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.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 6:48pm
1st Jul 2015 6:48pm
The Way It Is
The Way It Is
Deep in the far back past
It seems I’m failing
Making the good times last
It’s what I’m trying
Right on the tip of my memory
But I can’t recall that far back
Way in the darkest past
I’m making my way far back
Making those dark times last
I have no problem
Right on the tip of my tongue
And I can see it all
Why is it that I can’t see?
The happiest memories
I fall into all I’ve been
Except a happier man
Is it the preponderance?
Of all of the things I’ve seen
Washed out visions of...
Deep in the far back past
It seems I’m failing
Making the good times last
It’s what I’m trying
Right on the tip of my memory
But I can’t recall that far back
Way in the darkest past
I’m making my way far back
Making those dark times last
I have no problem
Right on the tip of my tongue
And I can see it all
Why is it that I can’t see?
The happiest memories
I fall into all I’ve been
Except a happier man
Is it the preponderance?
Of all of the things I’ve seen
Washed out visions of...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Jun 2015 2:51pm
24th Jun 2015 2:51pm
Chapter One of work in progress
The gym was empty and hollow sounding and had been empty for countless months, put out of commission by the fire that had ravaged the upper floor of the school. Straining sunlight tried to penetrate the row of grimy windows that lined the top of the south facing wall but the light was diffuse and weak by the time it hit the court. The thinly shadowed image of tall trees danced on the faded floor bringing movement to the stillness of the room. Basketball hoops were still strung with tired looking yellow rope but were wound up tight against the walls on their brackets, far out of reach of even...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 3:27pm
17th Jun 2015 3:27pm
Feels Like Being Dead
Features like wax that I can mold in my hands
Confidence beneath my fingertips
Time always melts it back to itself
And fear always takes its rightful place
Contempt and pointing fingers
If I show weakness
Pariah among the confident
I mold and remold or just walk away
Cause when I’m out and about
And dealing with you
Trying to live a normal life
I can’t let my true face out
My features like wax that I must mold every day
Or hide inside
And pace the day away
And hope you haven’t seen my melting pride
It’s a hell of a way to live...
Confidence beneath my fingertips
Time always melts it back to itself
And fear always takes its rightful place
Contempt and pointing fingers
If I show weakness
Pariah among the confident
I mold and remold or just walk away
Cause when I’m out and about
And dealing with you
Trying to live a normal life
I can’t let my true face out
My features like wax that I must mold every day
Or hide inside
And pace the day away
And hope you haven’t seen my melting pride
It’s a hell of a way to live...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Jun 2015 2:29am
11th Jun 2015 2:29am
Black and White
Seeing the world today not in colour
But in just black and white
Emotions released on a breath or a word
Have no shades, only wisps in the night
All the colours have been taken from me
Any sunrise is just shadow and light
And the thoughts that I have for you
Are deadened by this lack of sight
Is it me who's been changed?
Had my sight rearranged?
Or perhaps just a wish sent by others
Or is it you who's been lost?
In this limitless grey
Gone from glorious colour to a low and dark cloud
Sensing the world today
In...
But in just black and white
Emotions released on a breath or a word
Have no shades, only wisps in the night
All the colours have been taken from me
Any sunrise is just shadow and light
And the thoughts that I have for you
Are deadened by this lack of sight
Is it me who's been changed?
Had my sight rearranged?
Or perhaps just a wish sent by others
Or is it you who's been lost?
In this limitless grey
Gone from glorious colour to a low and dark cloud
Sensing the world today
In...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 3:55am
8th Jun 2015 3:55am
Mercy
Mercy mercy and save my soul
From here in the places I’ve come to know
Where the monsters live
So deep and hot
Their eyes so steamy, angry and bloodshot
I’ve been down here a thousand years
There’s no escape from all this fear
Where the monsters live
Inside my head
No sleep tonight my eyes so tear streaked red
Mercy mercy and save my life
From what I fear I’ll do tonight
When the monsters reign o’er thoughts of dread
The knife so sharp
And in my eyes so bloody red
I’ve lived down here a thousand years
And every...
