Story Poems
A Different Kind of Reality
by B DEWITT
When night comes,
a darker place calls to me.
It is my light,
my candle,
my way.
Reality shapes and shifts
revealing a path;
a broken boundary.
......
The Devil's tale
by El Mann
Where he goes death follows
Why that is no one knows
What he touches turns to dust
Yet he knows not what he does
The concept of joy is a stranger to him
If he has ever felt it at all it was but a gleam
He too shall never obtain love
As though some divine punishment from above
He does know what love is
But he will forever be denied that eternal bliss
......
do you remember(as a child)
by Rumi Ullidov
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
......
Atlas' Lament
by Author Reinvented
Some say they bear the weight of the world on their shoulders;
I laugh, for such punishment is mild.
My laugh, a hollow, empty laugh,
Garnished with a bitter smile.
Oh, what I would give; Oh! What precious blood I would shed,
To have born, instead, the world's weight,
To have, instead, a different task,
Than be cursed with love so great.
......
A Roses’ Kiss
by B DEWITT
Born in spring.
Vibrantly coloured and as open as the flames of passion;
truly regaling as life’s lover.
And yet,
dead by winter.
Harsh to touch and as crimson
as blood.
Contained within is a blackened heart; shrivelled, old, withered, and weak.
......
The Devil's tale
by El Mann
Where he goes death follows
Why that is no one knows
What he touches turns to dust
Yet he knows not what he does
The concept of joy is a stranger to him
If he has ever felt it at all it was but a gleam
He too shall never obtain love
As though some divine punishment from above
He does know what love is
But he will forever be denied that eternal bliss
......
The crumbling tower
by Emilia Womp
A boy with pruning skin and hollow eyes
has a brother, who’s thrice his size.
They march on and on, down spiraling stairs,
the crumbling tower is built like a maze.
“What a wonderful day” grandma says,
meanwhile a brick flies by her face.
She breathes in the rot, inspects the dust,
crackling stairs and moldy crust.
Steps fall to pieces, yet they’re still alive.
There’s no concern, they will survive.
......
The Mirror
by El Mann
Little Billy Chapman was a good boy he was,
Madam mummy and sir daddy he dared not cross.
"Go stand in the corner!" the teachers would say,
At the lunch table the mean kids often chased him away.
But for little Billy it was not all bad,
For special company he always had.
In the dark solitude he did find
A magic mirror of some kind.
His little secret the world did not know,
The mysterious magic he swore to never show.
......
we gotta spend more time together
by Bogdan Dragos
“I was ten years old,” she said,
her head resting on
my shoulder. “And the flames
covered the damn sky. Though our
neighbor was actually
lucky. Lucky I
didn’t burn his house. I mean,
motherfucker had it
coming. You don’t run over a girl’s
puppy and expect to
......
twist the blade
by Bogdan Dragos
again
she grabs a stool
and places it into the corner
of the room,
climbs on it, assumes the lotus position
and closes her eyes
and covers her ears with headphones
She faces the corner
......
