Submissions by vuxus_tuxsusa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2010 9:52am
22nd Aug 2010 9:52am
insect life
some are born to worms
fat pink worms
that crawl along the
cold wet walls
of delapidated buildings
it's hard to remember
memories.
do I still have any?
we don't even feel
the need to remember
perhaps there was
an atomic explosion,
perhaps zombies,
diseases, hiding, hibernation
it seems so distant
some are born to cats
scruffy black famelic cats
lying under stairscases
in the acid rains,
litter being blown in their face
there are few people
in this city,
we avoid the streets,
we...
fat pink worms
that crawl along the
cold wet walls
of delapidated buildings
it's hard to remember
memories.
do I still have any?
we don't even feel
the need to remember
perhaps there was
an atomic explosion,
perhaps zombies,
diseases, hiding, hibernation
it seems so distant
some are born to cats
scruffy black famelic cats
lying under stairscases
in the acid rains,
litter being blown in their face
there are few people
in this city,
we avoid the streets,
we...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Aug 2010 12:54pm
20th Aug 2010 12:54pm
untitled (2)
i lie under the tables
like the absent memory
of a dead one
floating like the
steam of wet socks
undesired
i curl round your legs
and climb up
to the center of the universe
but you are absent
the world is absent
when i reek of life
behind the veil
of language and laughter
stress and sadness
i grow like a weed
unwanted by rulers
forgotten by the blind
i climb up you
reaching within
provoking within you the unconfortable heat
of melting rock,
the uncertainty of this...
like the absent memory
of a dead one
floating like the
steam of wet socks
undesired
i curl round your legs
and climb up
to the center of the universe
but you are absent
the world is absent
when i reek of life
behind the veil
of language and laughter
stress and sadness
i grow like a weed
unwanted by rulers
forgotten by the blind
i climb up you
reaching within
provoking within you the unconfortable heat
of melting rock,
the uncertainty of this...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Aug 2010 12:51pm
20th Aug 2010 12:51pm
womanx10
Hand on arm
never an armchair of love.
kiss my elbow raw
and I'll lick your gums.
bath me in your hair.
Hand on abdomen
emergency button.
red raw lines blur
redifine arquitecture
of the body.
Stars reconfigure
in your inner lips
your hips hold up
the universe
like amazonian feline fish.
Colossal woman edifice.
I am an ant
I pull on your thin hairs
a love tickle.
but you squash me
quick and simple.
never an armchair of love.
kiss my elbow raw
and I'll lick your gums.
bath me in your hair.
Hand on abdomen
emergency button.
red raw lines blur
redifine arquitecture
of the body.
Stars reconfigure
in your inner lips
your hips hold up
the universe
like amazonian feline fish.
Colossal woman edifice.
I am an ant
I pull on your thin hairs
a love tickle.
but you squash me
quick and simple.
930 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Aug 2010 12:16pm
13th Aug 2010 12:16pm
soundwave sailor
where do you live?
where is your heart?
show me your city.
oh, of course, you are a sailor.
we go down the hills
through the grey mists,
lonely cars murmur past
we traverse the jungle
of buildings and power cables.
there is but one person
bidding us farewell
on the dusty shore,
but you're always facing
the sunset.
the golden crest of
the waves surrounding us,
reflect on your face,
they break and lap
against my mind.
we dissect galaxies,
philosophical geometry,
cut deep into the soul of the...
where is your heart?
show me your city.
oh, of course, you are a sailor.
we go down the hills
through the grey mists,
lonely cars murmur past
we traverse the jungle
of buildings and power cables.
there is but one person
bidding us farewell
on the dusty shore,
but you're always facing
the sunset.
the golden crest of
the waves surrounding us,
reflect on your face,
they break and lap
against my mind.
we dissect galaxies,
philosophical geometry,
cut deep into the soul of the...
826 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2010 12:13pm
13th Aug 2010 12:13pm
sex
Sex is Italy.
Sex is heat.
Sex is everything.
Sex is anytime.
Sex is death.
Sex is boredom.
Sex is food.
Sex is like
wine for the homeless
you detest so much.
Sex is heat.
Sex is everything.
Sex is anytime.
Sex is death.
Sex is boredom.
Sex is food.
Sex is like
wine for the homeless
you detest so much.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2010 11:45am
5th Aug 2010 11:45am
city lights
failed metropolitan city.
it's a quiet night tonight.
stars struggle to surface from the ocean.
the black sky pours over your buildings.
the freshness of it all is a paradox.
your streets are tred by
weird machines, silly cars,
dumb lights and lost children.
your french-vision artists
colude with numb poets
(with dead fish for pens).
although I have an apathy
towards you,
I must admit that as your young
manage easily to turn a blind eye
to these facts, they altogether
manage to give you a certain...
"feel"....
it's a quiet night tonight.
stars struggle to surface from the ocean.
the black sky pours over your buildings.
the freshness of it all is a paradox.
your streets are tred by
weird machines, silly cars,
dumb lights and lost children.
your french-vision artists
colude with numb poets
(with dead fish for pens).
although I have an apathy
towards you,
I must admit that as your young
manage easily to turn a blind eye
to these facts, they altogether
manage to give you a certain...
