Submissions by akaran
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 9:34pm
11th Nov 2012 9:34pm
Rinse
the pool grows
Discolors the black couch
slipping beyond spelling mistakes.
gets sucked in
nine air Molecules
jumpstart
and close
shut Down
jump
start
shut
shhH
lotus petals pork ribs
nWe ink in the fountain pen nib
aching hipscracking knees
shaking fingers and lotus
lotus
don't Read me
cruMPle me
on my way to your waste basket.
Discolors the black couch
slipping beyond spelling mistakes.
gets sucked in
nine air Molecules
jumpstart
and close
shut Down
jump
start
shut
shhH
lotus petals pork ribs
nWe ink in the fountain pen nib
aching hipscracking knees
shaking fingers and lotus
lotus
don't Read me
cruMPle me
on my way to your waste basket.
89 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2012 5:00am
25th Aug 2012 5:00am
Fireflies and cream
A land where mysticity and beer flow in unison
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a...
A dress drooping down a left breast doesn't get enough teeth
Glances pour through the psyche like a firefly tail
And legs, their edges can puncture the liver with psychotic patience.
Once upon a time, a Sudanese toddler crawled through sands,
rolling down a vulture's motionless eyeballs
the remnant of the story dismembered itself before completion...
Leaving behind Empty bottles, insanity pleas and a...
136 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2012 9:26pm
21st May 2012 9:26pm
Creases
I try to scrape the tick-tocks mumbling near
Locked eyes of undecipherable art
A disobedience begins to part
webbed-footed throbs,opacity of years ,
And weight of creases left on empty couches--
They sit on Saturday's mute office space,
change lazy channels on TV.I gaze
At the view beyond the fourth-floor glass
and land on the hood of a car,
miraculously Alive, in my mind, ...
Locked eyes of undecipherable art
A disobedience begins to part
webbed-footed throbs,opacity of years ,
And weight of creases left on empty couches--
They sit on Saturday's mute office space,
change lazy channels on TV.I gaze
At the view beyond the fourth-floor glass
and land on the hood of a car,
miraculously Alive, in my mind, ...
127 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 9:15pm
14th Feb 2012 9:15pm
Cupidity
I love to listen to you
How you hate your work
The puddle of mud your life's become
I love listening to you
That's why I keep praising you with my silence
I have bumped into pretty faces once in a while
That stripped the judgement down to
a sculpted frame, a hint of cuteness and a prospect of riches
Maybe,in this moment,their shoes will fit my sole.
You are not pretty enough for me
you're better off being the burden
moving my pen tonight.
How you hate your work
The puddle of mud your life's become
I love listening to you
That's why I keep praising you with my silence
I have bumped into pretty faces once in a while
That stripped the judgement down to
a sculpted frame, a hint of cuteness and a prospect of riches
Maybe,in this moment,their shoes will fit my sole.
You are not pretty enough for me
you're better off being the burden
moving my pen tonight.
133 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2012 7:30pm
3rd Jan 2012 7:30pm
A whiteboard and some marker pens.
I did not cry when they sent me to a boarding school
But other kids down there used to
I did not cry until one day.
When my hostel-warden chose to savor the experience of whipping me. My
Eleven-year old limbs went rolling with the rest of me on the corridor.
But in the next five long years, I learnt to deal with that type.
She was allowed to meet me
Every second and fourth Sunday of the month.
Two hours in the afternoon. Quite the...
But other kids down there used to
I did not cry until one day.
When my hostel-warden chose to savor the experience of whipping me. My
Eleven-year old limbs went rolling with the rest of me on the corridor.
But in the next five long years, I learnt to deal with that type.
She was allowed to meet me
Every second and fourth Sunday of the month.
Two hours in the afternoon. Quite the...
