Submissions by lightbaron
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
neophyte (alot of trouble for a little bit of win)
they take longer to toss around now
not as close to the ache of impatience
and they glide through dialogue
lessening the heavy edge of conviction
murder me if I mention it
let us make love on summer's last hillside
under an immense name for night
made it through fresh found gunpowder
with the laughter of animated lingering
stay with me
a little longer still
they never did align right behind demand
let alone deception
but they outright refuse affiliation...
not as close to the ache of impatience
and they glide through dialogue
lessening the heavy edge of conviction
murder me if I mention it
let us make love on summer's last hillside
under an immense name for night
made it through fresh found gunpowder
with the laughter of animated lingering
stay with me
a little longer still
they never did align right behind demand
let alone deception
but they outright refuse affiliation...
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analog
because she hung a hug around me
that suggested we would have been lovers
if a single instance had shown up later or
had been more patient and how she lean-
ed in closer than lineage
to whisper well wishes past my listening
saying how seconds are edgeless and
telling me simply to have a good show
as if we were waiting outside a venue
to watch our favorite band perform
not accepting that the music had ended
that suggested we would have been lovers
if a single instance had shown up later or
had been more patient and how she lean-
ed in closer than lineage
to whisper well wishes past my listening
saying how seconds are edgeless and
telling me simply to have a good show
as if we were waiting outside a venue
to watch our favorite band perform
not accepting that the music had ended
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tandem
pleasant as early autumn
August's unexpectedly soft skin
sheds its adolescence
through marshmallow syllables
it is through the second week
of the last month in summer
and the weather is impeccable
words are a sweet stuck between teeth
the season usually bleeds concrete
around cotton
blowing dandelions
into a vacuum
the heat acting as an adhesive mesh
sticking the littlest flying whims
to the linens hung on the horizons clothesline
this...
August's unexpectedly soft skin
sheds its adolescence
through marshmallow syllables
it is through the second week
of the last month in summer
and the weather is impeccable
words are a sweet stuck between teeth
the season usually bleeds concrete
around cotton
blowing dandelions
into a vacuum
the heat acting as an adhesive mesh
sticking the littlest flying whims
to the linens hung on the horizons clothesline
this...
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big brother
heard my grizzly bear of a brother
wail an anvil last nignt
started as a simple spat with his ol' lady
nothing to take the towers down on
then she left to get space
without a time frame on her returning
she was back in a few hours
as expected
would not usually be an issue to alarm
but there was an electrocuted second
that strapped a lead noose
around the neck of his knowing
when she took their son...
wail an anvil last nignt
started as a simple spat with his ol' lady
nothing to take the towers down on
then she left to get space
without a time frame on her returning
she was back in a few hours
as expected
would not usually be an issue to alarm
but there was an electrocuted second
that strapped a lead noose
around the neck of his knowing
when she took their son...
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the flowers have already happened
never knowing that they are in love
so let's not call it anarchy darling
it's not the statehouse that's at stake
never knowing that they are in love
so let's not call it anarchy darling
it's not the statehouse that's at stake
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rudder
been tying twelve ounce blue ribbons
around my sails all weekend
waiting for the water to run wet again
easy like sunday morning
this fenced in one/sixteenth of a suburban acre
has the weight of the world on its shoulders
there's a man here that swears by the band aid
thinks a good blues tune is worth every wound
an old aluminum shed sits in the corner
two years a zombie
feasting on plywood brains to remain animated
a two foot plastic rooster with stars in his eyes ...
around my sails all weekend
waiting for the water to run wet again
easy like sunday morning
this fenced in one/sixteenth of a suburban acre
has the weight of the world on its shoulders
there's a man here that swears by the band aid
thinks a good blues tune is worth every wound
an old aluminum shed sits in the corner
two years a zombie
feasting on plywood brains to remain animated
a two foot plastic rooster with stars in his eyes ...
