wait ‘til the morning”…
A bursting diary,...
Wake up,
Feeling as though sleep
Has pick pocketed your freshly pressed hanky
Leaving your mouth dry,
Eyes heavy,
And nose runny.
Is it sleep that deprives you?
That mid-REM awakening,
“Wake up! Wake up!”
Leaving you less rested
And with the need for caffeine
The last thing you remember,
Head on pillow,
Eyes closed,
Tomorrow’s itinerary
Scrawled across your paper mind,
And the thoughts “I’ll do that next week”,
“My teeth can wait ‘til the morning”…
A bursting diary,...
711 reads
3 Comments
Purgatory (20th January 2010)
The door waits,
Lulling you into that false sense of solitude,
Aside rhythmic tapping echoed within a heartbeat,
Then swing - thud...
Shadow, do you feel that sense of urgency?
Pounding drum,
Racing footsteps,
Are they mine?
Are they yours?
Quickened pace,
Scarlet fever washing over me
Run
The once deserted lane
Looks the same from both sides,
Arm outstretched urging carcass to follow
Push through the door,
Turn to look at...
Solitude
And the door waits.
Lulling you into that false sense of solitude,
Aside rhythmic tapping echoed within a heartbeat,
Then swing - thud...
Shadow, do you feel that sense of urgency?
Pounding drum,
Racing footsteps,
Are they mine?
Are they yours?
Quickened pace,
Scarlet fever washing over me
Run
The once deserted lane
Looks the same from both sides,
Arm outstretched urging carcass to follow
Push through the door,
Turn to look at...
Solitude
And the door waits.
747 reads
1 Comment
Equilibrium (15th January 2010)
Here,
This place,
Full of joy,
Thirst quenching summer showers,
Loves young dream,
The child with the latest game,
The author flicking through his newly published book,
The adrenaline pumping through the veins of the finder of that First Edition at Oxfam
There,
That place,
Filled with sorrow,
Suffocated with a wet flannel,
Unrequited love,
Unwrapping that eBay gem to discover the seller’s deceit,
Writers block,
The blood boiling wrath on seeing her serve in clothes he donated – for ‘charity’
That Newtonian...
This place,
Full of joy,
Thirst quenching summer showers,
Loves young dream,
The child with the latest game,
The author flicking through his newly published book,
The adrenaline pumping through the veins of the finder of that First Edition at Oxfam
There,
That place,
Filled with sorrow,
Suffocated with a wet flannel,
Unrequited love,
Unwrapping that eBay gem to discover the seller’s deceit,
Writers block,
The blood boiling wrath on seeing her serve in clothes he donated – for ‘charity’
That Newtonian...
740 reads
5 Comments
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