Submissions by Mo57
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
book 2 - early write
There was nothing more to John than a cigarette you would discard when split by rain, wet tobacco; thought would remind him of home, those that took their time with him found refuge - but time isn’t given in a robust society lacking awareness, or perhaps not the awareness John deserved. He sheltered none and neither did he seek. He had the world coming to him in biblical terms, more so than most, he led the meek. He was John. And nobody cared. And that suited him fine.
John had loved and lost love like us all, been bitten, chewed and then spat to the curb. He had enhanced...
John had loved and lost love like us all, been bitten, chewed and then spat to the curb. He had enhanced...
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This is a book I've started..all comments welcome - editing grammar and spelling mistakes are still in.
this aint a story book and not even a book..its become a nice past time...a third and first person thing..to write sub and abjectively...or just do something..God ive not used my brain for ages..
any way...
the start i know ive knicked but i cant remember from whom..
The only advice I can give for what may be just a page or a book...this thing that you are reading, is to flick through to the pictures.
Life
Just typing this word has made my hands shake, my eyes have tears and I know if I don't control it I may just have my third...
any way...
the start i know ive knicked but i cant remember from whom..
The only advice I can give for what may be just a page or a book...this thing that you are reading, is to flick through to the pictures.
Life
Just typing this word has made my hands shake, my eyes have tears and I know if I don't control it I may just have my third...
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Love for the one
i see us here..i know the same
but we all speak to mirrors
there is no we…
no us
you
me
or you
and i don’t see reflections to see forward..
this sick mirage is true.
You can’t beat or join them
pander to whims or cruely and mercilessly nail yourself to the wall,
as you're like shit
and don’t stick.
There aren’t many truthful times so let us begin
forthright with each other
mirrored mirage looking down on a shadow within
simple souls and teary eyes,
shouting out when you hide
and seek, things - life.
...
but we all speak to mirrors
there is no we…
no us
you
me
or you
and i don’t see reflections to see forward..
this sick mirage is true.
You can’t beat or join them
pander to whims or cruely and mercilessly nail yourself to the wall,
as you're like shit
and don’t stick.
There aren’t many truthful times so let us begin
forthright with each other
mirrored mirage looking down on a shadow within
simple souls and teary eyes,
shouting out when you hide
and seek, things - life.
...
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the day on dreams
He told me, he said,
I can see the sky also and indeed today is grey,
we hoped for something similar;
from only yesterday - when the sun hid behind a few clouds
but with perfect balance and charm
yet on this beach tonight we are and grey blocks all the stars.
He told me, he continued,
But I know not to hate the day.
On time don't put the blame,
You wouldn't have the thoughts you have unless you knew the same,
Yes I know yesterday was better and today is full of grey but Ibq my wisdom. I shall pass this on....
I can see the sky also and indeed today is grey,
we hoped for something similar;
from only yesterday - when the sun hid behind a few clouds
but with perfect balance and charm
yet on this beach tonight we are and grey blocks all the stars.
He told me, he continued,
But I know not to hate the day.
On time don't put the blame,
You wouldn't have the thoughts you have unless you knew the same,
Yes I know yesterday was better and today is full of grey but Ibq my wisdom. I shall pass this on....
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My eyes for you
Forever be obeyed
A portrait
Of your dark link
Let the lessons come
As you wish
Make them all
Don't bare your name
Not this time
And give no sense
Kill them all
Make them seek
Your......
Pull the cord
Caress
It's just me
I've watched you float
From the deep
A portrait
Of your dark link
Let the lessons come
As you wish
Make them all
Don't bare your name
Not this time
And give no sense
Kill them all
Make them seek
Your......
Pull the cord
Caress
It's just me
I've watched you float
From the deep
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inside you
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SEX GOD AND COCK OF ALL
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The Line
Exhausted,
by wise kings of old,
taut feeling bound to fearless boundaries,
ensnaring a modicum of restlessness,
to transcend through the age,
expertly without trail to trace the illness back.
Excruciating world of humble, pitied hope,
hold on,
deception at your axis,
the shame of shames,
we cower out of daylight,
as darkness can erase.
Neglected lessons,
paramount to conceptualise thought,
stand still on shady perches,
a robust lack of dignity,
with disdain for questions you have carried.
