Submissions by Pishashee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A hookah flavored water spout, to shout and shout and shout and shout!
The Sea of Dreams
The Sea
I want to dream of the sea, take me back to the voice
where I first heard the dream; the dream makes my heart alive
in solemn wings fluttering of the seabed wind and sky,
a love that beckons great depths of its freedom, the sigh, and I
the melancholy madness; for one more day, make me a child,
and turn a blind eye to the pie in the sky - I want to dream of the sea.
The Dream
the sea! the sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
and as I look into this rook of...
I want to dream of the sea, take me back to the voice
where I first heard the dream; the dream makes my heart alive
in solemn wings fluttering of the seabed wind and sky,
a love that beckons great depths of its freedom, the sigh, and I
the melancholy madness; for one more day, make me a child,
and turn a blind eye to the pie in the sky - I want to dream of the sea.
The Dream
the sea! the sea! of rolling dreams beats on the brightened shore,
and as I look into this rook of...
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fundamental laws of energy
Too many people have overestimated the difficulty of the job. I walked in the place and I was lost, but I knew why I was there. The man gave me good directions to the lady, and the nice lady gave me a sticky note and told me to go to the room and sign the paper ― there were blue eggs everywhere and the people were earthbound ― dragged down by the days gravity as I was breathing a heady Brahma and watching time pass along the ether; something unseen, I sat watching the baby smile at me as we began discussing mass, light, and entropy with no assumptions ― the laws of physics...
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the unchained dream
life’s tariffs and certain voyage
is the unkindliest cut of all;
my indices breathes the pearls
that came to lounge upon his cheek,
and he came to look not knowing
I woke, and kneeled down to
whisper love things over my body,
as the ship slumbers in the water;
spend your glacier eyes, eternity
opens to sing the unchained dream,
for it is much too long for the night.
is the unkindliest cut of all;
my indices breathes the pearls
that came to lounge upon his cheek,
and he came to look not knowing
I woke, and kneeled down to
whisper love things over my body,
as the ship slumbers in the water;
spend your glacier eyes, eternity
opens to sing the unchained dream,
for it is much too long for the night.
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Socks in Space
Somewhere in the universe, way up high, there are remnants in the outer layers of distant galaxies, these are called halos ― this is known as the MACHO hypothesis with probable explanation of dark matter; dark matter, apparently there, yet remains to be seen. They emit very little to naught radiation or energy. Therefore, with no soul to fall back on, it is mucho difficult to rule out the halos as black holes, neutron stars, or even the escape vent of the lost socks.
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to the soulful
the color of his hair,
the shape of his eyes,
listening sweetly
as the wind’s
sovereign hunger
lingers overlong,
erecting man’s
great work of devotion
that rends the time awry;
I'm in love with the
weakness of his soulful song.
the shape of his eyes,
listening sweetly
as the wind’s
sovereign hunger
lingers overlong,
erecting man’s
great work of devotion
that rends the time awry;
I'm in love with the
weakness of his soulful song.
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It was ironic
I just wrote you the longest letter – it was about irony, I was telling you a little about it. It was at least a 500 word essay; what happened then, and then and there yesterday, and how it happened again today, and how a white plastic bag just went flying by; they terrify Dolly, she barks at them incessantly when they land against the fence. I've decided to claim that its a ghost — silly thing anyway. I don't even know what its about, such as living a life, one after the other and on and on. I ignore it usually because it goes on constantly. It’s scary sometimes, you know, you're the...
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Angel Trumpets (genus enigma brugmansia)
Of the many ways to waste time, the logic game of the perfected life isn't one I care to become tangled up; who can endure perfect? I seldom find myself concerned with achieving a "perfected" stance within someone else's neat categories of what is and what is not. I accept that radical notion that if man could create perfect, a system to produce it, or a model dependent reality that allows for it - then perfect would be many things, but perfected, most certainly it would not be. If isolated, the imagination's power is found in convincing the one imagining that it's own truth, is alone...
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Earthlings; purveyor of all chick jokes
What's that hardness
in your mouth?
ah yes – its a cock.
in your mouth?
ah yes – its a cock.
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Nature
Nature will take you by surprise. When you step outside your door, for instance, there will be a sudden soft wind in coolness that envelopes your senses; it was sent on that path just for you – that’s the secret to life. Nobody really knows the secret, but it gives you the sweetest feeling of being alive.
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Devil don't come cause I won't go (white noise)
The laws of Physics do allow for a fire in hell - exclusionary rules apply. Be aware of what actually constitutes a flame; learn and be free. Pay attention to who is oppressing you in speaking out. “Ideas of evolutionary change can be traced back to ancient Greek philosophers, and it persisted in the minds of scientist until it was documented by Darwin's passion. It still persists today, and between all these evolutionary ideas that are brought to light through known chemistry, laws of physics, and geology and so on and so forth - it can certainly be well enough explained. People suffer...
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~ PTSD ~
It’s hard to see,
there is a stain
beneath the glass;
it glows as cake,
such as radium, ether,
or as with anything,
the only thing
that's real is the stain.
the stain is radioactive,
in that there are triggers;
it's religion, arrogance,
and fools for(religion & arrogance)
Thank you all for
your understanding.
there is a stain
beneath the glass;
it glows as cake,
such as radium, ether,
or as with anything,
the only thing
that's real is the stain.
the stain is radioactive,
in that there are triggers;
it's religion, arrogance,
and fools for(religion & arrogance)
Thank you all for
your understanding.
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Life with Babies
When a baby is born they
live in perpetual amazement
with guidance of intuition.
A child possesses qualities
of naturalness and honesty;
always wanting to know how
something came about with an
inoffensive straightforwardness;
Listen up all you adult
sons-o-bitches,
whatever it is ― I want it.
live in perpetual amazement
with guidance of intuition.
A child possesses qualities
of naturalness and honesty;
always wanting to know how
something came about with an
inoffensive straightforwardness;
Listen up all you adult
sons-o-bitches,
whatever it is ― I want it.
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