Submissions by MDT
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
dreamy
spray
The deep blue ocean
roars in might
as the currents
tell tales of travels
in ancient tongues
decoded as they
crash unto the rocks
splashing in an elegant dance
oceanic spray,destined for beauty
such beauty
roars in might
as the currents
tell tales of travels
in ancient tongues
decoded as they
crash unto the rocks
splashing in an elegant dance
oceanic spray,destined for beauty
such beauty
64 reads
2 Comments
cracked
dust colors the horizon
a musky red
fraying into
the velvet violet light
of a sleeping sun
the river bed is dry
as dry as cracked lips
that scorch kind words
into burnt lies
the river bed is dry
as dry as a torn heart
that is unable
to trust
just pulverise into
particles unseen
the river bed is dry
as dry as an exhausted soul
an everlasting drought
quenching for self worth
cracked earth.
a musky red
fraying into
the velvet violet light
of a sleeping sun
the river bed is dry
as dry as cracked lips
that scorch kind words
into burnt lies
the river bed is dry
as dry as a torn heart
that is unable
to trust
just pulverise into
particles unseen
the river bed is dry
as dry as an exhausted soul
an everlasting drought
quenching for self worth
cracked earth.
54 reads
0 Comments
fairy tales
what is love
but a deceitful game
of exposure
and contamination
of the pure self
to compromise and exchange
for an image
that is not you
essential soul
now dispersed
among those
that once were loved
with truth and trust
enthralled in lust
longing to share
a beating heart
with another
to dance in fairytales
but fairy tales are but tales
lies and betrayals
that offer only a temporal
experience of so called
love.
but a deceitful game
of exposure
and contamination
of the pure self
to compromise and exchange
for an image
that is not you
essential soul
now dispersed
among those
that once were loved
with truth and trust
enthralled in lust
longing to share
a beating heart
with another
to dance in fairytales
but fairy tales are but tales
lies and betrayals
that offer only a temporal
experience of so called
love.
134 reads
2 Comments
the disposed
Mercury is falling
as the sky collapses
before our eyes
our destined demise
a shroud of guilt
conceals acceptance
of the poignant presence
the life spark in everything,
and our clouded mindspace
collapses the backdrop
painted to keep us all
well aquainted.
and so we are disposed
into the astronomic waste disposal
as star trash.
as the sky collapses
before our eyes
our destined demise
a shroud of guilt
conceals acceptance
of the poignant presence
the life spark in everything,
and our clouded mindspace
collapses the backdrop
painted to keep us all
well aquainted.
and so we are disposed
into the astronomic waste disposal
as star trash.
75 reads
2 Comments
sooner than later
twenty cents in my purse
self obstruct to vent in curse
It's alright
Night will come
and the sunrise will gift
existence to take it's course
breathe in to discover the source
as hands of the ticking clock,
bring time closer to now
and as sands slip into an unforgotten future
the hole in my sole will mend to cure
the absence of a whole soul,
for everything must fall in place,
sooner than later.
self obstruct to vent in curse
It's alright
Night will come
and the sunrise will gift
existence to take it's course
breathe in to discover the source
as hands of the ticking clock,
bring time closer to now
and as sands slip into an unforgotten future
the hole in my sole will mend to cure
the absence of a whole soul,
for everything must fall in place,
sooner than later.
61 reads
0 Comments
upon the window pane
green eyes peer
forth from a face
designed with grace
In such delicate pose,
upon the window pane
sits the mystic creature,
watching and ever knowing
ash grey and glowing emerald gaze
entangled in an enchanted daze
forth from a face
designed with grace
In such delicate pose,
upon the window pane
sits the mystic creature,
watching and ever knowing
ash grey and glowing emerald gaze
entangled in an enchanted daze
74 reads
0 Comments
in mystic dwellings of things unseen
laughing lads and smiling girls,
a man with a pipe and a lady with pearls,
young and the old,
play in the shadows of the plot to unfold
in mystic dwellings of things unseen,
it was for told, put out your gold
and fold into the comfort of forgetting
as faces drag time,
sip and slur,
blur and shine,
another beer at a quarter past nine
a man with a pipe and a lady with pearls,
young and the old,
play in the shadows of the plot to unfold
in mystic dwellings of things unseen,
it was for told, put out your gold
and fold into the comfort of forgetting
as faces drag time,
sip and slur,
blur and shine,
another beer at a quarter past nine
91 reads
0 Comments
the lonely
the jungle is sweating
and this heart is beating
as open pores expel
toxic love,
the warm light excels
the photosynthetic process
striving to be in routine
with life's cycle.
