"glumly" poems
flesh smirks cautiously
silent beehives squelching elk
leaps glumly, mules snarl
bluebird builds, rigid
foundlings disappear lamely
incarnations peck
raw conjurers acts
devious shady agile
rosemary boasts, stare
starflower hovers
depression gives birth snidely
harps romping mustang
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
The ghost of Bill Kettchel still sits glumly on the bluff
Not but a few paces from where he was fell
He has risen majestic at night from the well.
Still screaming out loud, Hey give em hell boys, give em hell
Dropped in head a foremost by the heel of his boot
Give em hell goes the echo, by god give em all hell
The fields glistened brightly with crimson and gore
The fighting was grisly like none seen before.
All stacked up like cord-wood a good ten foot high, they smote grey and smote blue
by the hip and by the thigh.
Give em hell boys by god, came the echoing cry.
Now musket ball splatter, now cannon grape rain.
March through the death gauntlet and line up again.
As the dying lie crying Under shade tree spread wide.
I'm a Yankee doodle dandy. Yankee doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam born on the fourth of July.
Look away ,look away look away.
Dumped in head a foremost by foot and by heel. My self, Andy, Caleb
Rest daily in the well. By day we lie peacefull, at night we rebell.
Especially those nights when the moon is aglow
We rise to the mouth and we holler and shout.
Give em hell boys by god, just send them all straight to hell.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
The sun
And scattered blossom
And bursts of fruitful leaves
Are mocking me this morning
As I glumly tread to school
Thinking how I hate
Everything.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Auntie took me
to Milly's place
across the parade ground
Milly let us in
and Milly said
to her daughter Elsie
show Benny
the blue budgie
Elsie looked at me
sternly and unsmiling
budgie wants to sleep
Elsie said
budgies don't sleep
in the day
Milly said
show Benny
the bird
Elsie sighed
and walked
to the other room
where a birdcage
was hooked up
to a metal stand
I saw the blue budgie
on a perch
that's the bird
Elsie said glumly
looking at me
what's it's name?
I asked
why'd you
want to know?
She said
so I can talk to it
I said
talk to a bird?
She said mockingly
boys don't talk
to birds
I studied the blue budgie
hello blue bird
I said
the budgie chirped
and flapped its wings
it's name's not blue bird
Elsie said
what's it's name then?
I said
not telling you
she said
and walked off
is it Elsie too?
I said
she turned
and gazed at me
no it's a boy bird
boy birds aren't called
girl names
she said
Milly came in the room
to fetch a couple of plates
are you talking to Billy?
She asked me
yes
I said
he chirped at me
Milly smiled
that's good
she said
Elsie glared at me
as her mother
walked back
out the room
hello Billy
I said to the budgie
the bird chirped again
Elsie stood next to me
and stared at the budgie
perhaps he likes you
she said
I don't know why
I looked at the budgie
I like you
I said quietly
Elsie stared at me
do you?
She said
I nodded
I don't know why
she added
and walked away
nor do I
my voice
uttered softly to Billy
Elsie had gone
and the bird
flapped its wings
and flew across the cage
to the other side
I did like her
I didn't lie.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
I walked Auntie's dog Dancer
across by the parade grounds
while Auntie did the washing
in the copper
the dog kept near me
as we walked
looking back at me
to make sure I hadn't got behind
we saw Auntie's friend Milly
with her 5 year old daughter Elsie
Dancer stopped and wagged its tail
and licked Milly's hand
and Elsie glared at me
hello Benny
Milly said
hello
I said
say hello to Benny Elsie
Milly said
Elsie stared at her mother
then at me
hello to Benny Elsie
she said stiffly
no you bad girl
say it properly
or I'll slap your backside
Milly said
hello Benny
Elsie said grumpily
hello Elsie
I said politely
as Auntie said I should
what's your auntie doing?
Milly said
she's doing the washing
I said
o I see
well do you want
to come to our place
and have a glass of milk
and a biscuit?
she said
Dancer too?
