Submissions by puckit (S.A. Elrod)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends."
Deprivation - Annie
Why did God make me like this?” fourteen year old Annie asked her mother.
The words hung heavy in the silence.
Annie’s mother sobbed gently. “I don’t know baby!” she replied through her tears. She gathered herself and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, summoning all the wisdom she could remember from her daddy’s sermons and her ex-husbands beatings.
“I don’t know what he has planned in his infinite wisdom, but although we don’t like it or understand it, it has to be right or he wouldn’t let it happen.” she stated in a tone that defied anyone to challenge her.
It was a tone...
The words hung heavy in the silence.
Annie’s mother sobbed gently. “I don’t know baby!” she replied through her tears. She gathered herself and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, summoning all the wisdom she could remember from her daddy’s sermons and her ex-husbands beatings.
“I don’t know what he has planned in his infinite wisdom, but although we don’t like it or understand it, it has to be right or he wouldn’t let it happen.” she stated in a tone that defied anyone to challenge her.
It was a tone...
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Where is the solace
Where do you find it?
The solace that eludes
And exudes the stench
Of disappointment
In the god that dropped you
Here
In the depths of disregard
At the mother who left
Just when the going was good
To meet and chastise the god
That dropped us
Here
In the mouth of false illusions
At the father who decided
That the chasing of tail
Trumped the chaos of boys
And looked to thank the god
That dropped us
Here
Where responsibilities
Fell away with effort
...
The solace that eludes
And exudes the stench
Of disappointment
In the god that dropped you
Here
In the depths of disregard
At the mother who left
Just when the going was good
To meet and chastise the god
That dropped us
Here
In the mouth of false illusions
At the father who decided
That the chasing of tail
Trumped the chaos of boys
And looked to thank the god
That dropped us
Here
Where responsibilities
Fell away with effort
...
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A life uncommon
A life uncommon.
How do you live it when it's so restricted
to common
to baby's bottles
and hockey practice
and pen to paper and
financial aid
when the jungle calls
and the freedom
of the fight is pulling at your soul
and your sickness
and your children's faces
juxtaposed on the tear-filled faces
the blood-stained faces of the children
and the crying mothers and suicide bombs
and the bandaid on the stump
A life uncommon.
where the road diverges
and the choice is simple
and not a minefield ...
How do you live it when it's so restricted
to common
to baby's bottles
and hockey practice
and pen to paper and
financial aid
when the jungle calls
and the freedom
of the fight is pulling at your soul
and your sickness
and your children's faces
juxtaposed on the tear-filled faces
the blood-stained faces of the children
and the crying mothers and suicide bombs
and the bandaid on the stump
A life uncommon.
where the road diverges
and the choice is simple
and not a minefield ...
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Darkpit
Darkpit
fuckitall
byebye
fuckitall
byebye
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Hope (less)
I pick up the newspaper.
Scan the front page.
Fuck!
I turn on the T.V.
Shit, I can’t get away from it.
Rape as a weapon of war in Sudan.
Politician shot in Arizona,
others killed
Including little girl.
Washing in the river where they shit in India.
Juarez runs with rivers of blood
Drones over Afghanistan
IED’s in Iraq
Millions of dead fish
Birds dropping from the sky
Boy kills mom over fifty bucks.
Man rapes and kills 4 year old boy
Women for sale in every...
Scan the front page.
Fuck!
I turn on the T.V.
Shit, I can’t get away from it.
Rape as a weapon of war in Sudan.
Politician shot in Arizona,
others killed
Including little girl.
Washing in the river where they shit in India.
Juarez runs with rivers of blood
Drones over Afghanistan
IED’s in Iraq
Millions of dead fish
Birds dropping from the sky
Boy kills mom over fifty bucks.
Man rapes and kills 4 year old boy
Women for sale in every...
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The Dragon Burns
The dragon is awakening
I feel it moving, rolling,
I feel the heat of its breath against my ribcage
I feel its heartbeat quicken
Mine quickens in response
I thought it would sleep forever
Lulled into permanent slumber
By the love I found in my family
Removing the need
To watch it burn
But the dragon burns again
Waking slowly, painfully
I feel it raise its ugly head
Pressing against my heart
With searing pressure
Opening its gaping maw
Beckoning me with the smoke
I thought had left me forever
The need is harsh and...
