Submissions by thinlane
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just wander through my mind and pick up what's lying around on any given day. I'm not a trained poet but I enjoy writing nonetheless. It seems like a good way to drain the demons in my head in a constructive manner.
The Way Of The Worlds
When you’re young and wondering
What on earth will become of you
Something about the world will always
Reach out and grab you
And open your eyes to its wonder and grace
Until that is all you can think of
And so you practice and fight to get better
At whatever it is that you’ve chosen to be
And at some point you become what that is
And then you find
It just isn’t enough
That’s the way of the mind
Once you’ve mastered something and made it yours
It no longer will hold a mighty grip on you
And so you wonder what on earth...
What on earth will become of you
Something about the world will always
Reach out and grab you
And open your eyes to its wonder and grace
Until that is all you can think of
And so you practice and fight to get better
At whatever it is that you’ve chosen to be
And at some point you become what that is
And then you find
It just isn’t enough
That’s the way of the mind
Once you’ve mastered something and made it yours
It no longer will hold a mighty grip on you
And so you wonder what on earth...
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The Wrong Man
There is a knock at my door
I wonder who it might be
I’m not expecting anyone
Not the stranger that I see
It is an angry man
And he is angry only with me
He says I stole his wife
And I just wonder who he could be
I haven’t been out of the house
I haven’t stolen any wives
I haven’t wronged this man
He wants to end my life
There’s been a miscommunication somehow
He’s got the wrong man at the wrong door
But he just puts his hand in his pocket then
He’s got a load of lead in there for me
Talk...
I wonder who it might be
I’m not expecting anyone
Not the stranger that I see
It is an angry man
And he is angry only with me
He says I stole his wife
And I just wonder who he could be
I haven’t been out of the house
I haven’t stolen any wives
I haven’t wronged this man
He wants to end my life
There’s been a miscommunication somehow
He’s got the wrong man at the wrong door
But he just puts his hand in his pocket then
He’s got a load of lead in there for me
Talk...
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Work
They spend their money in the bars along the strip
On their way home from their personal hell
That they hate with all their passion
And their smiles are all so forced as they tell themselves
That they’re having a great time each night
And so they wake up with their heads just pounding
And trudge back to the place they hate and fear
They need the money made but just don’t
Want to make it there
It’s a brutal truth
No matter where you go
That there are millions of people
Who simply hate the jobs they have
But if you ask them what...
On their way home from their personal hell
That they hate with all their passion
And their smiles are all so forced as they tell themselves
That they’re having a great time each night
And so they wake up with their heads just pounding
And trudge back to the place they hate and fear
They need the money made but just don’t
Want to make it there
It’s a brutal truth
No matter where you go
That there are millions of people
Who simply hate the jobs they have
But if you ask them what...
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Old Men
Singing songs about our
Younger days
So long ago and so
Far away
With our white hair coming in
On our heads and
On our chins
It makes us look like we are all
Such old and withered men
And we sing with voices loud
About the things that we once had
All the women that we bedded down
And the cars we drove too fast
When we were young we always thought that life
Was forever going to last
And we sing so loud and proud
About our lives so long
All those things we did when we
Were younger men ...
Younger days
So long ago and so
Far away
With our white hair coming in
On our heads and
On our chins
It makes us look like we are all
Such old and withered men
And we sing with voices loud
About the things that we once had
All the women that we bedded down
And the cars we drove too fast
When we were young we always thought that life
Was forever going to last
And we sing so loud and proud
About our lives so long
All those things we did when we
Were younger men ...
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The End Of Love
He’s feeling it again
And he can tell that she is too
They’ve been together for a long time now
And their love has become stale
If there is love at all
It seems to happen every time no matter what
He can’t prevent it any more than she can
It’s just impossible to keep that first met excitement alive
Even having sex feels rote and unfulfilling now
As if they’ve done it all before and doing it again
Doesn’t bring anything close to the rapture of the first times
It makes him sad to think that soon they’ll be going their own ways
But...
And he can tell that she is too
They’ve been together for a long time now
And their love has become stale
If there is love at all
It seems to happen every time no matter what
He can’t prevent it any more than she can
It’s just impossible to keep that first met excitement alive
Even having sex feels rote and unfulfilling now
As if they’ve done it all before and doing it again
Doesn’t bring anything close to the rapture of the first times
It makes him sad to think that soon they’ll be going their own ways
But...
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The Watcher In The Woods
There’s a certain tree in the little wood
Not far from my front door
And I like to take my cigarettes
And sit to see life go passing me on its way
There are those in an awful rush that pass by me
Almost running, watch checking, late for something that I can't see
Or the people who just amble along with their music inside their ears
As free from constraints as the wildlife around me here
It’s a good tree for me to see
The rest of humanity
I wonder if they see me
As I smile and wonder
I wonder where they’re going...
Not far from my front door
And I like to take my cigarettes
And sit to see life go passing me on its way
There are those in an awful rush that pass by me
Almost running, watch checking, late for something that I can't see
Or the people who just amble along with their music inside their ears
As free from constraints as the wildlife around me here
It’s a good tree for me to see
The rest of humanity
I wonder if they see me
As I smile and wonder
I wonder where they’re going...
