Submissions by A_Conduit (Behappy - Bhairava)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Truth, without your copes and cushions, A kind and compassionate cruelty. I'm not here to converse. Almost all writing is adapted from spontaneous vocal recordings
Chime with the minor
Dissonant chords that chime with the minor
Diminishing innocence breeding demise
Suicidal medley’s that toll out your life
Thought’s bred through tedium
Repetitious nostalgia and conflicting emotions
Melancholy night’s without the sun
No god’s to lay waste
Just steeples that reach into nothing
Minds controlled through sound alone
Subliminal genocide worships the shunned
Those in self exile who wallow in pity
Total self hatred threatening to consume
A plethora of noise nauseating and intrusive
Inner most reaches are dark no light may shine...
Diminishing innocence breeding demise
Suicidal medley’s that toll out your life
Thought’s bred through tedium
Repetitious nostalgia and conflicting emotions
Melancholy night’s without the sun
No god’s to lay waste
Just steeples that reach into nothing
Minds controlled through sound alone
Subliminal genocide worships the shunned
Those in self exile who wallow in pity
Total self hatred threatening to consume
A plethora of noise nauseating and intrusive
Inner most reaches are dark no light may shine...
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I Am Your Suicide
Do not fight the feelings I incite
I am poisoning you so subtly
Oh how true it is that I care more for you than anyone
I have spent my time contemplating the end of your life
I am the cold thing that plays you out
That final feeling
I am your regret and your shame
I am the world you hate
Yet it is you who shall end your pathetic life
And it is I who will laugh and scream with anticipation
No headlines for the nameless
I am the schizophrenia and the depressions
I am all that you hate and all that you yearn for
You are my puppet whose strings...
I am poisoning you so subtly
Oh how true it is that I care more for you than anyone
I have spent my time contemplating the end of your life
I am the cold thing that plays you out
That final feeling
I am your regret and your shame
I am the world you hate
Yet it is you who shall end your pathetic life
And it is I who will laugh and scream with anticipation
No headlines for the nameless
I am the schizophrenia and the depressions
I am all that you hate and all that you yearn for
You are my puppet whose strings...
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Taught To Think
Really old writing but why not..
Mystified the starry eyes of a dreamer
Staring into lands unknown
Demoniac pandemonium joyous delirium
Jewels of light flitter through a cloudless sky
The dreamer is lucky to escape the true light
No dreams or sentient plateau
No marvel’s or dangers imposed
Cackling witch’s or priestly tones
Humming monks in unified song
Just the black before the light
Tinged with grey do I dream of life
It’s void-less solidity carved to purpose
Housing mundane treasure’s
Static trinkets predictably...
Mystified the starry eyes of a dreamer
Staring into lands unknown
Demoniac pandemonium joyous delirium
Jewels of light flitter through a cloudless sky
The dreamer is lucky to escape the true light
No dreams or sentient plateau
No marvel’s or dangers imposed
Cackling witch’s or priestly tones
Humming monks in unified song
Just the black before the light
Tinged with grey do I dream of life
It’s void-less solidity carved to purpose
Housing mundane treasure’s
Static trinkets predictably...
620 reads
3 Comments
Failed Asphyxiation Routine
Peg my nose and staple my lips
The palm round my mouth resists it's forced push
And my fingers loosen as my nostrils flare
A hissed gasp for air issued forth from a chest I will to deflate
I convulse consciously and try to forget all love
I try to forget myself, no longer here I picture my death
For a while I convince myself this impulsive suffocation shall be enough
I'll convince myself that I am dying with breath held till blue
But I always have to fucking gasp, so disappointed and ashamed I lay back to try again
Yawn through a tearful pity filled laugh...
The palm round my mouth resists it's forced push
And my fingers loosen as my nostrils flare
A hissed gasp for air issued forth from a chest I will to deflate
I convulse consciously and try to forget all love
I try to forget myself, no longer here I picture my death
For a while I convince myself this impulsive suffocation shall be enough
I'll convince myself that I am dying with breath held till blue
But I always have to fucking gasp, so disappointed and ashamed I lay back to try again
Yawn through a tearful pity filled laugh...
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Doctrine of Dependency
Duct tape smells so fucking clinical
The soles of leather shoes, the rubber on the inside of a tennis ball
Singular potency's of chemical sanitation
It's weave like a bandage leaves red checkers on my face
To blend with each new scratch purposefully placed
Stroke the beard of age before shaving the skin from my flesh
Hair still growing, mind numb, thoughts stopping
Dreaming, senseless and maddening
Rub my eyes with my sleeve, the blood from exposed wounds stains my features
Let me bleed as the fraudulent statues of martyred falsified saints
Do you see...
The soles of leather shoes, the rubber on the inside of a tennis ball
Singular potency's of chemical sanitation
It's weave like a bandage leaves red checkers on my face
To blend with each new scratch purposefully placed
Stroke the beard of age before shaving the skin from my flesh
Hair still growing, mind numb, thoughts stopping
Dreaming, senseless and maddening
Rub my eyes with my sleeve, the blood from exposed wounds stains my features
Let me bleed as the fraudulent statues of martyred falsified saints
Do you see...
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Type for Help
Shallow eulogies wrote with a mass of emoticons, and no emotion
False love offered up on a screen to try and preserve a life.
Only true feelings presented are those of the keys beneath your fingers as you type.
Another internet threat of suicide from another teen too scared to try,
So we tell them they're great, but we can't say why.
And if they ask for a reason to live, we throw out generic lies,
Because we don't really know them.
We'll say the same stuff every time but none of it applies to their own night fantasies,
We find out it wasn't serious if they buy...
False love offered up on a screen to try and preserve a life.
Only true feelings presented are those of the keys beneath your fingers as you type.
Another internet threat of suicide from another teen too scared to try,
So we tell them they're great, but we can't say why.
And if they ask for a reason to live, we throw out generic lies,
Because we don't really know them.
We'll say the same stuff every time but none of it applies to their own night fantasies,
We find out it wasn't serious if they buy...
757 reads
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Metaphor's for suicide
Cheap, simple, short
Sinking as a seed into the floor
Under an ever dimmer sun
Initial thoughts tell of a clear sky
Clouded they shut out the light
Ignorance compares itself to wilted flowers
Dying beneath feeble streaks of rain
Eager to lay within their roots
Sinking as a seed into the floor
Under an ever dimmer sun
Initial thoughts tell of a clear sky
Clouded they shut out the light
Ignorance compares itself to wilted flowers
Dying beneath feeble streaks of rain
Eager to lay within their roots
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Age Gap

