Submissions by rowantree
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
they/them/theirs. Polyamorous, proud, patient power. Love and joy and journals and the journey! Which IS the destination.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2015 6:15pm
13th Sep 2015 6:15pm
Serpent
Someone should
let a snake
through eternal life.
It would hiss
at a god, right under his knife,
whereas we
(gratefully)
would entreat to the steel -
no complaint
or restraint;
we could paint our own deal
in our favor, in blindness
to whether we gain -
whether what we're
receiving
is pleasure
or pain -
we can mask, hide, and wrap
things
in nine different ways;
we can shove them in bibles
or mute them with tape
over lips
in a silver
as quiet as rain.
But, when shown to the door
of the...
let a snake
through eternal life.
It would hiss
at a god, right under his knife,
whereas we
(gratefully)
would entreat to the steel -
no complaint
or restraint;
we could paint our own deal
in our favor, in blindness
to whether we gain -
whether what we're
receiving
is pleasure
or pain -
we can mask, hide, and wrap
things
in nine different ways;
we can shove them in bibles
or mute them with tape
over lips
in a silver
as quiet as rain.
But, when shown to the door
of the...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2015 00:33am
11th Sep 2015 00:33am
Tower.
You can ride life
like a tower
that holds
you high
with the night in your hair.
You can drink in
every hour
and breathe
and sing
to the infinite air.
If ever you lean
on the railing,
remain
resolute -
lock a foot somewhere sound;
letting lights call you down
is an option,
but how
will you witness them all from the ground?
~
Age when written: 16
like a tower
that holds
you high
with the night in your hair.
You can drink in
every hour
and breathe
and sing
to the infinite air.
If ever you lean
on the railing,
remain
resolute -
lock a foot somewhere sound;
letting lights call you down
is an option,
but how
will you witness them all from the ground?
~
Age when written: 16
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 4:54pm
6th Sep 2015 4:54pm
How to Know It's Too Late
When you see yourself through her -
all that sweaty, nervous fumbling -
when you watch yourself drop words
that leave your lips in bouts of tumbling;
when you see your hands through hair
and hear you choking on the air
as if she's too much to bear
or a heaven, and you're stumbling
over rungs of Jacob's ladder
and your feet are kicking clouds
in the atmosphere she's shattered -
there's no chance of coming down.
~
Age when written: 16
all that sweaty, nervous fumbling -
when you watch yourself drop words
that leave your lips in bouts of tumbling;
when you see your hands through hair
and hear you choking on the air
as if she's too much to bear
or a heaven, and you're stumbling
over rungs of Jacob's ladder
and your feet are kicking clouds
in the atmosphere she's shattered -
there's no chance of coming down.
~
Age when written: 16
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3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 4:46pm
6th Sep 2015 4:46pm
The Street Sleeps Heavy
I think
all I'll ever really need
is summer air through the window
of that death trap you call a truck.
It was like the half-moon dipped us in blue
and threw us in there for the hell of it.
All I know I'll long for
is wearing nothing but my favorite jacket,
my legs bent while I rest on front-seat leather,
listening to you talk about politics.
All I don't want to live without
is seeing the cherry of your cigarette glow
and watching you breathe smoke
into the sound little night
I would have been proud to call home.
...
all I'll ever really need
is summer air through the window
of that death trap you call a truck.
It was like the half-moon dipped us in blue
and threw us in there for the hell of it.
All I know I'll long for
is wearing nothing but my favorite jacket,
my legs bent while I rest on front-seat leather,
listening to you talk about politics.
All I don't want to live without
is seeing the cherry of your cigarette glow
and watching you breathe smoke
into the sound little night
I would have been proud to call home.
...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 3:47am
27th Aug 2015 3:47am
To Shout at the Sky
Skylight, shake me,
daylight, take me,
rhythm, break and bend;
Seconds, wear me,
minutes, scare me -
hours, tear and blend:
Fear, exalt me,
hear and halt me;
hold me till the end -
kiss me sweetly,
slice me neatly -
leave me here to mend.
daylight, take me,
rhythm, break and bend;
Seconds, wear me,
minutes, scare me -
hours, tear and blend:
Fear, exalt me,
hear and halt me;
hold me till the end -
kiss me sweetly,
slice me neatly -
leave me here to mend.
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6 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Aug 2015 3:02am
27th Aug 2015 3:02am
Morning After (song)
You're even gorgeous in your sleep.
Do you dream; do you dream of me?
You like the way I kiss your cheek
just right - I can't wait till tonight and
my hands on ya, my plans for ya;
I'm gonna make it rain sideways baby -
No one around, can't stop us now,
let's slow this down
because we got all night;
our hands are king;
we'll set the heavens alight
while the angels sing
and by the end of tonight
the stone will crumble,
we will dance, the sky will rumble:
I wanna touch you till the...
Do you dream; do you dream of me?
You like the way I kiss your cheek
just right - I can't wait till tonight and
my hands on ya, my plans for ya;
I'm gonna make it rain sideways baby -
No one around, can't stop us now,
let's slow this down
because we got all night;
our hands are king;
we'll set the heavens alight
while the angels sing
and by the end of tonight
the stone will crumble,
we will dance, the sky will rumble:
I wanna touch you till the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 2:58am
15th Aug 2015 2:58am
White Knuckles
entry for the "get it all out" competition*
~
Every string that wove
me -
every little
knot -
is pulsing
in a pattern -
healthy,
hungry,
filthy,
hot -
the cells in me that think
themselves
so worthy of the
word -
the me, the I; we beg and
rhyme
and
grope
you
through
the
earth.
