Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 8:13am
14th Aug 2016 8:13am
Off my head and into my c**t
815 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 8:10am
14th Aug 2016 8:10am
Mild Calibration
Break open the center and let it out
this nurtured, confounded realization of loneliness
as it spills. It gushes into the streets,
infecting everyone with an emptiness—unnoticed,
we’re walking amongst corpses that can’t smell their kind
till heads turn at the sound of someone living, screaming, writhing—
dying.
Like how we arrange lovers and hearts in cupboards in the mind
murderers and betrayers roam freely, they’re killed often
no room for consolidation and refinement, schedules don’t permit
the need to feel is greater than the need to believe...
this nurtured, confounded realization of loneliness
as it spills. It gushes into the streets,
infecting everyone with an emptiness—unnoticed,
we’re walking amongst corpses that can’t smell their kind
till heads turn at the sound of someone living, screaming, writhing—
dying.
Like how we arrange lovers and hearts in cupboards in the mind
murderers and betrayers roam freely, they’re killed often
no room for consolidation and refinement, schedules don’t permit
the need to feel is greater than the need to believe...
719 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2016 9:37am
4th Aug 2016 9:37am
Stonedhenge
I’ve wasted a good bit of my life doing this.
I am ashamed and chalk full of regret right now, but in a few minutes, all those terrible demons will be driven away.
I am expecting a package to be delivered.
Spent the whole day idling in wait. Lolling, rolling, indolently knolling my attention bell.
Listening, for that fateful moment when the car would ram through the building’s gates and park itself, figuratively, with the desired goods in tow, capriciously.
A few half hours away, in a thatched hut next to the railroad tracks that lead up to here, a sprightly old man...
I am ashamed and chalk full of regret right now, but in a few minutes, all those terrible demons will be driven away.
I am expecting a package to be delivered.
Spent the whole day idling in wait. Lolling, rolling, indolently knolling my attention bell.
Listening, for that fateful moment when the car would ram through the building’s gates and park itself, figuratively, with the desired goods in tow, capriciously.
A few half hours away, in a thatched hut next to the railroad tracks that lead up to here, a sprightly old man...
661 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2016 9:35am
4th Aug 2016 9:35am
Reeling In The Stars
Without a thought, consciousness dawdles.
Here, there, everywhere. In the dark, the horizon’s alight.
Realizing the presence. Forgetting the essence
Feet feel filth. Dirt. Shit.
Mucking around. Failing eyes lie.
Lights are a ruse. Shadows are alive.
Morph into beasts, cannibals, men.
Shiver in the shell. Outside, it’s hell.
Outside - The mind. Inside - The world.
Demented faces drift slow. Relishing fear.
Then somewhere, the sky revealed a fragment of a million billions.
Perpetual bliss, inches from fingertips.
Reach out and...
Here, there, everywhere. In the dark, the horizon’s alight.
Realizing the presence. Forgetting the essence
Feet feel filth. Dirt. Shit.
Mucking around. Failing eyes lie.
Lights are a ruse. Shadows are alive.
Morph into beasts, cannibals, men.
Shiver in the shell. Outside, it’s hell.
Outside - The mind. Inside - The world.
Demented faces drift slow. Relishing fear.
Then somewhere, the sky revealed a fragment of a million billions.
Perpetual bliss, inches from fingertips.
Reach out and...
635 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 4:36am
31st Jul 2016 4:36am
Price Of A Day
Turning left triggers migraines
my eyelids graze flaring screens
that discharge cold lightning in to my brain
the asymptomatic essence dissolves in a shade of sepia
welcoming what will become another day in the mental calendar.
Uneasiness will creep into this calmly drifting hour
and fruitless realization will take root
ignoring what has become of the past, the morning
inviting what is to come, the afternoon, the evening, the night.
The following seconds are warped in flow
there is little time to let bygones go.
As light escapes...
my eyelids graze flaring screens
that discharge cold lightning in to my brain
the asymptomatic essence dissolves in a shade of sepia
welcoming what will become another day in the mental calendar.
Uneasiness will creep into this calmly drifting hour
and fruitless realization will take root
ignoring what has become of the past, the morning
inviting what is to come, the afternoon, the evening, the night.
