Submissions by Alastair (Alas...a tear)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a cynical Ventriloquist Babbling ridicules On a vendetta To duel with bliss
DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 4:05pm
15th Apr 2013 4:05pm
Hallow Springs
I pull my motorcycle up to the curb
I can’t believe I’m listening to that crazy old man
I must be the one who’s disturbed
I walk into the retirement community
Quiet as I can
Past Mr. Mulligan’s little house
Past his garden of turned up dirt
“Dam kids musta pulled up me garlic!”
Why would I listen to him?
I could have satisfied him with lies
Ensuring him the new caretakers have nothing to hide
But Mr. Mulligan had been so determined
And it’s hard to deny the wishes a senile old hermit
I creep over to the shed
As I approach I can see...
I can’t believe I’m listening to that crazy old man
I must be the one who’s disturbed
I walk into the retirement community
Quiet as I can
Past Mr. Mulligan’s little house
Past his garden of turned up dirt
“Dam kids musta pulled up me garlic!”
Why would I listen to him?
I could have satisfied him with lies
Ensuring him the new caretakers have nothing to hide
But Mr. Mulligan had been so determined
And it’s hard to deny the wishes a senile old hermit
I creep over to the shed
As I approach I can see...
564 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2013 1:08pm
15th Apr 2013 1:08pm
Godless
Ancient physiology
Complacent ideology
Control the maze
Of a citizens brain
Channel the flood
Of carnal instincts
Until dilution of blood
Bound by hell, if there were two of us
Are we twisted by incest?
I preach to the empty void
I denounce the divine shrouding
This trick of light in the fog
Clear the poisonous clouds
Clarity of insanity outstanding
This trickle of lies you call god
Spreading famine and disease
I’ll be damned if god is pleased
No rain came when the fires ravaged the land
Not for the good...
Complacent ideology
Control the maze
Of a citizens brain
Channel the flood
Of carnal instincts
Until dilution of blood
Bound by hell, if there were two of us
Are we twisted by incest?
I preach to the empty void
I denounce the divine shrouding
This trick of light in the fog
Clear the poisonous clouds
Clarity of insanity outstanding
This trickle of lies you call god
Spreading famine and disease
I’ll be damned if god is pleased
No rain came when the fires ravaged the land
Not for the good...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 8:51am
2nd Apr 2013 8:51am
Deny myself the freedom
In being liberal and at ease
Sung my depression in a mild irksome poverty
Worn on my beer soaked sleeve
Wrung into my glass of wild turkey whiskey
But that’s enough about the drink
I think I’ve even had enough
Of me, to finally drift to sleep
Denying myself the pleasure is a picture I can’t paint
But I also hate the pressure of comedowns you can’t escape
And I do feel my health
I hear my youth lying to me
And I do fear a slow death
I feel like I owe the rest
And in truth I’m dying to see
Although it’s probably...
Sung my depression in a mild irksome poverty
Worn on my beer soaked sleeve
Wrung into my glass of wild turkey whiskey
But that’s enough about the drink
I think I’ve even had enough
Of me, to finally drift to sleep
Denying myself the pleasure is a picture I can’t paint
But I also hate the pressure of comedowns you can’t escape
And I do feel my health
I hear my youth lying to me
And I do fear a slow death
I feel like I owe the rest
And in truth I’m dying to see
Although it’s probably...
576 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 1:12pm
27th Mar 2013 1:12pm
The prince of the make believe
Lines of the old redefined, retold
Foreclosed
For its fundaments were foreign
To the public
A silver spoon fed republic
Value dropped
Blackened the hoary gloss
Romantic stories of lost embroil embers elegantly into elaborate dreams
That lay upon the mantel piece in between life and a magical sleep
In the palace of claws that shift and shadows that creep home of
The prince of the make believe
Makes all believe
Unspoken truth of the tool alters but can’t truly situate
A smoke woven noose will interrogate this terrible fate ...
Foreclosed
For its fundaments were foreign
To the public
A silver spoon fed republic
Value dropped
Blackened the hoary gloss
Romantic stories of lost embroil embers elegantly into elaborate dreams
That lay upon the mantel piece in between life and a magical sleep
In the palace of claws that shift and shadows that creep home of
The prince of the make believe
Makes all believe
Unspoken truth of the tool alters but can’t truly situate
A smoke woven noose will interrogate this terrible fate ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 12:51pm
11th Mar 2013 12:51pm
The Den
This den we found
Remains too silent
Forcibly so
To avoid the dormant
Violent kinds
Of latent foes
Silent still
Too stilly was the wind
Until a chilly blow
Carried the shrill of a crow
This den is too warm
And my head, too worn
I have a place here for sleep
Although I cannot catch a wink
Trying to reach that peak
My body murkily at the brink
Circling the sink
I still cling to the same shit
That was pulling me in
There are cracks in the folds of the den
And rats in the walls of my head
Except for the...
Remains too silent
Forcibly so
To avoid the dormant
Violent kinds
Of latent foes
Silent still
Too stilly was the wind
Until a chilly blow
Carried the shrill of a crow
This den is too warm
And my head, too worn
I have a place here for sleep
Although I cannot catch a wink
Trying to reach that peak
My body murkily at the brink
Circling the sink
I still cling to the same shit
That was pulling me in
There are cracks in the folds of the den
And rats in the walls of my head
Except for the...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 1:30pm
10th Jan 2013 1:30pm
Volt & Wake (Mah Molten Lake)
Any ability executed with
Uncanny fragility
And still they send bills to me
Cut me some slack don’t throw me your flack
And then dub it as tax
I know it’s a mess. I kept all the documents in a sack
It helped me deal with the stress
I could pour em all out and form an unorderly stack
I still I get no help so I turn to the lord
Due to the fact I can’t hire a consultant
I can’t afford
The preacher man said
“You will never be faultless”
He thought he read
The thoughts in my head
I said
“Well yeah I already know this” ...
