Submissions by akaran
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Slithery
An alluring shoe I stepped in
To flatten dreams once I drew.
A slithery walk she took me on
And then I knew I didn't want to.
A moment I waited for my breath to pass...
Here I stand afraid to end it too.
To flatten dreams once I drew.
A slithery walk she took me on
And then I knew I didn't want to.
A moment I waited for my breath to pass...
Here I stand afraid to end it too.
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To Inadequacy and its pillows
A song to cork the slutty face of wine
Construct and deconstruct shanties of bugs
and slime, falsettos fries dry writhe, to guide
the motion sensors of a night awry.
An exercise so onerous, to clasp
ceramic tense; time scrapes clock hands, bears jabs
to find a haven for my sound, now that
Glass solos won’t rhyme, why inhabit mime…
a bland wordpad eye cracks split wide with, fresh
blonde strands to shine on five pinksummits of
deep sweat; done deeds blot purple walls locked closed
by sheets while pillows...
Construct and deconstruct shanties of bugs
and slime, falsettos fries dry writhe, to guide
the motion sensors of a night awry.
An exercise so onerous, to clasp
ceramic tense; time scrapes clock hands, bears jabs
to find a haven for my sound, now that
Glass solos won’t rhyme, why inhabit mime…
a bland wordpad eye cracks split wide with, fresh
blonde strands to shine on five pinksummits of
deep sweat; done deeds blot purple walls locked closed
by sheets while pillows...
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To clothe an end, my friend
Of memories, a trophy I shan't be but tales
Quite mischievous shall melt her cheeks to place a blush.
Her face of evening rains, her scribbled paper trails
Left under systems monkeying with holes that crush
Misplaced two knees, tease worms between my lines and yet
Unbridled waves they splash on shores promiscuous
In search of gems to sparkle, shine, a poet’s debt
To irons never cheating, so unlike the wise
That filled our years with texts left closed, untouched, unkempt
Until their psychobabble xeroxed to disguise
The pills we...
Quite mischievous shall melt her cheeks to place a blush.
Her face of evening rains, her scribbled paper trails
Left under systems monkeying with holes that crush
Misplaced two knees, tease worms between my lines and yet
Unbridled waves they splash on shores promiscuous
In search of gems to sparkle, shine, a poet’s debt
To irons never cheating, so unlike the wise
That filled our years with texts left closed, untouched, unkempt
Until their psychobabble xeroxed to disguise
The pills we...
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My tongue twisting teacher!
I hid behind your door tidying upsyllables to say
It cracked open so sudden, you nodded your way
Ahead.
Oh!
I’dbeen but a tickling sniff
A flip of your whisker tips.
It cracked open so sudden, you nodded your way
Ahead.
Oh!
I’dbeen but a tickling sniff
A flip of your whisker tips.
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The rejection of Prof. Clancy and a sonnet led astray.
Inside these shoes are feet that want to blank out verse
Boiled ulcer cook-books of newfangled gizmos sheathe
The chick problems that are the least to fill my curse.
Her majesty Ms. Clancy threw the dwarf-shrubbed heath
In swirling cyclones, whizzing turbines stirred to speed
Converted, it dispersed in restless plug flow streams
A distribution faithful with the fragments screened
To flare the worth off words, to raise blackbodied screams
Incessant are their scintillations,...
Boiled ulcer cook-books of newfangled gizmos sheathe
The chick problems that are the least to fill my curse.
Her majesty Ms. Clancy threw the dwarf-shrubbed heath
In swirling cyclones, whizzing turbines stirred to speed
Converted, it dispersed in restless plug flow streams
A distribution faithful with the fragments screened
To flare the worth off words, to raise blackbodied screams
Incessant are their scintillations,...
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To the One that died before I knew of His existence
I stand dazed like the million fifteen
That felt you rat-a-tat-tat-tat right through their pecs
And shook up to look at the way you walked this earth
Adjusting our specs to spot the mistrust
Ricocheting offthe Cover of our flesh
Its dust coalescing the clouds between us.
You ask me to find a way out. Can I?
Maybe I’ll shed a drop, draw the sheets
Thenact the scene
just as it is.
