Submissions by Suoaei
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 7:45pm
26th Feb 2014 7:45pm
Scorpio
Shut up, be still a moment―
my flesh has caught fire!
The slow, self-righteous simmering from within
has dominated my body.
My skin crackles and my hair is singed―
sharp, acrid taste in the air.
The fever rises through my blood
the angry pumping of my heart ignites sparks
like your instigating eyes
watching me
I feel my toenails buckling
my organs seize up, constricting
pain wracks me and I shudder
my shaking bones blacken and crack
SCREAMING!
I am engulfed in flames of death.
See my royal arrogance...
my flesh has caught fire!
The slow, self-righteous simmering from within
has dominated my body.
My skin crackles and my hair is singed―
sharp, acrid taste in the air.
The fever rises through my blood
the angry pumping of my heart ignites sparks
like your instigating eyes
watching me
I feel my toenails buckling
my organs seize up, constricting
pain wracks me and I shudder
my shaking bones blacken and crack
SCREAMING!
I am engulfed in flames of death.
See my royal arrogance...
50 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 7:21pm
26th Feb 2014 7:21pm
Meet Me
Meet me
When the bright day fades into twilight,
and change steals the wind―
Kiss me
Where the sun meets the heavens,
and sets the sky wild with fire―
Touch me
As the moonlight kisses the earth around us,
and casts gentle shadows―
Love me
As the first rays touch the clouds in the morning―
and the first birds sing!
When the bright day fades into twilight,
and change steals the wind―
Kiss me
Where the sun meets the heavens,
and sets the sky wild with fire―
Touch me
As the moonlight kisses the earth around us,
and casts gentle shadows―
Love me
As the first rays touch the clouds in the morning―
and the first birds sing!
226 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 6:59am
26th Feb 2014 6:59am
Fear Itself
Fear is speaking in your voice,
trying to fool me.
I say, Fear, I know you.
You can't hide under that mask of love.
True love has a special look
in her eye,
that is infinitely patient
and wise.
I say, Fear, I would know you
even at a masquerade.
I would know you even if
you wore the clothes of all the people I love.
I would know you even if
you hid in my own heart
Even if you were hiding in my own heart
where I am the most blinded.
I say, Fear, you don't need to hide anymore.
I recognise you.
You have been a...
trying to fool me.
I say, Fear, I know you.
You can't hide under that mask of love.
True love has a special look
in her eye,
that is infinitely patient
and wise.
I say, Fear, I would know you
even at a masquerade.
I would know you even if
you wore the clothes of all the people I love.
I would know you even if
you hid in my own heart
Even if you were hiding in my own heart
where I am the most blinded.
I say, Fear, you don't need to hide anymore.
I recognise you.
You have been a...
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
49 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 6:55am
26th Feb 2014 6:55am
Waiting
The hummingbird is the smallest
she wears a richly jeweled collar with pride.
The flower offers nectar
and the most delicate of tongues slips out
of a narrow beak to accept.
Her movements seem so sudden
her presence so fleeting.
I watch expectantly, waiting for a metaphor to come
But the hummingbird needs no metaphors.
she wears a richly jeweled collar with pride.
The flower offers nectar
and the most delicate of tongues slips out
of a narrow beak to accept.
Her movements seem so sudden
her presence so fleeting.
I watch expectantly, waiting for a metaphor to come
But the hummingbird needs no metaphors.
52 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 5:44am
22nd Feb 2014 5:44am
My Mother's Lover
She arrived in the Spring, my mother's lover
arrived so softly: misting down into parched
dry earth, sweet glances and soft caresses
gently, as though concerned
to overwhelm her with too exuberant and joyous
a greeting.
She settled in slowly, my mother's lover
nourishing first the surface, so that a blush
of spring color spread fresh across her face
and small things
that had been withering
flourished again.
She penetrated deeply, my mother's lover
filled long-empty and aching acquifers
until they bubbled up in springs of joy...
arrived so softly: misting down into parched
dry earth, sweet glances and soft caresses
gently, as though concerned
to overwhelm her with too exuberant and joyous
a greeting.
She settled in slowly, my mother's lover
nourishing first the surface, so that a blush
of spring color spread fresh across her face
and small things
that had been withering
flourished again.
She penetrated deeply, my mother's lover
filled long-empty and aching acquifers
until they bubbled up in springs of joy...
63 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 9:42pm
6th Feb 2014 9:42pm
Lepidoptera
It might set to flight
the butterflies gathered in
your stomach―
But love, unlike butterflies,
cannot be pinned down
with labels.
the butterflies gathered in
your stomach―
But love, unlike butterflies,
cannot be pinned down
with labels.
65 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2014 2:13am
5th Feb 2014 2:13am
The Grand Hall
All paths are cast
half in shadow;
and sometimes more.
So we are taught
to be wary
of unfamiliar doors.
But what is the purpose of walking
through this endless hallway of choices
if not to fling open every entrance—
wide, and unhesitating?
So I would stand
in this marvelous
cathedral of freedom
Stand with every door
wide open
and enter every one!
half in shadow;
and sometimes more.
So we are taught
to be wary
of unfamiliar doors.
But what is the purpose of walking
through this endless hallway of choices
if not to fling open every entrance—
wide, and unhesitating?
So I would stand
in this marvelous
cathedral of freedom
Stand with every door
wide open
and enter every one!
51 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 4:15am
3rd Feb 2014 4:15am
Naturalism
I have to be careful, when I walk down along the shore
with my heart awake:
Because even on the coldest of days, sometimes
the sea's resounding laughter
ignites my spirit, and I find myself
throwing my clothes in a heap on the sand—
and the next thing I know,
I feel my firm cheeks bouncing
as I sprint into the water
and dive under the breaking waves!
Translucent, siren green embraces my bare skin
(chilling me to so deeply that my breath
comes short and gasping)
and I am as naked, wet, and pleased
as the day I was born.
...
with my heart awake:
Because even on the coldest of days, sometimes
the sea's resounding laughter
ignites my spirit, and I find myself
throwing my clothes in a heap on the sand—
and the next thing I know,
I feel my firm cheeks bouncing
as I sprint into the water
and dive under the breaking waves!
Translucent, siren green embraces my bare skin
(chilling me to so deeply that my breath
comes short and gasping)
and I am as naked, wet, and pleased
as the day I was born.
...
110 reads
4 Comments
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