"feel"....
834 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Aug 2010 11:40am
5th Aug 2010 11:40am
before the music
the ensemble of canons rise
into the clouded sky
missiles erect, tense like
a bass-guitar string,
gas grenades unpinned,
purple breath anxious,
keen rifles gripped firmly
hands and bayonettes in the air...
conductor poised with baton...
into the clouded sky
missiles erect, tense like
a bass-guitar string,
gas grenades unpinned,
purple breath anxious,
keen rifles gripped firmly
hands and bayonettes in the air...
conductor poised with baton...
1081 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2010 9:55am
4th Jun 2010 9:55am
anti-bliss
Nothing smells worse than
This: Thursday evenings,
plastic trees growing
in the living room.
A burnt electrical circuit,
old magazines.
The slow disguise of time.
Nothing tastes worse than
This: empty coffee mugs,
computer screens and
flattened carpet.
A determined
noiseless noise.
Could He handle freedom?
This: Thursday evenings,
plastic trees growing
in the living room.
A burnt electrical circuit,
old magazines.
The slow disguise of time.
Nothing tastes worse than
This: empty coffee mugs,
computer screens and
flattened carpet.
A determined
noiseless noise.
Could He handle freedom?
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2010 9:53am
4th Jun 2010 9:53am
inifinty through jupiter
jupiter
brown white sphere
decoction of soil and onions
tell me of your power
grant me your strength in this time of weakness
allow summanus to rule nightly
allow the heavens to pour down oceans
drown us in your knowledge
rings, astral dust, magic
rings, astral dust, knowledge
bring about the spacial deliverance
which only night can remotely convey
jupiter, bend your arms
for the sake of stars
and the sake of art
and the sake of little life
gaseous melee of aeons
burn, in the emptiness of your knowledge...
brown white sphere
decoction of soil and onions
tell me of your power
grant me your strength in this time of weakness
allow summanus to rule nightly
allow the heavens to pour down oceans
drown us in your knowledge
rings, astral dust, magic
rings, astral dust, knowledge
bring about the spacial deliverance
which only night can remotely convey
jupiter, bend your arms
for the sake of stars
and the sake of art
and the sake of little life
gaseous melee of aeons
burn, in the emptiness of your knowledge...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th May 2010 9:07am
28th May 2010 9:07am
river through lake
like wind combing ancient cities,
slithering silently along the walls,
bathing the streets and houses;
the river in the lake runs through.
a surge of cool soothing energy,
an ultimate lifeform shaped as a tree,
its healing power streaming away;
the river in the lake runs through.
like the thick roots of mountains,
bending around monumental boulders,
burrowing deep in Her white breast,
the river in the lake runs through.
standing at the edge of the water,
surrounded by an ocean of winds,
enveloped in the scent of trees,...
slithering silently along the walls,
bathing the streets and houses;
the river in the lake runs through.
a surge of cool soothing energy,
an ultimate lifeform shaped as a tree,
its healing power streaming away;
the river in the lake runs through.
like the thick roots of mountains,
bending around monumental boulders,
burrowing deep in Her white breast,
the river in the lake runs through.
standing at the edge of the water,
surrounded by an ocean of winds,
enveloped in the scent of trees,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th May 2010 9:03am
28th May 2010 9:03am
burning cliffs
Purple Bible
Sweat, Blood and
Nocturnal Ocean Mist
Legs under a Dress
Naked trees stand
Moist soil groans
Pushing hands
Biting teeth
The Black earth
The White moon
The Black sea
The White breast
Rust in the eye
Eyes in the fire
Fire in the body
Body in hell
Body in heaven
Heaven falls
And We remain
Buried above
The fire is buried
With a golden ring
In the Suns tomb
Time shall die
Before we see them again...
Sweat, Blood and
Nocturnal Ocean Mist
Legs under a Dress
Naked trees stand
Moist soil groans
Pushing hands
Biting teeth
The Black earth
The White moon
The Black sea
The White breast
Rust in the eye
Eyes in the fire
Fire in the body
Body in hell
Body in heaven
Heaven falls
And We remain
Buried above
The fire is buried
With a golden ring
In the Suns tomb
Time shall die
Before we see them again...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2010 6:38am
15th May 2010 6:38am
an australian dawn
a lonely bird anounces
the coming of morning.
a cool mist, white and silent
like a skeleton
after a year-long night,
clears the air of fear
and the sleepless.
the buzz of insects
makes the air reverb
like the skin of a drum.
it reminds me of the
history of this land,
of the termite, fly,
of the snake.
soon the dim light
curved over the horizon
like a shirt over the back of a farmer,
will seep through the curtains,
the eyelids and the gum-leaves.
I feel a sense of uncertainty,
within the monstrous...
the coming of morning.
a cool mist, white and silent
like a skeleton
after a year-long night,
clears the air of fear
and the sleepless.
the buzz of insects
makes the air reverb
like the skin of a drum.
it reminds me of the
history of this land,
of the termite, fly,
of the snake.
soon the dim light
curved over the horizon
like a shirt over the back of a farmer,
will seep through the curtains,
the eyelids and the gum-leaves.
I feel a sense of uncertainty,
within the monstrous...
672 reads
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