Submissions by keys_and_gloves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a story teller not a poet but maybe one day that will change to
Falling between worlds
there was never any magic to finding my way to this place just another sleepless night
restless longing to feel, pretend that I could belong
somewhere, at least for a time
to cast my words like fishing lines in hopes of catching some fragment of acceptance
in a craft where I still fumbled
stumbled, blind as any bat
fingers grouping harsh and frantic after words that plagued my mind jerking sleep back like a rug that used to lay so still and lifeless
leaving me flat on my back head spinning with so many verses
titles for these names and faces...
restless longing to feel, pretend that I could belong
somewhere, at least for a time
to cast my words like fishing lines in hopes of catching some fragment of acceptance
in a craft where I still fumbled
stumbled, blind as any bat
fingers grouping harsh and frantic after words that plagued my mind jerking sleep back like a rug that used to lay so still and lifeless
leaving me flat on my back head spinning with so many verses
titles for these names and faces...
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Those hands are not mine
These hands are not mine tonight
no they must belong to someone else
someone that I used to know
used to know all too well
I used to watch those hands grasping endless steaming mugs of tea
wash dishes slowly between 1 and 3 (am of course)
turn yellow pages one by one
how they could fend off sleep with every movement
I used to watch them slick with soap caressing every plate and spoon
folding sheets still warm from the dryer
anything to keep from halting, pausing
resting even for a moments time to think
as I...
no they must belong to someone else
someone that I used to know
used to know all too well
I used to watch those hands grasping endless steaming mugs of tea
wash dishes slowly between 1 and 3 (am of course)
turn yellow pages one by one
how they could fend off sleep with every movement
I used to watch them slick with soap caressing every plate and spoon
folding sheets still warm from the dryer
anything to keep from halting, pausing
resting even for a moments time to think
as I...
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I don't write depressed poetry
But still, here I sit
toying with blackened words seeped in sadness
thinking lines like slow decline
broken hearted
so cliche and tear stained pages
clawing my way back from the brink
of shedding verbs of loneliness
isolated desperation clinging like my second skin
slowly flaking from my shoulders leaving only subtle traces
where my new skin yet feels to raw to pick up and carry on
stamping signs of happiness across black lines of begrudged depression
as though a noseless yellow face could succeed where I still fail
to vanquish...
toying with blackened words seeped in sadness
thinking lines like slow decline
broken hearted
so cliche and tear stained pages
clawing my way back from the brink
of shedding verbs of loneliness
isolated desperation clinging like my second skin
slowly flaking from my shoulders leaving only subtle traces
where my new skin yet feels to raw to pick up and carry on
stamping signs of happiness across black lines of begrudged depression
as though a noseless yellow face could succeed where I still fail
to vanquish...
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E-life
Whatever happened to those days
when 2 good friends was enough
4 was pushing your ability to see them all in a week
and more then you could count on one hand meant you were that kid with more money then social skills
What happened to picking up the phone
going 24 hours without texting someone
or god forbid
leaving the house without your cellphone, tablet, E-reader... ext... ext
Where did the enthusiastic answer Hell ya! go?
when was is swallowed up by the strange awkward silence usually following the question
Are you busy?
When...
when 2 good friends was enough
4 was pushing your ability to see them all in a week
and more then you could count on one hand meant you were that kid with more money then social skills
What happened to picking up the phone
going 24 hours without texting someone
or god forbid
leaving the house without your cellphone, tablet, E-reader... ext... ext
Where did the enthusiastic answer Hell ya! go?
when was is swallowed up by the strange awkward silence usually following the question
Are you busy?
When...
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Comfortable silence
Stop talking
Stop crying whispers into beer glasses between the rasping grasp of other voices
of stars already fading out of memory
feeling eyes that don't exist resting on the backs of people that you have never been and so have no need to try
if badly to regurgitate a version of a day that is to much like the last to strangers that care less for the smell of your cheap cologne then I do
Please stop
Filling these peaceful moment stolen from amidst the rushing sound of air that chases blindly after trains it has ever yet to catch ...
Stop crying whispers into beer glasses between the rasping grasp of other voices
of stars already fading out of memory
feeling eyes that don't exist resting on the backs of people that you have never been and so have no need to try
if badly to regurgitate a version of a day that is to much like the last to strangers that care less for the smell of your cheap cologne then I do
Please stop
Filling these peaceful moment stolen from amidst the rushing sound of air that chases blindly after trains it has ever yet to catch ...
