Submissions by IzzyStone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2013 6:17am
25th Dec 2013 6:17am
Like Keys
Sometimes I feel like we are keys,
like we are the missing pieces of each other,
filling the dents,
sealing the cracks,
suturing up wounds of our pasts.
We are fix'er-up'ers,
the flaws will still be there,
but they will no longer be so glaring,
no longer draw the eye like the once gaping wounds.
Instead there will be patches over holes in the wall,
scars where we once had festering wounds.
But we fit like keys.
How could we ignore something that just worked?
There is a familiarity that just resonates
in the way your...
like we are the missing pieces of each other,
filling the dents,
sealing the cracks,
suturing up wounds of our pasts.
We are fix'er-up'ers,
the flaws will still be there,
but they will no longer be so glaring,
no longer draw the eye like the once gaping wounds.
Instead there will be patches over holes in the wall,
scars where we once had festering wounds.
But we fit like keys.
How could we ignore something that just worked?
There is a familiarity that just resonates
in the way your...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 4:58pm
17th Dec 2013 4:58pm
Nostalgia
It is a face you vaguely recognize,
some aged version of a childhood friend.
Before the miles of differences
and half hearted attempts at connections
Unbearable to try to follow in
her narcotic saturated footsteps,
you settle for the anonymity
of a casually aimless exchange.
Reminiscent of little girl play times
When you both played at a flooding creek side,
stroking the backs of scuttling crawdads.
No knowledge of the cruelty of their world.
And you can't help but give a wistful smile,
nod your head as you continue along.
some aged version of a childhood friend.
Before the miles of differences
and half hearted attempts at connections
Unbearable to try to follow in
her narcotic saturated footsteps,
you settle for the anonymity
of a casually aimless exchange.
Reminiscent of little girl play times
When you both played at a flooding creek side,
stroking the backs of scuttling crawdads.
No knowledge of the cruelty of their world.
And you can't help but give a wistful smile,
nod your head as you continue along.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 4:57pm
17th Dec 2013 4:57pm
Crusaders
I dismount from my horse and drink your wine.
My men lay claim to your city
and your women are our toys.
We fill our bellies with your slaughtered lambs
leaving behind scraps unfit for dogs.
Your defiance is met with bloodshed.
Dissenters are made examples of,
their corpses decorate the streets.
Deny us, you shall not,
least you end up like those before you.
Your crops will be ours.
Your daughters will be ours.
Your sons will not deny us,
they too will be ours.
My men lay claim to your city
and your women are our toys.
We fill our bellies with your slaughtered lambs
leaving behind scraps unfit for dogs.
Your defiance is met with bloodshed.
Dissenters are made examples of,
their corpses decorate the streets.
Deny us, you shall not,
least you end up like those before you.
Your crops will be ours.
Your daughters will be ours.
Your sons will not deny us,
they too will be ours.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 7:21am
17th Dec 2013 7:21am
The usual patrons
She might have been beautiful, before kids
and two jobs, just to get by, but now she
pushes open the run down diner's door.
Two toddlers clung to fabric at her hips,
A third child rounding out her belly.
Empty booths beckoned the single mother
But the hostess was nowhere to be seen,
despite the “Please wait to be seated” sign.
It had been a long day and her feet hurt.
Her ass ached from frisky slaps given by
overzealous truckers, usual patrons.
Degrading comments by her boss still stung
but the mother up front had her hands full...
and two jobs, just to get by, but now she
pushes open the run down diner's door.
Two toddlers clung to fabric at her hips,
A third child rounding out her belly.
Empty booths beckoned the single mother
But the hostess was nowhere to be seen,
despite the “Please wait to be seated” sign.
It had been a long day and her feet hurt.
Her ass ached from frisky slaps given by
overzealous truckers, usual patrons.
Degrading comments by her boss still stung
but the mother up front had her hands full...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 7:17am
17th Dec 2013 7:17am
Sestina
I sunk my teeth
into my flesh
to stop a scream,
a sob caught in my throat,
eyes betraying the haze
and marveled at the wound.
It wasn't a grievous wound,
just meager marks of teeth
filling with a red haze,
the usual secretions of the flesh.
Racking at the back of my throat,
that god awful scream.
I supposed to myself that I could scream
and blame it on the painful wound,
So I cleared my throat,
fingers ripping at the flesh
to remove the mark of tell-tale teeth
betrayal of an emotional haze
Skin clouded with...
into my flesh
to stop a scream,
a sob caught in my throat,
eyes betraying the haze
and marveled at the wound.
It wasn't a grievous wound,
just meager marks of teeth
filling with a red haze,
the usual secretions of the flesh.
Racking at the back of my throat,
that god awful scream.
I supposed to myself that I could scream
and blame it on the painful wound,
So I cleared my throat,
fingers ripping at the flesh
to remove the mark of tell-tale teeth
betrayal of an emotional haze
Skin clouded with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 5:12pm
16th Dec 2013 5:12pm
climax
Shivers course along my skin
sending my stomach into quivers.
My eyes don't focus,
I'm not sure they can.
Nothing matters but sensations,
and breathing
because I can't handle more.
Muscles twitch,
spasm.
It's all I can do,
to keep from screaming.
I bit my tongue,
and moan it out.
sending my stomach into quivers.
My eyes don't focus,
I'm not sure they can.
Nothing matters but sensations,
and breathing
because I can't handle more.
Muscles twitch,
spasm.
It's all I can do,
to keep from screaming.
I bit my tongue,
and moan it out.
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 5:10pm
16th Dec 2013 5:10pm
Xanax
My heart pleads to be released
from the beast that tears
my insides asunder, gouging marks
in the cage of my ribs.
Maggots crawl inside my throat,
choking me with the words
that I never intended to let out.
Muscles twitch and spasm,
so we can run for our life.
from the beast that tears
my insides asunder, gouging marks
in the cage of my ribs.
Maggots crawl inside my throat,
choking me with the words
that I never intended to let out.
Muscles twitch and spasm,
so we can run for our life.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 8:53am
16th Dec 2013 8:53am
Night in
Staccato rhythm turning the roof,
into a snare drum
as I glancing outside
to see the road turn white
with hail.
Childlike wonder fills me,
as I settle into the beat
of the storm outside.
into a snare drum
as I glancing outside
to see the road turn white
with hail.
Childlike wonder fills me,
as I settle into the beat
of the storm outside.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 8:46am
16th Dec 2013 8:46am
Naivety - trigger warning
You don't go into a situation
knowing, to a tee, the outcome.
So I can't be to blame
for what happened.
It always starts
with being young, and stupid and
I-didn't-know.
I'm not any different.
I was naive,
and losing my best friend
in leaps and bounds,
which she called experiences.
I could match her one,
so we all got drunk.
I like to think,
that I'm not the only one who impaired
their judgment.
I like to think
that he couldn't be that cruel in person.
...
knowing, to a tee, the outcome.
So I can't be to blame
for what happened.
It always starts
with being young, and stupid and
I-didn't-know.
I'm not any different.
I was naive,
and losing my best friend
in leaps and bounds,
which she called experiences.
I could match her one,
so we all got drunk.
I like to think,
that I'm not the only one who impaired
their judgment.
I like to think
that he couldn't be that cruel in person.
...
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