the canopy kindles this soul
as patterns of light and shadows
depict a tangible painting,
as the leaves sway to a silent sound
deepening wavelengths
pull this mind to the ground.
the jungle sleeps
as the night sky glows
stars combust to their death
billions of galaxies away
they shine on for an eternity
but their heat is felt,
and gradually...
and this heart is beating
as open pores expel
toxic love,
the warm light excels
the photosynthetic process
striving to be in routine
with life's cycle.
the canopy kindles this soul
as patterns of light and shadows
depict a tangible painting,
as the leaves sway to a silent sound
deepening wavelengths
pull this mind to the ground.
the jungle sleeps
as the night sky glows
stars combust to their death
billions of galaxies away
they shine on for an eternity
but their heat is felt,
and gradually...
78 reads
0 Comments
come with me
tiger eyes in the jungle skies
treacherous tracks on steep land,
salty seas and waterfalls
wood
fire
cracking
and night stars
enchanting dwellings in the woods,
with green moss and fireflies,
soft and pleasant whispers
in the wind
sing
vanished is the unicorn
and fairy folk,
but still,
magic remains.
And this
I want to show you.
treacherous tracks on steep land,
salty seas and waterfalls
wood
fire
cracking
and night stars
enchanting dwellings in the woods,
with green moss and fireflies,
soft and pleasant whispers
in the wind
sing
vanished is the unicorn
and fairy folk,
but still,
magic remains.
And this
I want to show you.
#nature
#magic
91 reads
0 Comments
Choices
choices spin in our biosphere,
craving to be captured
and gain momentum
in the depths of the cerebrum,
to embrace the preferred reality
making every breath, destined
to it's selected path.
will it be,
criminality? insanity? wealth or poverty?
life choices warn of their penalty
and still, in such ease
we slip
into
a place of no time
where memories inspire present thought
and the future sleeps with one eye opened.
craving to be captured
and gain momentum
in the depths of the cerebrum,
to embrace the preferred reality
making every breath, destined
to it's selected path.
will it be,
criminality? insanity? wealth or poverty?
life choices warn of their penalty
and still, in such ease
we slip
into
a place of no time
where memories inspire present thought
and the future sleeps with one eye opened.
67 reads
0 Comments
winter's melancholy
barren tree's mark the winter's melancholy
and crushed leaves on the pavement design
abstractions in shapes and colours
to form dancing figures
that move to the quiet music
broadcasted by whispering winds.
the clouds engulf the sky,
as the moon lights the stage,
for the actors to take their place
and mimic fallen grace
in the dead of night
it's a delight,
to watch it all sequence itself
in silence.
and crushed leaves on the pavement design
abstractions in shapes and colours
to form dancing figures
that move to the quiet music
broadcasted by whispering winds.
the clouds engulf the sky,
as the moon lights the stage,
for the actors to take their place
and mimic fallen grace
in the dead of night
it's a delight,
to watch it all sequence itself
in silence.
173 reads
0 Comments
mute
If I could just raise my head above the noise of destruction
to ease the toils of tension
I would marvel at astroids,the planets and their sun
while thoughts expand to embrace creation
to which nothingness has won
so lost in fragile comprehension
of this universe profound,
galaxies sparkle promised kin,
never to be found,
a solitary peace within
chants one and all is null
and the reverb in my skull
is decoded into a
sound of silence
In this silence, the destruction is mute.
to ease the toils of tension
I would marvel at astroids,the planets and their sun
while thoughts expand to embrace creation
to which nothingness has won
so lost in fragile comprehension
of this universe profound,
galaxies sparkle promised kin,
never to be found,
a solitary peace within
chants one and all is null
and the reverb in my skull
is decoded into a
sound of silence
In this silence, the destruction is mute.
124 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by MDT