Submissions by sammy4444
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2020 00:11am
15th Apr 2020 00:11am
Unknown Title
We weave tapestries
Of the tales of our lives
With strands of Father Time's beard;
Monochrome scenes
In shades of silver light
And the darkest shadows
Of the mind at midnight.
Tell me a story;
An epic of glory
As we sing and we dance
Through the night
Making deals with devils
As we pave the endless way
With good intentions
Trying to sell our souls to gods
Whose needs
Demean our hopes and dreams
With schemes
To hold each soul alone
Under the light of their own morning...
Of the tales of our lives
With strands of Father Time's beard;
Monochrome scenes
In shades of silver light
And the darkest shadows
Of the mind at midnight.
Tell me a story;
An epic of glory
As we sing and we dance
Through the night
Making deals with devils
As we pave the endless way
With good intentions
Trying to sell our souls to gods
Whose needs
Demean our hopes and dreams
With schemes
To hold each soul alone
Under the light of their own morning...
#aging
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 1:28am
13th Apr 2020 1:28am
Hold my heart (while I cry)
Dreams bleed
Like corpses of rainbows
Streaking down contours
Rolling over curves;
The hills and valleys
Of her weathered face.
Time would tell her tale no more
Her pages spread in chaos
Scattered across the floor
He felt the most like himself
Dangling below storm clouds
A wink away from heaven
Hanging on with clenched fists
And wispy strands of floating smoke
Like trails of silken thread
(It was the only way
To escape his own head)
There was condensation on the window
And...
Like corpses of rainbows
Streaking down contours
Rolling over curves;
The hills and valleys
Of her weathered face.
Time would tell her tale no more
Her pages spread in chaos
Scattered across the floor
He felt the most like himself
Dangling below storm clouds
A wink away from heaven
Hanging on with clenched fists
And wispy strands of floating smoke
Like trails of silken thread
(It was the only way
To escape his own head)
There was condensation on the window
And...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2020 00:22am
13th Apr 2020 00:22am
Remember when
We laid on our backs
Looking up at the stars
As their light pressed softly
Against our chilled skin
And an early Autumn wind
Brushed along the edges of leaves
(And whatever was left
of Summer nights)
Spilling thoughts of frosted meadows
at dawn
Into the September air.
Looking up at the stars
As their light pressed softly
Against our chilled skin
And an early Autumn wind
Brushed along the edges of leaves
(And whatever was left
of Summer nights)
Spilling thoughts of frosted meadows
at dawn
Into the September air.
#memories
427 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 5:05am
26th Mar 2020 5:05am
Watching the sky fall
Chicken Little knew
not when, but what.
But why?
Because the sky;
even God’s own eyes
can’t hold back the storms forever
Henny Penny knew
that a penny saved is earned
and the world will sometimes burn
all around you.
But the seed;
hidden deep beneath need
may hold the someday rain in its leaves.
There is a wolf that cries like a child
Wrapped in sheep’s tattered wool
And a jagged smile
I still reach out for the walls in the aftershock
As we pause and wait
In tense city brace
For...
not when, but what.
But why?
Because the sky;
even God’s own eyes
can’t hold back the storms forever
Henny Penny knew
that a penny saved is earned
and the world will sometimes burn
all around you.
But the seed;
hidden deep beneath need
may hold the someday rain in its leaves.
There is a wolf that cries like a child
Wrapped in sheep’s tattered wool
And a jagged smile
I still reach out for the walls in the aftershock
As we pause and wait
In tense city brace
For...
#anxiety
#hope
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2020 8:21pm
9th Feb 2020 8:21pm
Daydreams (the winds have changed)
She stared into the distance
beyond my beating heart;
invisible in the forefront of her dreams
we are lost in the moments left behind
as sands of time turn ashes into dust
stripping dusty details from the surfaces
past peels the paint from the playhouse walls
without the slightest effort at all
whether the weather weathers them more
or the weight of the world pulls the walls to the floor
time tells the tale that we can't tell...
beyond my beating heart;
invisible in the forefront of her dreams
we are lost in the moments left behind
as sands of time turn ashes into dust
stripping dusty details from the surfaces
past peels the paint from the playhouse walls
without the slightest effort at all
whether the weather weathers them more
or the weight of the world pulls the walls to the floor
time tells the tale that we can't tell...
#nostalgia
438 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2019 7:59pm
29th Dec 2019 7:59pm
When
I need to learn to get over myself
so I can get over you
Live in the moment and leave the past
back in the avenues
When we were still we but before I was me
before I even had a clue
of what kind of life I’d choose.
When there’s nowhere else to move
but on
When you find yourself standing
in the light of cold dawn
When silence leaves you swallowed
in the pulse of your own heartbeat
When you’d rather listen to the sound of your footsteps
than deal with the thought of defeat
Maybe it’s finally...
so I can get over you
Live in the moment and leave the past
back in the avenues
When we were still we but before I was me
before I even had a clue
of what kind of life I’d choose.
When there’s nowhere else to move
but on
When you find yourself standing
in the light of cold dawn
When silence leaves you swallowed
in the pulse of your own heartbeat
When you’d rather listen to the sound of your footsteps
than deal with the thought of defeat
Maybe it’s finally...