I said
yes Dancer too
she said
Elsie pulled a face
and we walked back
to Milly's place
the other side
of the parade ground
and we went up
some black metal stairs
and into her flat
Milly went off
to the kitchen
with Dancer following
to get him
a bowl of water
and us some
milk and biscuits
how are you?
I said to Elsie
she stared at me
like I was a bad smell
then said
hope you
don't stay long
I want to play
with my dolls
and don't want you
playing with them
boys don't play with dolls
I looked at her
trying to see
if there was a little bit
of a smile
but there wasn't
just her small lips
shut tight
and her eyes
looking at me
just come for milk
and biscuits
I said
Elsie put her hands
behind her back
and walked off
and sat on
a battered looking sofa
Milly brought us
milk and biscuits
and said to me
sit on the sofa
next to Elsie
and I'll go get
my cup of tea
off she went
and I sat next to Elsie
and she moved
along a bit
from me
and sipped her milk
and clutched her biscuits
in case Dancer came
and ate them
(which he would)
Milly came back
and sat down
in an old chair opposite
near the fireplace
with her cup of tea
well aren't
you two a pair
just like brother
and sister
Milly said smiling
don't want him
as a brother
Elsie said glumly
that's not nice Elsie
what's got into you
Milly said
Dancer came in
and sat opposite me
and wagged his tail
and looked at me
for a biscuit
I broke off a bit
and gave him some
and he took it gently
and it was gone
in the blink of an eye
then looked at Elsie
his head to one side
gazing at her
she broke off a bit
and gave it to me
to give to Dancer
and he took it gently
and then walked off
and sat down
by the fireplace
good dog
Elsie said
Milly talked
about her and Auntie
and about her husband
in Germany
and my uncle
in Korea
I sat a bit nearer
to Elsie as Milly talked
and Elsie looked at me
dark eyed and moody.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
I wake and find myself in love:
And this one time I do not doubt.
I only fear, and wander out
To hold long parley with a dove.
The innocent and the guilty, met
Here in the garden, feel no fear.
But I'm afraid of you, my dear.
There was a reason: I forget.
And I by shyness am undone
And can't go out for fear I meet
My poems dancing down the street
Telling your name to everyone.
The lichen peels along the wall.
My conversation bores the dove.
He knows it all: that I'm in love
And you care much and not at all.
I shall stay here and keep my word.
Glumly I wait to marry dust.
It grieves me only that I must
Speak not to you, but to a bird.
**Written by: Dom Moraes
Dominic Francis "Dom" Moraes (19 July 1938 – 2 June 2004) was an Indian writer and poet who wrote in the English language. **
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
last Friday night my footy team
got a good trouncing
the thirteen chaps all need
a measure of bouncing
penalty after penalty
they permitted the other side
it was a sure sign that my team
were well out of stride
one suspects the chaps
weren't on the same boat
none of their passes or tackling
was bound to keep them afloat
twas disappointing
to witness such awful play
for eighty long minutes it continued
with a lack luster display
there was so much ball
fumbled and lost by the chaps
which didn't much enhance
a win landing in their laps
at my sides next outing
on the footy ground
they'll be requiring a game
which is more sound
this passionate devotee
of rugby league
did sense in her team
some evidence of fatigue
the weeks ahead will be glumly
unless they improve
for their game has not been
in a successful groove
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Lush neatly manicured lawns
Fence pickets in white, ornate light posts in bronze
Luxury cars and such perfect houses
Mask the evil that rouses
Behind the Stepford smiles
Flow rivers of fear and pain
Horrors, **** and violence
In their suburban domain
“In marriage there’s no such thing as ****
“I make the money, if I want *** I’ll take it!”
“I’ll end your life if you try to escape.”
“I’ll cut off your money, you’ll never make it.”
“I’ve explained to your family you’re crazy as hell.”
“You have no friends left, no one to tell.”
“It’s always your fault you make me hit you.”
“Now tell the **** doctor you just tripped on a shoe.”
“Get yourself tested I brought home the clap.”
“You’re lucky to have me, I’m the real catch.”
“Keep eyeballing me, you’ll get a fresh slap.”
“Stop crying your eyes out, it’s just a rough patch.”
