Submissions by sweet_milk (magpie jones)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing poems for a long time. Since writing is my passion and feels like my destiny I love it and fight with it.
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2015 3:31am
12th Jul 2015 3:31am
I seek you out
I seek you out along the corners of dry pages
my soft demon, my toothless one
We were molting birds in the same pond
I the strict branch
and you the ripe, unruly olives
My fingers tore at gray earth until I too became animal
I longed for you and you appeared
The brave one, the unaltered one
Oh quick fruit!
The seeded ache I held for you
within a passionate dance I lived and died
within a single moment my life clipped at a speed
Tongues that speak like birds
Eyes that glaze over the sheen of form and declares it good...
my soft demon, my toothless one
We were molting birds in the same pond
I the strict branch
and you the ripe, unruly olives
My fingers tore at gray earth until I too became animal
I longed for you and you appeared
The brave one, the unaltered one
Oh quick fruit!
The seeded ache I held for you
within a passionate dance I lived and died
within a single moment my life clipped at a speed
Tongues that speak like birds
Eyes that glaze over the sheen of form and declares it good...
628 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th May 2015 6:27am
27th May 2015 6:27am
Sharp Curve
I wanted to crawl out of that old light
in my cat's eye I could see you;
too vibrant for me
my fingers bled and I drank from them
There was a sharp curve to the moon that didn't hurt
and the stars were small metal particles that remained,
the only evidence the night allowed of that change in spirit
Holy union of nightmares call out to the unseen
the outside smells like wet dirt,
an old walkway that has become caked to the bottom of my shoe.
My third eye eclipses at the oddest time
in my cat's eye I could see you;
too vibrant for me
my fingers bled and I drank from them
There was a sharp curve to the moon that didn't hurt
and the stars were small metal particles that remained,
the only evidence the night allowed of that change in spirit
Holy union of nightmares call out to the unseen
the outside smells like wet dirt,
an old walkway that has become caked to the bottom of my shoe.
My third eye eclipses at the oddest time
651 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2015 11:29pm
20th May 2015 11:29pm
Great Moth
Great moth that I am
my small black eyes bleary for the Moon,
holding you between my dew drop wings
I chirrup quietly to you
Moon, O' precious Moon
climb down from that untouchable sky
let my radio-wave antennas touch a glimmer of you
a crumb of the Moon is all I ask
beige and tan and buggy
all of my legs belong to you
demon Moon, honey Moon
Moon that God has deemed me too unworthy to taste
I am velvet, I am fur coats still breathing
you you you
Moon of my eyes
my minuscule, fleshy pink...
my small black eyes bleary for the Moon,
holding you between my dew drop wings
I chirrup quietly to you
Moon, O' precious Moon
climb down from that untouchable sky
let my radio-wave antennas touch a glimmer of you
a crumb of the Moon is all I ask
beige and tan and buggy
all of my legs belong to you
demon Moon, honey Moon
Moon that God has deemed me too unworthy to taste
I am velvet, I am fur coats still breathing
you you you
Moon of my eyes
my minuscule, fleshy pink...
552 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2015 11:28pm
20th May 2015 11:28pm
Moon C/ut in Half
Sitting, silent, stupid, sulking
waiting for it all
Wanting pancakes the size of the moon,
regretting the look of the moon
when the plate is in front of me
and the moon has been cut in half
One for each of us
I cry and cry out to the stars
to drag me back to my dreams
encase me in their amniotic womb that fits me so well
soak me in motherhood
age, and wear me out
until I too am forced to be born again
I don't like to do that all at once
I like things to crumble and peak in rhythm, things never quite getting out of hand
I love...
waiting for it all
Wanting pancakes the size of the moon,
regretting the look of the moon
when the plate is in front of me
and the moon has been cut in half
One for each of us
I cry and cry out to the stars
to drag me back to my dreams
encase me in their amniotic womb that fits me so well
soak me in motherhood
age, and wear me out
until I too am forced to be born again
I don't like to do that all at once
I like things to crumble and peak in rhythm, things never quite getting out of hand
I love...
545 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2015 5:01am
20th May 2015 5:01am
mint in my alchemy
Bitter winds
“Shuffle my limbs around”
embroider me with belonging
let me too be nature
Mint in my alchemy makes me sound,
makes me long for substance.
Pink flowers all
I bloom for you
middle school, high school, college, Work
I grew because you asked me to
now I ask one thing of you
“Shuffle my limbs around”
embroider me with belonging
let me too be nature
Mint in my alchemy makes me sound,
makes me long for substance.
Pink flowers all
I bloom for you
middle school, high school, college, Work
I grew because you asked me to
now I ask one thing of you
659 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2015 4:59am
20th May 2015 4:59am
Wild Blue Yarp
I yell into the wild blue yarp!
I pray for rain and miniature things
for scaly young fish,
for seeds ripe with life,
for kindness and,
for tiny flowers sprinkled with bees
I cast my net wide
and hope for swordfish
(Too many goldfish).
I like to shed my colors
slowly
and know that one day I'll return
to blue.
I pray for rain and miniature things
for scaly young fish,
for seeds ripe with life,
for kindness and,
for tiny flowers sprinkled with bees
I cast my net wide
and hope for swordfish
(Too many goldfish).
I like to shed my colors
slowly
and know that one day I'll return
to blue.
677 reads
7 Comments
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