Liminal,
spitting...
by wise kings of old,
taut feeling bound to fearless boundaries,
ensnaring a modicum of restlessness,
to transcend through the age,
expertly without trail to trace the illness back.
Excruciating world of humble, pitied hope,
hold on,
deception at your axis,
the shame of shames,
we cower out of daylight,
as darkness can erase.
Neglected lessons,
paramount to conceptualise thought,
stand still on shady perches,
a robust lack of dignity,
with disdain for questions you have carried.
Liminal,
spitting...
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Devil on the Devil's shoulder
Redemption, that is so far behind the path you stumble,
it no longer offers comfort as an option.
Temptation was only presented child,
and God gave you choices,
you equipped yourself with failure.
Anger has birthed you now,
and you are not the first who bares no self ill.
It was their fault.
Morality is the only gift of His you have left,
His essence bestowed to give your feelings value,
to be fought for
and treasured like Spring.
Yet here you are, like a human yard sale
and I am in luck,
as I sense a bargain coming...
it no longer offers comfort as an option.
Temptation was only presented child,
and God gave you choices,
you equipped yourself with failure.
Anger has birthed you now,
and you are not the first who bares no self ill.
It was their fault.
Morality is the only gift of His you have left,
His essence bestowed to give your feelings value,
to be fought for
and treasured like Spring.
Yet here you are, like a human yard sale
and I am in luck,
as I sense a bargain coming...
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dodgem
my touch..
ok
ok..
let's dance...this is me..
.....
3 words..
shit
a simple tipple..
fullofyourwit...your..
your
your paw...give me an acustoc hit,
tell me i'm wrong....
in this shi*
tell me
more
tell me more
so hard to take the kin..
truth harder by her on gin,
flaming arms to decide,
i don't curl up die,
watching watching straws of you
jeans tooo grey and too blue...
never happened never saw it it each
were unhappy
unhappy how...
ok
ok..
let's dance...this is me..
.....
3 words..
shit
a simple tipple..
fullofyourwit...your..
your
your paw...give me an acustoc hit,
tell me i'm wrong....
in this shi*
tell me
more
tell me more
so hard to take the kin..
truth harder by her on gin,
flaming arms to decide,
i don't curl up die,
watching watching straws of you
jeans tooo grey and too blue...
never happened never saw it it each
were unhappy
unhappy how...
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re - posted....a poem
lay
"What shape from those clouds have you made?"
A tear falling into a spoon?
I cherish to ask her
but
I keep quiet;
our itching; I prefer.
I long to touch that pale white skin,
her serene breathing,
replaced with sweat and scratches.
my thoughts to become her reality,
to kick the drugs.......
but keep the wondering.
I do wonder. My mind it wonders. I'm wondering now.
Probably right not to break the silence,
a costly mistake,
fortitude...
"What shape from those clouds have you made?"
A tear falling into a spoon?
I cherish to ask her
but
I keep quiet;
our itching; I prefer.
I long to touch that pale white skin,
her serene breathing,
replaced with sweat and scratches.
my thoughts to become her reality,
to kick the drugs.......
but keep the wondering.
I do wonder. My mind it wonders. I'm wondering now.
Probably right not to break the silence,
a costly mistake,
fortitude...
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big fat lip
this is a poem to her...so all the hims know...yep they can kill u...
xxx
With a bang it happened, this silence,
a nuisance, that was scary as we all sat alone;
the organ without the grinder moaned,
this salient reminder,
of nothingness, blissfully, bottomless,
spilling over, around, bathing, washing drowning us, this,
word cursing, deaf defying; silence
and not, just from
within.
The viscus lack of noise, was frightening, man made emptiness, industries,
waste product, our minds left to rot, in a future born from...
xxx
With a bang it happened, this silence,
a nuisance, that was scary as we all sat alone;
the organ without the grinder moaned,
this salient reminder,
of nothingness, blissfully, bottomless,
spilling over, around, bathing, washing drowning us, this,
word cursing, deaf defying; silence
and not, just from
within.
The viscus lack of noise, was frightening, man made emptiness, industries,
waste product, our minds left to rot, in a future born from...
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