Submissions by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every day I have the same argument in my head. The little devil sitting on my shoulder does this wild end zone dance when he wins, the angel on the other shoulder just gives a little prayer, so sometimes I go with the devil just to see the dance.
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 10:09pm
11th Feb 2025 10:09pm
One last kiss
I hate this pale blue,
a shallow reminder of the sky,
as I hate the floral scented spray,
liberally used so we can pretend
we're not held hostage by failing health.
The beep, beep, beep of a heart beat,
the ever present sound of our mortality
is enough to make us swear off ever getting ill.
None of these mental gymnastics
will ever leave my lips
as I hold your hand and make believe
we're in some exotic, far off place making love.
With joy I remember our life on the edge,
always in danger of falling off, ...
a shallow reminder of the sky,
as I hate the floral scented spray,
liberally used so we can pretend
we're not held hostage by failing health.
The beep, beep, beep of a heart beat,
the ever present sound of our mortality
is enough to make us swear off ever getting ill.
None of these mental gymnastics
will ever leave my lips
as I hold your hand and make believe
we're in some exotic, far off place making love.
With joy I remember our life on the edge,
always in danger of falling off, ...
#death
#grief
#hope #love
#hope #love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52am
6th Feb 2025 6:52am
Decomposing Dreams
In the forest of souls
all fight for light
drink from the well
of rusted metal dreams
seeking truth
in liquid reflections
circling the drain
of rabid need
seeing the future
in lullabies consumed
where desires are talons
and nights bleed sin
in love with the ghost
of a fractured soul
whispering pain
only memories remain
echoing in the dark
that never was
haunted by violence
on god's TV
kissing lips
of a decomposing void
clinging to a ghost
that carries my name
all fight for light
drink from the well
of rusted metal dreams
seeking truth
in liquid reflections
circling the drain
of rabid need
seeing the future
in lullabies consumed
where desires are talons
and nights bleed sin
in love with the ghost
of a fractured soul
whispering pain
only memories remain
echoing in the dark
that never was
haunted by violence
on god's TV
kissing lips
of a decomposing void
clinging to a ghost
that carries my name
#dreams
#nightmares
#utopia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2025 11:48am
28th Jan 2025 11:48am
Daughter of Shadows III
Fearing creatures of the night
naming us evil
as reason to hate
but the real monsters live in the light
just look at the horror they have wrought
The murder of children born of the night
crying tears of agony
vengeance now my right
innocent lives now laying in blood
Listen all who call night our home,
I am the Daughter of Shadows and this is my tale of woe
In the beginning I hid in shadows
to escape the hand of man
but found much more hidden within the dark,
I found a home and fell in love
Night...
naming us evil
as reason to hate
but the real monsters live in the light
just look at the horror they have wrought
The murder of children born of the night
crying tears of agony
vengeance now my right
innocent lives now laying in blood
Listen all who call night our home,
I am the Daughter of Shadows and this is my tale of woe
In the beginning I hid in shadows
to escape the hand of man
but found much more hidden within the dark,
I found a home and fell in love
Night...
#anger
#love
#revenge
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 5:30pm
22nd Jan 2025 5:30pm
As if our suffering were a badge of honor
Yin and yang, beauty
and ugliness combined
in our effort to survive
Some people just give up,
existing in the numbing space
between life and death,
past and present,
frozen in time.
This can never be said for poets
who abrade raw nerves with
the sandpaper of their writes
until memories spill onto the page
in artfully arraigned hieroglyphics of pain,
leaving clues for the reader
to examine and judge,
to revel in or deny the history of us,
as if our suffering were a badge of honor
and membership card
for...
and ugliness combined
in our effort to survive
Some people just give up,
existing in the numbing space
between life and death,
past and present,
frozen in time.
This can never be said for poets
who abrade raw nerves with
the sandpaper of their writes
until memories spill onto the page
in artfully arraigned hieroglyphics of pain,
leaving clues for the reader
to examine and judge,
to revel in or deny the history of us,
as if our suffering were a badge of honor
and membership card
for...
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 00:21am
19th Jan 2025 00:21am
The sea of you
Light now fading
cold invading
diving deep
in the sea of you
Coal and pressure
emerging
in the purity of form
The diamond of your soul
illuminating
life
chasing dreams
rising from the depths
seeking the facets
of your being
A seashell held to the ear
sings of faith
and promises clues
cold pervades
darkness dissuades
where love begin to fade
Memories are the crucible
in ocean depths
our coal under pressure ...
cold invading
diving deep
in the sea of you
Coal and pressure
emerging
in the purity of form
The diamond of your soul
illuminating
life
chasing dreams
rising from the depths
seeking the facets
of your being
A seashell held to the ear
sings of faith
and promises clues
cold pervades
darkness dissuades
where love begin to fade
Memories are the crucible
in ocean depths
our coal under pressure ...
#dreams
#escape
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2025 7:12pm
11th Jan 2025 7:12pm
When Wolves Sing
-
The wolves have come back
they always come back
scratching at the door
howls echoing deep within
something feral responding in need
I have always known
I am not alone
my whole life listening
to the music of their songs
and for a short time
until their voices fall still
I am free
The wolves have come back
singing in harmony
my guts twisting with need
puking undigested the breeding of me
set me free!
from the dog collar of...
The wolves have come back
they always come back
scratching at the door
howls echoing deep within
something feral responding in need
I have always known
I am not alone
my whole life listening
to the music of their songs
and for a short time
until their voices fall still
I am free
The wolves have come back
singing in harmony
my guts twisting with need
puking undigested the breeding of me
set me free!
from the dog collar of...
