Submissions by HellzLips (Hellz Lips)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write to a melody
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 4:58pm
16th Jul 2014 4:58pm
Above Her Garden
A rose above her garden
The dusty watering can
Rainless dirt patch, brittle
Anemic roots distend
Imagoes find no ground here
Trusses and blades dulled brown
Origin of the famine treaty
Removal of the briar crown
Sincerest of the perennials
Legatee of the sepia yard
Exposing overlapping petals
Wrinkled, puce, tinctured of nard
Monoliths crumbled, wanting
Yesterday’s sun beheld
Rose of recompense, sure
Outré endogenous bell
Slowly, the wasteland recrudesced
Even souls succumb to desperation
The dusty watering can
Rainless dirt patch, brittle
Anemic roots distend
Imagoes find no ground here
Trusses and blades dulled brown
Origin of the famine treaty
Removal of the briar crown
Sincerest of the perennials
Legatee of the sepia yard
Exposing overlapping petals
Wrinkled, puce, tinctured of nard
Monoliths crumbled, wanting
Yesterday’s sun beheld
Rose of recompense, sure
Outré endogenous bell
Slowly, the wasteland recrudesced
Even souls succumb to desperation
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 7:48am
4th Jul 2014 7:48am
Latent Slip
I encouraged myself, and stuffed down my humility,
Venturing down the royal road.
I cannot say, and truth I swear,
Recall the forms and manifestations enough to profile.
I coined myself sheltered and, though modest I was in countering,
Transference became the most blinding against the dark.
The presentation was magnificent, but independent of the politics,
Desires bludgeoned the angel on my right.
The crystal top hat, of bridge resting width on my face,
Molded over the she-giant’s brow in lieu of shattering.
She welcomed me onto her ass’s...
Venturing down the royal road.
I cannot say, and truth I swear,
Recall the forms and manifestations enough to profile.
I coined myself sheltered and, though modest I was in countering,
Transference became the most blinding against the dark.
The presentation was magnificent, but independent of the politics,
Desires bludgeoned the angel on my right.
The crystal top hat, of bridge resting width on my face,
Molded over the she-giant’s brow in lieu of shattering.
She welcomed me onto her ass’s...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2014 5:46am
14th Jun 2014 5:46am
Liar's Kin
There is nothing porous of a liar’s skin
The sweat just ureic condensation
The only product of frigid machines
The seals preclude incineration
The formula is so familiar
The scent recalls welled lacrimal tears
Outshining Apollo to cleanse the stain
A secret consumed by gullible ears
Rub two sticks and watch the tender
The smoke faintest through a grin
Eventually we all surrender
Becoming but a liar’s kin
The sweat just ureic condensation
The only product of frigid machines
The seals preclude incineration
The formula is so familiar
The scent recalls welled lacrimal tears
Outshining Apollo to cleanse the stain
A secret consumed by gullible ears
Rub two sticks and watch the tender
The smoke faintest through a grin
Eventually we all surrender
Becoming but a liar’s kin
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2014 11:45pm
3rd Jun 2014 11:45pm
Ectopia Cordis
What fell beyond the fence
Was never handled with care
Or at all, all the days it sunk
Mush made to muck
A draped thoraxic pen
The drum, stubborn, steady
Up to the end, and fair
Notes plucked by Eros
A vestigial strum
It should be garbage
No, never found upon my land
Nor never the tilted tempo
Did tremble in my ear
Though it throbbed its loudest
When I thought it, in a moment
Was there
Was never handled with care
Or at all, all the days it sunk
Mush made to muck
A draped thoraxic pen
The drum, stubborn, steady
Up to the end, and fair
Notes plucked by Eros
A vestigial strum
It should be garbage
No, never found upon my land
Nor never the tilted tempo
Did tremble in my ear
Though it throbbed its loudest
When I thought it, in a moment
Was there
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 3:59am
15th Mar 2014 3:59am
More More
The ponds don’t pine for a miracle
Flowing towards the river’s mouth
But just prefer a deeper water
To sink, certain which way is south
The winds don’t howl for a miracle
Blowing so the trees can dance
Just to see some peaceful sway
Motion, beauty in changing stance
The birds don’t sing for a miracle
Chirping so the young can learn
Just so, but more than instinct
Offspring, so love’s candle can burn
I will not hope for a miracle
Wasting efforts on an unsure thing
No need to search for something more
Nature, every...
