Submissions by ricecake
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetic ghosts
Be, be yourself
Yourself
Spell it
AbywT you choose
RocK the
lish mint estab
Establish the third PlAne
Opioid plane
Dream in psychosis
Walk thrU
Through Empty houses
See Ghosts
Poetic ghosts
Yourself
Spell it
AbywT you choose
RocK the
lish mint estab
Establish the third PlAne
Opioid plane
Dream in psychosis
Walk thrU
Through Empty houses
See Ghosts
Poetic ghosts
696 reads
2 Comments
deAth by vomiT
Sputum entry
Right In laryn X
Listen ing to music
She no t there
I pulled into Nazaretg h
It kept spillin' down
Down doWn down
DeAth by Vomit
Why is the world
In black and white
Why is the town
Fight fiGht fight
Why is God not home
Not home tonight
Sputum entry
Right In laryn X
.
.
.
.....death by Vomit
Right In laryn X
Listen ing to music
She no t there
I pulled into Nazaretg h
It kept spillin' down
Down doWn down
DeAth by Vomit
Why is the world
In black and white
Why is the town
Fight fiGht fight
Why is God not home
Not home tonight
Sputum entry
Right In laryn X
.
.
.
.....death by Vomit
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0 Comments
The chicken shop ~ dedicated to my florist Flowergirl :)
I ate a chicken sandwich
Thank the Lord for chicken
Made by a selfless chicken shop owner
Thank the Lord for chicken shop owners
Always kind to me
Thank the Lord for kindness
With a smile
Thank the Lord for smiles
I ate the sandwich in the sun
Thank you Lord for the sun
I thought of a really good friend
Lord I am grateful for my good friend
She brings me comfort and hope
Thank you Lord
She helps me cope
With flowers that she brings I now see
The Good Lord now brings to me
Thank the Lord for chicken
Made by a selfless chicken shop owner
Thank the Lord for chicken shop owners
Always kind to me
Thank the Lord for kindness
With a smile
Thank the Lord for smiles
I ate the sandwich in the sun
Thank you Lord for the sun
I thought of a really good friend
Lord I am grateful for my good friend
She brings me comfort and hope
Thank you Lord
She helps me cope
With flowers that she brings I now see
The Good Lord now brings to me
850 reads
2 Comments
The drowning
The drowning
People walk along these streets
Strutting and dog walking, walking
The white surf crashes, crashes beside
Beside them, this life is very attractive
Then the truth is out there
In the far off deep ocean
Where the drowning occurs
All the bodies swishing and
All the souls sitting
Watching the drowning
White and pink flowers
Beside coffee tables
And prams
The big rock unmoved
By the crashing
Crashing waves
And then lined up
Pram pusher
Twenty five and child fourteen...
People walk along these streets
Strutting and dog walking, walking
The white surf crashes, crashes beside
Beside them, this life is very attractive
Then the truth is out there
In the far off deep ocean
Where the drowning occurs
All the bodies swishing and
All the souls sitting
Watching the drowning
White and pink flowers
Beside coffee tables
And prams
The big rock unmoved
By the crashing
Crashing waves
And then lined up
Pram pusher
Twenty five and child fourteen...
642 reads
0 Comments
The laughter of evil - story of an African boy
The laughter of evil - story of an African boy
I, who have woken hungry
Beaten by poverty
Sent to a distant land
By parents who cannot feed
I am a slave
Working for survival
In my grey cloth
Tell me where is
Where is our God
Blood marks this entire body
From the beatings and whips
This back is no longer a canvas
But a trainline holding a wreck
Cutting like sugarcane
Beaten by the sun
Struck by the Black Mamba
Red like the earth I ask
Where is our God
I have no voice
For I am voiceless...
I, who have woken hungry
Beaten by poverty
Sent to a distant land
By parents who cannot feed
I am a slave
Working for survival
In my grey cloth
Tell me where is
Where is our God
Blood marks this entire body
From the beatings and whips
This back is no longer a canvas
But a trainline holding a wreck
Cutting like sugarcane
Beaten by the sun
Struck by the Black Mamba
Red like the earth I ask
Where is our God
I have no voice
For I am voiceless...
723 reads
2 Comments
The end of poetry
The cat beneath my feet
Lays like a mat
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
Grandma cooked soup
Chicken soup of course
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
North Korea has the bomb
The south are reluctant to attack
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
He reads the signs and turns his back
At times not making a single dime
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near
He shakes his fist to his God
Plays his...
Lays like a mat
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
Grandma cooked soup
Chicken soup of course
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
North Korea has the bomb
The south are reluctant to attack
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
He reads the signs and turns his back
At times not making a single dime
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near
He shakes his fist to his God
Plays his...
901 reads
11 Comments
The poet's cross
The Poets' Cross
Poets stand tall, stand together
On your journey upwards
Proud of words
Long live words
These are the words
Of hearts and spades
That dig up gardens
Cutting the worms
You were five cutting up worms
Now you're 25 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 45 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 65 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Jesus died on a cross for words
You'll be crucified for your words
You'll be tried and convicted and
Evicted after the stoning...
Poets stand tall, stand together
On your journey upwards
Proud of words
Long live words
These are the words
Of hearts and spades
That dig up gardens
Cutting the worms
You were five cutting up worms
Now you're 25 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 45 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Now you're 65 cutting up words
Worms words worms words
Jesus died on a cross for words
You'll be crucified for your words
You'll be tried and convicted and
Evicted after the stoning...
843 reads
7 Comments
The arms of God
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He maketh me fall down
Placed rocks on the pathway
So that I could trip and fall
Tumbling all the way to the bottom
Where I lay cut and blood drenched
Alone in the crevasse
These days and nights
Thirst and hunger upon me
I arose and sought shelter
Then in a dream
A ghost and spirit
shouted out to me
"you who are hurt come forth"
And I did, I went forth
Into the arms of God
I shall not want
He maketh me fall down
Placed rocks on the pathway
So that I could trip and fall
Tumbling all the way to the bottom
Where I lay cut and blood drenched
Alone in the crevasse
These days and nights
Thirst and hunger upon me
I arose and sought shelter
Then in a dream
A ghost and spirit
shouted out to me
"you who are hurt come forth"
And I did, I went forth
Into the arms of God
853 reads
4 Comments
The floor of death
I am a sufferer
I am in a hot oven
There is
sweat in each pore
I am afraid to breathe
Having tasted gas
These eyes are shut tight
And my mouth pursed
As I wheeze
my first memory emerges
A child in a cradle
Bashed and beaten
At the last minute
The oven is opened
And I fall out onto
The floor of death
I am in a hot oven
There is
sweat in each pore
I am afraid to breathe
Having tasted gas
These eyes are shut tight
And my mouth pursed
As I wheeze
my first memory emerges
A child in a cradle
Bashed and beaten
At the last minute
The oven is opened
And I fall out onto
The floor of death
787 reads
6 Comments
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