Submissions by upomeno
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 5:49am
18th Nov 2017 5:49am
Dear Reader
I want you to know
Reader,
Who she really is.
Cause I think she can sometimes be afraid to tell you
And I think its, in part, because she is much more passionate and intense
Than most people I know
And I think that is the true nature of her depression
It is not a depression that you feel sadness from
Or a disparity of not understanding
On the contrary
It is a keen perception
A fine tuned sensitivity to the world
And the nuances of emotions
That most gloss over.
It is the intensity that one feels in life
And the...
Reader,
Who she really is.
Cause I think she can sometimes be afraid to tell you
And I think its, in part, because she is much more passionate and intense
Than most people I know
And I think that is the true nature of her depression
It is not a depression that you feel sadness from
Or a disparity of not understanding
On the contrary
It is a keen perception
A fine tuned sensitivity to the world
And the nuances of emotions
That most gloss over.
It is the intensity that one feels in life
And the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 5:23am
18th Nov 2017 5:23am
Polaroid Personality Disorder
I hope you dont become a photograph
Where your movements slow down
And your smile rests
Until you have your perfect smile
With your head slightly tilted
And your long black hair
Falling to its sides
And your glasses resting comfortable
To magnify your brilliant eyes
Staring at me
As the color of your skin
Turns to a soft sepia
Slightly blurry
With a white, square border
Magnetically suspended on my refrigerator…
Where your movements slow down
And your smile rests
Until you have your perfect smile
With your head slightly tilted
And your long black hair
Falling to its sides
And your glasses resting comfortable
To magnify your brilliant eyes
Staring at me
As the color of your skin
Turns to a soft sepia
Slightly blurry
With a white, square border
Magnetically suspended on my refrigerator…
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Nov 2017 3:28am
15th Nov 2017 3:28am
Conduit
She rides a wild stallion
He walks on his own two feet.
Lightning strikes when they hold hands.
He walks on his own two feet.
Lightning strikes when they hold hands.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2017 11:59pm
27th Oct 2017 11:59pm
The Concave Mirror
If I could take those words
Of "sadness" and "stress" and "anxiety"
Compress them tightly into a solid,
Small, black rock of depression
Place it on the spoon
Light a small flame from beneath it
To see it heat up
With the steam of hope
And inhale deeply its fumes
Giving me the eurphic jolt
Of wonder and excitement
That life is suddenly fun
Full of opportunity, void of responsibility
The vivid colors of magenta and cyan
Casting its purple haze
As my skin dances to the vibrations
All that is alive within my head ...
Of "sadness" and "stress" and "anxiety"
Compress them tightly into a solid,
Small, black rock of depression
Place it on the spoon
Light a small flame from beneath it
To see it heat up
With the steam of hope
And inhale deeply its fumes
Giving me the eurphic jolt
Of wonder and excitement
That life is suddenly fun
Full of opportunity, void of responsibility
The vivid colors of magenta and cyan
Casting its purple haze
As my skin dances to the vibrations
All that is alive within my head ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2017 5:29am
8th Oct 2017 5:29am
Tell me one more time, I forgot
Who am I to you
When I say those words
That I want to say
What do you hear
Do they sing and play
How do your lips move
When I show my heart
Where do your eyes stare
After I paint my art
Is there an after thought
Of what I mean to you
If I'm just an echo
Of your own desires
Your own self worth
Are the seductive fires
Then my efforts in knowing you
are like the affirmations of the ego
The shadows from light
The memory of moments ago
And I am only a reminder
That you are still desired ...
When I say those words
That I want to say
What do you hear
Do they sing and play
How do your lips move
When I show my heart
Where do your eyes stare
After I paint my art
Is there an after thought
Of what I mean to you
If I'm just an echo
Of your own desires
Your own self worth
Are the seductive fires
Then my efforts in knowing you
are like the affirmations of the ego
The shadows from light
The memory of moments ago
And I am only a reminder
That you are still desired ...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2017 3:32am
25th Sep 2017 3:32am
The Mundane Prophet
I wake up in the morning
Have my coffee and cigarettes
Drive to work.
Do work.
Eat lunch.
Go home.
At home, I relax and watch TV
Make dinner for myself.
As I lie in bed, reading a book,
or browsing the internet.
My mind starts to unreel
Wander, think, ponder
I’m not doing anything extraterrestrial
Trying to change the world
Or trying to make myself a better something
I run my fingers through my mustache and beard
Contemplate the longevity of my life
If I died now, what would happen? ...
Have my coffee and cigarettes
Drive to work.
Do work.
Eat lunch.
Go home.
At home, I relax and watch TV
Make dinner for myself.
As I lie in bed, reading a book,
or browsing the internet.