“I love you so much, why can’t you see?”
“This creature is something you force me to be!”
“NOW STOP YOUR WHINING AND MAKE A NEW DRINK!”
“ELSE IT’S YOUR HEAD, NOT MY GLASS, THAT SHATTERS THE SINK!”
“YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN, AND YOU WON’T GET AWAY.”
“YOUR NIGHTMARE IS HERE, AND HE’S GOING TO STAY.”
...
“Lock the door? I’ll kick it in!”
“Fight back? I call that a win.”
“The struggle is what turns me on!”
…
The terror carries through to next dawn.
Behind the Stepford smiles
Flow rivers of fear and pain
Horrors, **** and violence
In their suburban domain
Sprinklers water the grasses
The sobering monsters cover their *****
They put on a grin and dress in fine suits
Greet peers with **** salutes
Off to work he goes to make cash
The kids trudge glumly off to school
The night before? Just a bad dream
She’s buying clothes, spending's her fuel.
Lush neatly manicured lawns
Fence pickets in white, ornate light posts in bronze
Luxury cars and such perfect houses
Mask the evil that rouses
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
Dark brown eyes with bags under them telling the world she is tired; dark, long, glumly hair telling us she doesn't care anymore what her appearance looks like. A smile that goes side to side, from left to right showing her white teeth way too much. A big one in fact that could fool anyone, but i'm not anyone. It just leaves you wondering how had her days been going, since when she stopped caring, or did something happened lately that provoke such sadness in her. All she does since two or three weeks ago it's find a chance to shut the world down with her music. At the same time she makes you realize what strength it's all about; yes, she is broken, at the edge of tearing, but she is still standing solid, facing the world, and holding down all the punches life throws towards her. She is just that one girl in class.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Auntie took me
to the large hut
where the wives of soldiers
met for tea and a chat
(or gossip)
there was big black stove
in the center of the room
and a big urn
over in the small kitchen
where women were serving
cups of tea and cakes or biscuits
there was a lot of noise
and voices and baby's crying
and a few kids like me
under 5 or 5 years old
there's Milly
Auntie said
so we went over
to where Milly was sitting
with her little daughter Elsie
Auntie and Milly
started talking
and I sat next to Auntie
and Elsie sat
the other side
of her mum Milly
staring at me
why don't you two
go and get a lemonade
or orange juice and biscuits
Milly said
Elsie pulled a face
not with him
she said
don't be daft
Benny's a good boy
now do as you are told
and go get some
drinks and biscuits
Milly said firmly
I looked at Auntie
then at Elsie
all right
Elsie said glumly
and we went across the room
to where women
where serving
yes dearies
the woman said
what can I get you?
I want an orange juice
and biscuit please
Elsie said
you'll have to ask
for yourself
she said to me moodily
the woman got
a small beaker of orange juice
and a biscuit tin
of broken biscuits
and Elsie helped herself
staring at me
I asked the woman
for some lemonade
and a biscuit
and while she
was getting it for me
I said to Elsie
you can around
to my auntie's place
and we can play
with my toy soldiers
she sipped her orange juice
looking at me
the woman gave me
a beaker of lemonade
and I took
a few broken biscuits
in my other hand
and stood looking at Elsie
I don't want to play
with toy soldiers
I'm a girl
girls' play with dolls
and skip
not play with boy's toys
and she walked off
back to where Auntie
and Milly sat talking
and sat down
I stood watching her
I can come and play
with your toys
I said
she frowned at me
boys don't play
with girl's toys
she said
and my doll
doesn't like you
Elsie don't be so horrible
Milly said
if Benny wants to come
and play he will
or you'll get a slap
Elsie frowned
and looked at the floor
she was no more friendlier
than she was before.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Auntie and I
went to her friend
Milly's place
(a flat on the other side
of the parade ground)
she knocked at the door
and we waited
after a little while
the door opened
and Auntie's friend's
daughter Elsie stood there
staring at us
is your mum at home?
