Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
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
DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2012 11:32am
4th Mar 2012 11:32am
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...
922 reads
9 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 11:16pm
23rd Feb 2012 11:16pm
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
1023 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 11:10pm
21st Feb 2012 11:10pm
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.
984 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2012 10:00pm
22nd Jan 2012 10:00pm
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,...
907 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 11:45am
11th Jan 2012 11:45am
Humility in Sepia
resting upon my crest
a shallow hopeless soul
with shame that resonates
with pain I call my own
no man would understand
no love could ever hold
falling to pieces fast
this shattered empty hole
have dreams that gone awry
shed skin for tears of gold
this heart is worthless now
in bloom and yet so old
through pictures I relate
nostalgia creeping in
reliving countless pasts
denying endless sins
true self is holy now
you are a fruitless whim
the longest hours pass
this mind is empty still
the gremlins...
a shallow hopeless soul
with shame that resonates
with pain I call my own
no man would understand
no love could ever hold
falling to pieces fast
this shattered empty hole
have dreams that gone awry
shed skin for tears of gold
this heart is worthless now
in bloom and yet so old
through pictures I relate
nostalgia creeping in
reliving countless pasts
denying endless sins
true self is holy now
you are a fruitless whim
the longest hours pass
this mind is empty still
the gremlins...
998 reads
8 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd Jan 2012 4:04am
2nd Jan 2012 4:04am
Angel of Hope
gazing through her empty lifeless eyes
upon the crimson sun before it dies
her shadow wanes so ever softly now
leaving her alone inside her mind
crying to the sky, conjure darkness light
wailing in her sorrow, failing might
the night is relentless here
maddening silence, it endears
never will she be, alive or free
trapped forever in her frozen life
pleading death she writhes
broken soul she hides
immortal are her fears
knowing no hate no sin
she hails from a land of fairytales
an angel of the river of hope...
upon the crimson sun before it dies
her shadow wanes so ever softly now
leaving her alone inside her mind
crying to the sky, conjure darkness light
wailing in her sorrow, failing might
the night is relentless here
maddening silence, it endears
never will she be, alive or free
trapped forever in her frozen life
pleading death she writhes
broken soul she hides
immortal are her fears
knowing no hate no sin
she hails from a land of fairytales
an angel of the river of hope...
1090 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2011 1:27am
17th Dec 2011 1:27am
Possession (read comments)
I have you
where you do not want to be.
What can I hope to keep
with my body
that would not stay for my mind.
Chronicles of sepia and grainy
black and white.
Stowed away in my closet
Under shameful panties
too big bras.
Lies a time that did not know puberty
The texture of breasts no more
than soft white fluid
air in a balloon
deflate.
I could show you this.
Crossroads jammed
with yellow buses.
Street hawkers selling me lunch.
A small structure rises...
where you do not want to be.
What can I hope to keep
with my body
that would not stay for my mind.
Chronicles of sepia and grainy
black and white.
Stowed away in my closet
Under shameful panties
too big bras.
Lies a time that did not know puberty
The texture of breasts no more
than soft white fluid
air in a balloon
deflate.
I could show you this.
Crossroads jammed
with yellow buses.
Street hawkers selling me lunch.
A small structure rises...
2148 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Sep 2011 9:00am
27th Sep 2011 9:00am
The Dream
I've seen a dream
with my eyes open
of my death, in crimson dusk
in violet rage.
On a rod of iron
my carcass decays
mirrored visions
in twisted delay
ravens flocking
they've come to pray
and rip and feast
as vultures glare.
The sky ignites
an angel appears
A red dot glows
not far from here
engulfed in black
biting my skin
the mountains behind
have fallen grim.
A heavy fog invades
the sounds of the supper
inhumane
orange they glow
in velvet silk
screaming...
with my eyes open
of my death, in crimson dusk
in violet rage.
On a rod of iron
my carcass decays
mirrored visions
in twisted delay
ravens flocking
they've come to pray
and rip and feast
as vultures glare.
The sky ignites
an angel appears
A red dot glows
not far from here
engulfed in black
biting my skin
the mountains behind
have fallen grim.
A heavy fog invades
the sounds of the supper
inhumane
orange they glow
in velvet silk
screaming...
1132 reads
6 Comments
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