Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 12:48pm
26th Oct 2012 12:48pm
Alarm!
I feel caged in box
full of people constantly muttering
about something relevant
hustling through heaps of bodies
I slither, my destination - irrelevant
Midst the living corpses
I breathed a singular smell
that rallied my senses
to search and rescue my hands
now free to choose a door
Stepping out of a mess of things
the world got bigger with bigger things
the ceiling was so high
I couldn't see it with my eye
and the carpet so green
it seemed almost mean
But the cage I fled...
full of people constantly muttering
about something relevant
hustling through heaps of bodies
I slither, my destination - irrelevant
Midst the living corpses
I breathed a singular smell
that rallied my senses
to search and rescue my hands
now free to choose a door
Stepping out of a mess of things
the world got bigger with bigger things
the ceiling was so high
I couldn't see it with my eye
and the carpet so green
it seemed almost mean
But the cage I fled...
1072 reads
8 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Oct 2012 8:42am
14th Oct 2012 8:42am
The Art of Speaking - Bedlam.
The art of speaking
deters your torment
yet tortures remove
the impassive tongue entwined.
The moths have darkened
the ash grounds, the fertile soil
beneath the graves in moonlight
frozen dead overnight.
In your dreams and nightmares
a ghastly visage waits
its eyes steal your words
you're searching for time again.
No gates atop the spire
no escape at the precipice
the world will split in two
and more, when I am through.
I speak to you
in twisted tongues
through punctured lungs ...
deters your torment
yet tortures remove
the impassive tongue entwined.
The moths have darkened
the ash grounds, the fertile soil
beneath the graves in moonlight
frozen dead overnight.
In your dreams and nightmares
a ghastly visage waits
its eyes steal your words
you're searching for time again.
No gates atop the spire
no escape at the precipice
the world will split in two
and more, when I am through.
I speak to you
in twisted tongues
through punctured lungs ...
847 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 10:09pm
12th Sep 2012 10:09pm
Unread
1.1 - I am unread
1.2 - those letters of condolence lying on the bed
1.3 - that ephemeral note initialed in red
1.4 - that formal invitation for the newly wed.
2.1 - A disturbed heart to caress
2.2 - with words unfit to address
2.3 - A tragic dusk beckons unless
2.4 - here distress succeeds success.
3.1 - Patience lost and passed around
...
1.2 - those letters of condolence lying on the bed
1.3 - that ephemeral note initialed in red
1.4 - that formal invitation for the newly wed.
2.1 - A disturbed heart to caress
2.2 - with words unfit to address
2.3 - A tragic dusk beckons unless
2.4 - here distress succeeds success.
3.1 - Patience lost and passed around
...
1407 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Sep 2012 10:08pm
7th Sep 2012 10:08pm
Road Trip (4th - 7th Sep '12)
Will I be lost for words or will I find myself rewriting this in more ways than I know how to?
My mind recoils in perplexia at the thought of transforming feelings into words. I've never been so dulled or dumbfounded ever.
This vexation won't die so easily.
I guess I should start at the beginning or I could break it all apart and make scrambled eggs.
Lying here in a two by two headed back home after a long yet blissful day, worrying - yes worrying if I got all my marbles in check, If I should have massaged my senses a bit longer, if the choices I made...
My mind recoils in perplexia at the thought of transforming feelings into words. I've never been so dulled or dumbfounded ever.
This vexation won't die so easily.
I guess I should start at the beginning or I could break it all apart and make scrambled eggs.
Lying here in a two by two headed back home after a long yet blissful day, worrying - yes worrying if I got all my marbles in check, If I should have massaged my senses a bit longer, if the choices I made...
878 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 10:24pm
29th Aug 2012 10:24pm
The Black Stone
Deep in the heart of the hell's dominion,
where the sky is torn,
swallowing flames into an endless void
where the earth has worn,
eaten by the inferno below
seething winds ravage this furnace,
home to the infernal king of shadows.
Step forth into oblivion
to take what is needed.
A duty charged to the demon king.
Who waits in the past before his fall,
the black stone caressing his throne.
Time is irrelevant to the god of evil
yet, his future remains unknown.
For the test of strength a challenge was asked.
The...
where the sky is torn,
swallowing flames into an endless void
where the earth has worn,
eaten by the inferno below
seething winds ravage this furnace,
home to the infernal king of shadows.
Step forth into oblivion
to take what is needed.
A duty charged to the demon king.
Who waits in the past before his fall,
the black stone caressing his throne.
Time is irrelevant to the god of evil
yet, his future remains unknown.
For the test of strength a challenge was asked.
The...
944 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Aug 2012 2:51pm
27th Aug 2012 2:51pm
Pale Rider
Ride forth with your burden of gilt,
in a fit of rage and redemption.
You are death; none can excel.
Your fealty eludes compassion.