No want can
change
the miles that
shove
themselves between us
two -
I'd scream to make the sky
shake...
~
Every string that wove
me -
every little
knot -
is pulsing
in a pattern -
healthy,
hungry,
filthy,
hot -
the cells in me that think
themselves
so worthy of the
word -
the me, the I; we beg and
rhyme
and
grope
you
through
the
earth.
No want can
change
the miles that
shove
themselves between us
two -
I'd scream to make the sky
shake...
950 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 2:13am
15th Aug 2015 2:13am
Bueller
(inspired by the movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off)
*entry for poem about a movie competition*
~
Carry your youth
as it ends
in the back of the car
with your friends.
You may notice it
wither and die,
give it more
than regret or a sigh -
give it love,
give it freedom and fun,
dodge a bullet
or grab it and run.
He let red through the window
to smash,
turned his father's remains
with a crash -
I rest easy
just knowing he's free,
but that car died
with...
*entry for poem about a movie competition*
~
Carry your youth
as it ends
in the back of the car
with your friends.
You may notice it
wither and die,
give it more
than regret or a sigh -
give it love,
give it freedom and fun,
dodge a bullet
or grab it and run.
He let red through the window
to smash,
turned his father's remains
with a crash -
I rest easy
just knowing he's free,
but that car died
with...
743 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Aug 2015 6:53pm
11th Aug 2015 6:53pm
I Sent Him to Iceland (song)
Number thirty three
Step forward, please
Let me help you stick the needle in your arm
Here we cake it on
Leave you feeling strong
We pretend to be embarrassed by our scars
She don't notice you
It's just high school
Everybody's got their heads in the ground
In the middle row
My little baritone
I was high on you but now I'm coming down
Mm, baby when
I am done, I'll tell them that
(chorus)
I sent him to Iceland
His lies should keep him cold
The fire I thought I felt is gone
He can come back when he's buried...
Step forward, please
Let me help you stick the needle in your arm
Here we cake it on
Leave you feeling strong
We pretend to be embarrassed by our scars
She don't notice you
It's just high school
Everybody's got their heads in the ground
In the middle row
My little baritone
I was high on you but now I'm coming down
Mm, baby when
I am done, I'll tell them that
(chorus)
I sent him to Iceland
His lies should keep him cold
The fire I thought I felt is gone
He can come back when he's buried...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 4:37pm
11th Aug 2015 4:37pm
Masks
Entry for "Audio gaga (strikes back)" mask themed comp*
~
People say you cannot tell
behind a face, if darkness dwells -
this I know, for darkness hides
and masks can change a stranger's eyes.
Some are broken, all are grand;
some suggest and some demand
an evening drink or midnight snack,
a flutter or a heart attack -
some have teeth that warn of claws;
some would simply give you pause.
Some are spiced with shades of gray
that hide their words and voice away
in perfect curves and pretty things
and feathers from...
~
People say you cannot tell
behind a face, if darkness dwells -
this I know, for darkness hides
and masks can change a stranger's eyes.
Some are broken, all are grand;
some suggest and some demand
an evening drink or midnight snack,
a flutter or a heart attack -
some have teeth that warn of claws;
some would simply give you pause.
Some are spiced with shades of gray
that hide their words and voice away
in perfect curves and pretty things
and feathers from...
749 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Aug 2015 11:16pm
10th Aug 2015 11:16pm
Put Me Down (song)
First it was breathing
easy as in, and through
Now you got me seething
Yeah, I care so much my face is blue
So you know what you're doing
I'm just another routine
In the bed, yeah you own me
But in the streets
I ride free
(chorus)
and you don't wanna try to tie me down
Kid, I only like that in the sheets
You got bullets in my head and the blood is brown
Put me down . . .
You can dream . . .
Of holding me
Yeah, I know that you need it
I left you hungry for another taste
but to sit and...
easy as in, and through
Now you got me seething
Yeah, I care so much my face is blue
So you know what you're doing
I'm just another routine
In the bed, yeah you own me
But in the streets
I ride free
(chorus)
and you don't wanna try to tie me down
Kid, I only like that in the sheets
You got bullets in my head and the blood is brown
Put me down . . .
You can dream . . .
Of holding me
Yeah, I know that you need it
I left you hungry for another taste
but to sit and...
991 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 9:36pm
10th Aug 2015 9:36pm
Forgetting
For one terrifying moment, I forgot
the smell of you.
Just one moment - but enough to make
my mind rewind, my body shake -
I couldn't find your skin in my memory.
For just a heartbeat, I felt dead,
arms pinwheeling over edge -
you aren't good or even great
and wanting you's a big mistake -
and you're in love, and so am I
(or will be, some October night) -
But
mine, as you know already, is a home plate.
I keep my foot there
every day,
but when the ball goes to sleep
I run the bases. ...
the smell of you.
Just one moment - but enough to make
my mind rewind, my body shake -
I couldn't find your skin in my memory.
For just a heartbeat, I felt dead,
arms pinwheeling over edge -
you aren't good or even great
and wanting you's a big mistake -
and you're in love, and so am I
(or will be, some October night) -
But
mine, as you know already, is a home plate.
I keep my foot there
every day,
but when the ball goes to sleep
I run the bases. ...
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2 Comments
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