Submissions by forgodsake
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I want my words to shatter your former life I want my words to open your saddened eyes
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2016 9:55pm
31st May 2016 9:55pm
thoughts and sparks
for a mind to catch fire there must be a haze of smoke and friction first. thoughts crushed together and stripped apart. labled mental images like debris and splinters all crowded together reminding one of a train full of refugees waving hello. warm little and sparks. the mind attacking itself and its subject. Grinding against its topic; it's sensual, the warm the grazing, glancing, gashing, gallop of the rough against smooth, sandpaper against skin. tearing and searing and breaking itself free into the cool air, promising relief and pulled back again across the bow of hot angry friction....
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Dec 2015 9:47pm
5th Dec 2015 9:47pm
Define Better
is it that i cant feel anything or are my hands stuck in my pockets?
it'll keep em safe but what will i make? still sticking nails in all the sockets
im a full grown child with a home-made smile
venturing into the unknown is another way of saying out on my own
indentured to the world where doing dental work is pulling teeth
finding discussion in the deep end is just another loss
we avoid what we cant complete.
but why compete with fellow men and socially constructed needs?
do we really need another thing we were told we need?
we'll eat up the whole...
it'll keep em safe but what will i make? still sticking nails in all the sockets
im a full grown child with a home-made smile
venturing into the unknown is another way of saying out on my own
indentured to the world where doing dental work is pulling teeth
finding discussion in the deep end is just another loss
we avoid what we cant complete.
but why compete with fellow men and socially constructed needs?
do we really need another thing we were told we need?
we'll eat up the whole...
712 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2015 2:49am
28th Nov 2015 2:49am
guilt
her eyes black as night
made me sick inside my chest
i was what made them turn that dark
i was what broke her pretty spark
a smiling monster
domestic bliss
i took the roses
from your precious kiss
made me sick inside my chest
i was what made them turn that dark
i was what broke her pretty spark
a smiling monster
domestic bliss
i took the roses
from your precious kiss
815 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 4:25pm
26th Oct 2015 4:25pm
twice over
because the love of truth was in your eye
you became like magic
because i saw the love go dry
you were twice as tragic
you became like magic
because i saw the love go dry
you were twice as tragic
610 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 4:14pm
26th Oct 2015 4:14pm
What i wonder, or can be
i wonder what i believe,
i wonder if i can see?
What it is that i see,
What it is i believe?
Can you control it,
Or does it happen with time?
Can i construct the whole world
Or does the world make me alive?
Can i strive for the better?
Or is there a better to be had?
What is it that makes us,
What is it I'm made of?
Can the stars make me strong?
Or is that all that is above?
Can God make me live
Or is it I that makes God?
Can I live in a dream
What is up above?
What dream can i dream
I can construct the whole...
i wonder if i can see?
What it is that i see,
What it is i believe?
Can you control it,
Or does it happen with time?
Can i construct the whole world
Or does the world make me alive?
Can i strive for the better?
Or is there a better to be had?
What is it that makes us,
What is it I'm made of?
Can the stars make me strong?
Or is that all that is above?
Can God make me live
Or is it I that makes God?
Can I live in a dream
What is up above?
What dream can i dream
I can construct the whole...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2015 11:15pm
13th Oct 2015 11:15pm
Miles away
i see your teeth behind your smile
i see your lies match mine
i see your black heart
before i see the whites of your eyes
i see your lies match mine
i see your black heart
before i see the whites of your eyes
513 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 6:42pm
10th Oct 2015 6:42pm
alive again
get my footing, eat the light
swallowed into darkness, erecting; upright
digesting warmth like dusk, i black the sky
i am the glow, the glow is I
swallowed into darkness, erecting; upright
digesting warmth like dusk, i black the sky
i am the glow, the glow is I
505 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 6:32pm
10th Oct 2015 6:32pm
waves
preach words of surrender and they feel so hollow,
the beginner and the ender both need to follow
have the target of your slurs carries all your flack
they nailed his hands and his feet and he still waved back
the beginner and the ender both need to follow
have the target of your slurs carries all your flack
they nailed his hands and his feet and he still waved back
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 7:10am
28th Jul 2015 7:10am
note to self
mediocrity is the dilution of a substance from itself by the mediation of an alien element
Failure isn't losing, its mediocrity as an end and not a means
i am the unbroken unmitigated string of a development toward failure
the water is the element of dilution
the impurity is the expression of myself while I'm underwater
submerged in the element i remain impure
i am not me, but only the shade of me
the unclarity in the water
the cloud behind glass.