That fateful scythe possessed with power.
The souls of your brethren sealed in your chest.
Eternal cries of the ones you damned,
forever wailing on the razor's edge.
The one you called brother,
slain by your hand,
sold himself to power,
and corruption was born anew.
Unfolding, vitiating
more worlds then one.
The tree of life has fallen,
to this...
in a fit of rage and redemption.
You are death; none can excel.
Your fealty eludes compassion.
That fateful scythe possessed with power.
The souls of your brethren sealed in your chest.
Eternal cries of the ones you damned,
forever wailing on the razor's edge.
The one you called brother,
slain by your hand,
sold himself to power,
and corruption was born anew.
Unfolding, vitiating
more worlds then one.
The tree of life has fallen,
to this...
939 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2012 3:20pm
18th Aug 2012 3:20pm
Vortex
capture this fleeting joy
and bind them in memories.
not knowing what despair awaits
this morose forthcoming dependency.
condition my cold shell.
twas freedom that ached
for another day of rest.
lolling to the minutes of apathy,
sanctioned sadness ensues.
now. here. the voices play tricks.
ferrying me beyond sanctity
without appetite or stomach.
phantasm; blinding apprehension
with wisps of blackness.
hardened by sorrow
the tinker’s bells are mimed by spite
upon me, ceasing feeling.
Below, the sand drains...
and bind them in memories.
not knowing what despair awaits
this morose forthcoming dependency.
condition my cold shell.
twas freedom that ached
for another day of rest.
lolling to the minutes of apathy,
sanctioned sadness ensues.
now. here. the voices play tricks.
ferrying me beyond sanctity
without appetite or stomach.
phantasm; blinding apprehension
with wisps of blackness.
hardened by sorrow
the tinker’s bells are mimed by spite
upon me, ceasing feeling.
Below, the sand drains...
871 reads
10 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Jul 2012 7:19am
19th Jul 2012 7:19am
Babel
Suffice to say that inspiration has taken its leave.
I am left hanging between the wind and the still,
groveling through words to birth art.
But imagine is all I can do.
Vexed by this dilemma the strands of my patience run thin.
Pushed by this anger I burst out of my domicile to cool off.
And cool off I must, to write again.
Anger seldom diminishes inspiration and forces exasperation.
Expressions knit onto my skin,
I lack the skill to hide my feelings because I am impertinent.
I care not for pleasantries and...
I am left hanging between the wind and the still,
groveling through words to birth art.
But imagine is all I can do.
Vexed by this dilemma the strands of my patience run thin.
Pushed by this anger I burst out of my domicile to cool off.
And cool off I must, to write again.
Anger seldom diminishes inspiration and forces exasperation.
Expressions knit onto my skin,
I lack the skill to hide my feelings because I am impertinent.
I care not for pleasantries and...
1017 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 8:42am
9th Jul 2012 8:42am
Undying
Leave it be,
that sordid gesture of heartfelt calamities,
of dissipation and destruction
withering slowly in your cancerous shell.
Save them for a day when you are honest.
without strings and staples
lewdly arched over the bed
invaded and compromised
like Madame Christmas, 10 years ago.
This is your moment,
a violation of virtue,
to become my one and only,
only to become one of my regrets.
Maybe if you didn't care,
even if you did, why would you after all this?
To payback a heart break from 10...
that sordid gesture of heartfelt calamities,
of dissipation and destruction
withering slowly in your cancerous shell.
Save them for a day when you are honest.
without strings and staples
lewdly arched over the bed
invaded and compromised
like Madame Christmas, 10 years ago.
This is your moment,
a violation of virtue,
to become my one and only,
only to become one of my regrets.
Maybe if you didn't care,
even if you did, why would you after all this?
To payback a heart break from 10...
1006 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 4:13pm
7th Jun 2012 4:13pm
Relapse
Welcome back sobriety,
constant hell of insecurity.
Drenched in sweat, reeking
of envy and desperation
shaking in my shoes
nervously unsure.
Sleepless nights pursue,
with memories of you
amidst fingers and lips
amongst others but me.
The cruel mistress
of poisoned perception
now abandoning
the eyes of red.
Enter- reality,
the world unseen,
through saner eyes
sight will see.
The flowers and the bees,
the birds and the trees,
the tides and the breeze,
that pleasantly please.
But...
constant hell of insecurity.
Drenched in sweat, reeking
of envy and desperation
shaking in my shoes
nervously unsure.
Sleepless nights pursue,
with memories of you
amidst fingers and lips
amongst others but me.
The cruel mistress
of poisoned perception
now abandoning
the eyes of red.
Enter- reality,
the world unseen,
through saner eyes
sight will see.
The flowers and the bees,
the birds and the trees,
the tides and the breeze,
that pleasantly please.
But...
1879 reads
16 Comments
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