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
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jul 2014 3:58pm
19th Jul 2014 3:58pm
Mother, I want to miss you
No idea where this actually belongs.
I know my mother better than most, but I barely see her
We live in the same town, but if we pass each other in the street we look the other way
Ignoring one another, a relationship which seems weaker with every silent encounter
But it never really existed, so why would we, how could we, speak
I still try with her on occasion, but I hate too much and so does she
So when I go round her house to try and rebuild, we just tear it down some more
I don't care for her, but that is the problem I have
Dragged up is too easy, I...
I know my mother better than most, but I barely see her
We live in the same town, but if we pass each other in the street we look the other way
Ignoring one another, a relationship which seems weaker with every silent encounter
But it never really existed, so why would we, how could we, speak
I still try with her on occasion, but I hate too much and so does she
So when I go round her house to try and rebuild, we just tear it down some more
I don't care for her, but that is the problem I have
Dragged up is too easy, I...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
19th Jul 2014 2:32pm
19th Jul 2014 2:32pm
Another lazy day
It's another day, as they always are, and I'm still sitting on my ass
I'm lazy and obsolete, sitting in the grass to rest sore unused feet
I'm sitting on my ass wondering what the fuck I'm going to eat
Watching the shadows pass me by, waiting for the sun to set so I can get to sleep
But I swear I don't close my eyes till it starts to rise
The beginning of the end for another timeless week
I'm wasting away, just sitting here waiting for a better day
Just waiting for a better day, just waiting, testing my faith
And I'm not seeing any difference, my...
I'm lazy and obsolete, sitting in the grass to rest sore unused feet
I'm sitting on my ass wondering what the fuck I'm going to eat
Watching the shadows pass me by, waiting for the sun to set so I can get to sleep
But I swear I don't close my eyes till it starts to rise
The beginning of the end for another timeless week
I'm wasting away, just sitting here waiting for a better day
Just waiting for a better day, just waiting, testing my faith
And I'm not seeing any difference, my...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 2:48am
15th Jul 2014 2:48am
Haunt The Ghost
Maybe belongs in prose.
I'm going to take someone, the first person I see in the middle of nowhere,
And tie them down in the back of a van.
I'll make them believe this world is hell,
And I am the demon without the headlines,
Just laugh lines which sporadically switch to sullen frowns.
Scream for me and I will cry with you.
I want to torture them, for a week at least,
Straining at their bindings until sanity breaks.
I don't want to kill them.
I want to cause them so much pain that they die.
I'll have mirrors placed all around,
And a ouija...
I'm going to take someone, the first person I see in the middle of nowhere,
And tie them down in the back of a van.
I'll make them believe this world is hell,
And I am the demon without the headlines,
Just laugh lines which sporadically switch to sullen frowns.
Scream for me and I will cry with you.
I want to torture them, for a week at least,
Straining at their bindings until sanity breaks.
I don't want to kill them.
I want to cause them so much pain that they die.
I'll have mirrors placed all around,
And a ouija...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 6:51am
14th Jul 2014 6:51am
Not A Show
Do you seem them charging across the stage
Red lights waving frantically
Enticing anger and hysteria
Bull like creatures tied by wires
Performing to a frantic audience
Amidst all the chanting and applause
What was listened to?
Was anything felt other than excitement, or hatred
I enjoyed that show too
But It didn't stand out
How could it when so much else was going on
So little was really picked up on
Do you see them stood solemnly
Lights dimmed and gentle
Enticing subtle feelings and memories
Graceful creatures beside coiled wires...
Red lights waving frantically
Enticing anger and hysteria
Bull like creatures tied by wires
Performing to a frantic audience
Amidst all the chanting and applause
What was listened to?
Was anything felt other than excitement, or hatred
I enjoyed that show too
But It didn't stand out
How could it when so much else was going on
So little was really picked up on
Do you see them stood solemnly
Lights dimmed and gentle
Enticing subtle feelings and memories
Graceful creatures beside coiled wires...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Jul 2014 6:48am
14th Jul 2014 6:48am
Gutter men
Very long, Rap-orientated style lyrics
Fairly roughly wrote, was just listening to bbng - uwm while extremely bored, figured I'd type along, anyway here's the result.
Lack of capitalization etc. Is not really something I can sort out tonight. enjoy and be harsh.
I'm a gutter man, a drifter with no will to move
I plan my travels as I walk to pick, paper plane's up from the curb
Just lucky I ever manage to cross the road
Last time I broke, I was sat at the bus stop, broke, no money, no dough
eating pastry foraged from that which the bakery throws,
travel...
Fairly roughly wrote, was just listening to bbng - uwm while extremely bored, figured I'd type along, anyway here's the result.
Lack of capitalization etc. Is not really something I can sort out tonight. enjoy and be harsh.
I'm a gutter man, a drifter with no will to move
I plan my travels as I walk to pick, paper plane's up from the curb
Just lucky I ever manage to cross the road
Last time I broke, I was sat at the bus stop, broke, no money, no dough
eating pastry foraged from that which the bakery throws,
travel...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 10:08pm
13th Jul 2014 10:08pm
Cowards who cry
Found bloodied and unconscious,
Or still screaming and crying,
By parent’s or friend’s who stand in shock,
Causing trauma through your ignorance.
So desperate for life you would mock death.
Shallow cut’s through flesh or hinged nooses which slip,
Lying of overdose with half the pill’s down the sink,
But you kept the bottle with it’s choreographed lid,
Laid out beside your hand,
As if you fell on the spot in an instant.
Tell me what pill’s done that?
Did you froth at the mouth or simply spew more shit.
Was the blade left in view with a faint...