Auntie said
Elsie glowered at me
with her small eyes
I'll ask her
the girl said
and went back
into the flat
there was a murmuring
of voices from inside
then Milly appeared
o sorry about that
I was in the loo
Milly said
come on in
so we went in
the flat smelt
of past dinners
and hanging washing
we followed her
into the sitting room
and she said to sit down
so we did
Elsie her 5 year old daughter
stood by her doll's pram
staring at us
want some tea
and a bit of cake?
Milly said
that'd be nice
Auntie said
what about you Benny ?
Milly said
can I have a glass
of water please?
she nodded
and went off
into the kitchen
and Auntie said
you go play with Elsie
let me and Milly
have a chat
I looked at Elsie
who was pushing
the doll's pram
around the room
looking at me darkly
ok
I said
Milly brought me
a glass of water
and a piece of fruit cake
and I said thank you
and then she brought a tray
with cups and pieces of cake
and sat with Auntie
and began to talk
go play with Elsie
Auntie said
I nodded and went over
to where Elsie
was rocking her doll
against her chest
I've come to play
I said
she looked at me
boys don't play with doll's
she said coldly
let Benny play
her mother said
don't want him
playing with my doll
Elsie said
you'll let him play
or I'll tan your backside
Milly said
Elsie stood looking
at her mother
then at me
you have to be the dad
she said
as if chewing
a piece of tough meat
I nodded and walked
with her to the pram
I didn't want to be the dad
or play with the doll
as I was a 4 year old boy
but it was better
than sitting listening
to Auntie and Milly talk
Elsie moodily pushed
her pram into the passageway
and I followed glumly
we're going shopping
she said
I push the pram
dads don't push prams
so I walked beside her
wisely silent
smelling the carbolic scent
she was wearing
and watching
her moody glare
wishing I was elsewhere
than there.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
Auntie met her friend Milly
in Milly's place
at the other side
of the barrack grounds
and she took me along
not wanting
(or maybe willing)
to leave me behind
with the black mutt
back at her place
sit down Eileen
I'll get us tea and biscuits
o fine
Auntie said
did Benny want a drink?
Milly asked
would you like a drink Benny?
Auntie asked
have you lemonade?
I asked
Milly said no but
she had orange juice
the stuff you can give babies
but it's good stuff
Milly said
I said that'd be good
her daughter Elsie
came in to the room
straight faced
carrying a doll
by the neck
(motherly kid)
hello Elsie
Auntie said
hello
Elsie replied
and walked to her mother
and took hold
of her skirt
are you shy?
Auntie asked
the kid said nothing
but stared at me
with her beady eyes
Elsie
Eileen asked you
a question
it is rude
not to answer
Milly said
not shy
Elsie replied
her eyes not
leaving me
I looked at the doll
(slowly being strangled)
it had a dull
pink dress on
and little else
its hair was yellowy dull
and matted
nice doll
I said
Elsie looked at me deeper
and said
her name's Miss White
why Miss White?
I asked
because she is white
Elsie said
or pink
I said
Auntie and Milly
talked over by the oven
where Milly
was stirring something
she's white
Elsie said
my dad brought it back
from Germany
is it a German doll?
I asked
no
she said glumly
it's China
and looked at her mother
by the oven
o
I said
can I play with it?
no
she said
get your own doll
she hugged her doll
tighter to her chest
I don't want a doll
I just want to play
with your doll
I said
well you can't
she said
o right
I said
4 year old boys
don't play with dolls
they play with guns
and toy soldiers
and such stuff
she said
have you got any guns
or toy soldiers?
I asked
no
she said
and walked away
and that was me
done for for the day.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
A girl sat on damp grass all alone at night
The Moon was glowing with all its might
Cool, scented zephyr blew petals and leaves
The only music was that of the swooshing trees
And an occasional howl from far, far away
Nothing was even the slightest bit awry
Except for that girl, who was lonely and sad
The dew had wet the attire in which she was clad
Her big, glassy eyes stared glumly at the moon
The long winter night seemed far from ending soon
Feelings of envy were sparking inside her
She thought how fortunate the moon and stars were
They knew exactly what they were supposed to do
They didn't have to figure out what was true
In this messed up world filled with illusions
Around every corner there are deceptions
Tears trickled down her cheeks as her patience gave way
She wanted to seek her Lord but knew she was far away
Her existence was shackled in frailty and hopelessness
She felt as if nothing could save her from this distress
How was she supposed to keep track of her whole life?
