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.
DARK POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 4:55pm
8th Sep 2015 4:55pm
Uncommon Mistakes
Anger brings motion unequal to what’s at stake
Uncommon reactions bring action that leads to uncommon mistakes
Not looking before you leap
Brings you to places you’d rather not see
And anger melts into shaking hands and sweaty feet
You say to yourself what have I done
It’s too late to walk away and too late to run
Your handiwork lays at your feet
In a broken mess of blood and torn up meat
And you’re unable to speak a word in your own defense
How do you put this into words that the others will understand?
Who do you ask for help when you’ve...
Uncommon reactions bring action that leads to uncommon mistakes
Not looking before you leap
Brings you to places you’d rather not see
And anger melts into shaking hands and sweaty feet
You say to yourself what have I done
It’s too late to walk away and too late to run
Your handiwork lays at your feet
In a broken mess of blood and torn up meat
And you’re unable to speak a word in your own defense
How do you put this into words that the others will understand?
Who do you ask for help when you’ve...
639 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 9:33pm
6th Sep 2015 9:33pm
Softer Music
The music is too loud for me in this club
And I feel suddenly old and out of place within its walls
The pounding beat and repetitive music is not my style
And my style is not welcome here
I’ve seen the looks, not hostile but simply questioning
I question myself as I sip my drink
With a plan to leave once the liquid is gone I just look around
At the young men and women as they dance a dance I could never repeat
And scream to be heard above the primal beating of drums and screeching electronics
Then my eyes pass by one look, and return to it in surprise...
And I feel suddenly old and out of place within its walls
The pounding beat and repetitive music is not my style
And my style is not welcome here
I’ve seen the looks, not hostile but simply questioning
I question myself as I sip my drink
With a plan to leave once the liquid is gone I just look around
At the young men and women as they dance a dance I could never repeat
And scream to be heard above the primal beating of drums and screeching electronics
Then my eyes pass by one look, and return to it in surprise...
668 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 2:37am
3rd Sep 2015 2:37am
The Patient
Doctors lined, impatient rows
To hear my sorry tales of woe
Samples taken or every kind
Mundane or embarrassed they just don’t mind
Such serious countenance to my face
And yet delight in all my aches
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I’ll stay
I just endure
I have no say
They care not even a speck at all
That I stay sick while they stand tall
And so the row renews again
While I shrink in and hurt
In life in pain
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I'll stay
Until the very end
That painless final day
For I'm just the...
To hear my sorry tales of woe
Samples taken or every kind
Mundane or embarrassed they just don’t mind
Such serious countenance to my face
And yet delight in all my aches
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I’ll stay
I just endure
I have no say
They care not even a speck at all
That I stay sick while they stand tall
And so the row renews again
While I shrink in and hurt
In life in pain
The guinea pig I am
The guinea pig I'll stay
Until the very end
That painless final day
For I'm just the...
654 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Aug 2015 12:00pm
27th Aug 2015 12:00pm
The Course Of Love
She doesn’t seem to mind the unmade bed in my dim room
As we lay down intertwined fully dressed
Though I am lightning quick embarrassed
And forgotten why before the thunder
Her thin print dress seems to wrap her tightly
Clinging to her softly sweating body
Where the paperback novelists call all the right places
I gently stroke the unseen downy peach fuzz of her cheek
While I kiss those soft unadorned lips of pink
In no need of false ruby colors
To showcase their beauty and shape
And a simple brush of my arm across her small and firm breast...
As we lay down intertwined fully dressed
Though I am lightning quick embarrassed
And forgotten why before the thunder
Her thin print dress seems to wrap her tightly
Clinging to her softly sweating body
Where the paperback novelists call all the right places
I gently stroke the unseen downy peach fuzz of her cheek
While I kiss those soft unadorned lips of pink
In no need of false ruby colors
To showcase their beauty and shape
And a simple brush of my arm across her small and firm breast...
919 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2015 4:09pm
25th Aug 2015 4:09pm
The Inheritance
The meek will inherit what’s left of the earth
After the confident and strong have used it all up
Once they’ve lost all they ever wanted
Or never gained it at all
A lifetime of dreaming
Of just fitting in
Will be for naught now
That there’s nothing left worth having
And now it’s all theirs
And there’s nothing left
To fit into at all
But their hole in the earth
And so meekly they go to their graves
Never knowing the satisfaction of having what they dreamed of
But they will go with a smile after it all
Because in the end it’s all...
After the confident and strong have used it all up
Once they’ve lost all they ever wanted
Or never gained it at all
A lifetime of dreaming
Of just fitting in
Will be for naught now
That there’s nothing left worth having
And now it’s all theirs
And there’s nothing left
To fit into at all
But their hole in the earth
And so meekly they go to their graves
Never knowing the satisfaction of having what they dreamed of
But they will go with a smile after it all
Because in the end it’s all...
719 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 5:54pm
21st Aug 2015 5:54pm
First Lesson
He’s fumbling young
At seventeen
And can’t believe
The luck he’s seeing
She knows that he’ll
Be quick to come
An older woman
Twenty one
Brings on the next
Erected man
With darting tongue
And expert hands
She’ll teach him things
Important glands
And happy spots
When her turn lands
He won’t forget the first
Of more to come
And learn the things
He’ll use
At twenty one
At seventeen
And can’t believe
The luck he’s seeing
She knows that he’ll
Be quick to come
An older woman
Twenty one
Brings on the next
Erected man
With darting tongue
And expert hands
She’ll teach him things
Important glands
And happy spots
When her turn lands
He won’t forget the first
Of more to come
And learn the things
He’ll use
At twenty one
698 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2015 12:11pm
21st Aug 2015 12:11pm
Mother's Lilac
The lilac bush in our side yard
Could catch the sun for most of the day
And the rain flowed down the slope of our property to its roots
It grew huge with blooms like grapes so full and large that they should drip wine
But it had no scent to guide you with your eyes closed tight
Just a beauty with no depth or personality
A disappointment from God if you so believe
Or Mother Nature
A woman in white with dirty knees and calloused hands from planting all day long
Who was really mom, planting flowers full of olfactory blessings
In shorts with dirty knees...