#freedom
#redemption
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2025 8:54am
5th Jan 2025 8:54am
Poets are all sadists masquerading as the avant-garde
-
Writing of beauty
in the face of adversity
ethereal words
transcendental pain
How we overcome
the evil of others
baring our souls
naked and unafraid
Look at me
suffering for these words
on good days
writing of agony
On the bad days
reveling in the morass
of entropy
mining pain
conveying despondency
The thought
what a bunch of masochists
look deeper
sharing just enough
to elicit shattered hopes
often written in blood
...
Writing of beauty
in the face of adversity
ethereal words
transcendental pain
How we overcome
the evil of others
baring our souls
naked and unafraid
Look at me
suffering for these words
on good days
writing of agony
On the bad days
reveling in the morass
of entropy
mining pain
conveying despondency
The thought
what a bunch of masochists
look deeper
sharing just enough
to elicit shattered hopes
often written in blood
...
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2025 9:21pm
1st Jan 2025 9:21pm
Excerpts from Future
Kneeling amid the ruins of what should have been,
haunted by the ghosts of what could have been,
holding the entrails of last years empty promises,
hoping and praying for more of the same.
Don't rock the boat, keep it a float, close your eyes and believe,
believe believe believe in our addiction to the lotus tree,
close the mind, empty the soul, of the doubts that we're not free,
that something is terribly terribly wrong with us
taking an eye for an eye until the whole world's blind,
...
haunted by the ghosts of what could have been,
holding the entrails of last years empty promises,
hoping and praying for more of the same.
Don't rock the boat, keep it a float, close your eyes and believe,
believe believe believe in our addiction to the lotus tree,
close the mind, empty the soul, of the doubts that we're not free,
that something is terribly terribly wrong with us
taking an eye for an eye until the whole world's blind,
...
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#frustration
#shame
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2024 5:54am
30th Dec 2024 5:54am
Untamed
Love is not the gentle breeze of fairy tales
there are no happy ending with love untamed
but an unbreakable vow
melting skin from boney fingers
if we take our oath lightly and cast it out
A love so deep the gods themselves
cannot sate the yearning to be more than we are
It is not the love of neat little houses and routine
nor two point three kids and a tesla living in the garage
but the kind of love that makes demons blush
and mothers lift cars from children trapped beneath
Love demanding sacrifice, your...
there are no happy ending with love untamed
but an unbreakable vow
melting skin from boney fingers
if we take our oath lightly and cast it out
A love so deep the gods themselves
cannot sate the yearning to be more than we are
It is not the love of neat little houses and routine
nor two point three kids and a tesla living in the garage
but the kind of love that makes demons blush
and mothers lift cars from children trapped beneath
Love demanding sacrifice, your...
#love
#redemption
#sacrifice
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2024 5:44pm
29th Dec 2024 5:44pm
Only the Animal Survives
Raw and alive
the tangible need.
box it
weight it
ship it UPS
in a world of fake
you are real
make me bleed
rubbing emotions raw
the slow exhaled whisper
both fire and ice
to nerves
exposed to light
and I scream
for more
scream your name
ripping the mask
off your savage heart
love
lust
hate
are all used
to fuel the fire
blistering skin and boiling blood
the last walls crumble
screaming
in fear
losing control
evolution
destroyed in just one night ...
the tangible need.
box it
weight it
ship it UPS
in a world of fake
you are real
make me bleed
rubbing emotions raw
the slow exhaled whisper
both fire and ice
to nerves
exposed to light
and I scream
for more
scream your name
ripping the mask
off your savage heart
love
lust
hate
are all used
to fuel the fire
blistering skin and boiling blood
the last walls crumble
screaming
in fear
losing control
evolution
destroyed in just one night ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#lust #passion
#lust #passion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2024 00:23am
28th Dec 2024 00:23am
rock music, burning oil, and wind
On a dark and lonely highway
destination unknown
all alone
if not for images
haunting the open road
thoughts bouncing off asphalt
faster than this speeding machine
High beams challenging
the painted white line
with a battle cry of reverberating power
rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only guides this world has ever seen
In the rear view mirror
leaving my sins
Hasta la vista baby
enough is enough but now I'm free
Stuck in a dying town
piston rings all burnt to...
destination unknown
all alone
if not for images
haunting the open road
thoughts bouncing off asphalt
faster than this speeding machine
High beams challenging
the painted white line
with a battle cry of reverberating power
rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only guides this world has ever seen
In the rear view mirror
leaving my sins
Hasta la vista baby
enough is enough but now I'm free
Stuck in a dying town
piston rings all burnt to...
#cars
#fate
#karma
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2024 2:12am
8th Dec 2024 2:12am
Bronwyn, Ren Fair, Southern California
It was hot, too expensive
and you didn't want to go
not alone anyway
renaissance fair in late May
everyone sweating
dressed to doublets and kilts
except for a dancing flame
wearing bell bottoms
and low slung swaying hips
she was willowy and tall
parading bare feet
all the adornment needed
with eyes the color of poetry
processing a hawks' way of seeing
into your heart
and into your mind
a new dance beginning
with joyous first steps
you bump into her by...
and you didn't want to go
not alone anyway
renaissance fair in late May
everyone sweating
dressed to doublets and kilts
except for a dancing flame
wearing bell bottoms
and low slung swaying hips
she was willowy and tall
parading bare feet
all the adornment needed
with eyes the color of poetry
processing a hawks' way of seeing
into your heart
and into your mind
a new dance beginning
with joyous first steps
you bump into her by...
#dance
#fate
#romantic
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