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load
a ton of feathers does weigh more
than two stacks of gold
ask the rain
and every day is too hard to get through
until you do
and every week is impossibly thorough
but ends in small celebrations
years sculpt forms into the stones
stacked on chests
ask the wind
took me four hours to take off the work boots tonight
stuck on the back porch after three wind-down beers
proceeded to the next five pull out the pen ones
then got lost between the count and the...
than two stacks of gold
ask the rain
and every day is too hard to get through
until you do
and every week is impossibly thorough
but ends in small celebrations
years sculpt forms into the stones
stacked on chests
ask the wind
took me four hours to take off the work boots tonight
stuck on the back porch after three wind-down beers
proceeded to the next five pull out the pen ones
then got lost between the count and the...
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cripple creek
although your shrink says you shouldn't
you still read this
mistaking the music for mileage
I can take the blame when it's due
I do confuse my shame for fuel
and might just not have the chops yet
to let the letters tell us their true names
so allow me simplicity in attempting these
was twenty miles down the path yesterday
the one between the river and its road
was twenty miles south of where
you would put three inches of...
you still read this
mistaking the music for mileage
I can take the blame when it's due
I do confuse my shame for fuel
and might just not have the chops yet
to let the letters tell us their true names
so allow me simplicity in attempting these
was twenty miles down the path yesterday
the one between the river and its road
was twenty miles south of where
you would put three inches of...
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spearmint
wanted to tell her that she forgot to close the door
that the whole world was threatening to trickle in
but she flicked the spool of silver from off my desk
before i could strand together the first few syllables
she always does this when she's drinking
when i want her most
her twirl i told her is only maddening
when she whispers my name- and
now she sang it prettier than best intentions
the whole world was in
and it was maddening
she loves me more than strung silver ...
that the whole world was threatening to trickle in
but she flicked the spool of silver from off my desk
before i could strand together the first few syllables
she always does this when she's drinking
when i want her most
her twirl i told her is only maddening
when she whispers my name- and
now she sang it prettier than best intentions
the whole world was in
and it was maddening
she loves me more than strung silver ...
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arose as medicine
been ninety plus degrees
this first stretch
from Julius under high Helios
last night's summer storm started
and ended in fifteen minutes
now the hammock out back
beside the forsythia bush
swings pleasantly in less density
we've been up since five
conversing over coffee
with daybreak's burden
by ten we're dug into the third Obsidian Stout
on the morning of the world's bastard son's ...
this first stretch
from Julius under high Helios
last night's summer storm started
and ended in fifteen minutes
now the hammock out back
beside the forsythia bush
swings pleasantly in less density
we've been up since five
conversing over coffee
with daybreak's burden
by ten we're dug into the third Obsidian Stout
on the morning of the world's bastard son's ...
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the center's unrequited passion for outside
where the setting sun settles
discrepencies over the word promise
the rivers run west of wet, and dry
wells are a tomorrow always burden
this is where the stars stand still
in a hall of mirrors
and time did end
and waves do ripple
and forever is a blessing
once we accept it's perishable
and is already over
the debt was cleared once we borrowed more
only one out of a thousand of us is gonna make it
and the sparrows of paradise will peck
nine hundred and ninety nine morsels until
they become dust ...
discrepencies over the word promise
the rivers run west of wet, and dry
wells are a tomorrow always burden
this is where the stars stand still
in a hall of mirrors
and time did end
and waves do ripple
and forever is a blessing
once we accept it's perishable
and is already over
the debt was cleared once we borrowed more
only one out of a thousand of us is gonna make it
and the sparrows of paradise will peck
nine hundred and ninety nine morsels until
they become dust ...
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the astronauts report it feels good
he was our hero, he
vowed allegiance to outermost
edges, he knapped flint in fork-
ed tongue forever, but forgot
how the climate there defies
standard applying of temperature
before the demons are named
and saved in the angelic
that shames mans inspiration
there is that which hasn't happened
yet
less than death, more than life
not entropy, stagnancy, kinetic energy
higher than ascended transcendence
lower than primordial chaotic stew
he was our antagonist, he
mistook isolation of self service ...
vowed allegiance to outermost
edges, he knapped flint in fork-
ed tongue forever, but forgot
how the climate there defies
standard applying of temperature
before the demons are named
and saved in the angelic
that shames mans inspiration
there is that which hasn't happened
yet
less than death, more than life
not entropy, stagnancy, kinetic energy
higher than ascended transcendence
lower than primordial chaotic stew
he was our antagonist, he
mistook isolation of self service ...
112 reads
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