It wasn't a bed of roses to deal with this strife
Good and bad sound easy to choose from
But in reality web of life is spun way beyond the norm
The worst thing was that she had to do it on her own
No one else could go in her place to atone
For the sins or bear the agony of the punishments
Which she would be subjected to for her transgressions
Her forlorn desire was to achieve redemption
But she was afraid it might never happen
Life was too elaborate how could she resist?
The temptations and illusions enshrouded her like mist
Waging a war more fearsome than one can imagine
Against the desires in her heart that were lodged in
There was majestic light and there was awful darkness
She knew, light she had to embrace and the dark, harness
If she let the darkness win she would be lead to ruin
Giving up was, in no wise an option
She knew not what the future would be
All she could do was try and leave the rest be
Would her worries be over and her goal achieved?
That was something only her Lord cognized
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Three teens sit in a lightless room.
The **** smoke mixes with the incense,
And births a pungent smell.
The television flashes in the dark.
They stare blankly into its screen, afraid to think.
No exchange of words, after all what would they say?
"Hey buddy! How many times have you wanted to end it this week?!"
Or maybe, "Hi Pal! Could you spare a Xanax?"
These are the suicide kids; life means nothing to them.
They wander emotionlessly through school hallways
And work minimum wage jobs with displeasure.
They don't smoke for fun, they smoke to numb.
The prospect of death is comforting to them.
Maybe then they could be alone without demons running rampant.
So they sit amongst each other in lifeless rooms.
With lifeless people, in lifeless towns.
To them, Suicide is like a passing wind.
Not even a seconds thought for their rotting peers,
They understand. They know this life is heavy.,
And sometimes one just can't take the weight. So they make it end.
With pills and bullets. With Ropes and razors. They make it end.
Soon they'll have to pick a career and start a "life."
They chuckle sorrowfully at this prospect,
What life will find them here in this shattered country?
The heat is rising and they KNOW it.
The water is drying and they KNOW it.
The trees are dying and they KNOW it.
They're slaves. And they KNOW it.
It is this knowing that brings them their pain
And brings along thoughts of nooses and slashed wrists.
One of them turns to the other and says "Yo pass me the **** man."
He slides the glass across the table in front of them.
Careful not to make eye contact,
That might spark conversation.
The incense smoke twirls in the air.
The TV flickers, and day turns to night.
The youngest of the three teens says farewell and walks home glumly,
A noose awaits him.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
I walk hand in hand with corpses,
And the streets we walk are morbid.
Roads lined with scorching torches,
And riddled with their organs.
Streets oh so solemn and sordid.
Skeletons stroll freely among me,
Blissfulness, they've taken from me.
They say "Hey, I'm sorry sonny,
But life ain't always sunny."
So we walk together glumly.
The sky's are gray where we wander
And the landscape is somber.
Nothing but endless time to ponder,
The endless days we have to squander
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
Dennis Doyle, a barrister,
gave up his job upon a whim.
Now what to do? A quest!
A quest he would begin.
A lifelong fan of the New York Knicks
He'd follow them home and away!
Tickets were a big expense
=Twenty five thousand he would pay.
Then there would be planes to catch,
food and hotels along the way.
He'd sit and cheer his heroes on!
Each night he'd watch Carmelo play.
Too soon, the losses began to mount;
he watched the season slip away.
It takes a special sort of soul
to sit and watch this team at play;
to seize defeat from victory ,
the Knicks would surely find a way.
To qualify for a high pick
they traded half the team away.
Each night He'd sit and glumly watch
This team that will not win a ring.
Is it all worth it? Who can say?
For the true fan, the play's the thing!
