Submissions by shoelacepixie (Tamlyn Bateman)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2020 8:46am
19th Mar 2020 8:46am
The Ocean You Love So Much
Froth and gush
Languid pleasure of
Roll and hush
Sush just listen
As the moon light glistens on wet shimmer giving a glimmer and shiver - calling to come hither as warm waves slither up the smooth sand that submits to the fringes of your power.
Swell up at natural pace and
Fall again to the sands embrace.
Rise again and rise again
Make fools of foolish men.
Endless power hour after hour.
Spit spray and shower.
Make meekness cower.
Retreat
And then fall into a timeless rhythm.
Your salty smell awakens desire.
Your...
Languid pleasure of
Roll and hush
Sush just listen
As the moon light glistens on wet shimmer giving a glimmer and shiver - calling to come hither as warm waves slither up the smooth sand that submits to the fringes of your power.
Swell up at natural pace and
Fall again to the sands embrace.
Rise again and rise again
Make fools of foolish men.
Endless power hour after hour.
Spit spray and shower.
Make meekness cower.
Retreat
And then fall into a timeless rhythm.
Your salty smell awakens desire.
Your...
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 8:47pm
14th Oct 2013 8:47pm
Drifting and healing
I want to fade white-washed until washed-out, until washed-away:
A frayed chunk of driftwood afraid of drowning following a compass in the direction of if if if. South-if. North-if. East-if. West-ward wayward afraid wood being burntblushed by suns of hope; finding freedom in windblown floating swaying praying foam-frisked playing with the idea of vast nothing - turning it and splashing it into something silly meaning nothing but the moment --> That's my sun-kiss of direction sparkling my horizon without taints of blood-hope -- Just vast-forever possibilities swirling in salty...
A frayed chunk of driftwood afraid of drowning following a compass in the direction of if if if. South-if. North-if. East-if. West-ward wayward afraid wood being burntblushed by suns of hope; finding freedom in windblown floating swaying praying foam-frisked playing with the idea of vast nothing - turning it and splashing it into something silly meaning nothing but the moment --> That's my sun-kiss of direction sparkling my horizon without taints of blood-hope -- Just vast-forever possibilities swirling in salty...
584 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 9:59pm
5th Oct 2013 9:59pm
Falling up a useful hope
Sharp sparkles of once trapped emotion bite through me in an undulating peace of balmy-breeze zenith mood.
Before this state:
I looked to poke at a dead-weight anchor soul; anchored in numbness and pulling me, seemingly, forever down a rabbit hole of confusion and terror.
Falling down this hole I was shrouded in - and only aware of - the darkness, so that I didn't even realise it was, in fact, a fucking hole.
What made me aware of this was a beam of light and kindness. It glittered with unusual colours that one might see in a pure heart. That was when I decided to...
Before this state:
I looked to poke at a dead-weight anchor soul; anchored in numbness and pulling me, seemingly, forever down a rabbit hole of confusion and terror.
Falling down this hole I was shrouded in - and only aware of - the darkness, so that I didn't even realise it was, in fact, a fucking hole.
What made me aware of this was a beam of light and kindness. It glittered with unusual colours that one might see in a pure heart. That was when I decided to...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 10:01pm
15th Aug 2013 10:01pm
Loneliness Retards
Have you seen how loneliness has retarded her into some dumbfuck?'
'She can only hear people criticizing her all the time.'
There's a dullness of the brain. A layer of shit so deeply entrenched in the soul of the brain. Do you know where that is? I don't. I don't believe in a soul. What is this flimsy word? Another word for emotions. Pfff. But if I had a soul that's where it would be.
Do you see how someone can get so obsessed with themselves that they can't even appreciate the world around them? Horrible curse. But deserved right? Why did that one isolate himself? Did she...
'She can only hear people criticizing her all the time.'
There's a dullness of the brain. A layer of shit so deeply entrenched in the soul of the brain. Do you know where that is? I don't. I don't believe in a soul. What is this flimsy word? Another word for emotions. Pfff. But if I had a soul that's where it would be.