Could catch the sun for most of the day
And the rain flowed down the slope of our property to its roots
It grew huge with blooms like grapes so full and large that they should drip wine
But it had no scent to guide you with your eyes closed tight
Just a beauty with no depth or personality
A disappointment from God if you so believe
Or Mother Nature
A woman in white with dirty knees and calloused hands from planting all day long
Who was really mom, planting flowers full of olfactory blessings
In shorts with dirty knees...
647 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 9:54pm
19th Aug 2015 9:54pm
The Dance
Through the filtered light of the fat full moon
I wander through the thinning woods
To an open space between the trees
To see the dancing natives
In the movement of this land
I am not observed
Or just ignored
I stand and gape at their magical moves
Done thousands of years in this same way
The story of their lives
I cry out in sudden thought
And the dancers freeze their dance
A hundred eyes turn and stare at me
And I stare smiling back
With a curious sinuous motion
I begin to dance myself
Trying hard to tell my...
I wander through the thinning woods
To an open space between the trees
To see the dancing natives
In the movement of this land
I am not observed
Or just ignored
I stand and gape at their magical moves
Done thousands of years in this same way
The story of their lives
I cry out in sudden thought
And the dancers freeze their dance
A hundred eyes turn and stare at me
And I stare smiling back
With a curious sinuous motion
I begin to dance myself
Trying hard to tell my...
686 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 12:05pm
19th Aug 2015 12:05pm
This Cold WInd
This is a truly old poem that I was reading over and thought I'd share.
This cold wind
Surrounds my brittle bones
Tired wings
Can’t carry all the weight alone
A memory of the sun
Is all I have left in my mind’s eye
This cold and tired orb
Doesn’t warm me with its fire
Fire burnt so low
Like spirits dancing in the wind
The flame can lick your hand
And never burn your skin
Winter's freeze
Is promised on the wind
Oh the wind
This cold wind
This cold wind
Surrounds my brittle bones
Tired wings
Can’t carry all the weight alone
A memory of the sun
Is all I have left in my mind’s eye
This cold and tired orb
Doesn’t warm me with its fire
Fire burnt so low
Like spirits dancing in the wind
The flame can lick your hand
And never burn your skin
Winter's freeze
Is promised on the wind
Oh the wind
This cold wind
622 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Aug 2015 2:49pm
18th Aug 2015 2:49pm
Breathe Deep And Listen
And so she opens herself to me once again
To her most secret and private place
Where I’ve been before and she feels happy to let me in
I breathe deep her sweat soapy scent and smile
So clean and wetly aroused she brings me hard to attention
And I go in search of her hidden places
For there are more than just the obvious to bring my attention to bear
With fingers and mouth I open her wider and set to my tender and terrible task
And yet not just a task but a warm pleasure more wonderful than any other
In a soft and then loud voice she gives me her...
To her most secret and private place
Where I’ve been before and she feels happy to let me in
I breathe deep her sweat soapy scent and smile
So clean and wetly aroused she brings me hard to attention
And I go in search of her hidden places
For there are more than just the obvious to bring my attention to bear
With fingers and mouth I open her wider and set to my tender and terrible task
And yet not just a task but a warm pleasure more wonderful than any other
In a soft and then loud voice she gives me her...
976 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2015 6:08am
17th Aug 2015 6:08am
Voices
Well this is it, he said to an empty room filled with voices
The television with its hollow booming voice filling the room as it did day and night
It was company for a man who never had any anymore
And the quieter but more insistent voices in his head that whispered and laughed what he should do
From his dim past to this day he had heard those voices
As they urged him ever on
One day this way and the next another with no reason or rhyme
To just spend his money on whims
Since it had been on a whim that day that he came by it and kept it coming in
And now...
The television with its hollow booming voice filling the room as it did day and night
It was company for a man who never had any anymore
And the quieter but more insistent voices in his head that whispered and laughed what he should do
From his dim past to this day he had heard those voices
As they urged him ever on
One day this way and the next another with no reason or rhyme
To just spend his money on whims
Since it had been on a whim that day that he came by it and kept it coming in
And now...
696 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2015 4:47pm
16th Aug 2015 4:47pm
Love and Cover
As I pass Fran she covers her words with an arm
She writes in her own version of longhand
In that strange and wonderful print and write combo that she uses even through a single word
That I know so well now, and find somehow so innocent and beautiful
Like Fran herself, though she knows words that no innocent knows
And has flung a few my way over the course of these years when anger infused us
Those days are far between and forgotten as soon as peace is reached with a kiss
Her laptop sits unused in front of her arm
And she knows more than I how to use it
We...
She writes in her own version of longhand
In that strange and wonderful print and write combo that she uses even through a single word
That I know so well now, and find somehow so innocent and beautiful
Like Fran herself, though she knows words that no innocent knows
And has flung a few my way over the course of these years when anger infused us
Those days are far between and forgotten as soon as peace is reached with a kiss
Her laptop sits unused in front of her arm
And she knows more than I how to use it
We...
782 reads
5 Comments
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