Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 5:41pm
24th Oct 2024 5:41pm
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
253 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2024 8:25pm
4th Aug 2024 8:25pm
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
157 reads
DARK POEM
Published
11th May 2024 11:04pm
11th May 2024 11:04pm
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
451 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2024 9:43am
1st May 2024 9:43am
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
163 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2024 12:19pm
23rd Feb 2024 12:19pm
Indecent indifference
#lust
#relationships
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#dirty
275 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2024 6:30pm
15th Jan 2024 6:30pm
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
171 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Jan 2024 6:13pm
15th Jan 2024 6:13pm
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
151 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Jan 2024 3:43am
14th Jan 2024 3:43am
Internal Combustion
A painfully slow start to what was supposed to be a non-stop grinder of a gauntlet has thrown a wrench in the momentum of the course. The breaks between extreme bursts of efforts is proving to be a lot more tiring than the incremental load we usually bear during preparation for the final trek. Attitudes have shifted from driving enthusiasm to uncertain complacency. The rain has made what would have been a lengthy, lesson-oriented, course into an exercise of cram-study. The long hours between spells have cooled the sinews a little too much to be beneficial. The tendons scream while the mind...
#memories
#travel
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0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Jan 2024 3:37am
14th Jan 2024 3:37am
The Condensation Line
Mornings, for me, are seldom this peaceful. It’s always not-enough-sleep this, wrong-side-of-the-bed that. Follow it up with a splash of leave-me-alone and it’s a dish not even worth throwing out. Erase its existence. This, on the other hand, was a dawn that just wouldn’t stop dishing out memories. From the crushing blow of losing my work session due to an update, to the outrageous brandy-sandwich breakfast at 4 am. From my first sunrise at 40,000 feet, to the disgust setting in from the bickering of co-passengers. The sinus infection and cabin pressure trying to blow my ears out. The...
#memories
#travel
145 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2023 9:48am
12th Feb 2023 9:48am
Embracing
This can't work out.
worlds apart, yet busy counting the lines on fingers
intertwined
spaghetti knots, tongue and hair
disproportionate blending of ecstasy and despair
convoluted
verbal pathways, life's directions,
the contention of her convictions
invaluable purity
the nectarous tones of her chords
play the keys of my organ
steal the key from my vehicle
become the key to finding serenity
electricity and fire
high tension power lines
every pore a volcanic vent
one glimpse and I'm...
worlds apart, yet busy counting the lines on fingers
intertwined
spaghetti knots, tongue and hair
disproportionate blending of ecstasy and despair
convoluted
verbal pathways, life's directions,
the contention of her convictions
invaluable purity
the nectarous tones of her chords
play the keys of my organ
steal the key from my vehicle
become the key to finding serenity
electricity and fire
high tension power lines
every pore a volcanic vent
one glimpse and I'm...
#love
#relationships
#bittersweet
355 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2023 7:37pm
7th Feb 2023 7:37pm
Impromptu
Sweet revelations
cannot fully describe the gravity of what is
pulling me toward an indistinct future.
Starlit by inequity and adorned by selfish submission.
Within a universe smaller than my own ego
the howls of ambition beckon an awakening.
Drudging this sludge
inept and pliant, my stature
reveals more than my security allows.
Far less than my secrets can hold.
A busted vault, a smokescreen,
dead guards by the door.
Innocence reborn
like a flower in the fall
when everything else is dying.
Nature's...
cannot fully describe the gravity of what is
pulling me toward an indistinct future.
Starlit by inequity and adorned by selfish submission.
Within a universe smaller than my own ego
the howls of ambition beckon an awakening.
Drudging this sludge
inept and pliant, my stature
reveals more than my security allows.
Far less than my secrets can hold.
A busted vault, a smokescreen,
dead guards by the door.
Innocence reborn
like a flower in the fall
when everything else is dying.
Nature's...
#love
#relationships
#confusion
#acceptance
#bittersweet
296 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Sep 2022 8:58am
27th Sep 2022 8:58am
The Battle of 10th September
There is a hell hidden within the sinews of the real world
comprised purely of physical suffering.
‘The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain’
Not sure how much merit I can give this statement.
The rise and fall of relief is merely a prologue for the main event.
The grueling torment, stretching seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
An eternity of violent distress in one night.
Sometimes pain is all there is.
Unable to recall the start, the skirmish was already underway.
A quiet room, stabbed eerily with groans and wails ...
comprised purely of physical suffering.
‘The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain’
Not sure how much merit I can give this statement.
The rise and fall of relief is merely a prologue for the main event.
The grueling torment, stretching seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
An eternity of violent distress in one night.
Sometimes pain is all there is.
Unable to recall the start, the skirmish was already underway.
A quiet room, stabbed eerily with groans and wails ...
#illness
#suffering
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