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Escalating quickly

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Life clicked past
Twenty to five, another Tuesday morning.
And I've already watched too many life's pass
On a common death-based web page.
Sipping coffee as a woman gasps,
I blow steam from the cups rim,
And her chest deflates steadily.
Foreign tongues all scream murder.
Growing harder at the sight of asphyxiation.
In a world of electric, death should be broadcast.
Texas farmer massacre and Iraqi chainsaw beheading's
Living things turned to corpses and flicked past,
Another skit clip of a throat slit
Join the trend, to upload an end
Hosted but quickly...
And I've already watched too many life's pass
On a common death-based web page.
Sipping coffee as a woman gasps,
I blow steam from the cups rim,
And her chest deflates steadily.
Foreign tongues all scream murder.
Growing harder at the sight of asphyxiation.
In a world of electric, death should be broadcast.
Texas farmer massacre and Iraqi chainsaw beheading's
Living things turned to corpses and flicked past,
Another skit clip of a throat slit
Join the trend, to upload an end
Hosted but quickly...
601 reads
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If only I had a shed

830 reads
3 Comments
My cult
I want to start a new cult
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned...
One which spreads across this world unobserved
Founded on murder, sex and hauntings
Back of a van the place of worship
Sacrificing stray's to appease the self
Blossoming and soft, deflowered and waiting to die
Slain to release her infertile soul
New life pumped into a hollow corpse
A spiritual de-birth
Spirits of lost innocence caught within mirrors
To converse with their killer, inverted and perverse
Mimicking screams as they cry, resigned to silence
As they watch their body's, molested and brutalized, being burned...
640 reads
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