I feel it moving, rolling,
I feel the heat of its breath against my ribcage
I feel its heartbeat quicken
Mine quickens in response
I thought it would sleep forever
Lulled into permanent slumber
By the love I found in my family
Removing the need
To watch it burn
But the dragon burns again
Waking slowly, painfully
I feel it raise its ugly head
Pressing against my heart
With searing pressure
Opening its gaping maw
Beckoning me with the smoke
I thought had left me forever
The need is harsh and...
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Dichotomy
From one moment or one day to the next I don't know what my frame of mind will be. I don't know how I'll feel. I don't know if the dreams and desires I've had until that time will be inspirational or will cause despair. I wonder if I'll actually follow through on my current mindset or it will be thrown upon the scrap heap with all of my previous illusions and delusions and ideas of health and wealth and fame and glory. I conceive of brilliant and sometimes not so brilliant plans to improve mine or someone else's life, but before I can see the plans to fruition, I lose drive and become lost in...
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I wonder
I sometimes wonder if, when people look at me, they can tell that I've given up. Can they see the failure and disappointment in my eyes? Do they know that I once had wondrous, hope-filled dreams and that I've buried them so deep that I can barely remember what they were? Can they feel my sadness when I enter a room? I think they can.
I wish that someone could pierce the veil of my solitude and isolation, to delve deeper beneath the facade of my quiet shyness. I wish I could reach out from behind my walls of pain and shame and shout to the world that I'm alive! I exist! Someone please...
I wish that someone could pierce the veil of my solitude and isolation, to delve deeper beneath the facade of my quiet shyness. I wish I could reach out from behind my walls of pain and shame and shout to the world that I'm alive! I exist! Someone please...
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Burning
I look to you for freedom, for release that you cannot offer, for you possess it not. Yet it seeks you, and I seek you in this ashen mist of memory. Plumes of bitter smoke begin to course from our pyre, consuming our passion as our passion once consumed us. I glimpse your flesh through the smokescreen. I yearn for the heat of your body not the heat of this conflagration. I hear your loving laughter in the distance of memory as my heart turns to ashes.
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My heart it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub..
it beats and beats and beats without rest, tirelessly, faultlessly, never betraying the secret wounds that it carries, never revealing the proximity of silence and motionlessness, never contemplating the meaning of its repetitious motion, it just beats..
lub-dub,lub-dub
as emotion constricts its motion
it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub..
as my mind contracts around it
it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub
as mybody writhes in agony
it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub
as my soul cries out for solace
it...
it beats and beats and beats without rest, tirelessly, faultlessly, never betraying the secret wounds that it carries, never revealing the proximity of silence and motionlessness, never contemplating the meaning of its repetitious motion, it just beats..
lub-dub,lub-dub
as emotion constricts its motion
it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub..
as my mind contracts around it
it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub
as mybody writhes in agony
it beats
lub-dub, lub-dub
as my soul cries out for solace
it...
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To my ex-love Catalina
In your confusion you injure
not on purpose
not with purpose
you lose the rythm
you lose the ryhme
but in time
you will see
your driven attitude
may buy you latitude
but your perfectionist soul
will take it's toll
on the weary
and the wary
for your special gift
for angry love
is lost in the chasm
of your lonely soul
lost but unknowing
you reject the love
given in haste
such waste
is forgiven
for a time
but again the rhyme
is lost
at great cost
you drive on
to you Catalina
I write...
not on purpose
not with purpose
you lose the rythm
you lose the ryhme
but in time
you will see
your driven attitude
may buy you latitude
but your perfectionist soul
will take it's toll
on the weary
and the wary
for your special gift
for angry love
is lost in the chasm
of your lonely soul
lost but unknowing
you reject the love
given in haste
such waste
is forgiven
for a time
but again the rhyme
is lost
at great cost
you drive on
to you Catalina
I write...
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There's a Time
V. 1
It's the life that you're living
the love that you feel
that things that are fantasy
the things that are real
It's all that you want to be
and all that you are
the people and places
how much and how far
Chorus:
But there's a time
to hold your head high
a time for questioning
a time to ask why
a time to find your dreams
and reach for the sky
a time for decision
a time just to fly
V. 2
Your dream is your vision
your life's your reward
If you live life in conflict...
It's the life that you're living
the love that you feel
that things that are fantasy
the things that are real
It's all that you want to be
and all that you are
the people and places
how much and how far
Chorus:
But there's a time
to hold your head high
a time for questioning
a time to ask why
a time to find your dreams
and reach for the sky
a time for decision
a time just to fly
V. 2
Your dream is your vision
your life's your reward
If you live life in conflict...
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