Submissions by meimei
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 00:12am
30th Jan 2014 00:12am
since i met you
for j., june 12, 2012
since i met you / i’m so glad / my nerve endings work
& fingertip muscles... tongue / receptors, ear lobes
now aware
of my pumping / neck, baby hair at the nape
tender inside of forearm, shape of my shoulders
the sudden ecstatic tangle
of your white fingers in my black hair
as we wake at dawn / the strange warm galaxy spinning between my hips
since i met you
i give praise for my whole body
i pray for health because of...
since i met you / i’m so glad / my nerve endings work
& fingertip muscles... tongue / receptors, ear lobes
now aware
of my pumping / neck, baby hair at the nape
tender inside of forearm, shape of my shoulders
the sudden ecstatic tangle
of your white fingers in my black hair
as we wake at dawn / the strange warm galaxy spinning between my hips
since i met you
i give praise for my whole body
i pray for health because of...
78 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2014 2:43am
13th Jan 2014 2:43am
street fair
philadelphia, 2011
my back against your body
in the chaotic crowd
when you touched my fingers
you interlaced them slowly
near my hip, in secret
the gentian dusk coming on
neon necklaces starting to burn, the ferris wheel
spinning left, the great chiming musicbox
rising by crane before us, men with painted faces
pushing past- brandishing brandy bottles and breathing fire-
kids gathering on the roof
of the glass...
my back against your body
in the chaotic crowd
when you touched my fingers
you interlaced them slowly
near my hip, in secret
the gentian dusk coming on
neon necklaces starting to burn, the ferris wheel
spinning left, the great chiming musicbox
rising by crane before us, men with painted faces
pushing past- brandishing brandy bottles and breathing fire-
kids gathering on the roof
of the glass...
75 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 9:56pm
6th Jan 2014 9:56pm
Trenton City Museum
i want to live in the Trenton City Museum.
i want no luxuries, only
the decadence of my
echoing voice / just the mercy
of consciousness / being alive
and knowing it
it’s almost too much:
my heart humming like a young generator
and the sunlight
through these old mansion windows.
i want no luxuries, only
the decadence of my
echoing voice / just the mercy
of consciousness / being alive
and knowing it
it’s almost too much:
my heart humming like a young generator
and the sunlight
through these old mansion windows.
83 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 4:28am
31st Dec 2013 4:28am
Hollywood Beach, FL
12 a m New year’s night
in a motel room
by the sea
everyone’s drunken commotion
singing horns explosions
drifting through the window
1600 miles from home
surrounded by salty dark
air and sand i step
behind a curtain
to wash off all
last year’s disasters.
in a motel room
by the sea
everyone’s drunken commotion
singing horns explosions
drifting through the window
1600 miles from home
surrounded by salty dark
air and sand i step
behind a curtain
to wash off all
last year’s disasters.
68 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Dec 2013 5:57am
29th Dec 2013 5:57am
Journal 11-20-12
When I was a child
before the tv light / hit me
before the toxic smell / of new magazines
before the other girls started shaving their
legs / waxing off layers of themselves
before anorexia / before the rape
before boys / before him /
and him / and him / and him
when i was alone, a child under blue sky
hiding in the forever grass – what was i going to be?
what did i dream?
what path was i on?
how do i get back?
before the tv light / hit me
before the toxic smell / of new magazines
before the other girls started shaving their
legs / waxing off layers of themselves
before anorexia / before the rape
before boys / before him /
and him / and him / and him
when i was alone, a child under blue sky
hiding in the forever grass – what was i going to be?
what did i dream?
what path was i on?
how do i get back?
90 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 4:36pm
1st Dec 2013 4:36pm
semi-paralytic
I lapse into a semi-paralytic lull in your presence-
nothing bothers me at all.
I’m like the cat that goes limp by the neck, in your jaw.
When you’re seated beside me, in church or subway
bus or bedside,
everything is holy, all around us go up
the white willows,
the ornate stained glass, the dark polished wood,
the fast-billowing smokestacks on the turnpike
every switch in my body shuts off
except the one labeled sensuous
the one labeled now-
in your presence, it flares
then burns me into nothing.
nothing bothers me at all.
I’m like the cat that goes limp by the neck, in your jaw.
When you’re seated beside me, in church or subway
bus or bedside,
everything is holy, all around us go up
the white willows,
the ornate stained glass, the dark polished wood,
the fast-billowing smokestacks on the turnpike
every switch in my body shuts off
except the one labeled sensuous
the one labeled now-
in your presence, it flares
then burns me into nothing.
134 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 1:13am
25th Nov 2013 1:13am
119
love is going to be
either born or miscarried.
dead or alive, it has to come out
dead or alive, it hurts like hell
i bleed like a bottomless well.
i wake
and fall asleep drowning
in guilt
in between rounds of drinks
he’ll excuse himself
to wash his hands of me
i’ll stay home by the toilet
see if the arrested
heart that i flushed
under a closed lid
ever resurfaces
either born or miscarried.
dead or alive, it has to come out
dead or alive, it hurts like hell
i bleed like a bottomless well.
i wake
and fall asleep drowning
in guilt
in between rounds of drinks
he’ll excuse himself
to wash his hands of me
i’ll stay home by the toilet
see if the arrested
heart that i flushed
under a closed lid
ever resurfaces
110 reads
10 Comments
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