Uncanny fragility
And still they send bills to me
Cut me some slack don’t throw me your flack
And then dub it as tax
I know it’s a mess. I kept all the documents in a sack
It helped me deal with the stress
I could pour em all out and form an unorderly stack
I still I get no help so I turn to the lord
Due to the fact I can’t hire a consultant
I can’t afford
The preacher man said
“You will never be faultless”
He thought he read
The thoughts in my head
I said
“Well yeah I already know this” ...
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 8:00am
10th Jan 2013 8:00am
sarcastic clown
Live fast, die young
Become the past
Soon after it’s begun
I didn't do it to be tragic
Shit just call me hopelessly romantic
Was I drawn to this path
Solely because governments banned it?
Maybe it runs in the family
I’ll never finger it cleanly
I could blame it on the genes
But I’m subconsciously worshiping
A faded image of James Dean
Halfway through an unfiltered cigarette
Wearing red jeans
Under a blue lamp
I watched him from the street
The concrete seemed damp
Stiffening about my bare feet
He beckoned me...
Become the past
Soon after it’s begun
I didn't do it to be tragic
Shit just call me hopelessly romantic
Was I drawn to this path
Solely because governments banned it?
Maybe it runs in the family
I’ll never finger it cleanly
I could blame it on the genes
But I’m subconsciously worshiping
A faded image of James Dean
Halfway through an unfiltered cigarette
Wearing red jeans
Under a blue lamp
I watched him from the street
The concrete seemed damp
Stiffening about my bare feet
He beckoned me...
506 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 2:29am
9th Jan 2013 2:29am
Writer's Boon
I suppose she confused my inspired inertia
With cement thoughts
Not yet abused still practically unused
And hoped I kept them piled up
I balance upon fishing line tight ropes
Feet strapped in wooden stilts
Peering down at the broken glass
My reptilian complex might not cope
My brain squirms for soon it wilts
To leave nerve ending petals
Tossing and crumbling in the wind
I drank your blasted cure
This inured only deeper
A bastard concoction
Tiny slimy hands that beat her
Kiss the hand that bleeds her ...
With cement thoughts
Not yet abused still practically unused
And hoped I kept them piled up
I balance upon fishing line tight ropes
Feet strapped in wooden stilts
Peering down at the broken glass
My reptilian complex might not cope
My brain squirms for soon it wilts
To leave nerve ending petals
Tossing and crumbling in the wind
I drank your blasted cure
This inured only deeper
A bastard concoction
Tiny slimy hands that beat her
Kiss the hand that bleeds her ...
554 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 7:23am
8th Jan 2013 7:23am
Quilt
Japanese school girls hold two fingered Jupiter-shocker peace signs
While hippy chicks create makeshift white picket sign fence lines
To sit upon biding time before driving cars with too many dents in em
I feed upon books and then
Get so frustrated I bleed my pen
Blue blood I don’t run to the sink
I let the thoughts flood and
Finger paint with the ink
Until I’m left with a shifting silhouette
That looks oddly like a Rorschach test
Leaving my mind under house arrest
Climbing the walls plastered by debt
Avoiding the crawl...
While hippy chicks create makeshift white picket sign fence lines
To sit upon biding time before driving cars with too many dents in em
I feed upon books and then
Get so frustrated I bleed my pen
Blue blood I don’t run to the sink
I let the thoughts flood and
Finger paint with the ink
Until I’m left with a shifting silhouette
That looks oddly like a Rorschach test
Leaving my mind under house arrest
Climbing the walls plastered by debt
Avoiding the crawl...
538 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 12:23pm
6th Jan 2013 12:23pm
Faded Speed Dreams
I sat in the shadow that your absence cast
And listened to the bitter wind blow
Thinking about how good things never last
I tried to trace your consolation
To break the pace, sick of lying awake
Frozen in the deepest of hell’s lake
Glass pipes reflect gasses that burn sun spots on my tongue
Soak the poison up with my black rotting lung
My heart flutters free as the cocoon crumbles
My mind cleared of useless clutter
The moon dies with a lungful of a twisted tune
The moon cries, can’t handle it and runs
As it is replaced by the eclipse...
And listened to the bitter wind blow
Thinking about how good things never last
I tried to trace your consolation
To break the pace, sick of lying awake
Frozen in the deepest of hell’s lake
Glass pipes reflect gasses that burn sun spots on my tongue
Soak the poison up with my black rotting lung
My heart flutters free as the cocoon crumbles
My mind cleared of useless clutter
The moon dies with a lungful of a twisted tune
The moon cries, can’t handle it and runs
As it is replaced by the eclipse...
659 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 12:05pm
5th Dec 2012 12:05pm
The Silence Between Us
The silence between us is as dense my bronchitis
I try to deny this but I feel so tense all I can do is hold my tongue
The phlegm just boils in my dead black rotting lung
The silence between us
Freezes sharp words
Seizes the violence
That screams unheard
You smile and act so pleased to see me at first
Do you assume I forgot?
How vile you act, no slut I have learnt
So I say nothing
This is when you used to talk shit
But what I think must have finally sinked
Into to that thick skull that’s always so full of
I try to deny this but I feel so tense all I can do is hold my tongue
The phlegm just boils in my dead black rotting lung
The silence between us
Freezes sharp words
Seizes the violence
That screams unheard
You smile and act so pleased to see me at first
Do you assume I forgot?
How vile you act, no slut I have learnt
So I say nothing
This is when you used to talk shit
But what I think must have finally sinked
Into to that thick skull that’s always so full of
651 reads
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