Submissions by worstdays (Wayne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most times, I avoid rhymes.
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2012 2:02pm
15th Aug 2012 2:02pm
Sweet Deception
in my dream last night
you needed me
you kissed me
and said everything was okay
it was beautiful and pure
and we were together again
I said - you know you're killing me
please say this is real and true
so real - I can taste your lips
but now...
it's just another morning
you needed me
you kissed me
and said everything was okay
it was beautiful and pure
and we were together again
I said - you know you're killing me
please say this is real and true
so real - I can taste your lips
but now...
it's just another morning
1289 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 3:04am
11th Aug 2012 3:04am
What the funk?
This is weird
Where'd all the despair go?
Now I feel: NOTHING (pretty much... nothing).
Kind of dull and deadish.
I was used to
the anguish
this...
this is
depressing
and
worrisome.
Where'd all the despair go?
Now I feel: NOTHING (pretty much... nothing).
Kind of dull and deadish.
I was used to
the anguish
this...
this is
depressing
and
worrisome.
553 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2012 6:13pm
8th Aug 2012 6:13pm
Transformation
sadness and grief
are turning bitter
a shield
for a broken heart
a foul thing
that should be spit out
are turning bitter
a shield
for a broken heart
a foul thing
that should be spit out
654 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Aug 2012 10:32pm
6th Aug 2012 10:32pm
A Moment Between Words
A odd thing happened yesterday that I'm hesitant to write about. It left me with mixed feelings that I'm not entirely comfortable with. But, I think it needs telling.
My whole day was occupied by setting up and selling my stuff at a garage sale. It was a hot day and things were rather slow. I had time to contemplate the act of selling my worldly possessions to strangers, and that planted a seed for a poem I posted here later in the day.
Well, that's the prelude. I guess I'll word my way up to the odd occurrence. Late in the day I saw a passenger van stop out front....
My whole day was occupied by setting up and selling my stuff at a garage sale. It was a hot day and things were rather slow. I had time to contemplate the act of selling my worldly possessions to strangers, and that planted a seed for a poem I posted here later in the day.
Well, that's the prelude. I guess I'll word my way up to the odd occurrence. Late in the day I saw a passenger van stop out front....
753 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 11:05pm
4th Aug 2012 11:05pm
garage sale
sweltering hot summer day
with too much time to think
selling off the burden of my life
trading bits and pieces and memories for cash
this is not a voluntary uncluttering
it's a forced march into the desert
the vultures are picking at my bones
eating my soul - two bites for a dollar
with too much time to think
selling off the burden of my life
trading bits and pieces and memories for cash
this is not a voluntary uncluttering
it's a forced march into the desert
the vultures are picking at my bones
eating my soul - two bites for a dollar
720 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Aug 2012 9:50pm
3rd Aug 2012 9:50pm
Downy Woodpecker
Oh no...
I know that sound
a small thud
and the dull ringing tone
of a plate glass window
poor bird.
I walk to the window
to confirm my fear
yes, so sad
it's stunned
still some movement.
Please shake it off
go fly away
and live the rest
of your short life
please do not suffer.
I can't watch
must leave
will come back shortly
and hope for the best
please be okay.
Oh my
not dead yet
wings are still and flat
eyes blinking
does not look good.
Now it's sitting up...
I know that sound
a small thud
and the dull ringing tone
of a plate glass window
poor bird.
I walk to the window
to confirm my fear
yes, so sad
it's stunned
still some movement.
Please shake it off
go fly away
and live the rest
of your short life
please do not suffer.
I can't watch
must leave
will come back shortly
and hope for the best
please be okay.
Oh my
not dead yet
wings are still and flat
eyes blinking
does not look good.
Now it's sitting up...
706 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 10:06pm
1st Aug 2012 10:06pm
like a river
10.10.2004
Love is like a river...
in some way.
We're not sure how,
But, it's good.
Love is like a river...
in some way.
We're not sure how,
But, it's good.
633 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 3:28am
1st Aug 2012 3:28am
mystifies...
bird cries
early rise
time flies
blue skies
your eyes
I surmise
my demise
our sighs
no disguise
never lies
love thrives
emotional highs
nothing implies
what belies
big surprise
many whys
numerous tries
no reprise
need allies
please advise
heart denies
head defies
passion dies
sad goodbyes
early rise
time flies
blue skies
your eyes
I surmise
my demise
our sighs
no disguise
never lies
love thrives
emotional highs
nothing implies
what belies
big surprise
many whys
numerous tries
no reprise
need allies
please advise
heart denies
head defies
passion dies
sad goodbyes
737 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2012 10:00pm
30th Jul 2012 10:00pm
other you
what we had...
I'm stuck back there.
I'm still in that then.
with the other you.
that's all gone...
this is here.
this is now.
who are you?
I'm stuck back there.
I'm still in that then.
with the other you.
that's all gone...
this is here.
this is now.
who are you?
577 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2012 1:21am
29th Jul 2012 1:21am
Photo Booth Picture
on a lark
little booth
two dollars
pull the curtain
four images
black and white
two people
lovers
happy
silly
kissing
in love
take
me
back
again
little booth
two dollars
pull the curtain
four images
black and white
two people
lovers
happy
silly
kissing
in love
take
me
back
again
752 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2012 6:13am
27th Jul 2012 6:13am
Little Thieves
Mind the kibble,
lock it up tight.
Unseen mouses
work through the night.
Crunchy nuggets
left in a bowl.
Are carried away,
that is the goal.
Stashed in old shoes
and behind books.
Tucked under cushions,
they're little crooks.
No wonder the dog
named Cleo's so lean.
The mice are stealing
her canine cuisine.
lock it up tight.
Unseen mouses
work through the night.
Crunchy nuggets
left in a bowl.
Are carried away,
that is the goal.
Stashed in old shoes
and behind books.
Tucked under cushions,
they're little crooks.
No wonder the dog
named Cleo's so lean.
The mice are stealing
her canine cuisine.
716 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2012 4:02am
26th Jul 2012 4:02am
Advice
To one who was having a hectic day:
You have cats.
Scratch one on the head,
between the ears...
You'll both feel better.
You have cats.
Scratch one on the head,
between the ears...
You'll both feel better.
716 reads
6 Comments
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