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The Champion
The night seems darker in the room
With the lights turned off while he waits for sleep
That will not come
He finally rises after hours of useless tossing
And starts the coffee
Another day begins at three in the morning
And he wonders how long the body can go on without sleep
Days and days it seems so far
With a coffee in hand he goes outside where it’s finally warm enough to smoke
And waits for the sun to rise in the east
It seems he will wait a long long time
A pot of coffee and a pack of cigarettes serve as his breakfast
The...
With the lights turned off while he waits for sleep
That will not come
He finally rises after hours of useless tossing
And starts the coffee
Another day begins at three in the morning
And he wonders how long the body can go on without sleep
Days and days it seems so far
With a coffee in hand he goes outside where it’s finally warm enough to smoke
And waits for the sun to rise in the east
It seems he will wait a long long time
A pot of coffee and a pack of cigarettes serve as his breakfast
The...
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A Rainy Walk
I’ve been walking in this April rain as I make my way towards my house a mile from the station
With no cabs to be had I suffer the rain, steely still in the early spring so that it hurts your face
As I turn into the wind on my way home, always alone
The sun is still just a slightly brighter line in the clouds on that Eastern horizon, seen through the slanting precipitation
And I wonder why I do this to myself so often
Night with a stranger in a stranger’s house - only to slip away before the sun rises
I spend the nights looking for an animal of my...
With no cabs to be had I suffer the rain, steely still in the early spring so that it hurts your face
As I turn into the wind on my way home, always alone
The sun is still just a slightly brighter line in the clouds on that Eastern horizon, seen through the slanting precipitation
And I wonder why I do this to myself so often
Night with a stranger in a stranger’s house - only to slip away before the sun rises
I spend the nights looking for an animal of my...
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Walking Your Pain
You walk around with your head bowed to the wind
Because it’s so cold this spring
And you’re bound up in your winter clothes
With April running just ahead
Keeping pace with you and not slowing down at all
And you wonder if it will ever get warm again
You could go to the south
But it’s just not the same down there
The Ontario spring is so beautiful when you’re away from the manmade shit
It might bring your heart back to life again
And you wonder to yourself
Just how long this process lasts
To take you from...
Because it’s so cold this spring
And you’re bound up in your winter clothes
With April running just ahead
Keeping pace with you and not slowing down at all
And you wonder if it will ever get warm again
You could go to the south
But it’s just not the same down there
The Ontario spring is so beautiful when you’re away from the manmade shit
It might bring your heart back to life again
And you wonder to yourself
Just how long this process lasts
To take you from...
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Slumber More Or Less
Woke up before the sun again
Still hours to go before the rise
And sat in dark so deep awhile
Just wishing for some slumber more
So tired and yet my eyes are wide
It seems to happen every night
And medication simply makes me dumb
I’ve given up on drugged relief
I suppose that I could drink some rest
But passing out doesn’t pass the test
It only makes me sick and sore of head
Instead of wishing for some kip
You wish that you were dead
I wonder if tomorrow night
Will bring me what I need
Or if I’ll rise before the sun ...
Still hours to go before the rise
And sat in dark so deep awhile
Just wishing for some slumber more
So tired and yet my eyes are wide
It seems to happen every night
And medication simply makes me dumb
I’ve given up on drugged relief
I suppose that I could drink some rest
But passing out doesn’t pass the test
It only makes me sick and sore of head
Instead of wishing for some kip
You wish that you were dead
I wonder if tomorrow night
Will bring me what I need
Or if I’ll rise before the sun ...
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The Rush Hours
The sun dazzles off of chrome, glass and painted steel
And the rumble and whine of engines is a rising cacophony
While I sit silent on my balcony and watch
The raging rush hour trundle by in slow motion
My Coke sits on the little glass table and sweats in the heat
As I sit on the cheap dime store lawn chair and watch
Slowly sweating away my after shave cologne
Waiting to see that certain paint color from on high
I always wonder if I will sit here for the whole of the night
And never see that car make that quick turn off of the road ...
And the rumble and whine of engines is a rising cacophony
While I sit silent on my balcony and watch
The raging rush hour trundle by in slow motion
My Coke sits on the little glass table and sweats in the heat
As I sit on the cheap dime store lawn chair and watch
Slowly sweating away my after shave cologne
Waiting to see that certain paint color from on high
I always wonder if I will sit here for the whole of the night
And never see that car make that quick turn off of the road ...
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Storm
You see the lightning flash outside your window
And you wait for thunders boom
But you can’t tell if it’s outside or on the door to your small room
God’s bowling or man’s bawling it’s the same noise outside or on your tight locked door
It’s just another springtime storm but it’s driving you insane
And you wonder if your raincoat will protect you in your tiny bungalow
Thunder banging and glass breaking
As the storm reaches its peak
And you hope it breaks and moves on soon you’re tired of hiding
From the rain or spittle flying from his...
And you wait for thunders boom
But you can’t tell if it’s outside or on the door to your small room
God’s bowling or man’s bawling it’s the same noise outside or on your tight locked door
It’s just another springtime storm but it’s driving you insane
And you wonder if your raincoat will protect you in your tiny bungalow
Thunder banging and glass breaking
As the storm reaches its peak
And you hope it breaks and moves on soon you’re tired of hiding
From the rain or spittle flying from his...
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