[ Dedicated to the immortal words of Tupac Shakur's "Changes"]
That felt you rat-a-tat-tat-tat right through their pecs
And shook up to look at the way you walked this earth
Adjusting our specs to spot the mistrust
Ricocheting offthe Cover of our flesh
Its dust coalescing the clouds between us.
You ask me to find a way out. Can I?
Maybe I’ll shed a drop, draw the sheets
Thenact the scene
just as it is.
[ Dedicated to the immortal words of Tupac Shakur's "Changes"]
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Lucifer’s love sonnet
I smeared my length-width with your lotion, Laid
My powdered bricks on welded chassis free
Until sulfuric acid formed a spree,
A larynx choked on Shah Jahan’s lone bed.
Ties kindred, yellow marble fingers stunt'd
That bled from thorn-pricked thrones, their royal d’cree
Spray-painting wrath on trunks of soft-wood trees
And golden tombs that soaked white cells donat’d.
...
My powdered bricks on welded chassis free
Until sulfuric acid formed a spree,
A larynx choked on Shah Jahan’s lone bed.
Ties kindred, yellow marble fingers stunt'd
That bled from thorn-pricked thrones, their royal d’cree
Spray-painting wrath on trunks of soft-wood trees
And golden tombs that soaked white cells donat’d.
...
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A bad dream
Its this bad dream I had after somebody asked me if I was a bi when reading one of my poems. I saw this gay man sleeping on mybed very close to me. He was facing me and was in the very same posture I was sleeping in, kind of a
mirror image, only a bitmore bigger in his physical dimensions than me. Don't askme why I thought he was gay, it just occurred to me. I tried to throw him away, but I could not even move a muscle of mine. In the darkness, I felt he was patiently watching me and he would not move either. Not a single sound to be heard.Then suddenly I threw my right hand at him and...
mirror image, only a bitmore bigger in his physical dimensions than me. Don't askme why I thought he was gay, it just occurred to me. I tried to throw him away, but I could not even move a muscle of mine. In the darkness, I felt he was patiently watching me and he would not move either. Not a single sound to be heard.Then suddenly I threw my right hand at him and...
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An unhappy index finger and his neighbors
I watch my cognition turn autistic from your absence
Snipping off the mazes once carved to entice you organs
And seek asylum in cadence Wishing to tell you plain
I hope you get stabbed by envy when
you discover myfailure to abstain
from laying my unattired self beside
An old sweetheart of my miserable tides, a
verse of pain, A dissatisfied
conclusion
Three fingers couldn’t be enough to please
yet again.
[This is inspired by a poet’s dilemma I observed at DUP. I realised I have been in her...
Snipping off the mazes once carved to entice you organs
And seek asylum in cadence Wishing to tell you plain
I hope you get stabbed by envy when
you discover myfailure to abstain
from laying my unattired self beside
An old sweetheart of my miserable tides, a
verse of pain, A dissatisfied
conclusion
Three fingers couldn’t be enough to please
yet again.
[This is inspired by a poet’s dilemma I observed at DUP. I realised I have been in her...
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Attempt at freestyling
Oh I can’t do this, this ain’t for me
Forcing myself to think, but don’t feel free
No offence please, but me ain’t crossin’ this fence
These beats, they leave me chasing my silence
So forgive my words and kindly move on
I’ve got my own prison bars to cling on (to).
Forcing myself to think, but don’t feel free
No offence please, but me ain’t crossin’ this fence
These beats, they leave me chasing my silence
So forgive my words and kindly move on
I’ve got my own prison bars to cling on (to).
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Nursery Rhyme Malfunction
seated in a corner, just like old times
grown-up thumbs of the same little Jack Horner
opened a window
for a dip in a pickle
of odd rituals
with plums and apple
pie on their altar
trying to rub fire
inside throbbing flesh,
like the cave-man used to do with
two wild twigs watching
their feeble knees pine for sparks of static electricity;
but tonight
I give up
and
Observe
the ambush of
your ...
grown-up thumbs of the same little Jack Horner
opened a window
for a dip in a pickle
of odd rituals
with plums and apple
pie on their altar
trying to rub fire
inside throbbing flesh,
like the cave-man used to do with
two wild twigs watching
their feeble knees pine for sparks of static electricity;
but tonight
I give up
and
Observe
the ambush of
your ...
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