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Silence
When was the last time
anyone took notice
of blank spaces
of silence
the ones that sit
hang back awkwardly
stand guard over lonely stretches
hesitate at crucial moments
wait
withoutthem
wordsarejustletters
crowdingtogether
in combination
they are limitless with possibility
weaving out of nothing
everything
take notice then of silence
that sits and waits
giving meaning
to every word
by being
here
anyone took notice
of blank spaces
of silence
the ones that sit
hang back awkwardly
stand guard over lonely stretches
hesitate at crucial moments
wait
withoutthem
wordsarejustletters
crowdingtogether
in combination
they are limitless with possibility
weaving out of nothing
everything
take notice then of silence
that sits and waits
giving meaning
to every word
by being
here
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Salsa on sale
A sign, that was all
proclaiming in bold red letters
Salsa On Sale
below the letters a cartoonish Mexican
grinned and danced merrily
draped in his festive looking poncho
his sombrero that seemed to big
even for his shadow
along side him a monkey in a smart red vest
and tiny hat doing the same
tin cup in hand they danced together
trying to entice just a few more dollars from the pockets of the passers by
the irony of the moment struck me
Monkeys don't like salsa!
proclaiming in bold red letters
Salsa On Sale
below the letters a cartoonish Mexican
grinned and danced merrily
draped in his festive looking poncho
his sombrero that seemed to big
even for his shadow
along side him a monkey in a smart red vest
and tiny hat doing the same
tin cup in hand they danced together
trying to entice just a few more dollars from the pockets of the passers by
the irony of the moment struck me
Monkeys don't like salsa!
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Never ever
Take more then you give
Bet more then you have
Spend more then its worth
Write love in the sand
Forget your moms birthday
Don't say things that need to be said
Go to bed angry
Throw love letters away
Get to drunk to walk
Throw the first punch
Keep your Ex-girlfriends number on your Facebook phone app
Lose touch with your friends
Drink to be numb
Forget there are people that still want you around
Run up stairs in crappy flip flops
Lie to someone about the scars that you've got
Take it for granted...
Bet more then you have
Spend more then its worth
Write love in the sand
Forget your moms birthday
Don't say things that need to be said
Go to bed angry
Throw love letters away
Get to drunk to walk
Throw the first punch
Keep your Ex-girlfriends number on your Facebook phone app
Lose touch with your friends
Drink to be numb
Forget there are people that still want you around
Run up stairs in crappy flip flops
Lie to someone about the scars that you've got
Take it for granted...
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I saw a man
He was a strong man
a tall man
though his back was bent with age
He was a wise man
a kind man
with hair of silver grey
He walked with pride beneath each step
though his boots were caked with mud
his hands were worn with years of work
face brown and lines as a leather glove
He passed a man sitting in the street with his hands upon his knees
at his feet an old fishing hat and a sign that read help me please
Here the man did stop and stare when he might have passed him by
instead he got down on one knee as I looked on in awe...
a tall man
though his back was bent with age
He was a wise man
a kind man
with hair of silver grey
He walked with pride beneath each step
though his boots were caked with mud
his hands were worn with years of work
face brown and lines as a leather glove
He passed a man sitting in the street with his hands upon his knees
at his feet an old fishing hat and a sign that read help me please
Here the man did stop and stare when he might have passed him by
instead he got down on one knee as I looked on in awe...
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Head banging with weeds
Dandelions thrash to the opening chorus of rattle clank by the chain links
yellow heads bobbing
tussled mops of white thrust back defiantly into the wind
until they lean against one another
exhausted and bald
Foxtails sway
feathered limbs thrumming
raised in the air like they just don't care
drumming to the beat of highway traffic
never alone
but gathered together in tight clusters
wary of outside influence
Thistles nod to smoother tunes
the conservative hemming in the edges
seeming almost out of place
until they throw...
yellow heads bobbing
tussled mops of white thrust back defiantly into the wind
until they lean against one another
exhausted and bald
Foxtails sway
feathered limbs thrumming
raised in the air like they just don't care
drumming to the beat of highway traffic
never alone
but gathered together in tight clusters
wary of outside influence
Thistles nod to smoother tunes
the conservative hemming in the edges
seeming almost out of place
until they throw...
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Just wait
Dragon lady
Wicked witch
flurry of names that come to mind as you set foot in my domain
disapproval of your glances snapping at my heels
as I glide past
inside there is a hissing chorus
drumming every nerve I've got
raging with this bitter hatred that would cause you to recoil
if you knew
behind the calm exterior
there's a bite like a rattle snake
hackles raised so stay away
back off
get out of my face
sooner then you'd like to think
there will be a day
when the choice will...
Wicked witch
flurry of names that come to mind as you set foot in my domain
disapproval of your glances snapping at my heels
as I glide past
inside there is a hissing chorus
drumming every nerve I've got
raging with this bitter hatred that would cause you to recoil
if you knew
behind the calm exterior
there's a bite like a rattle snake
hackles raised so stay away
back off
get out of my face
sooner then you'd like to think
there will be a day
when the choice will...
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Pacing the livingroom, possibly naked
It's 3 am
again
I hate that word... again
it feels so certain
so absolute
that I might never sleep... again
see?
that's why I hate it
and the way the walls feel to close together
as though they could be listening
slowly compressing the doorway to the bedroom
so that it would be impossible to pass through
that I might never climb between the soft warmth of those covers
again...
thick carpet is curling up between my toes
tickling the tired soles of my feet as I pace
again
passing through the...
again
I hate that word... again
it feels so certain
so absolute
that I might never sleep... again
see?
that's why I hate it
and the way the walls feel to close together
as though they could be listening
slowly compressing the doorway to the bedroom
so that it would be impossible to pass through
that I might never climb between the soft warmth of those covers
again...
thick carpet is curling up between my toes
tickling the tired soles of my feet as I pace
again
passing through the...
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