#MovingOn
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2019 1:08am
22nd Dec 2019 1:08am
Untitled
I built a make-shift fortress
made of crumbling walls of plastered seams
to hold them all outside
safe from tear-stained cheeks
and screaming dreams
To keep the darkness safely cloistered
A fortress to cage the pain from spilling
all over the love I long for, untouched
I pulled the empty barrel from my mouth
Smoke swirling like candy cotton
around my frost tipped interior
Lips blue against an existential bus seat window
tracing stick figures into the starlight
Her sweet smell still stuck to my heart like taffy ...
made of crumbling walls of plastered seams
to hold them all outside
safe from tear-stained cheeks
and screaming dreams
To keep the darkness safely cloistered
A fortress to cage the pain from spilling
all over the love I long for, untouched
I pulled the empty barrel from my mouth
Smoke swirling like candy cotton
around my frost tipped interior
Lips blue against an existential bus seat window
tracing stick figures into the starlight
Her sweet smell still stuck to my heart like taffy ...
#loneliness
#memories
#nostalgia
536 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2019 6:47pm
17th Aug 2019 6:47pm
The paradigm of falling in love
It takes all kinds, it does;
The paradigm of falling in love
Like a calling from above
(That might destroy you)
There are secrets that you keep,
Recessed deep at the edges of sleep,
And they haunt you in your dreams
(Like the one where you die alone)
There is heartache
In the heartbreak
That the love makes
....when it goes
Yesterday's
Just another day
you've safely left
behind you
Tomorrow isn't real
Until it's gone
The paradigm of falling in love
Like a calling from above
(That might destroy you)
There are secrets that you keep,
Recessed deep at the edges of sleep,
And they haunt you in your dreams
(Like the one where you die alone)
There is heartache
In the heartbreak
That the love makes
....when it goes
Yesterday's
Just another day
you've safely left
behind you
Tomorrow isn't real
Until it's gone
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2019 9:49pm
7th Jul 2019 9:49pm
No Stranger Strangers
We squeeze ourselves
into each others dreams
That are often two
(or even three)
sizes too small
Or too tall
Or too “we”
(where “we” always means
“always you”
“never me”)
Walking the bottoms of our souls/soles off
Thread-bare cuffs
Dragging behind in defeat
in a pile of dusty, molten heat
Feet to the fire of reality
Finally forced to see
what we often refuse to see
Because, of course, you see:
We see the things we need to see
to believe the things we need to believe ...
into each others dreams
That are often two
(or even three)
sizes too small
Or too tall
Or too “we”
(where “we” always means
“always you”
“never me”)
Walking the bottoms of our souls/soles off
Thread-bare cuffs
Dragging behind in defeat
in a pile of dusty, molten heat
Feet to the fire of reality
Finally forced to see
what we often refuse to see
Because, of course, you see:
We see the things we need to see
to believe the things we need to believe ...
#relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 6:59pm
25th Apr 2019 6:59pm
Behind closed eyes
Silence greets the dreamer in the dead of a shadowy night
The wight lies sighing as realities collide and entire worlds die inside,
Thoughts dancing violently behind closed eyes; searching blindly
beneath slumbers restless bed, tossing and turning under fleshy sheets.
Sleep is sweet escape from the clutter of days mind rays
Crashing into pieces once released through prisms gaze
Filling up the spaces (once condensed in matters gray)
With stains of hues and birthday balloons and hopes for better days.
...
The wight lies sighing as realities collide and entire worlds die inside,
Thoughts dancing violently behind closed eyes; searching blindly
beneath slumbers restless bed, tossing and turning under fleshy sheets.
Sleep is sweet escape from the clutter of days mind rays
Crashing into pieces once released through prisms gaze
Filling up the spaces (once condensed in matters gray)
With stains of hues and birthday balloons and hopes for better days.
...
#dreams
#sleep
547 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2019 5:18pm
14th Mar 2019 5:18pm
The end of a tired dream.
Has-been
Stand-in
Ex-ex-boyfriend
Stuck in limbo:
the Heart-broken bimbo
Hung up
Wrung up
Worn too thin
to
Want to (even)
want to
(even)
Start again
To
Just
Flight away with the midnight wind
And then
Just
Full-stop.
Inhale
A New Begin
Stand-in
Ex-ex-boyfriend
Stuck in limbo:
the Heart-broken bimbo
Hung up
Wrung up
Worn too thin
to
Want to (even)
want to
(even)
Start again
To
Just
Flight away with the midnight wind
And then
Just
Full-stop.
Inhale
A New Begin
#morning
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2019 9:47am
11th Feb 2019 9:47am
Insomniac
(He) Forgot how to dream
Staring into the darkness
Left behind at the end
Of endless days/(daze)
There was nothing left of sleep
As the dead of night
Pressed his eyes
Against the silence of 2AM.
Thoughts screamed bloodshot
Through a dull cold ache
Where the heart used to beat
Hope singing sunshine into morning
Do you remember when
The crickets hummed
Like electricity through
The desert night?
When bonfires filled the floor with shadows
Stretching...
Staring into the darkness
Left behind at the end
Of endless days/(daze)
There was nothing left of sleep
As the dead of night
Pressed his eyes
Against the silence of 2AM.
Thoughts screamed bloodshot
Through a dull cold ache
Where the heart used to beat
Hope singing sunshine into morning
Do you remember when
The crickets hummed
Like electricity through
The desert night?
When bonfires filled the floor with shadows
Stretching...
#insomnia
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3 Comments
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