Submissions by absinthe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Born
Love Letter to a Child (from "The Island")
my child
take care of
your soul
it was forged upon
love that is rare
upon a bond that endures
your father cradled you
with his songs and
endowed you with the
blood of his mystic ancestors
and your mother thinks of
you constantly in
her meditations
she is pensive when
she sees you hurting
she is old yet she gathers
her strength for you
to keep you
alive, my child
feed your soul only with
the finest, the
grains and fish prepared in
the home, the vegetables and
fruits of...
take care of
your soul
it was forged upon
love that is rare
upon a bond that endures
your father cradled you
with his songs and
endowed you with the
blood of his mystic ancestors
and your mother thinks of
you constantly in
her meditations
she is pensive when
she sees you hurting
she is old yet she gathers
her strength for you
to keep you
alive, my child
feed your soul only with
the finest, the
grains and fish prepared in
the home, the vegetables and
fruits of...
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Waiting for Sunset (15, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I like the seclusion. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling again too.
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
30 reads
The Amulet (from "The Island")
it was of course a
breach of trust that
he couldn't even remember
what he had done and so
he couldn't even remember
how he ridiculed my pain
amongst his whores and
how they laughed! and he
denied where I had walked since
he abandoned me to
the crusades yet
I offered peace and he
dismissed
and can't remember
without memory he
claims without any
idea of what he
was doing
and so he claims
it was of course a
breach of trust that
taught me never to
trust the men from...
breach of trust that
he couldn't even remember
what he had done and so
he couldn't even remember
how he ridiculed my pain
amongst his whores and
how they laughed! and he
denied where I had walked since
he abandoned me to
the crusades yet
I offered peace and he
dismissed
and can't remember
without memory he
claims without any
idea of what he
was doing
and so he claims
it was of course a
breach of trust that
taught me never to
trust the men from...
39 reads
The Craft of the Knife (from "The Island")
for many years
he was relentless
meticulous in the
craft of the knife
carving out letters
on pieces of wood
that the river carried
after every storm
he carved the messages
for no one and yet
he let the river
take them back to
somewhere he wished
for in jest perhaps and so
he becomes weary
and weary
with the knife
yet the craft of
the knife
gave him the skill of
the fork
like the tongue
of a viper or the
fake medals of
the Colonel
which he kept, practised ...
he was relentless
meticulous in the
craft of the knife
carving out letters
on pieces of wood
that the river carried
after every storm
he carved the messages
for no one and yet
he let the river
take them back to
somewhere he wished
for in jest perhaps and so
he becomes weary
and weary
with the knife
yet the craft of
the knife
gave him the skill of
the fork
like the tongue
of a viper or the
fake medals of
the Colonel
which he kept, practised ...
31 reads
The Fiesta (from "The Island")
he must've been
eight hours dead when
I saw him
I identified the body and
they gave him to me
without asking
who I was
and I didn't know what to do
except not to cry
because he didn't
want me to cry
I should've been there
when they took him
I should've been
washing his body
I should've been
combing his hair
but now everything that
should've been
have already been
done in the little world
that was my mind
where I put up white
paper dolls and make
them dance
to the many voices that
speak to...
eight hours dead when
I saw him
I identified the body and
they gave him to me
without asking
who I was
and I didn't know what to do
except not to cry
because he didn't
want me to cry
I should've been there
when they took him
I should've been
washing his body
I should've been
combing his hair
but now everything that
should've been
have already been
done in the little world
that was my mind
where I put up white
paper dolls and make
them dance
to the many voices that
speak to...
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Eight (10)
1 change my freedom for a mortgage
2 amicrazy? amicrazy?
3 change my sunshine for a wage slave
4 noway! noway!
5 change my old love for some candy
6 wotthehell! wotthehell!
7 I got ham and bacon to make
lots of salad lots of tea
8 my love is so romantic I'm impetuous
and he loves me we're toujours gai
toujours gai!
Inspired by Don Marquis, The Song of Mehitabel
2 amicrazy? amicrazy?
3 change my sunshine for a wage slave
4 noway! noway!
5 change my old love for some candy
6 wotthehell! wotthehell!
7 I got ham and bacon to make
lots of salad lots of tea
8 my love is so romantic I'm impetuous
and he loves me we're toujours gai
toujours gai!
Inspired by Don Marquis, The Song of Mehitabel
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4 Comments
Eight (9)
1 after the storm here
in the city it
is gray and
dreary
2 so I get excited
when a ray of
sunlight
enters the room
3 back home
after the storm
the sun shines through
the trees
and suddenly
4 there's a field of
pink flowers
in the garden
sometimes they are white
never pink and white
at the same time
5 the goat ate many of
the flowers
but they keep coming back
6 here it is cold and
drab
the concrete doesn't care if
it rains or shines
but there
7 after the storm...
in the city it
is gray and
dreary
2 so I get excited
when a ray of
sunlight
enters the room
3 back home
after the storm
the sun shines through
the trees
and suddenly
4 there's a field of
pink flowers
in the garden
sometimes they are white
never pink and white
at the same time
5 the goat ate many of
the flowers
but they keep coming back
6 here it is cold and
drab
the concrete doesn't care if
it rains or shines
but there
7 after the storm...
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4 Comments
Waiting for Sunset (14, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. He always replies to my maunderings. He insists our work should relate to each other. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I wanted to destroy all my work. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhuasted.
We have an unusual relationship. Soon I couldn't write. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. My life has been like this since 2005. I became angry and destructive. This was how I lost all my work. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's...
We have an unusual relationship. Soon I couldn't write. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. My life has been like this since 2005. I became angry and destructive. This was how I lost all my work. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's...
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10 Comments
Eight (8)
1 it will be a sacred ritual
to contain the delirium of
our fasts
2 pour carefully the
emperor's wine upon
my tongue
3 molave smooth
like your thighs
beneath my feet
4 the bed is soft
and not in shambles
where our weary
bodies lie
5 my breasts upon yours
the light scent of
sandalwood
where we touch
6 now let us kiss
gently, softly
drench these lips
we are parched
7 with your finger
stroke me lightly
softly, please
8 until the sweet nectar
flows from the empress
flower
to contain the delirium of
our fasts
2 pour carefully the
emperor's wine upon
my tongue
3 molave smooth
like your thighs
beneath my feet
4 the bed is soft
and not in shambles
where our weary
bodies lie
5 my breasts upon yours
the light scent of
sandalwood
where we touch
6 now let us kiss
gently, softly
drench these lips
we are parched
7 with your finger
stroke me lightly
softly, please
8 until the sweet nectar
flows from the empress
flower
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6 Comments
Eight (7)
1 ah there you are yes you
my mighty bull
white raging bull
2 upon whose horns I sit
my toes on your nose
you tickle me!
3 you yes you
my frisky dragon
burning your breakfast
while eating!
4 let's dance the fire
on your tongue
let us drink wine!
5 ah there you are yes
you my dear Neptune
6 the pearl of my aching loins
7 I am the nymph on your breasts
oh let me suckle!
8 let us swim to the navel
of the sea!
my mighty bull
white raging bull
2 upon whose horns I sit
my toes on your nose
you tickle me!
3 you yes you
my frisky dragon
burning your breakfast
while eating!
4 let's dance the fire
on your tongue
let us drink wine!
5 ah there you are yes
you my dear Neptune
6 the pearl of my aching loins
7 I am the nymph on your breasts
oh let me suckle!
8 let us swim to the navel
of the sea!
57 reads
4 Comments
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