Submissions by ruedabeyga
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Sep 2018 4:54am
29th Sep 2018 4:54am
diosa
greenskeepers, beware!
she's
too damn beautiful.
seriously,
lock the greenhouse up.
keep her far away
from all your budding gardens;
'cause roses, tulips,
dahlias -
they'd all be too ashamed
to bloom
in the prescence
of her
nature's blush
and mosh-posh beauty.
she's
too damn beautiful.
seriously,
lock the greenhouse up.
keep her far away
from all your budding gardens;
'cause roses, tulips,
dahlias -
they'd all be too ashamed
to bloom
in the prescence
of her
nature's blush
and mosh-posh beauty.
#love
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#FallingInLove
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 3:43am
26th Sep 2018 3:43am
feel good lost (reprise)
'o' earth, what changes hast thou seen?
there where the long street roars hath been
the stillness of the central sea—
the hills are shadows, and they flow
from form to form, and nothing stands...
like clouds, they shape themselves and go.''
(a ghost in my coffee,
there's a goddamn
ghost in my coffee,)
a ripple in the air,
a thrum in my chest,
and black birds right outside
the patio door,
silence is screaming,
in my braincase,
silver diving bells sinking, ...
there where the long street roars hath been
the stillness of the central sea—
the hills are shadows, and they flow
from form to form, and nothing stands...
like clouds, they shape themselves and go.''
(a ghost in my coffee,
there's a goddamn
ghost in my coffee,)
a ripple in the air,
a thrum in my chest,
and black birds right outside
the patio door,
silence is screaming,
in my braincase,
silver diving bells sinking, ...
#depression
#dark
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#boredom
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 3:19am
26th Sep 2018 3:19am
nuclear orgasms
red wolves poised in glowing
rows outside my windows,
crow caws, violent flaps
within the ponds -
the pavememt moans.
an off-white wall,
her faded frame, a
gaunt ghost pinned,
the third drawer down has medicine;
and i bet the devil my head
before bed--both heads.
time slows when she comes in,
cavernous psalms swing from her lips -
the floorboard moans.
drooling tremors, emptied space -
we shriek in prose, breathing rhymeless
in archaic wombs -
...
rows outside my windows,
crow caws, violent flaps
within the ponds -
the pavememt moans.
an off-white wall,
her faded frame, a
gaunt ghost pinned,
the third drawer down has medicine;
and i bet the devil my head
before bed--both heads.
time slows when she comes in,
cavernous psalms swing from her lips -
the floorboard moans.
drooling tremors, emptied space -
we shriek in prose, breathing rhymeless
in archaic wombs -
...
#love
#dark
#sex
#war
#addiction
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SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Sep 2018 8:22am
21st Sep 2018 8:22am
sonya's garden
i.
she sails seas with no buoyancy¿
/
\
picture a little rowing boat
at the bottom of a massive crater,
trudging along, barely
scraping through the dirt,
a damsel toiling,
and on a hot summer day no less,
so of course he can't help but
come along and yell,
"for fucks sake, here, have some water!"
right before he makes it rain.
ii.
precious node,
something fresh
and clean and pure,
like a breath of all
the air...
she sails seas with no buoyancy¿
/
\
picture a little rowing boat
at the bottom of a massive crater,
trudging along, barely
scraping through the dirt,
a damsel toiling,
and on a hot summer day no less,
so of course he can't help but
come along and yell,
"for fucks sake, here, have some water!"
right before he makes it rain.
ii.
precious node,
something fresh
and clean and pure,
like a breath of all
the air...
#happiness
#beauty
#inspirational
#gratitude
#crush
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Sep 2018 8:36pm
19th Sep 2018 8:36pm
she drove through ghosts to get here
i.
i built an opera house on bones and salt,
in a jungle, deep in no man's land
for you;
beasts flood the seats in droves.
the air turns thick and heavy, icy.
my shadow points at the stars - orbs
robbing orbs--feverish hiccups in spades
as i wait.
*
i'm centerstage - face in red velvet,
running from a shark in the sand,
a stick of dynamite in my hand
for when i sing the perish song.
my eyes shut, braincase in disarray -
the curtains close and gel illuminates
the...
i built an opera house on bones and salt,
in a jungle, deep in no man's land
for you;
beasts flood the seats in droves.
the air turns thick and heavy, icy.
my shadow points at the stars - orbs
robbing orbs--feverish hiccups in spades
as i wait.
*
i'm centerstage - face in red velvet,
running from a shark in the sand,
a stick of dynamite in my hand
for when i sing the perish song.
my eyes shut, braincase in disarray -
the curtains close and gel illuminates
the...
#love
#dark
#animals
#PopCulture
#art
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Sep 2018 8:35pm
19th Sep 2018 8:35pm
miss fortune
part 1: deluge and bones
ha! and i had hopes
for a better ending,
but no one built an ark.
homestar hides behind
smoke plumes and
blankets of ash; heaven's
floodgates flung wide open -
suburbias swallowed whole.
i climb onto my roof
and watch the earth -
watch god piss buckets
and wonder,
how much water can fit under the sky?
i wave to my inamorata,
who's on a roof not far from me.
she flicks me off.
i hold up a glass of rum
and take a puff, and close my eyes. ...
ha! and i had hopes
for a better ending,
but no one built an ark.
homestar hides behind
smoke plumes and
blankets of ash; heaven's
floodgates flung wide open -
suburbias swallowed whole.
i climb onto my roof
and watch the earth -
watch god piss buckets
and wonder,
how much water can fit under the sky?
i wave to my inamorata,
who's on a roof not far from me.
she flicks me off.
i hold up a glass of rum
and take a puff, and close my eyes. ...