Do you see how someone can get so obsessed with themselves that they can't even appreciate the world around them? Horrible curse. But deserved right? Why did that one isolate himself? Did she...
718 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2013 10:47pm
7th Aug 2013 10:47pm
Spastic Speech
Spectres of spastic speech spluttering and sprawling.
Spectacular spaces of spit empty and unfurled.
Hidden spaces filled and furnished yet forged into fettered fate by aphotic fiend making lips blind.
Some spaces of my soul slide out seeking solitude.
Some just sit stubbornly slacking slavishly.
Some satiate the simple songs in my soul; relieving the air in me - barely but bravely, being bashful beasts beaten by blank bleakness most of the time.
But when my lips are both dumb and blind my pen can speak and see and free.
!And you know!, I don't need to be...
Spectacular spaces of spit empty and unfurled.
Hidden spaces filled and furnished yet forged into fettered fate by aphotic fiend making lips blind.
Some spaces of my soul slide out seeking solitude.
Some just sit stubbornly slacking slavishly.
Some satiate the simple songs in my soul; relieving the air in me - barely but bravely, being bashful beasts beaten by blank bleakness most of the time.
But when my lips are both dumb and blind my pen can speak and see and free.
!And you know!, I don't need to be...
747 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 10:13pm
25th Jun 2013 10:13pm
Keep Calm and Carry On
How can I describe how everything turns into a nightmare?
My shadow slopes from association; surreptitiously sneaking away,
Everything implodes into a self-deprecating smile,
My heart explodes all day!
In bursts I fumble and falter to fetch the wreck of my common sense for which I find myself short-changed.
My body tells me to escape all the time, and I fight to stay calm.
"Keep Calm and Carry On" - a simple command; a piece of mainstream culture;
A flat fucking flimsy poster I want to destroy!
Every step says uncertainty.
Each step is...
My shadow slopes from association; surreptitiously sneaking away,
Everything implodes into a self-deprecating smile,
My heart explodes all day!
In bursts I fumble and falter to fetch the wreck of my common sense for which I find myself short-changed.
My body tells me to escape all the time, and I fight to stay calm.
"Keep Calm and Carry On" - a simple command; a piece of mainstream culture;
A flat fucking flimsy poster I want to destroy!
Every step says uncertainty.
Each step is...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 4:59am
7th Mar 2013 4:59am
I try to free myself
I open my eyes and bed rust urges to do.
Frantic friend sighs bitter moan.
Repulsive languid shadow crushes life.
Black death screams an ugly symphony of sad dreams -
and I know that I must busy myself with this in order to escape this faceless monster.
So I do. I write this poem and
The beat beat beat becomes slow.
I forget about the screams inside.
The tight tight tight becomes loose.
The meaningless becomes silly.
The conflict of my being fades into some dimension where I'm free.
And, it seems like I have to free myself all the time to stop this...
Frantic friend sighs bitter moan.
Repulsive languid shadow crushes life.
Black death screams an ugly symphony of sad dreams -
and I know that I must busy myself with this in order to escape this faceless monster.
So I do. I write this poem and
The beat beat beat becomes slow.
I forget about the screams inside.
The tight tight tight becomes loose.
The meaningless becomes silly.
The conflict of my being fades into some dimension where I'm free.
And, it seems like I have to free myself all the time to stop this...
678 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2012 9:14pm
21st Oct 2012 9:14pm
A Study in D
Dire direction.
Disaffected disciple digesting death.
Defeating diffidence diminishing diligence.
Desperate destination of destiny destroyed.
-Detached desert-
Deserves derelict.
Derelict didn't delete despised despot.
Despot does deep damage depressing desires; darkening distance.
Derelict must ditch despot; despot of -despondent - demoralized - demure - deflated - deficient - deprived - deranged.
Down in the dearth of my debris,
Deadened by the deadly deaf deacon (of my doughnut-hole soul)
Declaiming declivity. I decline. I deduce...