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Nothing burns brighter than a greedy heart
Wrought with pleasures and fueled with pride
As if self destruction was what he sought
The flames eating, crackling away
A mind contorted, flash frozen in pure gold
Permanently holding his thoughts, bitter cold
And as his salvation begins to fade
Like all his friends who've glumly turned away
His dark twisted heart, now charred and burnt
The ashes, the ashes, crisp and frayed
And like all men his legacy dims
Lost in the sands of time
But those singed greeds can always remain
Beneath the dirt, with the passing of seasons and years
And like all men they hungrily dig
Ending up desiring all the same
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
Auntie said to play
on the black metal balcony
while she gave the flat
a good clean through
Auntie's mutt
was sent out too
and we stood looking out
over the barrack ground
it was a warmish November day
and in the distance
I could hear soldiers marching on gravel
and sergeants bellowing at them
the mutt's ears lifted up
and he made a groaning noise
and Milly(Auntie's friend)
with her daughter Elsie
came up the black metal stairs
at the side of the flats
and along towards us
is your auntie at home Benny?
she said
I looked at her
she was wearing a grey dress
and an old brown coat
her daughter Elsie
stared at me unfriendly
yes
I said
she's spring cleaning the place
o maybe I've come
at a bad time
she said
looking at me
shall I go tell her
you're here?
I said
o if you would
she said
so I went in and told Auntie
and she came out with me
O Milly just having a clean around
you want to come in
for a cup of tea and biscuits
Auntie said
o I don't want to disturb you
while you're busy
Milly said
o I can do it later
come on in
I could do with a chat and tea
Auntie said
the daughter pouted
her small lips
and looked at me
with her small eyes
you stay out there
with Benny
her mother said
do I have to?
Elsie said glumly
yes you do
her mother said
and they went in
and shut the door
the mutt lay down
and closed its eyes
I stared at Elsie
want to play a game?
I said
no
she said
and walked away a few paces
and stared out
at the barrack grounds
I've got a ball
we can play catch with
I said
don't want to play catch
she said in a moaning voice
she gazed at me
I was 5 years old yesterday
and you're still 4 years old
so I'm oldest and so choose
what game to play
if I decide to play at all
I'm nearly 5 years old
I said
don't matter none
because I am 5
and you are not
and so I choose what game
she said glaring at me
I sighed softly
ok what game
do you want to play then?
I said eyeing her features
catch
she said
we'll play catch with the ball
so I went to a box
by the front door
(where the mutt
kept its things)
and took out a rubber ball
and showed it to her
it looks chewed
she said
it's the mutt's ball
I said
it's all I have
she frowned and said
is it wet with dog's slime?
no
I said
it's dry now
she gazed at the ball in my hand
is it clean?
sure it is
give it to me
she said
I gave her the ball
and she wiped it
on her green coat
and looked at it
then she stared at me
guess it will have to do
she said moodily
if it goes over the balcony
she said
you'll have to go get it
she added
I looked at her
white ankle socks
and black battered shoes
and hair in ribbons
ok
I said with a smile
but she didn't smile back
soldiers still marched
and sergeants bellowed
and the sky
looked black.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
“I appoint you an official member
Of the greatest group (not club, mind you,
For we are better than all that nonsense),”
He said with a proud sniffle, “My good sir,
You are now a Busy Bee of BV.”
He leaned in close to the wide-eyed new boy.
“That’s short for Bumbles Ville – our secret fort.”
He straightened his ratted baseball cap, “See,”
He said with a smack of gum. “It’s not ‘bout
Bees ‘t all.” At this the new boy giggled.
A secret! How clever! “But what’s it ‘bout?”
The little boy asked, his voice squeaking out.
They grabbed a paper scroll marked “OFFICIAL!”
We keep all secrets
We may take small bets—
“There’s more notes on that at the bottom of
The page, see, right next to our initials,
‘Cause we couldn’t agree at first, and Jim
Here didn’t know what a bet was, you know.”
He didn’t know, but nodded. Then, “Dinner,”
He said at once, scamp’ring down the tree limb.
“We didn’t tell him what we’s ‘bout,” Jim moaned,
“Took his dog, too.” He glumly bowed his head.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
moistly smile sidles
keenly, coldly glumly fist
quailing, jabbering
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
T
The water tapping on the window. Sliding down the glass. Hitting the glass with such force. The thunder calls out to those who are weak and crazy. Screaming the crazy call. Calling out to all of us But those who are sane just hear the ground shaking, just seeing white flashes in the dark glumly clouds.