My mind starts to unreel
Wander, think, ponder
I’m not doing anything extraterrestrial
Trying to change the world
Or trying to make myself a better something
I run my fingers through my mustache and beard
Contemplate the longevity of my life
If I died now, what would happen? ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2017 3:40pm
30th Jul 2017 3:40pm
Silence
You mistook my ambiguity for certainty.
I mistook your certainty for fear.
And in our disagreements, love was the cud
While pain was the meal.
In my silence, I sought balance,
Friendship and understanding
In your silence, I sought tenderness,
Companionship and inspiration
If the silence is sustained
Noise from other areas of life will grow
And the fear that your voice will be faint
And your vision dim
And your touch strange
Will be inevitable
I mistook your certainty for fear.
And in our disagreements, love was the cud
While pain was the meal.
In my silence, I sought balance,
Friendship and understanding
In your silence, I sought tenderness,
Companionship and inspiration
If the silence is sustained
Noise from other areas of life will grow
And the fear that your voice will be faint
And your vision dim
And your touch strange
Will be inevitable
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 1:01pm
20th Jul 2017 1:01pm
Going Green
I hope I have learned my lesson
Learned it deeply
To my core
That I can go green.
I am not talking about eating leafy vegetables
Or choosing Non-GMO over GMO
It is not about recycling or using less plastic
Or paper over styrofoam
I challenge myself to come out from this red room of isolation
That heats my body's temperature from the inside out
While waiting for my judge to convict me of hedonism
Sacrifice. Discipline.
That is what my Jiminy Crickett keeps reminding me.
And I think, "But there are books to be had! Movies! Drinks!...
Learned it deeply
To my core
That I can go green.
I am not talking about eating leafy vegetables
Or choosing Non-GMO over GMO
It is not about recycling or using less plastic
Or paper over styrofoam
I challenge myself to come out from this red room of isolation
That heats my body's temperature from the inside out
While waiting for my judge to convict me of hedonism
Sacrifice. Discipline.
That is what my Jiminy Crickett keeps reminding me.
And I think, "But there are books to be had! Movies! Drinks!...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 5:18am
18th Jul 2017 5:18am
Interpreting Words and Symbols
The Initiate. The beginning.
Disciplining the Higher Self.
Complimentary opposites. The Penis and Vagina.
The Father House of Science
The Child. The idea.
The Spoken Word brings forth reality. The Mother Tongue.
Mercy balanced by Severity
The gate of liberation is through the Four Elements
Ether. The Five Points
Behold! Forgiveness...
The third eye.
The Pine-Shaped Heart
Piercing the Path
The Nail of the Warrior
The Glory of Life.
Real Life.
We welcome you to our...
Disciplining the Higher Self.
Complimentary opposites. The Penis and Vagina.
The Father House of Science
The Child. The idea.
The Spoken Word brings forth reality. The Mother Tongue.
Mercy balanced by Severity
The gate of liberation is through the Four Elements
Ether. The Five Points
Behold! Forgiveness...
The third eye.
The Pine-Shaped Heart
Piercing the Path
The Nail of the Warrior
The Glory of Life.
Real Life.
We welcome you to our...
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 7:51pm
15th Jul 2017 7:51pm
Orgasmic Phoenix
In my solitude
My meditations
Intellectual stimulations
To set down work into a form concretized by my hands
I am patient, yet furious
Hasty, but with care
Shaping the the letters into words
Transforming the words into meanings
And tying the thread from each part to the next to give it a wholeness.
It is there. Together. But it lays on the table. Lifeless.
Like Frankenstein freshly dug up. Put together by three parts human, one part dead.
Where is the fifth element?
How do I arouse the vitality in this creation? ...
My meditations
Intellectual stimulations
To set down work into a form concretized by my hands
I am patient, yet furious
Hasty, but with care
Shaping the the letters into words
Transforming the words into meanings
And tying the thread from each part to the next to give it a wholeness.
It is there. Together. But it lays on the table. Lifeless.
Like Frankenstein freshly dug up. Put together by three parts human, one part dead.
Where is the fifth element?
How do I arouse the vitality in this creation? ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 3:56am
13th Jul 2017 3:56am
How Do You Want to Be f**ked?
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 3:25am
13th Jul 2017 3:25am
Rollicking
I lay is this sea of listlessness
Drowning in nothing
Fighting to stay above the current
That prevents me from possibly going into despair
Or depression
Or worse:
Hopelessness.
If I ruffle the waters
I might enjoy them too much
Delight in their tickles
Beg for more
Wallow in its elation
Keep still, I tell myself
The end is near
And in there you will know the truth
Of your time
...I a'shore you
Drowning in nothing
Fighting to stay above the current
That prevents me from possibly going into despair
Or depression
Or worse:
Hopelessness.
If I ruffle the waters
I might enjoy them too much
Delight in their tickles
Beg for more
Wallow in its elation
Keep still, I tell myself
The end is near
And in there you will know the truth
Of your time
...I a'shore you
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