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
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 11:44am
12th Jul 2014 11:44am
Necrophiliac fantasy #2 (short)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 00:30am
12th Jul 2014 00:30am
Fleeting Images
Everything feels darkened,
As if I were existing in a black screen.
The middle of the night, a shadow to the day.
Yet the moths keep coming to me,
Does that make me the last light left,
My own night lamp, the only star.
What use is there in such a lonesome thing,
A light at the end of a tunnel.
You'll die when you reach it.
Hovering around my head,
Thoughts and moths alike.
People who sit in silence at the back of my mind,
Merely allowing me to assume how they are.
Fleeting images I cannot touch or converse with
Lingering as troublesome...
As if I were existing in a black screen.
The middle of the night, a shadow to the day.
Yet the moths keep coming to me,
Does that make me the last light left,
My own night lamp, the only star.
What use is there in such a lonesome thing,
A light at the end of a tunnel.
You'll die when you reach it.
Hovering around my head,
Thoughts and moths alike.
People who sit in silence at the back of my mind,
Merely allowing me to assume how they are.
Fleeting images I cannot touch or converse with
Lingering as troublesome...
717 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 1:36pm
11th Jul 2014 1:36pm
Charred Flesh (short)
I remember looking at fly’s, spider’s or birds burn
The sight was forgettable, the smell disgusting
So why is that same smell now so comforting.
Burning flesh brings nothing new
Soldering iron plunged into my thigh
Not a speck of blood, just a blackened white ring,
Instant cell destruction, with absolutely no feeling.
Done for a smell
To remember a sight:
I think it was a sea gull
Forced to play a phoenix,
Even then we knew it was a secret.
Dirty boys in ripped clothing have to dream.
We were magicians until it stopped moving, ...
The sight was forgettable, the smell disgusting
So why is that same smell now so comforting.
Burning flesh brings nothing new
Soldering iron plunged into my thigh
Not a speck of blood, just a blackened white ring,
Instant cell destruction, with absolutely no feeling.
Done for a smell
To remember a sight:
I think it was a sea gull
Forced to play a phoenix,
Even then we knew it was a secret.
Dirty boys in ripped clothing have to dream.
We were magicians until it stopped moving, ...
706 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Jul 2014 1:29pm
11th Jul 2014 1:29pm
Notebook Extract 1
I have kept notebooks for a few years now, and I return to write pieces on a daily basis, everything goes in, from poems to phrases, quotes and daily records, perhaps it's like a diary, though I don't tend to think of it in that way, it is definitely auto-biographical on the whole. Hopefully a few of you will enjoy whichever bits and pieces I put up, most probably two pages a day. Kicking it off with a slightly darker extract, Let you know what you'll be in for.
I'm desperately seeking questions to which there are no answers
not even half-formed, clouded fragments of clarity...
I'm desperately seeking questions to which there are no answers
not even half-formed, clouded fragments of clarity...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 11:23pm
10th Jul 2014 11:23pm
Post-Pubescent Experiences
926 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 1:37am
10th Jul 2014 1:37am
Suicidal Initiation
Burden me with the error's committed throughout your life,
Let us both linger on them.
Your wretchedness is most welcome here,
We will peel the scabs from your wounds,
To pronounce the scars.
The separation of flesh, a suicidal initiation.
Let us don a gown to lay upon the gurney,
May It be the coroner who removes our sheet in the morning.
What addiction shall we trade today?,
You go cold and I’ll be sick.
The UV will grant us true vision,
But we must close our eyes.
Appreciate nothing but your self deprivation,
Allow the lucid...
Let us both linger on them.
Your wretchedness is most welcome here,
We will peel the scabs from your wounds,
To pronounce the scars.
The separation of flesh, a suicidal initiation.
Let us don a gown to lay upon the gurney,
May It be the coroner who removes our sheet in the morning.
What addiction shall we trade today?,
You go cold and I’ll be sick.
The UV will grant us true vision,
But we must close our eyes.
Appreciate nothing but your self deprivation,
Allow the lucid...
790 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 1:11am
10th Jul 2014 1:11am
Lost Innocence
An innocent creature is screaming at the night-light,
Desperate to cling onto it's dreams.
For what needs to be fixed if you cannot see what is broken,
Scanning the insides of it's eyelids to find imagination.
The crack in the door let's in a light which splits the sky.
Fear waits in a lit hall as stumbling footsteps and staggering shadows,
The only time a voice is loud enough to be distinct,
It is raised to abuse something raised for abuse.
The cot is scattered across the room,
And the screws sit within a bag which threatens to suffocate.
Early to...
Desperate to cling onto it's dreams.
For what needs to be fixed if you cannot see what is broken,
Scanning the insides of it's eyelids to find imagination.
The crack in the door let's in a light which splits the sky.
Fear waits in a lit hall as stumbling footsteps and staggering shadows,
The only time a voice is loud enough to be distinct,
It is raised to abuse something raised for abuse.
The cot is scattered across the room,
And the screws sit within a bag which threatens to suffocate.
Early to...
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