I am the opposite of what i seem because clouds are made of water
so, i am the dilution of the sky...
Failure isn't losing, its mediocrity as an end and not a means
i am the unbroken unmitigated string of a development toward failure
the water is the element of dilution
the impurity is the expression of myself while I'm underwater
submerged in the element i remain impure
i am not me, but only the shade of me
the unclarity in the water
the cloud behind glass.
I am the opposite of what i seem because clouds are made of water
so, i am the dilution of the sky...
632 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 6:57am
28th Jul 2015 6:57am
Hands up
i hear a voice telling everyone he cant be heard
i see a man with his eyes closed
i know he thinks he cant be seen
but until he checks how could he know?
there are things you have to see to believe
there are things you cant that you must
there are things i dont want to talk about
there are things if i dont my guts will bust
i dont think i can help what i believe
its a premise that i think i must hold
but theres a process where one is convinced
and we become a kin to that which we are exposed
how can we be almost? ...
i see a man with his eyes closed
i know he thinks he cant be seen
but until he checks how could he know?
there are things you have to see to believe
there are things you cant that you must
there are things i dont want to talk about
there are things if i dont my guts will bust
i dont think i can help what i believe
its a premise that i think i must hold
but theres a process where one is convinced
and we become a kin to that which we are exposed
how can we be almost? ...
599 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2015 7:41am
12th Jul 2015 7:41am
dreams
my pulse is present,
the same dark red,
i feel the cold keys
press against the current
quiet, warm and fed.
I'm quite okay
and I'm quite dead.
steel on skin
skin on bone
bone on soul
chaffing holes
true love's kiss
my right eye's twitch
the north wind's breath
my shoulder's stiff
close the blinds
dark and dim
i finally match
out and in
in the dark
im bad news
all dressed up,
like a gunshot wound
im harmless i swear
dont mind the blood
what is life ...
the same dark red,
i feel the cold keys
press against the current
quiet, warm and fed.
I'm quite okay
and I'm quite dead.
steel on skin
skin on bone
bone on soul
chaffing holes
true love's kiss
my right eye's twitch
the north wind's breath
my shoulder's stiff
close the blinds
dark and dim
i finally match
out and in
in the dark
im bad news
all dressed up,
like a gunshot wound
im harmless i swear
dont mind the blood
what is life ...
637 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2015 8:37pm
30th Jun 2015 8:37pm
a study in tangents: value judgements and metaphor
she's as addicted as i am.
were told that we ought not judge each other, yet i cant help but try to take evidence and convert it into inferences. Everyone who judges is trying to predict the future based on the past. We are stuck in these tiny moments, boxed in by the entire world. We want to experience something authentic, some actual movement; weightlessness, and because the future is always rushing toward us, or us toward it, we want to gaze into it. This is inference, trying to take the past and turn it into the future. No wonder history repeats itself. These judgements we make, make...
were told that we ought not judge each other, yet i cant help but try to take evidence and convert it into inferences. Everyone who judges is trying to predict the future based on the past. We are stuck in these tiny moments, boxed in by the entire world. We want to experience something authentic, some actual movement; weightlessness, and because the future is always rushing toward us, or us toward it, we want to gaze into it. This is inference, trying to take the past and turn it into the future. No wonder history repeats itself. These judgements we make, make...
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