Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2013 11:23am
21st May 2013 11:23am
Sonata
Hopelessly dependent on your heads and hands
were the pieces of me strewn on your platters
spinning wildly, correcting, dissecting my faces
praying for movement of the allegro, sans.
*{An insidious little fox with her naughty tail
came to wrap around my being and close
never you mind what transpired next,
a shattering soul was no longer frail.}*
But back and forth the fugue swings
never fulfilling the adagio’s haste
the remnants of me are long since lost
scrambling for nothing, my madness sings.
Now I am left with no...
were the pieces of me strewn on your platters
spinning wildly, correcting, dissecting my faces
praying for movement of the allegro, sans.
*{An insidious little fox with her naughty tail
came to wrap around my being and close
never you mind what transpired next,
a shattering soul was no longer frail.}*
But back and forth the fugue swings
never fulfilling the adagio’s haste
the remnants of me are long since lost
scrambling for nothing, my madness sings.
Now I am left with no...
1043 reads
22 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2013 1:55pm
15th May 2013 1:55pm
Stitched
Impulses that thrash
in the chambers of red
have trembled in fear
of what you have said
you reign over me
with those crimson lips
that slender seduction
that drips from your legs
upon my withering self
dominating my senses
you've caged my soul
your attraction belies
about what you desire
knowing you too well
I'll still sear in the fire
your nails drill into my spine
with lust and cruelty so kind
so humble, so sweet i beg
for you to devour me
leave not a morsel behind
I'm lost in your hair
slipping from your...
in the chambers of red
have trembled in fear
of what you have said
you reign over me
with those crimson lips
that slender seduction
that drips from your legs
upon my withering self
dominating my senses
you've caged my soul
your attraction belies
about what you desire
knowing you too well
I'll still sear in the fire
your nails drill into my spine
with lust and cruelty so kind
so humble, so sweet i beg
for you to devour me
leave not a morsel behind
I'm lost in your hair
slipping from your...
993 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th May 2013 00:04am
13th May 2013 00:04am
Matters of Importance
Like a pin cushion I wait for the next edge to serrate,
it's been months since I've felt such hate
The metal will not yield
It refuses to bend and spill; lashing obscenely, obstinately adamant
The screws which drive this hastened race have failed to open
And the cold is ever vigilant, lurking in the sinuses of apathy
Forlorn attempts to reconciliate have piled consistently
And further ones will also fail inevitably
The need for a past is much greater than the search for a future
Knowing what has been matters more than what will come
For dying...
it's been months since I've felt such hate
The metal will not yield
It refuses to bend and spill; lashing obscenely, obstinately adamant
The screws which drive this hastened race have failed to open
And the cold is ever vigilant, lurking in the sinuses of apathy
Forlorn attempts to reconciliate have piled consistently
And further ones will also fail inevitably
The need for a past is much greater than the search for a future
Knowing what has been matters more than what will come
For dying...
1000 reads
23 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd May 2013 4:10pm
3rd May 2013 4:10pm
When titans fall
When titans fall, they become legends in the hearts and minds of men
There are stories told of their greatness, tales of their shortcomings erased
Edified as icons and fed like fodder to the masses of the nexus
They’re transformed into gods once their mortality overruns them,
and the people bicker and boast until sour and roast
So damn on you all, if ever should come the day
your putrid black tongues would choose to sway
These titans, to me, are greater than gods
the music they’ve bled is what puts us at odds.
(R.I.P. Jeff Hanneman you will be missed)
There are stories told of their greatness, tales of their shortcomings erased
Edified as icons and fed like fodder to the masses of the nexus
They’re transformed into gods once their mortality overruns them,
and the people bicker and boast until sour and roast
So damn on you all, if ever should come the day
your putrid black tongues would choose to sway
These titans, to me, are greater than gods
the music they’ve bled is what puts us at odds.
(R.I.P. Jeff Hanneman you will be missed)
953 reads
13 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 2:26am
20th Apr 2013 2:26am
the one thing you don't write about
1077 reads
16 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Apr 2013 6:05pm
18th Apr 2013 6:05pm
Carpe diem
haha, im writing again... pointlessly! i never thought i could feel so free, pin cushions of insanity. i hate my life. its horrible being me. but that's just me. i'll justify my misery and blindside history. relevant-irrelevant makes no difference. simply because personal satisfaction is the main concern of the self. so what if there are people dying everyday? big deal. i am a misanthropist. i am a humanitarian?! so what if i've helped 1 or two? don't call me a hypocrite and i won't kill you. i would if i could. but the LAW tells me otherwise. i wish i had less things to do. i would be an...
