Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
Chocolate
A rich and silky exterior
matted and magnetic
housing a nougaty core.
Fine sketches fail to capture
the sheer abandon of will
such a divine creation
bestows upon glaring irises.
Shortening breaths and stealing beats
support systems can't dare compete
a cascade of blood and emotion
set ablaze in eternal devotion.
The taste of treasure
perpetually flowing in fury
disintegrating resistance.
Glimmering in every light
a reflection of absolute desire
sink into the warmest embrace
barely...
matted and magnetic
housing a nougaty core.
Fine sketches fail to capture
the sheer abandon of will
such a divine creation
bestows upon glaring irises.
Shortening breaths and stealing beats
support systems can't dare compete
a cascade of blood and emotion
set ablaze in eternal devotion.
The taste of treasure
perpetually flowing in fury
disintegrating resistance.
Glimmering in every light
a reflection of absolute desire
sink into the warmest embrace
barely...
#erotic
#metaphor
#sensual
163 reads
2 Comments
Shadowborn
and out from the dead
reanimated anew
unsightly and unabated
surreal visage
inviting annihilation
bound by servitude
now embodying
nurtured hate
swallowing all pain
a final respite
from suffering
kill and grow
indestructible
eternal soul
accursed to slavery
stolen from the grave
darkest depths
distance between damnation
unable to feel
murderous intent
purveyor of death
towering trials
impossible reality
break the rift
dungeon of despair
slaughter everything ...
reanimated anew
unsightly and unabated
surreal visage
inviting annihilation
bound by servitude
now embodying
nurtured hate
swallowing all pain
a final respite
from suffering
kill and grow
indestructible
eternal soul
accursed to slavery
stolen from the grave
darkest depths
distance between damnation
unable to feel
murderous intent
purveyor of death
towering trials
impossible reality
break the rift
dungeon of despair
slaughter everything ...
#anger
#curse
#dark
#hate
#shadows
65 reads
4 Comments
Undress
You wore my skin
You swallowed my name
You bled my strength
You fed me despair
if living means to lose
then is dying a win?
the lake of tears is overflowing
the crown of villains is tilting
all that energy in motion
marching to its desolate end
snap the heart strings
rend the tired tendons
slow descent into the abyss
running out of air; of a voice
does dressing up a mistake
make it feel like it isn't one?
I neglected a promise
I was inconsiderate in my care
I abandoned what I...
You swallowed my name
You bled my strength
You fed me despair
if living means to lose
then is dying a win?
the lake of tears is overflowing
the crown of villains is tilting
all that energy in motion
marching to its desolate end
snap the heart strings
rend the tired tendons
slow descent into the abyss
running out of air; of a voice
does dressing up a mistake
make it feel like it isn't one?
I neglected a promise
I was inconsiderate in my care
I abandoned what I...
#dark
#disappointment
#sadness
85 reads
3 Comments
Rip And Tear
until it is done
they will count their arrivals
on the tips of their tongues
dug deep in the cisterns
awaiting a splash
until she is spent
in these feverish corridors
gaped, broken and bent
while sharks encircle
the scent of spunk
until he cries
between the softest spurs
where inhibition dies
deprive the depraved
of all dignity
until it is wrought
lips and tongues and breasts
butts and dicks, once, taut
trembling innocently
a puddle of letch.
they will count their arrivals
on the tips of their tongues
dug deep in the cisterns
awaiting a splash
until she is spent
in these feverish corridors
gaped, broken and bent
while sharks encircle
the scent of spunk
until he cries
between the softest spurs
where inhibition dies
deprive the depraved
of all dignity
until it is wrought
lips and tongues and breasts
butts and dicks, once, taut
trembling innocently
a puddle of letch.
#dirty
#sex
247 reads
2 Comments
Why bother?
It's simpler to just stay here, stay put. nothing ever happens the way you want it to in life. there are always some elements that interfere with the intentions you've shared with the aether. you've been told many great things about how rewarding overcoming the challenges can be and such, but in the end you've been had. forced to conform to the normalcy, the inadequacy, of the circumstances unfolding before you. a stronger infusion of the tea of opportunity, forgetting that opportunity was the prize and instead becoming merely a tribute to what you truly wanted. "Expect disappointment...
#despair
#regret
#SelfWorth
79 reads
2 Comments
Serve's up
the scent of you
enough to break through
raise the mast high
wave that flag of white
spread eagle below
anxious in the undertow
the tides rush in
the possibility of a win
rise to the occasion
an insatiable temptation
between the troughs
up my gears, rough
take control and fetch
the crest you'll sketch
chop the swell before
these buttons turn sore
give the order to fire
macking the desire.
enough to break through
raise the mast high
wave that flag of white
spread eagle below
anxious in the undertow
the tides rush in
the possibility of a win
rise to the occasion
an insatiable temptation
between the troughs
up my gears, rough
take control and fetch
the crest you'll sketch
chop the swell before
these buttons turn sore
give the order to fire
macking the desire.
