Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations." -Gary the Snail
The Man Who Thought He Was Invisible
I know the man on the porch
Watches in the window.
I leave the shade open
And the dim light on
While I go about my business.
He chain-smokes
With a chair facing the window
That I leave open
Not for him,
But for the breeze.
And the homeless night sounds.
Crying babies and sputtering engines
With the occasional domestic dispute
All fade to white noise
When the breeze wafts them in.
This man sees me
Even now
As I sit on the twin bed
In what isn't even my room
writing about him.
Sparsely clothed.
Watches in the window.
I leave the shade open
And the dim light on
While I go about my business.
He chain-smokes
With a chair facing the window
That I leave open
Not for him,
But for the breeze.
And the homeless night sounds.
Crying babies and sputtering engines
With the occasional domestic dispute
All fade to white noise
When the breeze wafts them in.
This man sees me
Even now
As I sit on the twin bed
In what isn't even my room
writing about him.
Sparsely clothed.
105 reads
7 Comments
Slight Similarities
Hearts shatter
Just like ceramic dolls
When you realize
Their eyes are prettier than yours.
Eyes cloud
Just like the speeding trucks
Passing your pathetic civic
From the passenger's seat.
Hair splits
Just like a bad marriage
When the spark dies
And their hearts hurt from pretending.
Lips curl
Just like the roadkill
You knicked
And thought was a pothole.
Just like ceramic dolls
When you realize
Their eyes are prettier than yours.
Eyes cloud
Just like the speeding trucks
Passing your pathetic civic
From the passenger's seat.
Hair splits
Just like a bad marriage
When the spark dies
And their hearts hurt from pretending.
Lips curl
Just like the roadkill
You knicked
And thought was a pothole.
61 reads
2 Comments
Opposites About Me
Love me from the window,
Love me from the door.
Love me because I'm pure,
Love me because I'm a whore.
Love me.
Hate me from the car
When I'm in the headlights
And hate me when I'm driving.
Hate me because I know your secrets,
And hate me because I'm ignorant.
Hate me.
Want me when I'm sober,
Want me when I'm drunk.
Want me because you're feeling hot,
Want me because you just want to talk.
Want me.
Leave me alone in the dark,
Leave me alone in the day.
Leave me because you need me,
Leave me because...
Love me from the door.
Love me because I'm pure,
Love me because I'm a whore.
Love me.
Hate me from the car
When I'm in the headlights
And hate me when I'm driving.
Hate me because I know your secrets,
And hate me because I'm ignorant.
Hate me.
Want me when I'm sober,
Want me when I'm drunk.
Want me because you're feeling hot,
Want me because you just want to talk.
Want me.
Leave me alone in the dark,
Leave me alone in the day.
Leave me because you need me,
Leave me because...
97 reads
4 Comments
With Nothing
So fucking sick of
"it's gonna be alright"
When all I want is
For someone to just
Take my side.
Life sucks right now.
All my shit
Is thrown outside
With a day to get it.
How's that for time?
Where I'm going
I'll have to downsize.
Why don't I just throw
All my junk out,
And start a new life?
I wish I could
But the cash doesn't allow that.
Hell, I don't even have enough
For the cab there
Or even bus fare.
"it's gonna be alright"
When all I want is
For someone to just
Take my side.
Life sucks right now.
All my shit
Is thrown outside
With a day to get it.
How's that for time?
Where I'm going
I'll have to downsize.
Why don't I just throw
All my junk out,
And start a new life?
I wish I could
But the cash doesn't allow that.
Hell, I don't even have enough
For the cab there
Or even bus fare.
87 reads
8 Comments
Harvest
240 reads
7 Comments
Too Cold for Late April
Told me I could stay the night
With no strings attached, free.
I only realized the duplicity in his words
When he said
'Wanna come watch a movie in bed?'
I accepted my alternatives
And followed him.
Popped in a vhs of Pet Cemetery.
He knows I cringe and cry during horror movies,
But I love the thrill.
"Come here, hun, I'll keep you safe."
Oh, so cliche, but I can't complain.
I'm not cringing at the blood and guts,
But at the rod on my back.
Stabbing my heart.
Have I really fallen this low?
With no strings attached, free.
I only realized the duplicity in his words
When he said
'Wanna come watch a movie in bed?'
I accepted my alternatives
And followed him.
Popped in a vhs of Pet Cemetery.
