Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
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...
863 reads
7 Comments
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...
801 reads
10 Comments
The Rapist
1722 reads
25 Comments
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...
930 reads
12 Comments
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...
927 reads
2 Comments
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...
1790 reads
16 Comments
Misanthropy
939 reads
4 Comments
Return to Limbo
Breaking through the fateful glass
that splits the world from what is not
to dead decaying oaks, butterflies over ponds
flies on carcasses, that were never there
A world that is lost and can never be found
where you are alone, and all you're left with is eternity
the fog drifts with an undead visage
its embrace weighs heavy on your breath
Sins are carved into the trunks and the walls
The sky over, this placid lake, glows ominously
as you glide waters of trepidation, of poison
hell is...
that splits the world from what is not
to dead decaying oaks, butterflies over ponds
flies on carcasses, that were never there
A world that is lost and can never be found
where you are alone, and all you're left with is eternity
the fog drifts with an undead visage
its embrace weighs heavy on your breath
Sins are carved into the trunks and the walls
The sky over, this placid lake, glows ominously
as you glide waters of trepidation, of poison
hell is...
847 reads
9 Comments
Epiphany
Six and a half years of smoke,
I can't remember a damn thing.
What I do remember,
are the days I didn't get a smoke.
- Mihir Devle a.k.a. DD
I can't remember a damn thing.
What I do remember,
are the days I didn't get a smoke.
- Mihir Devle a.k.a. DD
960 reads
9 Comments
13
Darken this verse,
with sour intentions.
I can't crave
this, your imperfection.
And like ticks,
you'll feed relentless,
not ever absolute.
Such weak examples,
disgraceful role models.
Decrepit, this soul
can find it.
The only truth.
I will die.
with sour intentions.
I can't crave
this, your imperfection.
And like ticks,
you'll feed relentless,
not ever absolute.
Such weak examples,
disgraceful role models.
Decrepit, this soul
can find it.
The only truth.
I will die.
919 reads
6 Comments
Ultraviolet Serenade
This infectious sky of purple dye
clumsily falling to stay high.
Black and gray stroll and sway in suffocating blues.
Tranquil cold, aged and old,
leaves me a chill to signify.
Rot, I will not,
If, under this azure, I faithlessly die.
The willows in the swamp exhale into the calm twilight,
as crickets and toads sing choirs to the wind.
Enchant melodies of melancholy and delight,
to willless souls surrendering their last breath.
Such gloom devours this placid evening.
Snared in heavy hypnotic hue.
Rousing insanity and despair,...
clumsily falling to stay high.
Black and gray stroll and sway in suffocating blues.
Tranquil cold, aged and old,
leaves me a chill to signify.
Rot, I will not,
If, under this azure, I faithlessly die.
The willows in the swamp exhale into the calm twilight,
as crickets and toads sing choirs to the wind.
Enchant melodies of melancholy and delight,
to willless souls surrendering their last breath.
Such gloom devours this placid evening.
Snared in heavy hypnotic hue.
Rousing insanity and despair,...
837 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by 13