Submissions by utimosflush
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am hoping to one day be able to truly connect how I feel with how everyone feels.
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 5:09am
24th Jan 2013 5:09am
Perspective
How long will you stay?
Preserving a multitude of circumstance,
Leaving there only possible room for chance
To be the component necessary to complete
The piece that can speak.
A lone autonomy that breaks through the
Myriad of
Redundancy.
That traps me
and keeps me
Exh aus ting
All options and themes to continue
Pumping nutrition into
The notion of good fortune-
And parity.
Not long I suppose.
Paradigm shift-
The current being a parody,
All things holding meaning similar
To a piece of...
Preserving a multitude of circumstance,
Leaving there only possible room for chance
To be the component necessary to complete
The piece that can speak.
A lone autonomy that breaks through the
Myriad of
Redundancy.
That traps me
and keeps me
Exh aus ting
All options and themes to continue
Pumping nutrition into
The notion of good fortune-
And parity.
Not long I suppose.
Paradigm shift-
The current being a parody,
All things holding meaning similar
To a piece of...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 4:17pm
22nd Jan 2013 4:17pm
Deja Vu
I am a blind man.
Not because I don’t possess the physical capabilities.
Of sight.
But there is nothing to see.
I stumble and fumble through the darkness
Hoping to reach
A point.
Of definite form.
My fingers grasp nothing but me.
Soon even the feel of my own skin...
Not because I don’t possess the physical capabilities.
Of sight.
But there is nothing to see.
I stumble and fumble through the darkness
Hoping to reach
A point.
Of definite form.
My fingers grasp nothing but me.
Soon even the feel of my own skin...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 5:04pm
18th Jan 2013 5:04pm
A Hope Deferred
A new beginning…
Crispness.
Surrounding the skin like
the softest of cold sheets wrapped around the body.
Chimerical Laughter.
Boring through the bore,
Excitement——E-l-e-c-t-r-i-c.
Eventually becoming expectant of
things to come,
A tempest of needs replacing
the simplicity of empty joy with
a STORM of seeds,
spilling out of the sky
Like tiny propellors
zigzagging lazily
a swarm cascades downwards
each twirling at a breakneck speed-
before long, barely landing,
into an assembly of
...
Crispness.
Surrounding the skin like
the softest of cold sheets wrapped around the body.
Chimerical Laughter.
Boring through the bore,
Excitement——E-l-e-c-t-r-i-c.
Eventually becoming expectant of
things to come,
A tempest of needs replacing
the simplicity of empty joy with
a STORM of seeds,
spilling out of the sky
Like tiny propellors
zigzagging lazily
a swarm cascades downwards
each twirling at a breakneck speed-
before long, barely landing,
into an assembly of
...
735 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 3:42am
18th Jan 2013 3:42am
Bubble
We were living in a dream you and I
Disregarding the rules of space and time
Placed in our very own place-
to dance and love life at our own pace,
unseen by the world’s judgement
which floods our mind with needs and choices
that’ll change our current fate
and force our escape
into the world of the awake.
But-
For now, let’s keep dreaming.
I want to keep believing in the feeling that keeps me here.
And for one last time fuck the world and its needs
for one...
Disregarding the rules of space and time
Placed in our very own place-
to dance and love life at our own pace,
unseen by the world’s judgement
which floods our mind with needs and choices
that’ll change our current fate
and force our escape
into the world of the awake.
But-
For now, let’s keep dreaming.
I want to keep believing in the feeling that keeps me here.
And for one last time fuck the world and its needs
for one...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 7:21am
17th Jan 2013 7:21am
Sobriety
When the muse is inside i must make haste
For I know that there is no time to waste…
Seldom do I get to truly realize
One of the feelings that I have inside.
So often have I tried within time—
But most confusing is the difference between whats mine and whats divine
For years I have not known the difference between me and them
For possibilities then seemed to have no end.
And so the infinity of ignorance is what I’ve continued to blend
With the miraculous mystery of how nothing became men.
...
For I know that there is no time to waste…
Seldom do I get to truly realize
One of the feelings that I have inside.
So often have I tried within time—
But most confusing is the difference between whats mine and whats divine
For years I have not known the difference between me and them
For possibilities then seemed to have no end.
And so the infinity of ignorance is what I’ve continued to blend
With the miraculous mystery of how nothing became men.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 7:17am
17th Jan 2013 7:17am
Realistic Pessimism
The voice.
Seldom speaks in understandable terms
But paints feelings far better than the exactest of words
Mystery surrounding it at all times
As it guides by disguising truths into lies
Truths that may incapacitate
And murder life
Quickly
Being squashed flat
bones immediately crushed
...
Seldom speaks in understandable terms
But paints feelings far better than the exactest of words
Mystery surrounding it at all times
As it guides by disguising truths into lies
Truths that may incapacitate
And murder life
Quickly
Being squashed flat
bones immediately crushed
...
500 reads
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