Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I listen well and read even better =)
STORY POEM
Published
27th May 2013 7:01am
27th May 2013 7:01am
Spider
Envious the spider was
As she watched me eat at dawn.
Hiding like she always does,
I always think she's gone.
At noon she truly feels alone, more hungry at mid day.
I planned on lunch to be at home but I couldn't get away.
Dusk came slow as I returned to home, and my spider met my gaze.
I gave her a fly that I caught on my drive
and she happily scampered away.
As she watched me eat at dawn.
Hiding like she always does,
I always think she's gone.
At noon she truly feels alone, more hungry at mid day.
I planned on lunch to be at home but I couldn't get away.
Dusk came slow as I returned to home, and my spider met my gaze.
I gave her a fly that I caught on my drive
and she happily scampered away.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2013 6:58am
27th May 2013 6:58am
Dancer
A graceful dancer caught my heart,
Just as I began to fold.
So gently she did lay me down.
So faintly did I hear a sound.
December swept across the sky.
The dancer kept a vigil,candle light.
I thought I must be in a dream,
To believe I had this beauty queen.
But she fell sad and I didn't recognize:
Her voice grew quiet with pain in her eyes.
Her vigil still burning
into the month of may,
My dancer finally slipped away.
Into the woods of life
Or the city night,
She did not ever really say.
A graceful dancer...
Just as I began to fold.
So gently she did lay me down.
So faintly did I hear a sound.
December swept across the sky.
The dancer kept a vigil,candle light.
I thought I must be in a dream,
To believe I had this beauty queen.
But she fell sad and I didn't recognize:
Her voice grew quiet with pain in her eyes.
Her vigil still burning
into the month of may,
My dancer finally slipped away.
Into the woods of life
Or the city night,
She did not ever really say.
A graceful dancer...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2013 7:51am
28th Apr 2013 7:51am
Who?
When the river runs dry from the blistering sun,
and the sails have torn on your boat in distress,
don't call my name because I will not come.
I was only your last resort at best.
On occasion the idea presented itself
just enough to make you want to pursue,
the person that rarely said no to your whims,
out tonight,
for a ride,
by the light of the moon.
Indeed a friendship slightly remains,
but don't count on me for a holiday card.
Break down , no doubt, its all out ...
Its no different now than it was from the start.
You...
and the sails have torn on your boat in distress,
don't call my name because I will not come.
I was only your last resort at best.
On occasion the idea presented itself
just enough to make you want to pursue,
the person that rarely said no to your whims,
out tonight,
for a ride,
by the light of the moon.
Indeed a friendship slightly remains,
but don't count on me for a holiday card.
Break down , no doubt, its all out ...
Its no different now than it was from the start.
You...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 10:47pm
19th Apr 2013 10:47pm
colors
Roses are red
but my eyes see blue.
The sky turns black
when the moon says to.
Rainbow shadows highlight the way.
See what you want to.
Watch what you say.
Excited children find the color wheel.
They always say just what they feel.
Color the canvas from white to whatever.
The colors you use are yours forever.
The colors you favor are droplets in time:
a minute, an hour, an endless design...
The painting is finished at our last breath.
Gone is everything you've said....
but my eyes see blue.
The sky turns black
when the moon says to.
Rainbow shadows highlight the way.
See what you want to.
Watch what you say.
Excited children find the color wheel.
They always say just what they feel.
Color the canvas from white to whatever.
The colors you use are yours forever.
The colors you favor are droplets in time:
a minute, an hour, an endless design...
The painting is finished at our last breath.
Gone is everything you've said....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 8:08am
31st Mar 2013 8:08am
Mankind
Clover blankets cover where,
the seeds of pine could not compare.
The breeze in March flows through the trees,
gently touching the smallest things.
The fields of age do not display-
compassion,
no matter what you say.
If the sky is bright and clear at night,
You will awaken if it is the time....
to begin your journey or to say goodbye.
It is unknown who does decide.
Some do believe in one called God,
among the longest list of names.
And that is healthy if you so choose, to worship who created you....
-If that is what you...
the seeds of pine could not compare.
The breeze in March flows through the trees,
gently touching the smallest things.
The fields of age do not display-
compassion,
no matter what you say.
If the sky is bright and clear at night,
You will awaken if it is the time....
to begin your journey or to say goodbye.
It is unknown who does decide.
Some do believe in one called God,
among the longest list of names.
And that is healthy if you so choose, to worship who created you....
-If that is what you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2013 5:36am
30th Mar 2013 5:36am
Heal
I run faster in my world of dreams,
past the hope of many things,
in memory of how it seems-
I try to forget you.
Mistakes can be forgiven,
granted.
Recognize the time to heal.
I have not lived how I had planned it.
Sometimes I wish life was not real.
Evil will always be among us,
attempting to be in the way,
disguising itself in thoughts inside us,
leaving us in disarray.
A fool is me to think that change
can make you want more than you can.
If pain was simple we wouldn't feel it.
Yet pain is hard to...
past the hope of many things,
in memory of how it seems-
I try to forget you.
Mistakes can be forgiven,
granted.
Recognize the time to heal.
I have not lived how I had planned it.
Sometimes I wish life was not real.
Evil will always be among us,
attempting to be in the way,
disguising itself in thoughts inside us,
leaving us in disarray.
