Submissions by AbstruseOne (Devan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write metaphorical poetry. I find beauty in everything. I am quite abstruse.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 4:22pm
10th Aug 2012 4:22pm
Ophidian
The vermin stumbles upon loose gravel
stirring up dirt and rocks
endlessly attempting to mend
loose scales and nailed gashes
how ruthless the gawking
creatures have been--
with their empty gaze
their panicked will
nary dispose your wrath,
serpent; those clawed
creatures are fixed
on your stare
you mustn't blame them
for they have been torn
by tiring deeds
that seem endless
the predator grasps onto
the only answer-
unaware of conflict
it has stirred
your options are few,
viper; scales...
stirring up dirt and rocks
endlessly attempting to mend
loose scales and nailed gashes
how ruthless the gawking
creatures have been--
with their empty gaze
their panicked will
nary dispose your wrath,
serpent; those clawed
creatures are fixed
on your stare
you mustn't blame them
for they have been torn
by tiring deeds
that seem endless
the predator grasps onto
the only answer-
unaware of conflict
it has stirred
your options are few,
viper; scales...
574 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 4:56am
10th Jun 2012 4:56am
The Appointment
I have built my mental view
Precisely;
Filling in every jagged crack,
Every faded and colorless expanse--
Free of sight.
Reluctantly tracing the edges of
My mind;
Globbing garish paint onto the
Blank occipital lobe of opportunity--
Free of critique.
Religiously forcing crooked nails
Into the loose vicinity of action,
Maintaining each splintered axon
With confident denial.
I need not your assistance.
I need not your judgment.
Precisely;
Filling in every jagged crack,
Every faded and colorless expanse--
Free of sight.
Reluctantly tracing the edges of
My mind;
Globbing garish paint onto the
Blank occipital lobe of opportunity--
Free of critique.
Religiously forcing crooked nails
Into the loose vicinity of action,
Maintaining each splintered axon
With confident denial.
I need not your assistance.
I need not your judgment.
500 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 4:53am
10th Jun 2012 4:53am
Immune
Cinderblocks
hang from my ankles.
Sensory adaptation or
accomodation--I
thank thee.
I am content.
I hath not notice
the weight without thy.
You have lifted the smog;
revealed the road I lay upon.
I am immune to
the spear you threaten me with;
the spear you have ever so lovingly attempted
to perish me with--
It disintegrates into
a weightless vapor,
trapping me within.
I am free.
I am not ignorant, naive;
I am aware, conscious--
consciously naive;
forever unforgiving
of the...
hang from my ankles.
Sensory adaptation or
accomodation--I
thank thee.
I am content.
I hath not notice
the weight without thy.
You have lifted the smog;
revealed the road I lay upon.
I am immune to
the spear you threaten me with;
the spear you have ever so lovingly attempted
to perish me with--
It disintegrates into
a weightless vapor,
trapping me within.
I am free.
I am not ignorant, naive;
I am aware, conscious--
consciously naive;
forever unforgiving
of the...
606 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 4:00pm
9th Jun 2012 4:00pm
The Client
A daily stimulation
Experienced by thee;
You have, yet again,
A task to tend to.
One that, in a sense,
Hits home.
You deny this.
A "customer" calls
In a crisis;
Pleading for your leadership.
Bargaining for your advice.
Their daughter has gone astray--
Cracked, split in two.
Willingly, you offer a few
[Or many] words
of encouragement.--
To the hospital she is admitted.
I couldn't help but envy
Your patron, they are compliant.
It is too late for myself.
Experienced by thee;
You have, yet again,
A task to tend to.
One that, in a sense,
Hits home.
You deny this.
A "customer" calls
In a crisis;
Pleading for your leadership.
Bargaining for your advice.
Their daughter has gone astray--
Cracked, split in two.
Willingly, you offer a few
[Or many] words
of encouragement.--
To the hospital she is admitted.
I couldn't help but envy
Your patron, they are compliant.
It is too late for myself.
501 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 7:59pm
7th Jun 2012 7:59pm
The Calamity of "Calm"
I possess a burden;
Unwanted and relentless.
It steals the strength from my containment,
Leaving loath rather than lagniappe—
The gift depletes me of wisdom
And drains the nectar
Of morality from within;
Revealing the sinews that bind this shell.
And I stomp gallantly about—
Striding by, blind.
With my intentions of defending
What little is left of my self-worth,
The sky drops from above
And I walk lethargically upon the clouds
Oblivious to the plane headed
In my direction, ...
Unwanted and relentless.
It steals the strength from my containment,
Leaving loath rather than lagniappe—
The gift depletes me of wisdom
And drains the nectar
Of morality from within;
Revealing the sinews that bind this shell.
And I stomp gallantly about—
Striding by, blind.
With my intentions of defending
What little is left of my self-worth,
The sky drops from above
And I walk lethargically upon the clouds
Oblivious to the plane headed
In my direction, ...
551 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 7:58pm
7th Jun 2012 7:58pm
Swamp Swimmer
I came to that point of thick mud.
Looking down, I nodded.
My ankles drenched in frowns
Shadows that flood
One flower did bud.
A sigh I did not recognize
Unfamiliar with its form
Stagnant in the air
I identify
The chilled vapor
That has held me still in melancholy dole.
Where is the muck that I once possessed?
I think this strange—
A black tar upon my hands.
Where is the law against
Reaching for flaw?
Looking down, I nodded.
My ankles drenched in frowns
Shadows that flood
One flower did bud.
A sigh I did not recognize
Unfamiliar with its form
Stagnant in the air
I identify
The chilled vapor
That has held me still in melancholy dole.
Where is the muck that I once possessed?
I think this strange—
A black tar upon my hands.
Where is the law against
Reaching for flaw?
479 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 7:08pm
6th Jun 2012 7:08pm
Thread
Your presence has not
been left in the dust.
Take my undead aura;
use it as you wish--
For I am your resource;
your infinite lifeline.
I exist for evermore
in harmony with your soul.
If I possessed
a needle,
I would repair
your fractured opinion--
Stitching you whole
once more.
I exist for evermore
in harmony with your soul.
Here to lend a loving hand
to the loose reflection,
to piece together
your false rejection.
been left in the dust.
Take my undead aura;
use it as you wish--
For I am your resource;
your infinite lifeline.
I exist for evermore
in harmony with your soul.
If I possessed
a needle,
I would repair
your fractured opinion--
Stitching you whole
once more.
I exist for evermore
in harmony with your soul.
Here to lend a loving hand
to the loose reflection,
to piece together
your false rejection.
562 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 4:23pm
6th Jun 2012 4:23pm
Dancing Upon Darkness
We dance upon darkness;
Freely flying through the night air.
I wonder what fantasy will pursue
From this fated encounter.
Have you ever felt such an inevitably
Intense emotion as infatuation?
With our hands intertwined,
Waves of fear swarm the air.
Our minds are tangled
And twisted with trajedy;
Desintegrating in sweet desperation
As all we dread disappears.
Shadows silently stalk
Us from afar.
Never will we notice--
Nary a glance delivered.
Obstacles attempt to overturn our mindset
Pricking and...
Freely flying through the night air.
I wonder what fantasy will pursue
From this fated encounter.
Have you ever felt such an inevitably
Intense emotion as infatuation?
With our hands intertwined,
Waves of fear swarm the air.
Our minds are tangled
And twisted with trajedy;
Desintegrating in sweet desperation
As all we dread disappears.
Shadows silently stalk
Us from afar.
Never will we notice--
Nary a glance delivered.
Obstacles attempt to overturn our mindset
Pricking and...
836 reads
5 Comments
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