Submissions by Allison_Wonderland
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"After all, it seems to me that the truth, no matter what it is, is not so dreadful as uncertainty."
The Butterfly Effect
Tsunamis, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions
Natural disasters not caused by corruption,
But it helps us to believe everything is planned,
Even those things that are out of our hands,
So why don't we blame the wing flapping butterfly,
Her vengeance - the reason so many of us died.
I have an idea. Let's declare war.
And fight until she can flap her wings no more.
Natural disasters not caused by corruption,
But it helps us to believe everything is planned,
Even those things that are out of our hands,
So why don't we blame the wing flapping butterfly,
Her vengeance - the reason so many of us died.
I have an idea. Let's declare war.
And fight until she can flap her wings no more.
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You Are What You Eat
There was no way I was eating any;
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
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5 Comments
It's Time for the Eviction Notice
Although you are silent
To this visible world
An invisible cage,
You shelter a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.
If they were real people
They would be bipolar
Most likely have no friends
They'd surely be hated
And, with the shit they say
They might even be dead.
They keep me up at night
With constant arguments
That often times get violent.
And when words turn into fists
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.
They might pay their rent on time
But I'm paying a...
To this visible world
An invisible cage,
You shelter a few men
Who don't know how to quit
Talking to each other.
If they were real people
They would be bipolar
Most likely have no friends
They'd surely be hated
And, with the shit they say
They might even be dead.
They keep me up at night
With constant arguments
That often times get violent.
And when words turn into fists
I am pained with migraines
As their walls are my brain.
They might pay their rent on time
But I'm paying a...
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2 Comments
Mind f**ker
I bet you haven't kept track,
But two years ago today
I met you for the first time.
You still have nothing to say.
Was I asking for too much
When I asked you for your name?
I pay you for my pleasure,
Until now, you've shown no shame.
You hide behind your body,
But I'm fiending for your soul,
Just give me a little hint
As to why you're in this hole.
If you won't talk then I will:
I've been thinking quite a lot;
I think we should get married.
Yeah, I know it's a long shot.
We barely know each...
But two years ago today
I met you for the first time.
You still have nothing to say.
Was I asking for too much
When I asked you for your name?
I pay you for my pleasure,
Until now, you've shown no shame.
You hide behind your body,
But I'm fiending for your soul,
Just give me a little hint
As to why you're in this hole.
If you won't talk then I will:
I've been thinking quite a lot;
I think we should get married.
Yeah, I know it's a long shot.
We barely know each...
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3 Comments
Truth is...
You blame me
Because you sold your soul
For counterfeit dollars.
It is true.
In return for true emotions,
All I gave were empty words.
But you trusted me.
Didn't I tell you
When we first met
I am the devil?
Those were the first
And only true words
I ever gave you.
And those were the only ones
You decided not to trust.
So do not blame me.
It is not my fault.
Blame yourself.
Because you sold your soul
For counterfeit dollars.
It is true.
In return for true emotions,
All I gave were empty words.
But you trusted me.
Didn't I tell you
When we first met
I am the devil?
Those were the first
And only true words
I ever gave you.
And those were the only ones
You decided not to trust.
So do not blame me.
It is not my fault.
Blame yourself.
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Origins of Deception
It was actually quite simple.
She loved you both
In equal yet different ways,
And she was determined
To keep you both,
But you gave her an ultimatum,
(One the other never would)
And of course she told you
That she would not lose you
Over a drink,
And of course she knew
But did not say
That she would not lose booze
Over you, so
With your ultimatum
That begged for drastic change
All you did was turn her
Into a liar.
She loved you both
In equal yet different ways,
And she was determined
To keep you both,
But you gave her an ultimatum,
(One the other never would)
And of course she told you
That she would not lose you
Over a drink,
And of course she knew
But did not say
That she would not lose booze
Over you, so
With your ultimatum
That begged for drastic change
All you did was turn her
Into a liar.
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Disappearing Acts
We were each our own color
Until my life merged into yours,
And we became one,
The tie dyed shirt
On the hippy's back.
