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lethargy12 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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The Cruellest PunishmentThe Cruellest Punishment9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Artist
take this dirty brush
and lock it away from me:
do not give it back.
Poet
stop the shaft of light,
let inspiration darken;
my pen will silence.
Lover
lava-lamp penis
cut clean at the bloody root:
seal closed the heart valve.
__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm Sorry
By Tony Tran
Dear Son,
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at
E-motion9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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New Eyes Looking OutNew Eyes Looking Out8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fight for hardship altered,
to shun the regal power of Temptation
and block the circle's hold on Change.
Control keenly kept;
the diversity of Challenge won
over at last perhaps.
Heal a spirit burned by silence;
turn a hand to head the sign of Passion
consumed and tormenting inwards.
Question stability bound in wealth;
the onyx eagerly awaits new Life
while trussed in silver.
Retribution twists within many patterns;
lease the house of tinder and ballast
to float a folded napkin showing Truth.
Fight for hardship altered,
for Freedom's leash extended and
the eyes of shaded pearl still electric.
Sweet ObsessionSweet Obsession8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My nights are filled with dreams of you,
holding hands as the sweet sun sets.
Heartbeats grow faster, but I slowly break,
these memories of you I will never be able to erase.
I weep from the inside out,
every teardrop counting every moment spent with you.
Nourishing them like a garden of roses,
as I long for you more and more with each passing day.
Never tell me it's just my imagination,
but your smile tells me that you're insecure.
You choke your pillow every night trying to hide the truth,
how much you need me too.
Just tell me that you're hurting,
and I'll find the strength within to save you.
I promise I'll keep you safe fro
Surreptitious FutureSurreptitious Future9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disturbed by a smack to the belly,
my bitter rain from the cloud unburdened
stains the bedroom carpet.
Rushed to clear the wasted future
breathing no more sensitively than a tree
my husband breaks the band of marriage -
leaves the deranged existence.
He will not consider mortal pain,
my desire to please the eager mother inside:
my body curls to join the life on the floor.
Of carved paper, and caved stomach,
the pretty baby no longer intact,
hot water called for and senseless oblivion -
drifts beyond the shaded soul of pencil grey.
Gaining into a Better MindGaining into a Better Mind9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You do not hear do you,
the evil voice in the head
atop your own Atlas shoulders:
but those words and patterns
push to one edge
of your personal world
all of the good in you.
A hill to crest
and an open field
blooming with all-over white
and yellow/gold:
pleasure-principle -
more is better; open, greater.
The sun is large/rising.
Your skin glitters darkly,
avoiding sensual ecstasy:
Yes, you don't let them touch you,
but still, I see some portion -
a light breeze perhaps -
grazes an open-area -
the back of a hand.
Dark moody turbulence
rules in a sense-seeking brain -
sought in seclusion;
veins are for blood.
Yes.
Gri
Subsistence on Old BonesSubsistence on Old Bones9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The cat claws
like a reptile on my back:
his name is anger;
I feed the flames
with a spoon,
screwing up my features:
closing off my my my mind:
catatonic: cataclysm:
cat scream -
piercing the night,
howling to the moon:
it is me
the fence is weak.
In tatters, my shirt glued
softly to my back,
I sweat in an alley
with blood
on my hands.
Cat-fish:
pouting in the dark:
evasive.
Beginning Form - Yu bei shiBeginning Form - Yu bei shi9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Centre the Universe on this pin,
stand here at the head and stroke calm.
Imagine the Italian coastline,
fair and clear rolling water.
Focus on the distance inside,
hear the tranquillity of roses pearling awake.
Stand apart and empty, chaste serenity,
innocent purity concentrating on not thinking.
Stretch to see the first golden maroon leaves,
it's Autumn in your soul, rejuvenation approaches.
Organise the fortified structures within,
inhale twice slowly, and breathe for the first time.
Curve for the placidity of the lake,
no swords to hand to carve the legend in twain.
Prepare the warrior inside for leaving,
surround him in joy
RendezvousRendezvous9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Part I
It's a deep-world in which I breathe,
right at the centre,
feeling the Earth,
breathing its life.
How quickly he revolves around me,
such speed as never seen;
this place is not haunted,
it just feels that way.
I can feel the eyes that watch me,
peering from corners
that I can't let exist,
this sphere is mine.
Control is what it should come to,
but I cannot see from where;
I doubt it will,
but I could be in danger.
I feel the throb through the floor.
I hear its breathing,
and in time, my own;
so I don't try to steal it away.
The light is black down in this centre,
but I see it perfectly;
the light is too dark to v
Meet the FamilyMeet the Family9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a cold,
unhelpful mother;
without concern
for my offspring:
spring has sprung -
giving me no return
for all my money
and hard-grunting effort.