They just see nothing of the sort.
The glass breaks due to the thunders light. The glass. It comes at me as if something were guiding it to me. Glass hitting me in my chest, arms and neck. I just don't feel any pain at all. Nothing... As if i were numb to the bone. The sudden push makes me fall to the old wooden floor. All I can do is scream and look around frantically. I see blood spilling on the floor. I the smell enlightens me. Making me wet myself with pitiful pleasure.
The sweet scented liquid, mixes with the dark red blood. Making it look as if water had spilt on the mess. I moan with the climex reaction.
Regaining my nerves, I get up so stupidly, but my legs give out. Making me fall on my chest. The glass shards going in deeper. Making me scream with the thrill of pain.
I just lay there, with no sudden death wish. Slowly losing ahold of my dark life. Closing my eyes so slowly. Not making any sounds. I take my last breath and ly my head down forever within the hellish storm.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
I was a Moon in a dark abyss
Wandering alone in tormented solace
As aimlessly as a fish in bowl
Glumly glad within my alien abode
In a spur ___ you appeared from Nowhere
A Blackhole pulling me towards its angelic snare
Rearranging the space time fabric ___
To a whole new world ___ mystifying yet aesthetic
And I couldn't resist, for that Benignity
set my heart ablazed ___ filled its Valence shell
Entwined with you I will step in eternity soon
Hoping, your floral rugs bear stars and moons..!!
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 10:05 AM UTC
Miss A held up the card
with a word on it
who knows
what this word is?
she asked
the class stared glumly
at the card
a girl put up her hand
is it monster?
she said
no it's not monster
Miss A said moodily
another girl
put up her hand
is it mouse?
O’Brien snorted
a laugh behind
his ink stained hand
it is not mouse
the teacher said
her eyes lifted
ceiling ward
I put up my hand
yes Benedict?
Miss A said
can I go to the bog Miss?
there was a titter
behind my back
yes you can
but no you may not
she said sternly
I pulled a face
she looked at me
I unpulled my face
anyone else
have any idea
what the word is?
everyone has one
she suggested
O’Brien whispered
to me a word
I could not repeat
what was that O'Brien?
Miss A asked
muscle Miss
he said
(not the word
he said to me)
no it is not that
look at the card
look look
she said
we gazed at the card
in her hands
who knows
the first letter?
a girl put up
her hand
it's M Miss
she said
and the second letter?
I put up my hand
it's O Miss
I said
she gazed at me
and the third letter?
Helen put
up her hand
it's T Miss
she said
already whispered O'Brien
ain't long had dinner
Miss A glared at him
the fourth letter O'Brien?
aitch
he said
Miss A sighed
H
she said
one breathes
the letter out
H not aitch
next letter?
she said
it's E Miss
a girl said
on the floor
sitting crossed legged
and the last letter?
Miss A asked
it's R Miss
O'Brien said
so what do all
the letters say?
she asked
Mobster
a girl said
with glasses
(who often
wet herself
if she couldn't make
the bog in time)
no no
Miss A said
look at the letters
I lifted my hand
and she said
yes Benedict?
I need the bog Miss
GO
she said loudly
and I got up
and sped as fast
as I could
just as I got
to the door
Dennis said
it's Muvver Miss
Miss A looked away
she looked
distressed
it had been
a long
hard day.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
It’s a pity, they said glumly,
that because of your neglect
we are obligated to remove it;
and although it’s been quite comely
and you may wish to reflect,
there is absolutely no way to improve it.
They gazed into my eyes and said
“Once it’s gone it will look bad
but there’s no way it can be corrected.
When something dies it must stay dead.
Best to remember what you had
than hope some day it might be resurrected.”
But though I took their words to heart,
I swore I’d not forget it,
although it left me in some disarray.
There are some things from which we cannot part
painlessly. And I regret it;
and still deplore the day they took my Porsche away.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC