Submissions by trebledharmonies (Addicted To Internet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm crrrrrrrrrrrrazy! (And pretty much have an embarrassing ego complex hurr)
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 2:04am
19th Nov 2013 2:04am
escape
the smoke curls out of my mouth,
disappearing into the ether, much like my thoughts.
the heat lines above the lighter flame
blur what i see in the mirror.
(is what i see reality?)
i thought i gave this up...?
the room feels warmer
or maybe it's just me
and i feel that smile, itching at the corners of my lips
my relentless optimism tearing,
fighting to break free
with peace in my system,
flowing through my veins,
a steady coursing river growing louder in my ears, rushing;
it is easier, now, for me to let go.
the...
disappearing into the ether, much like my thoughts.
the heat lines above the lighter flame
blur what i see in the mirror.
(is what i see reality?)
i thought i gave this up...?
the room feels warmer
or maybe it's just me
and i feel that smile, itching at the corners of my lips
my relentless optimism tearing,
fighting to break free
with peace in my system,
flowing through my veins,
a steady coursing river growing louder in my ears, rushing;
it is easier, now, for me to let go.
the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 2:03am
19th Nov 2013 2:03am
crush
I put words together, in my mind,
shuffle them around like I'm playing Sudoku
while drunk, trying my damndest to find
a way to express how your dimples
seem to echo your laugh, a way
to describe how I want to steal away
your thick, knitted sweater
and wear your warmth.
I want to hear your low, rich laugh
in my ear, want to feel your mustache
tickle my neck when you kiss me.
I want to sleep on your crappy bed
with your deflated, tired mattress
and look up at the pictures
that you hung crooked on purpose.
I want to crawl...
shuffle them around like I'm playing Sudoku
while drunk, trying my damndest to find
a way to express how your dimples
seem to echo your laugh, a way
to describe how I want to steal away
your thick, knitted sweater
and wear your warmth.
I want to hear your low, rich laugh
in my ear, want to feel your mustache
tickle my neck when you kiss me.
I want to sleep on your crappy bed
with your deflated, tired mattress
and look up at the pictures
that you hung crooked on purpose.
I want to crawl...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2012 4:42am
19th Aug 2012 4:42am
love drug (first draft)
i close my eyes
and the memory is clear as day:
you, your lips pursed, your mustache crinkling
as your mouth curves over the end of the blown glass pipe.
the flick of the lighter, the crackle of the burning bud.
was it one hour that we were sitting, or was it four?
time lost its meaning, for a while.
weeks turned to months
and we barely noticed.
i wanted to numb my brain, with drugs and with you
and it worked a little too well.
because even after the high faded
and the buzz gave way to lethargy and apathy
you stuck to my mind...
and the memory is clear as day:
you, your lips pursed, your mustache crinkling
as your mouth curves over the end of the blown glass pipe.
the flick of the lighter, the crackle of the burning bud.
was it one hour that we were sitting, or was it four?
time lost its meaning, for a while.
weeks turned to months
and we barely noticed.
i wanted to numb my brain, with drugs and with you
and it worked a little too well.
because even after the high faded
and the buzz gave way to lethargy and apathy
you stuck to my mind...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2010 3:08am
29th Aug 2010 3:08am
White Midnight
the air is cold, but not bitterly so
as I walk through the snow late at night.
my feet defile its virgin surface
(crunch, crunch, crunch)
and the still night air is punctured, too.
the field of snow stretches out into
the quiet darkness of the night;
it glows crystalline in the pale wash
of light from the lamp-post,
glittering in silent brilliance.
my breath rises in whorls as it exits my mouth,
dissipating into the nighttime chill as if
it never existed.
I look up to try to find it, and instead find the moon
and the flickering...
as I walk through the snow late at night.
my feet defile its virgin surface
(crunch, crunch, crunch)
and the still night air is punctured, too.
the field of snow stretches out into
the quiet darkness of the night;
it glows crystalline in the pale wash
of light from the lamp-post,
glittering in silent brilliance.
my breath rises in whorls as it exits my mouth,
dissipating into the nighttime chill as if
it never existed.
I look up to try to find it, and instead find the moon
and the flickering...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2010 3:04am
29th Aug 2010 3:04am
Night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.
..do you know that I hang on your every word?
fragmented, mellifluous, sincere or lying
joyful or tragic; mundane or profound.
I walk along the stretches of our conversations
that span over the sands of time,
collecting words that are special to me
as if they were pieces of beach glass.
the good ones sparkle beautifully in the light;
they jangle in my pockets
and make me smile,
filling my heart with a foolish hope.
even if you don't mean them the way I want you to,
they are all I have.