What can you do
with dead-weight embryos? -
they cannot be eaten,
or placed in the freezer.
I am a handsome,
effective father;
with a pair of daughters,
and a handsome son,
to take good care of.
I hide them all:
from winter
and her nails -
like claws;
like talons;
store them away.
They will soon learn to fly.
I am a quiet,
uncomfortable daughter;
with a heart of softness,
and an eye without prejudice.
And I am the son they really wanted.
Seeking to Keep Some IllusionsSeeking to Keep Some Illusions9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Culture an aromatic soul,
like mould on a cheeseboard;
savour the narcotic inhalation of woman,
and prepare yourself for war.
Touch the brand against this spot,
encrust the skin, or flip a light switch;
bejewel her hair with onyx and light,
and hunger not to speak.
Bite down to break the strawberry surface,
the wild free pips, the subtle soft flesh dissolve;
serve required notice to lust,
the space is needed for firmer substance.
Thought CaveThought Cave9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drinking from this convex dish of soup,
the spills and drips of thought from a mind so strong
belie whatever truth and knowledge once lived there.
Maybe she will never hurt me again,
never try to carve the wooden heart in me again,
or start the ache in my chest and belly.
The stark needles of a daydream prickle the moment,
twisting my thoughts into abstraction which will not leave
when I ask it.
This touch not felt is causing me so much damage,
and the mind inside my skull insists on sitting
while the sound of touching is too loud.
In PiecesIn Pieces2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay. Your lips say that you love, your eyes say that you hate. There's truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, what you build you lay to waste.
For I am forever broken, and your face, it radiates with the beauty of soft rains, calm in its tranquility, and capable of terrible deeds.
There's truth in your lies, doubt in your faith, all I've got's what you didn't take.
And I fucking hate you for what you've made me, this abomination incapable of love or conscious affection. Your contradicting malice impedes my ability to function, and for that, I should thank you, for no one will e
Burning BrightBurning Bright2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I feel like there is no need for conversation. Some questions are better left, without a reason. And I would rather reveal myself than my, situation. Now and then I consider... my hesitation.
I'm not asleep, but neither am I awake. My mind has been placed in a lucid state, in the heart of raw emotion that can only exist in my bedroom. But I'm not there. I'm in a darker place, and the faint sound of a bedside alarm pushes through into my conscious thought.
The more the light shines through me, I pretend to close my eyes. The more the dark consumes me, I pretend I'm burning, burning bright.
But now my eyes are awake and I'm quaking i
destination oneIf I get out of this life alivedestination one3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll defeat new ends
with contradiction
and nonsense.
Creating a mind
that mimics the heart;
ah, now there's a war
(for a goal).
four years of neverAgain, as before,four years of never3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is one of many nights
I've wanted you here, Dear Friend.
The warmth of your body next to mine
to keep the shadows out of my veins,
the passion of your words
to keep my mind from drifting
into our difficult night garden's
compost.
You see, Dear Friend,
the dead have been gathering
outside of my door
as my memory begins to drift
into places and times I never wanted,
where uncertain future
failed to bind them into submission.
& tonight I want you here,
for I have laced my boots with fire
for the war against my own
self-induced emptiness
and require your steady hands
to help us reclaim the love
that fi
Seasonal ChangeSeasonal Change7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air is cold, and
every word that
drops
from
your
lips
freezes and hits the tiles
like a bottle top--
clink, clunk.
I scoop them into a plastic
cup of lemonade
(the sugary kind we spilled on the sand
when the sun was pink and the ocean green
and the sky overhead was an empty canvas),
and drink them in toast
(more lemon than ade)
to the death of warm charms,
the birth of winter chill.
06_Anathema06_Anathema9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
soft
warm wind
fills this hollow once again
as i share
a moment with
the faithful friend i have in disappointment
night casts her cloak
cold and restless
and just before i slip
into the cleansing bath of sleep
what light still falls
through the window shades
falls onto a faded picture of...
but now i lay dreaming
of lonely walls
a small but open window
shows to me a garden full of roses
painted with desire
blooming slowly, dressed with tears and dew
reaching for the lesser
since the one i want is out of reach
bending for this will
even though i only draw back thorns
so am i just unwilling
to question my convictions in
Pain 9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Puzzle PiecesPuzzle Pieces9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Have you ever had a revelation? One of those points in your life that will make the biggest difference in your future? Well, I had one today. And I was beyond surprised when I realised how much it was apart of my life.
I am a puzzle piece.
Let's be honest. Everyone is a puzzle piece. And when you have a numerous number of puzzle pieces lying before you, it makes you realise just how significant, unique and special each one of us really is.
Some pieces that are the same - they area part of the same area – from the same cookie-cutter so to speak. You put them together, and what do you know; they fit so well together, you would think that
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