From here in the places I’ve come to know
Where the monsters live
So deep and hot
Their eyes so steamy, angry and bloodshot
I’ve been down here a thousand years
There’s no escape from all this fear
Where the monsters live
Inside my head
No sleep tonight my eyes so tear streaked red
Mercy mercy and save my life
From what I fear I’ll do tonight
When the monsters reign o’er thoughts of dread
The knife so sharp
And in my eyes so bloody red
I’ve lived down here a thousand years
And every...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 11:25am
6th Jun 2015 11:25am
A Thought
A cold day and a cold thought
In such a happy time
Or perhaps a happenstance time for many
Or most
I feel no joy in the day gone by
Or the ones to follow
But I remain here and wonder
If I am unable to feel the happiness of others
When I am one of the others
Am I just cold and distant?
Or is the distance between us what makes me cold?
In such a happy time
Or perhaps a happenstance time for many
Or most
I feel no joy in the day gone by
Or the ones to follow
But I remain here and wonder
If I am unable to feel the happiness of others
When I am one of the others
Am I just cold and distant?
Or is the distance between us what makes me cold?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 6:00am
6th Jun 2015 6:00am
Ancient Thoughts
It seems a cold morning for a June day
I think back to a June a long time ago
But for the life of me can't remember the weather
Even though I recall the words
Written down but never spoken
On a Birthday card to hurt that much more
And tucked neatly in a white envelope
You would think I would remember the weather too
But it's cold today
So I just get a sweater and the thoughts
From so long ago
Go away
I think back to a June a long time ago
But for the life of me can't remember the weather
Even though I recall the words
Written down but never spoken
On a Birthday card to hurt that much more
And tucked neatly in a white envelope
You would think I would remember the weather too
But it's cold today
So I just get a sweater and the thoughts
From so long ago
Go away
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Jun 2015 10:05pm
4th Jun 2015 10:05pm
Hide In The Night
The sky is white as the sun goes down
We squint and we stare to the west
To see it go and dark begin
The night will take the shining place
Though we've seen it all a million times
We still wonder when it all will end
What disaster waits for us?
What will nature send?
We still hide in the night
Since we had our caves we have done it all the same
We hide inside and wait for light
Since we know it will come in the dark of night
It always comes in the night
The sky is white as the sun comes up
And blinds us to the east
We...
We squint and we stare to the west
To see it go and dark begin
The night will take the shining place
Though we've seen it all a million times
We still wonder when it all will end
What disaster waits for us?
What will nature send?
We still hide in the night
Since we had our caves we have done it all the same
We hide inside and wait for light
Since we know it will come in the dark of night
It always comes in the night
The sky is white as the sun comes up
And blinds us to the east
We...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2015 1:55am
4th Jun 2015 1:55am
Making A Man
I have illness running through me
From head to toe I feel the wrath
There's no need to list the symptoms
Or the names of what I have
It's enough to know
I have them
And they've made me who I am
From head to toe I feel the wrath
There's no need to list the symptoms
Or the names of what I have
It's enough to know
I have them
And they've made me who I am
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 10:42pm
3rd Jun 2015 10:42pm
Circular
It's circular thinking
There is no A to B
The same old questions go round and round
Then circle on back to me
To the beginning
To the very start
Circling past the same old landmarks
Circular thinking
Can't follow the logical line
From start to end
Or A to B
I can't finish things
In a land of circular thought
Round and round and round
I've been here more than once before
Just keep that circular thinking
And circle back for more
Circular thinking
There is no A to B
The same old questions go round and round
Then circle on back to me
To the beginning
To the very start
Circling past the same old landmarks
Circular thinking
Can't follow the logical line
From start to end
Or A to B
I can't finish things
In a land of circular thought
Round and round and round
I've been here more than once before
Just keep that circular thinking
And circle back for more
Circular thinking
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2015 3:12am
3rd Jun 2015 3:12am
Beginner
I'm just a beginner
Never done this before
I fear the mistakes I'm bound to make
And the shame I will feel
I hope for help but I'm mostly alone here
Left to my own devices to find my own way
And carve out my own space in this place
Just another to sink or swim
I wonder which it will be
Never done this before
I fear the mistakes I'm bound to make
And the shame I will feel
I hope for help but I'm mostly alone here
Left to my own devices to find my own way
And carve out my own space in this place
Just another to sink or swim
I wonder which it will be
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