I take the rarer bad words,...
fragmented, mellifluous, sincere or lying
joyful or tragic; mundane or profound.
I walk along the stretches of our conversations
that span over the sands of time,
collecting words that are special to me
as if they were pieces of beach glass.
the good ones sparkle beautifully in the light;
they jangle in my pockets
and make me smile,
filling my heart with a foolish hope.
even if you don't mean them the way I want you to,
they are all I have.
I take the rarer bad words,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2010 8:41am
26th Aug 2010 8:41am
He doesn't use an umbrella.
Raindrops touch his face as he walks, cold and gentle, like a dead lover;
his eyes close, and he can almost pretend
that the world is as blank and dark and quiet
as it is behind his weary lids.
Soaked to the bone, tired, aching, he comes home to his musty apartment
to numb his mind along with his body;
naked and shivering in front of the TV,
he is astounded by the horrors of humanity.
Ever-silent, watchful, pensive, he wanders the streetsand walks through the crowds as much as around them,
no longer seeking worship, nor even
the faintest...
his eyes close, and he can almost pretend
that the world is as blank and dark and quiet
as it is behind his weary lids.
Soaked to the bone, tired, aching, he comes home to his musty apartment
to numb his mind along with his body;
naked and shivering in front of the TV,
he is astounded by the horrors of humanity.
Ever-silent, watchful, pensive, he wanders the streetsand walks through the crowds as much as around them,
no longer seeking worship, nor even
the faintest...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2010 8:28am
26th Aug 2010 8:28am
kiss me
as smooth as chocolate just melting into your tongue
or ice cream dripping through your fingers down the cone;
tastes as sweet as butter-rum toffee,
though I confess I prefer your lips
to burnt vanilla sugar and milk and alcohol.
insinuate yourself in me
like a rotten cavity
it's rough now, perhaps, but started so sweet.
bite down on the ripe, red strawberry, feel its juice
drip down my chin; lick my lips and grin
and wait for you to kiss the pulpy bits
from my mouth; to kiss me with such passion
that it dislodges a seed stuck to my tooth.
or ice cream dripping through your fingers down the cone;
tastes as sweet as butter-rum toffee,
though I confess I prefer your lips
to burnt vanilla sugar and milk and alcohol.
insinuate yourself in me
like a rotten cavity
it's rough now, perhaps, but started so sweet.
bite down on the ripe, red strawberry, feel its juice
drip down my chin; lick my lips and grin
and wait for you to kiss the pulpy bits
from my mouth; to kiss me with such passion
that it dislodges a seed stuck to my tooth.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Aug 2010 10:20am
25th Aug 2010 10:20am
Loving you is as natural as breathing.
your hands mold me, like warm clay in the sun
and your fingertips leave imprints on my skin;
your every touch is tattooed, making me into
a tapestry of your handiwork.
when we kiss, I taste stars bursting to life,
and when we fuck I feel the rumble of thunder
in the way you shiver.
crush my lungs with the weight of your need;
make me gasp, and then the tide rolls over my head and
I am submerged, immersed in you.
your sweat drips from my skin, your cries stain my lips
and little red half-moons make a trail across my back
as you...
and your fingertips leave imprints on my skin;
your every touch is tattooed, making me into
a tapestry of your handiwork.
when we kiss, I taste stars bursting to life,
and when we fuck I feel the rumble of thunder
in the way you shiver.
crush my lungs with the weight of your need;
make me gasp, and then the tide rolls over my head and
I am submerged, immersed in you.
your sweat drips from my skin, your cries stain my lips
and little red half-moons make a trail across my back
as you...
1140 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Aug 2010 10:18am
25th Aug 2010 10:18am
yo soy debil.
i am not strong.
your virulent words weaken me, erode at my calm facade
and little hairline fractures start to
spiderweb over my skin, as my control frays.
my jaw clenches as you spit out mouthfuls of hate,
and your blind rage is consuming you so completely that
you're practically frothing at the edges of your lips,
like a dog. an animal.
no logic, just violence.
your favorite weapon is bare-handed.
intimidation, a need to engender fear;
that eerie, predatory glint in your eye when
you say you want to stab me
and look at the...
your virulent words weaken me, erode at my calm facade
and little hairline fractures start to
spiderweb over my skin, as my control frays.
my jaw clenches as you spit out mouthfuls of hate,
and your blind rage is consuming you so completely that
you're practically frothing at the edges of your lips,
like a dog. an animal.
no logic, just violence.
your favorite weapon is bare-handed.
intimidation, a need to engender fear;
that eerie, predatory glint in your eye when
you say you want to stab me
and look at the...
254 reads
2 Comments
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