Or still screaming and crying,
By parent’s or friend’s who stand in shock,
Causing trauma through your ignorance.
So desperate for life you would mock death.
Shallow cut’s through flesh or hinged nooses which slip,
Lying of overdose with half the pill’s down the sink,
But you kept the bottle with it’s choreographed lid,
Laid out beside your hand,
As if you fell on the spot in an instant.
Tell me what pill’s done that?
Did you froth at the mouth or simply spew more shit.
Was the blade left in view with a faint...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 9:37pm
13th Jul 2014 9:37pm
Empathetic Lies
Title's a bit off.
You're a poet but don't show it, so what's the point in what you write?,
Type up another stereotype while you believe in yourself, with generic excuses deceive yourself
But it's hard to read those pages in that drawer where you hide.
What other lies have you told? This soul can't be sold so where are the drugs that you hold?
Should I be staring at your writ or your wrists?. What have I actually missed?
Another wish of me under the trees, kissed by a breeze, dancing with the leaves
As the rope round my neck tightens, pulled down...
You're a poet but don't show it, so what's the point in what you write?,
Type up another stereotype while you believe in yourself, with generic excuses deceive yourself
But it's hard to read those pages in that drawer where you hide.
What other lies have you told? This soul can't be sold so where are the drugs that you hold?
Should I be staring at your writ or your wrists?. What have I actually missed?
Another wish of me under the trees, kissed by a breeze, dancing with the leaves
As the rope round my neck tightens, pulled down...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 1:27pm
13th Jul 2014 1:27pm
Self-Inflicted Detachment
The flowers are melting, red petals dripping off the blade
There is a new furrow in the fields of my flesh
Filled with poppy's and daisy heads
Speculate the blood flow, a vein to prosper from
Minerals harvested on sheets of tissue
The stain grows and hairs are drowned in blood
Desperately trying to reach the sun like boxed flowers
A gift for the living, is living a gift?
Wrap me in skin to bind my flesh
Pull at the bow of my spine, unwrap me with a box-cutter
Peel the lids from my eyes, let me feel them dry
Stick me to the blankets
Let me pull...
There is a new furrow in the fields of my flesh
Filled with poppy's and daisy heads
Speculate the blood flow, a vein to prosper from
Minerals harvested on sheets of tissue
The stain grows and hairs are drowned in blood
Desperately trying to reach the sun like boxed flowers
A gift for the living, is living a gift?
Wrap me in skin to bind my flesh
Pull at the bow of my spine, unwrap me with a box-cutter
Peel the lids from my eyes, let me feel them dry
Stick me to the blankets
Let me pull...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Jul 2014 1:25pm
13th Jul 2014 1:25pm
Notebook Extract 2
I talk about my last/previous suicide attempt very nonchalantly with myself
and if anyone else is to hear the tale, it shall be the same
because there really isn't very much to it
I wont say about how 'hellish' it was
or how dark everything felt, or how cold I became
nor will I say it was cool, it wasn't, it never is
I wont say it was 'hardcore' or 'brutal'
nor that it was 'savage' or 'terrifying'
nor that their was any enlightenment or desperate revelations
because their wasn't any of that, it just happened
I did it, I did many things both before and...
and if anyone else is to hear the tale, it shall be the same
because there really isn't very much to it
I wont say about how 'hellish' it was
or how dark everything felt, or how cold I became
nor will I say it was cool, it wasn't, it never is
I wont say it was 'hardcore' or 'brutal'
nor that it was 'savage' or 'terrifying'
nor that their was any enlightenment or desperate revelations
because their wasn't any of that, it just happened
I did it, I did many things both before and...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jul 2014 11:20pm
12th Jul 2014 11:20pm
Cliff-top Contemplation
Looking towards the night sky,
Through the blue smoke which drifts past my eyes as I exhale.
I'm going to scatter these ashes into the sea,
With nobody to bear witness, the waves won't be grieving.
And I'm going to lay upon these rocks, against the shore.
If I'm swept away does it really matter?
Yeah, I want to put a ripple in this tide
If I rest my back against the water's surface,
How low will I have to sink before I stop staring at the stars?
I'm falling again, but as usual I never managed to climb high enough
So when I hit the ground, though I feel...
Through the blue smoke which drifts past my eyes as I exhale.
I'm going to scatter these ashes into the sea,
With nobody to bear witness, the waves won't be grieving.
And I'm going to lay upon these rocks, against the shore.
If I'm swept away does it really matter?
Yeah, I want to put a ripple in this tide
If I rest my back against the water's surface,
How low will I have to sink before I stop staring at the stars?
I'm falling again, but as usual I never managed to climb high enough
So when I hit the ground, though I feel...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 11:18pm
12th Jul 2014 11:18pm
Sunday Smoke
I'm awake again and tapping keys, rubbing strings
Wonder when did I have to cope this way?
I'm still within these walls, I watched the old paint dry until I stared at plaster
How could it have been this long?
Why has it felt so long?
Why have I pulled myself from the sheets?
I should have been laid upon the gurney
Send me to the furnace, bottle my ashes, the ashtray is all full up
Smoking just to smoke, to pass time, passing time
I fucking detest the notion, what good is this?
Why do I always have to pass the time?
I want time to pass me by, it's...
Wonder when did I have to cope this way?
I'm still within these walls, I watched the old paint dry until I stared at plaster
How could it have been this long?
Why has it felt so long?
Why have I pulled myself from the sheets?
I should have been laid upon the gurney
Send me to the furnace, bottle my ashes, the ashtray is all full up
Smoking just to smoke, to pass time, passing time
I fucking detest the notion, what good is this?
Why do I always have to pass the time?
I want time to pass me by, it's...
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