We still had some distinctions
Until my life disappeared in yours
And we were both gone,
The joint smoke
The hippy blows into space.
Until my life merged into yours,
And we became one,
The tie dyed shirt
On the hippy's back.
We still had some distinctions
Until my life disappeared in yours
And we were both gone,
The joint smoke
The hippy blows into space.
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The Missing Piece
I am a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle.
If I could pinpoint who ripped me apart
And scattered my pieces like bread for birds,
I'm not sure if I'd hug them or hurt them.
I guess that would depend upon whether
Or not I could pinpoint exactly who
had put them together in the first place.
If I could pinpoint who ripped me apart
And scattered my pieces like bread for birds,
I'm not sure if I'd hug them or hurt them.
I guess that would depend upon whether
Or not I could pinpoint exactly who
had put them together in the first place.
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On Silence to the Blind
The unseen moonlight that touches his face
Is justification enough for his
useless celebration of self-pity.
The silence makes him think about silence.
Silence added to blindness makes the air
seem toxic. The quiet is equivalent
to death slower than a burning cigar.
He thinks until a deafening siren
breaks the fearful silence to remind him
that he still remains partially alive,
To remind him that with the eviction
of sight comes the need to adjust to life
as the basket case he's grudgingly become.
Is justification enough for his
useless celebration of self-pity.
The silence makes him think about silence.
Silence added to blindness makes the air
seem toxic. The quiet is equivalent
to death slower than a burning cigar.
He thinks until a deafening siren
breaks the fearful silence to remind him
that he still remains partially alive,
To remind him that with the eviction
of sight comes the need to adjust to life
as the basket case he's grudgingly become.
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Lunacy
If writing poetry was your thing,
And you wrote a poem for me,
I imagine it'd go something like this:
"Who is the world to define what's insane?
Why is it normal for society to deem you crazy
Enough times for your naive soul to believe it?
I'm here to let you know that your theoretical madness
Is what makes this world so beautiful.
And I welcome the world to disagree,
For, after all, isn't the denial of compliments
The most natural of phenomena?"
And you wrote a poem for me,
I imagine it'd go something like this:
"Who is the world to define what's insane?
Why is it normal for society to deem you crazy
Enough times for your naive soul to believe it?
I'm here to let you know that your theoretical madness
Is what makes this world so beautiful.
And I welcome the world to disagree,
For, after all, isn't the denial of compliments
The most natural of phenomena?"
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The Motherf**ker
Dark Sunday mornings
at the deserted subway station,
she waits far from the man smelling like piss
for the train back uptown.
She comes
from a place where her name
is neither asked nor given,
From a place where perfume
is used to cover up the smell
of her own cheap perfume,
From a place where she loses: Loses
her pride, her mind, any hope for change.
But she's learned to lose
less tears than she lost last year.
She gains very little from such losses:
Just enough...
at the deserted subway station,
she waits far from the man smelling like piss
for the train back uptown.
She comes
from a place where her name
is neither asked nor given,
From a place where perfume
is used to cover up the smell
of her own cheap perfume,
From a place where she loses: Loses
her pride, her mind, any hope for change.
But she's learned to lose
less tears than she lost last year.
She gains very little from such losses:
Just enough...
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3 Comments
Haikus of Humanity: A Single Grain
Sunlight reflecting
From the ocean of her eyes
Reminds me of stone.
The stone has no face,
But it sparkles the language
Of the universe.
The universe says,
"You're collectively one grain
Of colorless sand."
The sand forms beaches
Of history, and makes love
To the vast ocean.
The ocean knows all.
Your eyes tell time's full story.
They know the language.
From the ocean of her eyes
Reminds me of stone.
The stone has no face,
But it sparkles the language
Of the universe.
The universe says,
"You're collectively one grain
Of colorless sand."
The sand forms beaches
Of history, and makes love
To the vast ocean.
The ocean knows all.
Your eyes tell time's full story.
They know the language.
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