1416 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2013 11:34pm
8th Apr 2013 11:34pm
Stoker
One day, life stopped by to play a hand
I pondered, he glazed; and through slipped the sand
Things would have been so much easier, if I were sober
I would have gained priorities; game over.
I pondered, he glazed; and through slipped the sand
Things would have been so much easier, if I were sober
I would have gained priorities; game over.
882 reads
15 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 12:58pm
7th Apr 2013 12:58pm
I got high again
the world is ablaze
with useless shit
I watched road signs for hours
like an angry nerve ready to pop
28 days later I judged perception
acutely tuned to the jargon of fools
sucking away at the inklings of their soul
same shit different day
everything is a road sign.
with useless shit
I watched road signs for hours
like an angry nerve ready to pop
28 days later I judged perception
acutely tuned to the jargon of fools
sucking away at the inklings of their soul
same shit different day
everything is a road sign.
1060 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 3:23am
6th Apr 2013 3:23am
The winner is the loser
..And that's what I wanna see
The next time a poetry competition is held
The best ones shall be considered *FREE*
Simply
To leave chance alive for those who never win
To keep a little hope kindling for those who can't
A competition for the worst attempt, I'll call it
Not in a humiliating way, maybe
The stars will shine during the day
And I'll hand them frowns and shades of grey
"Better luck next time, you're a pro I must say"
8 lines full of grammatical errors and senseless garbage
In its awkward sway, shall steal the day...
The next time a poetry competition is held
The best ones shall be considered *FREE*
Simply
To leave chance alive for those who never win
To keep a little hope kindling for those who can't
A competition for the worst attempt, I'll call it
Not in a humiliating way, maybe
The stars will shine during the day
And I'll hand them frowns and shades of grey
"Better luck next time, you're a pro I must say"
8 lines full of grammatical errors and senseless garbage
In its awkward sway, shall steal the day...
730 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 10:06am
4th Apr 2013 10:06am
Contour
Torn between the right and just
both go left toward endless dust
the abominating shrill of a selfless cry
breaks vanity's clock in a heinous devise.
Swept up stupidly in
those wings of loose feathers
tattering against the gale
my journeyman's caw.
somewhere, the tolling calls
far echoing through peaks and pits
the crevice of my mind exalts
writhing in subtle fear.
I kiss the dirt fervently
discharge myself in neutrality
and silence my thoughts
as I return to dust.
But what of the right and...
both go left toward endless dust
the abominating shrill of a selfless cry
breaks vanity's clock in a heinous devise.
Swept up stupidly in
those wings of loose feathers
tattering against the gale
my journeyman's caw.
somewhere, the tolling calls
far echoing through peaks and pits
the crevice of my mind exalts
writhing in subtle fear.
I kiss the dirt fervently
discharge myself in neutrality
and silence my thoughts
as I return to dust.
But what of the right and...
878 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 10:57pm
21st Mar 2013 10:57pm
Randomization
We don't write about random things anymore
All the abstract meaning is lost in the underlying message
of that secret yet obvious coding signifying the presence
of a bright mind, still, trying to shine brighter
We are all chasing ghosts in our own ways
Digging graves for our own fails
Unknowingly, we build monuments to our shame
Not of bricks and mortar
But of persona and prejudice
And some with needles in veins
Randomization is hard for the one track mind
They all fear what they don't understand
Those who don't know fear don't care...
All the abstract meaning is lost in the underlying message
of that secret yet obvious coding signifying the presence
of a bright mind, still, trying to shine brighter
We are all chasing ghosts in our own ways
Digging graves for our own fails
Unknowingly, we build monuments to our shame
Not of bricks and mortar
But of persona and prejudice
And some with needles in veins
Randomization is hard for the one track mind
They all fear what they don't understand
Those who don't know fear don't care...
888 reads
14 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 8:48pm
15th Mar 2013 8:48pm
I lost my dresser in the forest
Of woe and photography
I love little more than neither
upon my dresser,
strewn coke and ether
I was stolen but for an instant
wiederholen 'I am an idjit'
and it was lost before I knew it
I searched for it
high and low
from attic shelf to basement floor
not finding as much as a drawer
Through the open window the wind screamed
hinted me some and swindled me clean
out I ran, into forests serene
into snow and fading pines that once were green
My eyes stalked all they could see ...
I love little more than neither
upon my dresser,
strewn coke and ether
I was stolen but for an instant
wiederholen 'I am an idjit'
and it was lost before I knew it
I searched for it
high and low
from attic shelf to basement floor
not finding as much as a drawer
Through the open window the wind screamed
hinted me some and swindled me clean
out I ran, into forests serene
into snow and fading pines that once were green
My eyes stalked all they could see ...
906 reads
10 Comments
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