Disaffected disciple digesting death.
Defeating diffidence diminishing diligence.
Desperate destination of destiny destroyed.
-Detached desert-
Deserves derelict.
Derelict didn't delete despised despot.
Despot does deep damage depressing desires; darkening distance.
Derelict must ditch despot; despot of -despondent - demoralized - demure - deflated - deficient - deprived - deranged.
Down in the dearth of my debris,
Deadened by the deadly deaf deacon (of my doughnut-hole soul)
Declaiming declivity. I decline. I deduce...
821 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Oct 2011 2:18pm
8th Oct 2011 2:18pm
The everlasting night
Cold fingers clasp for nothing.
My heart echoes from a whisper of hope.
The wet upon my forehead tickles and mocks the contours of my face.
I reach again but my heart withdraws.
I hope once more but my hands lose form.
I've lost too many fights - I think I've lost the fighter too.
I've been battered; beaten by the shadow that attempts my figure.
Perhaps I am a fighter
Perhaps I am my shadow
For all I can achieve is to fight my soul and flee.
What can a fighter gain with a defeated soul ?
What can my heart achieve with a leaking hole ?...
My heart echoes from a whisper of hope.
The wet upon my forehead tickles and mocks the contours of my face.
I reach again but my heart withdraws.
I hope once more but my hands lose form.
I've lost too many fights - I think I've lost the fighter too.
I've been battered; beaten by the shadow that attempts my figure.
Perhaps I am a fighter
Perhaps I am my shadow
For all I can achieve is to fight my soul and flee.
What can a fighter gain with a defeated soul ?
What can my heart achieve with a leaking hole ?...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2011 2:57pm
7th Oct 2011 2:57pm
Wings
Floating, then sinking in a wave.
Falling on the back of Forever.
Wings stretched to that circle of time.
Feathers pricked up by oozy sun.
Gliding on the breath of Fate
I am not separate from the wind.
It tugs and pulls; I tug and pull.
Any direction is mine; Every direction is mine
-And-
It's not just a part of the world below,
It's the WHOLE world that is beneath me when I fly.
And it's only right that I'm above.
It's only right -
But, I'm not above;
I'm looking through Man's rusty arms and...
Falling on the back of Forever.
Wings stretched to that circle of time.
Feathers pricked up by oozy sun.
Gliding on the breath of Fate
I am not separate from the wind.
It tugs and pulls; I tug and pull.
Any direction is mine; Every direction is mine
-And-
It's not just a part of the world below,
It's the WHOLE world that is beneath me when I fly.
And it's only right that I'm above.
It's only right -
But, I'm not above;
I'm looking through Man's rusty arms and...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2011 2:47pm
7th Oct 2011 2:47pm
Why ?
My beating is millfragmented
My thought bundle malspun
Dark weight blocks these light-seers
Seeing only backward-bended years.
And this dark weight fills my ears
So I only believe the sounds within
Flushing through me like faeces.
- A self-made deaf-mute.
My expression trapped in an anachronism of me.
This is why the mist inside me condenses through my heavy eyes.
My thought bundle malspun
Dark weight blocks these light-seers
Seeing only backward-bended years.
And this dark weight fills my ears
So I only believe the sounds within
Flushing through me like faeces.
- A self-made deaf-mute.
My expression trapped in an anachronism of me.
This is why the mist inside me condenses through my heavy eyes.
800 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2011 11:16pm
6th Oct 2011 11:16pm
Earth to Heaven
Winking star, glinting red
Follow my dreams from afar.
Is it too much to beg you descension ?
Closer to me - a whisper to mention ?
Flash on my face and make me gleam.
Stardust and light; an endless beam !
Drip down the sky and burn through my heart
Where I can guess at your end and feel your start.
Follow my dreams from afar.
Is it too much to beg you descension ?
Closer to me - a whisper to mention ?
Flash on my face and make me gleam.
Stardust and light; an endless beam !
Drip down the sky and burn through my heart
Where I can guess at your end and feel your start.
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