The following seconds are warped in flow
there is little time to let bygones go.
As light escapes...
614 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 4:28am
31st Jul 2016 4:28am
Wishful Thinking
Let’s not even get to the heart of the matter.
Let’s dabble on the fringes of this childlike fascination.
That overgrown ball of imagination, the undisputed love and wonder,
The fear and reverence, the visual squalor.
Infinite eyes, Infinite lies.
Brushed aside for the sake of absolutely nothing.
Meticulous strokes across an endless canvas - Ripples of beauty in the mind’s eye.
Wish that it lasts forever.
Wish that you never die.
Let’s dabble on the fringes of this childlike fascination.
That overgrown ball of imagination, the undisputed love and wonder,
The fear and reverence, the visual squalor.
Infinite eyes, Infinite lies.
Brushed aside for the sake of absolutely nothing.
Meticulous strokes across an endless canvas - Ripples of beauty in the mind’s eye.
Wish that it lasts forever.
Wish that you never die.
631 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Jul 2016 5:22am
23rd Jul 2016 5:22am
f**k Knows (F.K.) - Red Moon
1056 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2015 7:11am
13th May 2015 7:11am
Habit
I could get used to the silence.
The birds chirping, the bees buzzing, the leaves rustling…
Trivial treasures compared to the screaming isolation.
Louder than anything you’ll hear, quieter than nothing,
Lasting eternally until broken, emphatically.
I could get used to my breath, didn’t notice it before today.
I must have been dead this whole time.
Without a voice, bereft of noise,
That which only feels but never reveals.
I could get used to that.
I could get used to this.
The birds chirping, the bees buzzing, the leaves rustling…
Trivial treasures compared to the screaming isolation.
Louder than anything you’ll hear, quieter than nothing,
Lasting eternally until broken, emphatically.
I could get used to my breath, didn’t notice it before today.
I must have been dead this whole time.
Without a voice, bereft of noise,
That which only feels but never reveals.
I could get used to that.
I could get used to this.
935 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 11:53am
10th Apr 2015 11:53am
Positivity
I’ve been reading a bit about positivity, this past hour.
I have been trying to project what I’ve read, mentally, in scenarios where I’m under stress to see how things work out.
I couldn’t make peace with the fact that sometimes letting go and keeping quiet is the best course of action.
That sometimes, just sometimes, shutting up and letting things happen is the only way to get over a bad situation.
The fallout can be dealt with. The one percent of our animal nature within helps us rebuild every time.
I can feel an uneasiness settling, making its home in the...
I have been trying to project what I’ve read, mentally, in scenarios where I’m under stress to see how things work out.
I couldn’t make peace with the fact that sometimes letting go and keeping quiet is the best course of action.
That sometimes, just sometimes, shutting up and letting things happen is the only way to get over a bad situation.
The fallout can be dealt with. The one percent of our animal nature within helps us rebuild every time.
I can feel an uneasiness settling, making its home in the...
970 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 11:52am
10th Apr 2015 11:52am
From Meth-head to Madness
1072 reads
0 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Apr 2015 4:40pm
4th Apr 2015 4:40pm
Tyrannizer - This Is War
1120 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 4:01pm
4th Apr 2015 4:01pm
Meth-od-ical
The hints of a razor gleam
creeping up from behind
shivers begin to scream
a thought undefined.
Crystalline destruction manifests
in shards of failed dreams
circulation and cells cease
I am dumber today.
Clogging and fogging the mind
promises cheat their way into lies
when depression becomes a way of life
serenity is found at the end of the line.
Escaping the cavity
in trails of shame
in vigour and madness
incapable of sadness.
Black hole eyes
cannot see the coming despair
the next morning impairs...
creeping up from behind
shivers begin to scream
a thought undefined.
Crystalline destruction manifests
in shards of failed dreams
circulation and cells cease
I am dumber today.
Clogging and fogging the mind
promises cheat their way into lies
when depression becomes a way of life
serenity is found at the end of the line.
Escaping the cavity
in trails of shame
in vigour and madness
incapable of sadness.
Black hole eyes
cannot see the coming despair
the next morning impairs...
957 reads
3 Comments
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