#love
#metaphor
#sex
324 reads
7 Comments
Hi Da
I need more time.
It's hard to go on
believing
everything will be fine.
I know it will.
But I don't feel like
I'm ready.
To let go
is to accept
the unthinkable.
I've lived through it.
Survived.
Unpleasantly.
But I am struggling
to endure it.
There is so much left
unsaid.
Undone.
I need time
to phrase this
in a way that
doesn't dishonour
your memory.
This is just
a reminder
to myself.
- your loving son.
It's hard to go on
believing
everything will be fine.
I know it will.
But I don't feel like
I'm ready.
To let go
is to accept
the unthinkable.
I've lived through it.
Survived.
Unpleasantly.
But I am struggling
to endure it.
There is so much left
unsaid.
Undone.
I need time
to phrase this
in a way that
doesn't dishonour
your memory.
This is just
a reminder
to myself.
- your loving son.
#death
#grief
#IMissYou #sadness
#IMissYou #sadness
207 reads
The Fine Line
There is a fine line between
making an attempt and thinking of it.
The divide will see you sleep eternally
or writhe countless hours in misery.
There is no solace in the silence
between the seconds ticking away.
Ears still ringing from the maelstrom
raging within your mind's abysmal chasm
Don't slight it.
There is hell to pay.
Expect it and prepare.
Wait for your heart to burn.
Pray for your sanity to stay.
What little hope remains
can yet be salvaged
if you can stomach
the reality of...
making an attempt and thinking of it.
The divide will see you sleep eternally
or writhe countless hours in misery.
There is no solace in the silence
between the seconds ticking away.
Ears still ringing from the maelstrom
raging within your mind's abysmal chasm
Don't slight it.
There is hell to pay.
Expect it and prepare.
Wait for your heart to burn.
Pray for your sanity to stay.
What little hope remains
can yet be salvaged
if you can stomach
the reality of...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#relationships #suicide
#relationships #suicide
514 reads
4 Comments
The Pursuit of Pleasure
The pursuit of pleasure
is a battle that discomfort often loses
and the lessons we're meant to learn
are cast adrift in the seas of nonchalance
the call to action - ignored
an insurmountable hurdle awaits
stepping out of the comfort zone
highway to the danger zone
Seared into the synapses of the mind
flashed, frozen, timeless
encapsulated by its lull
compelled by autonomous instinct
we are mindlessly drawn to it
without question or judgement
under its spell, the first thing we want
is usually the last thing we...
is a battle that discomfort often loses
and the lessons we're meant to learn
are cast adrift in the seas of nonchalance
the call to action - ignored
an insurmountable hurdle awaits
stepping out of the comfort zone
highway to the danger zone
Seared into the synapses of the mind
flashed, frozen, timeless
encapsulated by its lull
compelled by autonomous instinct
we are mindlessly drawn to it
without question or judgement
under its spell, the first thing we want
is usually the last thing we...
#depression
#grief
#LifeStruggles
207 reads
2 Comments
Indecent indifference

#lust
#relationships
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#dirty
326 reads
6 Comments
Blue Mornings
Incandescent empathy
A lingering shadow
Murdering crows
Limestone salts drip
Death of conviction
Silence hangs
Apathy revolts
Only the finest scapegoat
Nothing else will suffice
Sickness and a home
Regret in passion
The light grows
Take it on the chin
The light blows
Clipped wings
Unsung woes
A lingering shadow
Murdering crows
Limestone salts drip
Death of conviction
Silence hangs
Apathy revolts
Only the finest scapegoat
Nothing else will suffice
Sickness and a home
Regret in passion
The light grows
Take it on the chin
The light blows
Clipped wings
Unsung woes
#depression
#grief
#loneliness
#emptiness
#apathy
218 reads
4 Comments
Downed
All good things come to an end.
The end is where a new chapter begins. Born from lessons of the trials that led you there. But this story’s end was far too premature to be fruitful. 9 days out of 28 and the path ahead has collapsed. A choice between health and obstinence, never encountered that before. I was asked to consider one or suffer the consequences of the other. A question that ripped the seeds of determination from me as swiftly as a thatched roof in a hurricane. All my preparation, mental, physical, psychological, spiritual, shattered in an instant. A day of anxious...
The end is where a new chapter begins. Born from lessons of the trials that led you there. But this story’s end was far too premature to be fruitful. 9 days out of 28 and the path ahead has collapsed. A choice between health and obstinence, never encountered that before. I was asked to consider one or suffer the consequences of the other. A question that ripped the seeds of determination from me as swiftly as a thatched roof in a hurricane. All my preparation, mental, physical, psychological, spiritual, shattered in an instant. A day of anxious...
#memories
#travel
#disappointment
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