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.
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...
712 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
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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...
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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...
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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...
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2015 7:46pm
15th Aug 2015 7:46pm
Another Man Suffers
Another night of waking in darkness
Another day of tiredness and pain
Each day still filled with depression
Can't make this pressure ever fade far away
Some days I sit and cry for no reason
Or reasons I cannot explain
Demons locked in my mind playing games
Devils inside my head stab my brain
No different than many I know
Some more and some less and some hardly at all
But we all share the same creeping sadness
And wonder when life will finally go
It's hard to take this daily reaction
To things in my mind that I cannot control...
Another day of tiredness and pain
Each day still filled with depression
Can't make this pressure ever fade far away
Some days I sit and cry for no reason
Or reasons I cannot explain
Demons locked in my mind playing games
Devils inside my head stab my brain
No different than many I know
Some more and some less and some hardly at all
But we all share the same creeping sadness
And wonder when life will finally go
It's hard to take this daily reaction
To things in my mind that I cannot control...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Aug 2015 11:54am
13th Aug 2015 11:54am
Only the Lonely
My breath grows short when you draw near to me
My mind fills with thoughts of you and I together
In a loving embrace
And the butterflies begin to rise inside of my body
To dance in my belly and quickly make it hard to see
It’s the same old reaction to having you come close
As my mouth turns to cotton I cannot say the words
That I long to say
I love you but you’ve turned your back and walked away
Perhaps another time I’ll grow less timid
And my heart will show itself
My mind fills with thoughts of you and I together
In a loving embrace
And the butterflies begin to rise inside of my body
To dance in my belly and quickly make it hard to see
It’s the same old reaction to having you come close
As my mouth turns to cotton I cannot say the words
That I long to say
I love you but you’ve turned your back and walked away
Perhaps another time I’ll grow less timid
And my heart will show itself
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4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Aug 2015 7:44pm
7th Aug 2015 7:44pm
Primal Animal
I drove on down the coast today
At a hundred miles per
To see if I’d forget the night
The night I’d spent with her
I knew it was a huge mistake
Right from the ringing phone
But like Pavlov’s dog and ringing bells
I was racing to her home
Oh, she calls me up say once a month
Or even once a year
When I’ve had time to steel myself
Against the words she says
But her voice is smooth as her silky lips
And my steel just melts away
Oh, my steel just melts away
Now I’m speeding down the coast again
And trying to forget...
At a hundred miles per
To see if I’d forget the night
The night I’d spent with her
I knew it was a huge mistake
Right from the ringing phone
But like Pavlov’s dog and ringing bells
I was racing to her home
Oh, she calls me up say once a month
Or even once a year
When I’ve had time to steel myself
Against the words she says
But her voice is smooth as her silky lips
And my steel just melts away
Oh, my steel just melts away
Now I’m speeding down the coast again
And trying to forget...
724 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2015 6:26pm
6th Aug 2015 6:26pm
Malevolent Beauty
An unnatural sunrise of science
Malevolent beauty killing indiscriminately
And maiming with newfound success
To slowly slay the enemy
Of those far away
I wasn’t yet born
And yet must remember
And hope that the sunrise of death
Never rises again.
My silence now is my shield and my scream
No more
Malevolent beauty killing indiscriminately
And maiming with newfound success
To slowly slay the enemy
Of those far away
I wasn’t yet born
And yet must remember
And hope that the sunrise of death
Never rises again.
My silence now is my shield and my scream
No more
563 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2015 8:38pm
4th Aug 2015 8:38pm
The Cold Deep Water
I’m not an absolute beginner
But I feel newborn sometimes
When the situation calls for more than I have
Like now, when I’m
Swimming in deep water
Filled with sharks with bright teeth
I’ve got nothing to hold me above the water
Except my failing strength
And my will to live
Will it be enough until the test is through?
Or will I drown in this deep water
Like many have done before me
Unable to keep up with the ones who know the way
To stay high in the deep
While I begin to falter
And wait for the first tearing teeth
To take me down...
But I feel newborn sometimes
When the situation calls for more than I have
Like now, when I’m
Swimming in deep water
Filled with sharks with bright teeth
I’ve got nothing to hold me above the water
Except my failing strength
And my will to live
Will it be enough until the test is through?
Or will I drown in this deep water
Like many have done before me
Unable to keep up with the ones who know the way
To stay high in the deep
While I begin to falter
And wait for the first tearing teeth
To take me down...
579 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2015 10:30pm
2nd Aug 2015 10:30pm
Night Dance
Angela dances alone in the night
As the shadows start slowly to slip away
Her window is open to let in the breeze
That tousles her hair in the faint growing light
As slow as a river that ambles along with no rain
The music plays just in her head
She dreams of a man that once danced her the night through
Who whispered he loved and danced away all her pain
Now the shadows have crept away from the new day
The breeze begins to warm up in the light
Another hot day has begun as the birds stir awake
Angela hums to her mind’s inner music and prays
A...
As the shadows start slowly to slip away
Her window is open to let in the breeze
That tousles her hair in the faint growing light
As slow as a river that ambles along with no rain
The music plays just in her head
She dreams of a man that once danced her the night through
Who whispered he loved and danced away all her pain
Now the shadows have crept away from the new day
The breeze begins to warm up in the light
Another hot day has begun as the birds stir awake
Angela hums to her mind’s inner music and prays
A...
595 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Jul 2015 12:56pm
28th Jul 2015 12:56pm
The Madman
It’s a newspaper story by a maniac
Who’s pissed he not paid as where he thinks he’s at
About some Muslim or queer who’s just standing there
Like who, me? Caught in the spotlight glare
So what will he write when tomorrow comes?
And who’ll be the target of his poison tongue?
And the editor rubs his hands in happy glee
Because the maniac has the best fucking numbers that he’s ever seen
There are those who will hate you if you are different than you or me
As though personal choices are a social fear
It’s like being alive with opinon makes you a...
Who’s pissed he not paid as where he thinks he’s at
About some Muslim or queer who’s just standing there
Like who, me? Caught in the spotlight glare
So what will he write when tomorrow comes?
And who’ll be the target of his poison tongue?
And the editor rubs his hands in happy glee
Because the maniac has the best fucking numbers that he’s ever seen
There are those who will hate you if you are different than you or me
As though personal choices are a social fear
It’s like being alive with opinon makes you a...
786 reads
0 Comments
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