162 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2012 8:04am
2nd Jan 2012 8:04am
Paper Roses [edited]
This Yellow glow on a
night street throws guesses at
its neighbor, if he would
fold
a tight-lipped substance of
abuse, its chilled contours
an S in his compass needling accidental poles;
Should he clip sleep now to
the maria of his bedtime spheroids? Should he tear their sails? or maybe Welcome the
Parentheses perched on
his window sill that prod
those paper roses: “Pierce,
Into layers and their cousins and their continents of...
night street throws guesses at
its neighbor, if he would
fold
a tight-lipped substance of
abuse, its chilled contours
an S in his compass needling accidental poles;
Should he clip sleep now to
the maria of his bedtime spheroids? Should he tear their sails? or maybe Welcome the
Parentheses perched on
his window sill that prod
those paper roses: “Pierce,
Into layers and their cousins and their continents of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2011 8:20pm
2nd Dec 2011 8:20pm
Warmth
I have a sore on my toe
That I press on the wall sometimes.
Having it scream, And throb
to beats fast and slow
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
That I press on the wall sometimes.
Having it scream, And throb
to beats fast and slow
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
123 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2011 8:54pm
29th Nov 2011 8:54pm
Insomniac ramblings
a)
I found a raft today
to perch this dissatisfaction on.
It's time I spent some of my savings
on a blend of Thora Birch's America.
(Does it seem I care what you think?)
b)
I walked the deserted road at midnight
Hoping to get mugged; its funny
how boredom can get you drugged
making you the lamb of a wicked rhyme.
(No,I won't be a toy of your kink.)
c)
Sleep can't be saved in a draft unless ...
I found a raft today
to perch this dissatisfaction on.
It's time I spent some of my savings
on a blend of Thora Birch's America.
(Does it seem I care what you think?)
b)
I walked the deserted road at midnight
Hoping to get mugged; its funny
how boredom can get you drugged
making you the lamb of a wicked rhyme.
(No,I won't be a toy of your kink.)
c)
Sleep can't be saved in a draft unless ...
127 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 9:01pm
28th Nov 2011 9:01pm
Boyish flames
Grains of sand
Roll over her glossy prime
Inadvertently disclosing strips, tasteless (at times).
Eager Canines and their shameless lips
Heap all their nickels, and dimes they prize.
Sahara is thirsty; phalanges fight restless themes.
“Wear your contacts, show me the green eyes.
Be the smoke of a ticking dream.”
Roll over her glossy prime
Inadvertently disclosing strips, tasteless (at times).
Eager Canines and their shameless lips
Heap all their nickels, and dimes they prize.
Sahara is thirsty; phalanges fight restless themes.
“Wear your contacts, show me the green eyes.
Be the smoke of a ticking dream.”
144 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2011 7:10pm
24th Oct 2011 7:10pm
Another day, another night
he drew the blinds
and wondered how would
this frame course through
the impatience of routine motion.
he'd rather fall off great heights into the lap of thin spaces
like the skydivers do..
-- somebody's gotta teach him how to do that.
there's air that's not been smelt
and buxomness yet to be pressed against
He'll drink to that
And maybe live too.
and wondered how would
this frame course through
the impatience of routine motion.
he'd rather fall off great heights into the lap of thin spaces
like the skydivers do..
-- somebody's gotta teach him how to do that.
there's air that's not been smelt
and buxomness yet to be pressed against
He'll drink to that
And maybe live too.
152 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jul 2011 7:00pm
24th Jul 2011 7:00pm
In sickness and death
I found your names on randomness
That made them damsels choose my chest.
Pores of a duplex blossomed base
I found your names on randomness
That oozed its white of blind distress
On naked Cyprus skin and death.
I found your names on randomness
That made them damsels choose my chest.
That made them damsels choose my chest.
Pores of a duplex blossomed base
I found your names on randomness
That oozed its white of blind distress
On naked Cyprus skin and death.
I found your names on randomness
That made them damsels choose my chest.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2011 7:38am
24th Jul 2011 7:38am
Candle light
I lit a candle
And saw my shadow
Staring back at me from the wall
I pondered what was so different between us..What made him
grow bigger than me even when I tried to move away...
then I found
A heart and a brain
Killing some time.
And saw my shadow
Staring back at me from the wall
I pondered what was so different between us..What made him
grow bigger than me even when I tried to move away...
then I found
A heart and a brain
Killing some time.
200 reads
3 Comments
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