Submissions by venallerima (David C.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I Don’t Care (Under the Swaying Light)
I don’t care.
Please, don’t blame me for I have nearsightedness
I can’t even see beyond the closed door,
More so beyond the country’s border
I don’t care
Do you think the savory words
Those people-in-white utter matter
When cold metal is at my throat?
I don’t care
Others are dying, but I possibly soon would be
People in black are asking questions
Making me squeal the fiction I do not know of
I don’t care
Of master and mystiques, ghost and ghouls
While under the swaying light, accompanied with silhouettes
Which would...
Please, don’t blame me for I have nearsightedness
I can’t even see beyond the closed door,
More so beyond the country’s border
I don’t care
Do you think the savory words
Those people-in-white utter matter
When cold metal is at my throat?
I don’t care
Others are dying, but I possibly soon would be
People in black are asking questions
Making me squeal the fiction I do not know of
I don’t care
Of master and mystiques, ghost and ghouls
While under the swaying light, accompanied with silhouettes
Which would...
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Habitual Love
Deny: the simplest attempt he did.
Porcelain crashing: her complex, teary reply.
“You can’t prove anything”, he retorts.
“But you explain nothing!” she shouts
Man ruffles his head, admitting faultiness
She lowers the next projectile, waiting
Unveils from his pocket, golden rings
Six: Crude, chipped, carved, amateur’s work
Man takes wife’s fingers, places five.
“Here…”One. I. Give. The. World. To.
In thumb, he wears sixth. Yours.
Tears roll, kisses, then unholy noises.
The neighbors just sigh once again.
“At least once a month, eh?”
Porcelain crashing: her complex, teary reply.
“You can’t prove anything”, he retorts.
“But you explain nothing!” she shouts
Man ruffles his head, admitting faultiness
She lowers the next projectile, waiting
Unveils from his pocket, golden rings
Six: Crude, chipped, carved, amateur’s work
Man takes wife’s fingers, places five.
“Here…”One. I. Give. The. World. To.
In thumb, he wears sixth. Yours.
Tears roll, kisses, then unholy noises.
The neighbors just sigh once again.
“At least once a month, eh?”
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The Masseur
The drumming is two… ten beats per cycle
A worried heart hides beneath aroused flesh
The red gashes in her face threatens to explode
“A-are you su-sure about thi-this?”
The earth quakes under his steady feet,
From the rocking lamb at his mercy
Licking lips, staring back at the life hanging in the balance
“Don’t worry… I’ve done this before, you know…”
She further shrinks her body, wary, frightened
Flung in her little fling
Risked under intricate traps in this exotic path
“I’ll be gentle…”
The comfort soothes in the slow...
A worried heart hides beneath aroused flesh
The red gashes in her face threatens to explode
“A-are you su-sure about thi-this?”
The earth quakes under his steady feet,
From the rocking lamb at his mercy
Licking lips, staring back at the life hanging in the balance
“Don’t worry… I’ve done this before, you know…”
She further shrinks her body, wary, frightened
Flung in her little fling
Risked under intricate traps in this exotic path
“I’ll be gentle…”
The comfort soothes in the slow...
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Alien Tongue
He doesn’t understand, more so you cannot force him.
Doesn’t the fact elude you? Concrete as it may be?
Understand not, for within the letters, essence is trapped
More you see walls, more you try to break in
So, with your lush tongue we proceed. “Can agree with a…?”
You prep fallacies to convince, emotions as bars in a cage
Cannot fathom that it is poison, violent, which naturally he
Force back - this indignity you call archaic intellect. He defers,
Him be trapped in a cage? He defers. Viciously.
Doesn’t the fact elude you? Concrete as it may be?
Understand not, for within the letters, essence is trapped
More you see walls, more you try to break in
So, with your lush tongue we proceed. “Can agree with a…?”
You prep fallacies to convince, emotions as bars in a cage
Cannot fathom that it is poison, violent, which naturally he
Force back - this indignity you call archaic intellect. He defers,
Him be trapped in a cage? He defers. Viciously.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by venallerima (David C.)