#women
#rain
#storm
#music
#dance
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2018 11:25am
19th Sep 2018 11:25am
buzz buzz (a guide to making lemonade)
what to do:
look God straight in the eyes
as you hop atop a pair of golden arcs,
splurging on low-cost pleasures.
catch yourself a ride to an antique shop,
on some glowing, orange beast,
and buy every knick-knack
or trinket that it shoves its face in.
explore the Milky Way under self-inflicted
deprivation of the senses.
trip over every construct, and laugh
on the way down. bully all the Martians,
insist that Mars is the...
look God straight in the eyes
as you hop atop a pair of golden arcs,
splurging on low-cost pleasures.
catch yourself a ride to an antique shop,
on some glowing, orange beast,
and buy every knick-knack
or trinket that it shoves its face in.
explore the Milky Way under self-inflicted
deprivation of the senses.
trip over every construct, and laugh
on the way down. bully all the Martians,
insist that Mars is the...
#happiness
#hope
#sun
#prose
#mythology
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Sep 2018 11:02am
19th Sep 2018 11:02am
clusterf**ker musings
i want to make movies in the 1930's
and metamorph into a stegosaurus,
or a spoon! to be a pelican devouring
every sea, or the first man to walk
on Saturn's ring.
i want to surf on cupid's arrow, to be the dying bee dancing drunkenly in some
ludicrous cartoon. to be a mordern Poe,
an Arthur Gordon Pym, whose voice
is bellowing heard in the depths, whose
company is milk and tea with honey.
i want to donate all my bone marrow
and make a key out...
and metamorph into a stegosaurus,
or a spoon! to be a pelican devouring
every sea, or the first man to walk
on Saturn's ring.
i want to surf on cupid's arrow, to be the dying bee dancing drunkenly in some
ludicrous cartoon. to be a mordern Poe,
an Arthur Gordon Pym, whose voice
is bellowing heard in the depths, whose
company is milk and tea with honey.
i want to donate all my bone marrow
and make a key out...
#conflict
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 10:43pm
18th Sep 2018 10:43pm
red geranium // break blossom
i am frozen here, in awe,
as the blues move silent
through my skull, and you
paint the whole world red -
i dare not question this.
oh, red geranium,
how sweet you are.
you're bound to me, and
winter, warmed by
red cacophonies - the
angels swarm, there
where the milk of your eye
meets the frosted ground.
//
regret, black paint,
white dust,
i watch
as you shrivel up
and break away, ...
as the blues move silent
through my skull, and you
paint the whole world red -
i dare not question this.
oh, red geranium,
how sweet you are.
you're bound to me, and
winter, warmed by
red cacophonies - the
angels swarm, there
where the milk of your eye
meets the frosted ground.
//
regret, black paint,
white dust,
i watch
as you shrivel up
and break away, ...
#love
#flowers
#storm
#nature
#LifeChangingMoment
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 10:22pm
18th Sep 2018 10:22pm
wipeout
left hollow mountains for the bluffs,
the boardwalk and the sea,
made a paper boat,
sent it off to end the world
and save her,
forever in a daze,
feet stuck in the muck,
quicksand, a happy song
on the boardwalk,
and i'm smoking wine, so
i defy you, stars.
*
eating dark shapes till
there aren't enough left
for plenty of fish in the sea
to make sense,
i dive deep for her,
till i'm faded,
till the bubbles stop,
till...
the boardwalk and the sea,
made a paper boat,
sent it off to end the world
and save her,
forever in a daze,
feet stuck in the muck,
quicksand, a happy song
on the boardwalk,
and i'm smoking wine, so
i defy you, stars.
*
eating dark shapes till
there aren't enough left
for plenty of fish in the sea
to make sense,
i dive deep for her,
till i'm faded,
till the bubbles stop,
till...
#love
#depression
#breakup
#beach
#water
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 1:04am
18th Sep 2018 1:04am
phantom brickwork
i.
fuck...
there's just not enough paper, love -
not enough memes, ink,
or nicotine
to stall the thrum
lodged behind my ribs...
fuck!
there's just not enough time,
not enough coins
and dreams
to steal away the night -
not enough alcohol or rain
to flood the sanctum
wherein lies
my memory of you.
i must have meant it when i said
"forever"
ii.
i lay these bricks
in perfect lines
around an...
fuck...
there's just not enough paper, love -
not enough memes, ink,
or nicotine
to stall the thrum
lodged behind my ribs...
fuck!
there's just not enough time,
not enough coins
and dreams
to steal away the night -
not enough alcohol or rain
to flood the sanctum
wherein lies
my memory of you.
i must have meant it when i said
"forever"
ii.
i lay these bricks
in perfect lines
around an...
#sadness
#love
#depression
#dark
#breakup
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2018 00:37am
18th Sep 2018 00:37am
midnight sessions
#love
#depression
#dark
#night
#memories
476 reads
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