He knows I cringe and cry during horror movies,
But I love the thrill.
"Come here, hun, I'll keep you safe."
Oh, so cliche, but I can't complain.
I'm not cringing at the blood and guts,
But at the rod on my back.
Stabbing my heart.
Have I really fallen this low?
67 reads
7 Comments
Give It a Few Days
I told you
I'm not high,
I'm just inebriated.
That's a different kind
Of under the weather.
Give me
A couple few hours,
Then I'll be better.
I promise.
And in a few days
All my pain will have
Gone away.
Except for the shakes.
And the rage.
I'm not high,
I'm just inebriated.
That's a different kind
Of under the weather.
Give me
A couple few hours,
Then I'll be better.
I promise.
And in a few days
All my pain will have
Gone away.
Except for the shakes.
And the rage.
146 reads
3 Comments
Missing Dreams
Each time
I fill a prescription
The bottle is empty
Three weeks
Before the refill date.
How many
Of those little fuckers
Did I really take?
Each time
I cash my check
The money
Disappears.
Was it even
Really here?
Each time
I close my eyes
The minute
Is filled with
Monsters
Demons
Dread
Need.
It doesn't even
Come as a surprise.
I fill a prescription
The bottle is empty
Three weeks
Before the refill date.
How many
Of those little fuckers
Did I really take?
Each time
I cash my check
The money
Disappears.
Was it even
Really here?
Each time
I close my eyes
The minute
Is filled with
Monsters
Demons
Dread
Need.
It doesn't even
Come as a surprise.
132 reads
4 Comments
Not One
I once heard a rumor
That this man loved me.
I knew it wasn't true,
But I still let him fuck me.
Even knelt down in front of him;
Pretended to love him.
I knew I wasn't the only one
To him.
And that was okay
Because he wasn't the only one
To me.
Months went by
Of morning sucks
And late night fucks;
Even once or twice
I cooked.
Still then I refused to commit,
Relationships only stay happy
For as long as one can submit.
Everything dies
And love is not to omit.
That this man loved me.
I knew it wasn't true,
But I still let him fuck me.
Even knelt down in front of him;
Pretended to love him.
I knew I wasn't the only one
To him.
And that was okay
Because he wasn't the only one
To me.
Months went by
Of morning sucks
And late night fucks;
Even once or twice
I cooked.
Still then I refused to commit,
Relationships only stay happy
For as long as one can submit.
Everything dies
And love is not to omit.
99 reads
11 Comments
Day Dreaming of Your Nightmare
On the darkest hour
Of your darkest night
Comes your darkest dream.
It devours.
On the red laden horizon
Lay your red laden eyes
Because your red laden dream
Didn't let you rest.
The golden sun
Burns deep holes
In each inch of skin
It penetrates.
Are you awake?
Are you alert?
You're burnt and rigid.
Better than fluid and frigid.
Let us not revisit
January in the Northern Pacific.
Of your darkest night
Comes your darkest dream.
It devours.
On the red laden horizon
Lay your red laden eyes
Because your red laden dream
Didn't let you rest.
The golden sun
Burns deep holes
In each inch of skin
It penetrates.
Are you awake?
Are you alert?
You're burnt and rigid.
Better than fluid and frigid.
Let us not revisit
January in the Northern Pacific.
95 reads
4 Comments
Mouth
Side long glances
From the corner of your eye.
Agonizingly lusting
For these silky lips of mine.
I know you're peaking,
You aren't very sneaky.
I'll lick my lips deviously,
But I'll ignore you completely.
I wish you'd taste me.
My lips, I mean.
From the corner of your eye.
Agonizingly lusting
For these silky lips of mine.
I know you're peaking,
You aren't very sneaky.
I'll lick my lips deviously,
But I'll ignore you completely.
I wish you'd taste me.
My lips, I mean.
328 reads
6 Comments
Groupings
I'll look at a bunch of
Seven lined starts,
Stuck stanzas.
Six of them, actually,
'Cause In my head
They sounded good to me.
Duds of drafts that I'll
Stare at
Dozens more times.
I dread deleting them.
They're just assortments
Doomed to die.
Seven lined starts,
Stuck stanzas.
Six of them, actually,
'Cause In my head
They sounded good to me.
Duds of drafts that I'll
Stare at
Dozens more times.
I dread deleting them.
They're just assortments
Doomed to die.
52 reads
1 Comment
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