Flowing towards the river’s mouth
But just prefer a deeper water
To sink, certain which way is south
The winds don’t howl for a miracle
Blowing so the trees can dance
Just to see some peaceful sway
Motion, beauty in changing stance
The birds don’t sing for a miracle
Chirping so the young can learn
Just so, but more than instinct
Offspring, so love’s candle can burn
I will not hope for a miracle
Wasting efforts on an unsure thing
No need to search for something more
Nature, every...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 5:35am
25th Feb 2014 5:35am
Our Place With Them
He who walks with animals
With joy and pairing of senses
His feet pace the paws and hooves
He walks well with companions
The smallest began the caravan
The humblest eaters the caboose
Shape and song distinguish slightly
Though hearts do thump in unison
With joy and pairing of senses
His feet pace the paws and hooves
He walks well with companions
The smallest began the caravan
The humblest eaters the caboose
Shape and song distinguish slightly
Though hearts do thump in unison
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Jan 2014 2:01am
28th Jan 2014 2:01am
A Letter of Little Depth, to None but Myself, A Scared Little Boy With a Girl’s Name
What presses against my thoughts that let me overcome everything that holds me so low? I am a scholar of emotion and behavior and response, I can identify depressive episodes, in others and within, and I can say in sincerity, I am low. The notion that I can be so low, and yet all my symptoms are internal, causes me pause and disbelief that I can actually get up in the morning, get up and prepare myself for a world that just objectifies me. I, like most, do not deserve anything from a cruel nature, I owe it back, and should pay it forward for whatever preset implications caused me to assemble,...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 9:28am
6th Jan 2014 9:28am
Oh
Oh, lonely, I am one with all that’s left
Left behind in holes of theft
Theft of life that turns to death
Death that walks upon this cleft
Oh, lonely, I can speak to those unspoken
Cries of lives with penance broken
I alone can watch the token
But cash it not, my lot is joking
Oh, lonely, I can do no evil willing
All my wrongs merely fulfilling
The longing thirst that sits distilling
In my gut which I am spilling
Oh, lonely, I counted petals off a rose
And she would love me I suppose
If I had not destroyed the prose...
Left behind in holes of theft
Theft of life that turns to death
Death that walks upon this cleft
Oh, lonely, I can speak to those unspoken
Cries of lives with penance broken
I alone can watch the token
But cash it not, my lot is joking
Oh, lonely, I can do no evil willing
All my wrongs merely fulfilling
The longing thirst that sits distilling
In my gut which I am spilling
Oh, lonely, I counted petals off a rose
And she would love me I suppose
If I had not destroyed the prose...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Oct 2013 7:50pm
15th Oct 2013 7:50pm
A Minor Chord
Damn I miss her.”
“I know man, it sucks. But I’m glad to see you get off your ass and make it over to jam.”
“The hell does that mean?”
“I’ve just been worried about you, clinging on to a girl that did you wrong. But you ain’t moping around now, you got out and we’re gonna finish this song. If we get this down, we could even play it at Epicure next Thursday.”
“I don’t know, I feel alright with the singing and all, but I can’t figure out the chords. I just can’t be happy with anything”
“Yeah, the bass line is good,” he chuckled, “so my job is...
“I know man, it sucks. But I’m glad to see you get off your ass and make it over to jam.”
“The hell does that mean?”
“I’ve just been worried about you, clinging on to a girl that did you wrong. But you ain’t moping around now, you got out and we’re gonna finish this song. If we get this down, we could even play it at Epicure next Thursday.”
“I don’t know, I feel alright with the singing and all, but I can’t figure out the chords. I just can’t be happy with anything”
“Yeah, the bass line is good,” he chuckled, “so my job is...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 10:04pm
9th Oct 2013 10:04pm
I Miss My Sun
In half
The nutshell
Cracked
The unfavored side
Hollow
Fell to the west
Under tacit stars
The engulfment of cities
In fire defeats the glow
That hides the effluence
Of the angels
Above
The nutshell
Cracked
The unfavored side
Hollow
Fell to the west
Under tacit stars
The engulfment of cities
In fire defeats the glow
That hides the effluence
Of the angels
Above
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 3:07pm
3rd Oct 2013 3:07pm
Guiltily
Good to see a ghost as is good to be
Useless as a vision of to a younger me
I do not learn anymore I do not learn
Limited as a spirit is I can merely mourn
Today is as unaware as today is brief
In effect the same effect out of reach relief
Love me at least a moment love me when I leave
You could’ve been another’s and not had me to grieve
Useless as a vision of to a younger me
I do not learn anymore I do not learn
Limited as a spirit is I can merely mourn
Today is as unaware as today is brief
In effect the same effect out of reach relief
Love me at least a moment love me when I leave
You could’ve been another’s and not had me to grieve
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 6:36am
18th Sep 2013 6:36am
A Lonely Bullet Hole
What a lovely heart shaped hole
Where all the werewolves were
A siren’s song to soothe my soul
Never once has time ticked slow
Echoing we all have ends in store
What a lovely heart shaped hole
Nude as when her sight was sold
Beware the monsters mother swore
A siren’s song to soothe my soul
It’s snake eyes fate would never roll
A lie we knew shook back and forth
What a lovely heart shaped hole
Villains in the eyes of old
The young just won’t sleep no more
A siren’s song to soothe...
Where all the werewolves were
A siren’s song to soothe my soul
Never once has time ticked slow
Echoing we all have ends in store
What a lovely heart shaped hole
Nude as when her sight was sold
Beware the monsters mother swore
A siren’s song to soothe my soul
It’s snake eyes fate would never roll
A lie we knew shook back and forth
What a lovely heart shaped hole
Villains in the eyes of old
The young just won’t sleep no more
A siren’s song to soothe...
161 reads
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