Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A hookah flavored water spout, to shout and shout and shout and shout!
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Sep 2014 4:55pm
8th Sep 2014 4:55pm
trade of blackness
and I walking about
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness;
sought a laugh from
under a darkened bell jar
under the green leaf
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that we're the gods of
the animals that become us.
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness;
sought a laugh from
under a darkened bell jar
under the green leaf
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that we're the gods of
the animals that become us.
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 2:01am
6th Sep 2014 2:01am
Via Galactica
Ovid called it a high track: It is a fundamental wave and rarefaction said by a force we have no control; the gods pass through this palace as I choir its mighty thunder, and then I quiet to listen closely as the night becomes a blanket under its enlightenment that guards the path to the ten million suns of physics that lay in wait. My heartstrings yield as it sings the body electric, and the Palatine of Ovid is felt as an overtone all its own. My eyes adjust to a light in the darkness as I'm suspended in its shadowy mist; the Via Galactica, a cloud such as this, seeing the universe move...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 8:59am
4th Sep 2014 8:59am
Abstract Complexities
and though I can get
suspicious of a house
with a surprised look
on its face, because
the top windows are
missing their awnings,
I'll not pretend to owe
it medical treatment.
suspicious of a house
with a surprised look
on its face, because
the top windows are
missing their awnings,
I'll not pretend to owe
it medical treatment.
58 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
4th Sep 2014 1:02am
4th Sep 2014 1:02am
ultimate guitars and artificial harmonics
I saw one of those little
flying machines, and ah,
I’d like to get one for myself.
flying machines, and ah,
I’d like to get one for myself.
56 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Sep 2014 1:10am
3rd Sep 2014 1:10am
This Quintessence of Dust
Forgive me my Lord,
and me Bard, one sees
the soul in process;
the color will change
as the child’s hair is
beguiled in contemplation;
a tea dons vortex in motion,
it was violet perhaps, yet
the theater was ripped
to shreds, and the fortune
was the constant that makes
the binomial a perfect square,
oh beggar the beggar, sly,
(He) belike some noble ass
when he wakes with a head
trifling gas in the funny idea;
the effects alone are palatable.
and me Bard, one sees
the soul in process;
the color will change
as the child’s hair is
beguiled in contemplation;
a tea dons vortex in motion,
it was violet perhaps, yet
the theater was ripped
to shreds, and the fortune
was the constant that makes
the binomial a perfect square,
oh beggar the beggar, sly,
(He) belike some noble ass
when he wakes with a head
trifling gas in the funny idea;
the effects alone are palatable.
56 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Sep 2014 9:15am
1st Sep 2014 9:15am
Dragonfly
what is it that you cannot touch,
that we have found divine, and made pretty
by chiseled scars and auburn pain,
in honor, precedence to new ages,
they will not pass slowly, nor weep in vain,
for if the dragonfly told secrets to Saturn,
the precious moments, and all the tea cups,
would shatter to the ground in silence.
that we have found divine, and made pretty
by chiseled scars and auburn pain,
in honor, precedence to new ages,
they will not pass slowly, nor weep in vain,
for if the dragonfly told secrets to Saturn,
the precious moments, and all the tea cups,
would shatter to the ground in silence.
68 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Sep 2014 6:13am
1st Sep 2014 6:13am
Standard Model: Update
An Atom is mostly empty space, so's Granddads head. The most direct way to see what’s inside of a fruitcake is to poke your figure in it. Okay, here's what happened ― in earnest. This is only more of granddads new science. Granddad, after finding out in the days of Rutherford that the method to find what’s inside of an atom required using alpha particles as probes to catch the reaction of the electron and view its spontaneous nature, decided to do the same in finding the nuts & currant construct in grandma’s new fruitcake that was set for Sunday supper, so with all eyes in the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 8:30am
30th Aug 2014 8:30am
life without reason
that life it had been so hurt and endless,
in the world that could never tell a fear,
from a tear that would never cry an eye,
in an eye that would never give a reason,
to the question that was never answered why.
in the world that could never tell a fear,
from a tear that would never cry an eye,
in an eye that would never give a reason,
to the question that was never answered why.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 2:58am
30th Aug 2014 2:58am
May I borrow a cup of rocket fuel...?
I'm not even kidding when I say I want to move to outer space, I spend most of my mind-time there anyway ― maybe it’s not enough. I hate quadratic equations; lime green socks get outta my way. Just kidding on that der facto there grasshopper, I don't even own a rocket that's made for space-flight; not above the concentric regions of the atmosphere anyway. I'm as sore as hell but I had a great workout earlier. I took in a volleyball game at the auditorium too; the kids are sort of cool ― I guess.
Image: for entertainment purposes only.
Image: for entertainment purposes only.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 6:24pm
28th Aug 2014 6:24pm
Quite a mouthful for lack of a better idiom
What is the value in swallowing
the whole lake just to keep
the wind from absorbing the rain.
the whole lake just to keep
the wind from absorbing the rain.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2014 00:36am
28th Aug 2014 00:36am
And so she did
I have no idea
how intelligent I am;
I've not yet reached
my depths of stupidity.
how intelligent I am;
I've not yet reached
my depths of stupidity.
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 4:59am
27th Aug 2014 4:59am
Ozark Charm
Granddad done got his science wrong again cause Uncle Joe'd read a book in one them magazine staples from down in a Carolina; he said it was the cure all for the ugly. And so there they were, running all over the neighborhood requiring fresh goat piss by the bottle and bucket for the livelihood and prosperity for the womens and their youngins. Yet forty nine days later the womens was ugly as ever, just standing there in their house dresses and white barrettes, heavy headed as-could-be. Come to find out, after looking up one of the original prescribers, it was for the falling hair, but...
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