A fool is me to think that change
can make you want more than you can.
If pain was simple we wouldn't feel it.
Yet pain is hard to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 8:24am
2nd Mar 2013 8:24am
Blue Rain
You make the rain as blue as winter,
falling to the ground on this open blister.
Ever so gently it comes into view
from behind the fog , a miserable truth:
Fair maidens never felt the bliss
of an honest prince that does not exist.
Perpetrating a sincere reenactment,
It's what all of them do-
Men entertaining their lies
while the rain bleeds blue.
Take me away from a tortured reality.
Allow me a minute without all your agony.
If a penny was spent on everything you deny
I would be as rich as your intricate lie.
I always see...
falling to the ground on this open blister.
Ever so gently it comes into view
from behind the fog , a miserable truth:
Fair maidens never felt the bliss
of an honest prince that does not exist.
Perpetrating a sincere reenactment,
It's what all of them do-
Men entertaining their lies
while the rain bleeds blue.
Take me away from a tortured reality.
Allow me a minute without all your agony.
If a penny was spent on everything you deny
I would be as rich as your intricate lie.
I always see...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 10:53am
24th Feb 2013 10:53am
Change
I hope all the suffering that you think you do,
eats a path to the source of what you call the truth.
I hope the light is burning more than any sun
on that fair skinned bottom ,
in all those lies you've thought of....
I hope the future becomes closer to today,
when you realize the damage,
is now your permanent dismay.
Easy it is to let anyone suffer
as long as it amuses you.
It could be your friend or your young child's mother...
watching you acting a fool.
But when you bring it home
without hesitation,
only fueling the...
eats a path to the source of what you call the truth.
I hope the light is burning more than any sun
on that fair skinned bottom ,
in all those lies you've thought of....
I hope the future becomes closer to today,
when you realize the damage,
is now your permanent dismay.
Easy it is to let anyone suffer
as long as it amuses you.
It could be your friend or your young child's mother...
watching you acting a fool.
But when you bring it home
without hesitation,
only fueling the...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 10:41am
16th Nov 2012 10:41am
The Void
The battle to conquer the unknown inside
is without a name to identify..
the significance,
the change,
the truth of why.
It is a low
beyond comprehension.
It is a flow
of pain to ascension.
It is at home
inside me - not to mention-
the void that is real,
in place of where I use to feel...
gladness.
My armor is thick at certain times,
short lived-
my mind defeats me.
I tend to wonder how it is I survive ,
with this-
the void that beats me.
is without a name to identify..
the significance,
the change,
the truth of why.
It is a low
beyond comprehension.
It is a flow
of pain to ascension.
It is at home
inside me - not to mention-
the void that is real,
in place of where I use to feel...
gladness.
My armor is thick at certain times,
short lived-
my mind defeats me.
I tend to wonder how it is I survive ,
with this-
the void that beats me.
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 1:13am
26th Oct 2012 1:13am
Thoughts
Confine your thoughts
into that certain space,
that's a little too small,
and makes you sweat.
Confine your anger,
and your frowns,
and your gripes,
to: sudden death by lethal rejection.
Because your space is small by design,
only positive thinking will gladly be
accepted.
We do know,
you'll slip up sometimes,
but, nobody's perfect ,
as hard as we try.
Just let it go , and learn to move on,
and all of your thoughts will get along.
into that certain space,
that's a little too small,
and makes you sweat.
Confine your anger,
and your frowns,
and your gripes,
to: sudden death by lethal rejection.
Because your space is small by design,
only positive thinking will gladly be
accepted.
We do know,
you'll slip up sometimes,
but, nobody's perfect ,
as hard as we try.
Just let it go , and learn to move on,
and all of your thoughts will get along.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2012 11:40am
21st Oct 2012 11:40am
TRAIN
( ABOUT THE IN-LAWS I ONCE HAD )
I AM IN FRONT OF A ROLLING TRAIN
ITS COLD, ITS HOT, ITS ANYTHING.
YOU SHINE THROUGH LIKE TRANSPARENT SUN-
STRAIGHT IN THE EYES-
JUDGE OF MY LIFE...
TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW
IS, PUSHY AND MISTAKEN.
THE PIECES SCATTERED, THE TRUTH IN TOW,
JUST THE WAY YOU SHAPE THEM....
CLOSER COMES THE TRAIN.
I AM IN FRONT OF A ROLLING TRAIN
ITS COLD, ITS HOT, ITS ANYTHING.
YOU SHINE THROUGH LIKE TRANSPARENT SUN-
STRAIGHT IN THE EYES-
JUDGE OF MY LIFE...
TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW
IS, PUSHY AND MISTAKEN.
THE PIECES SCATTERED, THE TRUTH IN TOW,
JUST THE WAY YOU SHAPE THEM....
CLOSER COMES THE TRAIN.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2012 11:38am
21st Oct 2012 11:38am
ACTION
A LIFESPAN SHORTENS LIKE A MINI - DRESS
WHEN ALL YOU DO IS ACT OUT STRESS,
THEN SPILL THAT ACTION LIKE A DARK, RED WINE,
ALL OVER EVERYONE'S GOOD TIME.
WHEN ALL YOU DO IS ACT OUT STRESS,
THEN SPILL THAT ACTION LIKE A DARK, RED WINE,
ALL OVER EVERYONE'S GOOD TIME.
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