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
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2012 2:08am
4th Nov 2012 2:08am
Faded Speed Dreams
My bane is to cry in vain
Whether I am sane
I still die all the same
I chase the white mouse down into its strange habitats
To erase the searing pain from stepping into rabbit traps
Speed smoke burns deeper when you seize to stop
Weed tokes earn stripes for the faded tick. tick. tocking of clocks
Conversation is the speeder’s sport
Insubordination follows as all brain waves abort
It can show true colors, ones you swore you never wore
It can send cracks in your teeth, it’s like drinking bleach
But still I pack...
Whether I am sane
I still die all the same
I chase the white mouse down into its strange habitats
To erase the searing pain from stepping into rabbit traps
Speed smoke burns deeper when you seize to stop
Weed tokes earn stripes for the faded tick. tick. tocking of clocks
Conversation is the speeder’s sport
Insubordination follows as all brain waves abort
It can show true colors, ones you swore you never wore
It can send cracks in your teeth, it’s like drinking bleach
But still I pack...
705 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 1:24pm
1st Nov 2012 1:24pm
The Acid Meth Club Night With Floyd
886 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Nov 2012 7:20am
1st Nov 2012 7:20am
Fifty Shades of Red - Prologue
661 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 11:39am
31st Oct 2012 11:39am
Tiny Tim
Tiny Tim went out on a limb
To vex the fabled Mr. Grim
Tiny Tim blared to reflect
The sun upon his specs
So the scythe doth only skim
The tiny hairs upon his neck
To vex the fabled Mr. Grim
Tiny Tim blared to reflect
The sun upon his specs
So the scythe doth only skim
The tiny hairs upon his neck
669 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 10:55am
31st Oct 2012 10:55am
Beelzebb
Constantly blighting, I hear the drone of wings
Benighted from its cruel buzzing
The rotten prince walks from the gates
Humming deafening booming out its bombilate
Spew forth larva like a maggot volcano
Bathe in the thick whitish lake
How can you say no when it’s your own wake
Twist all of mankind to carry the weight of war upon their shoulders
So it may lay eggs in the rancid wounds of dead or dying soldiers
Its children feast upon human flesh
They eat the sloppy smelly meat quick and desperate
And eat the bloody fresher bits
While...
Benighted from its cruel buzzing
The rotten prince walks from the gates
Humming deafening booming out its bombilate
Spew forth larva like a maggot volcano
Bathe in the thick whitish lake
How can you say no when it’s your own wake
Twist all of mankind to carry the weight of war upon their shoulders
So it may lay eggs in the rancid wounds of dead or dying soldiers
Its children feast upon human flesh
They eat the sloppy smelly meat quick and desperate
And eat the bloody fresher bits
While...
644 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 3:37pm
30th Oct 2012 3:37pm
The Lover's Stream
She was a ghost to haunt my dreams
I stalked her through the bitter woods
To hide and bide among the trees
She seized her stroll and then she stood
Her eyes fixated on silver water
Reflections beam pictures of slaughter
I loved her past the death and dreams
Her soul by mine we can die bound
I lay her down to float upon the lover’s stream
And then myself, I breathe to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or bleed
You seem at peace, you make no sound
I stalked her through the bitter woods
To hide and bide among the trees
She seized her stroll and then she stood
Her eyes fixated on silver water
Reflections beam pictures of slaughter
I loved her past the death and dreams
Her soul by mine we can die bound
I lay her down to float upon the lover’s stream
And then myself, I breathe to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or bleed
You seem at peace, you make no sound
815 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2012 12:35pm
29th Oct 2012 12:35pm
Pistols at Dawn
Not the best of ways
To greet a new day
He lowered his arm but did not relax the muscles within. He was unsettled with good reason; fate was dawning and setting in the East. His stare was strong; it lay fixed upon his rival’s hand. He watched his rival about to draw, he reached for his own gun but his hand suddenly exploded.
Lend me your fright
You know it’s my rite
He screamed in pain, his contender stared in bewilderment. He peered at his pistol and saw no sign of any bullets having been liberated, a full round still sat sound in his barrel. “How?”...
To greet a new day
He lowered his arm but did not relax the muscles within. He was unsettled with good reason; fate was dawning and setting in the East. His stare was strong; it lay fixed upon his rival’s hand. He watched his rival about to draw, he reached for his own gun but his hand suddenly exploded.
Lend me your fright
You know it’s my rite
He screamed in pain, his contender stared in bewilderment. He peered at his pistol and saw no sign of any bullets having been liberated, a full round still sat sound in his barrel. “How?”...
690 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2012 3:11am
28th Oct 2012 3:11am
Hobo Sonnet
Come douse my troubles, come kill the pain
For I find myself still here holding my graces
Hiding from all the stern looks of disdain
Fearing their stony and loveless faces
Like the cruel pavement receives my blessing
The ghoul will stride to hunt then stalk
Inkling in your gut, things will get messy
Spending all your days, wishing you had fought
Hope those damn punks keep moving out of sight
Lend me peace don’t just stare or beat me down
I cry to the moon and make love to the night
In euphoria, dream, let my ego drown
...
For I find myself still here holding my graces
Hiding from all the stern looks of disdain
Fearing their stony and loveless faces
Like the cruel pavement receives my blessing
The ghoul will stride to hunt then stalk
Inkling in your gut, things will get messy
Spending all your days, wishing you had fought
Hope those damn punks keep moving out of sight
Lend me peace don’t just stare or beat me down
I cry to the moon and make love to the night
In euphoria, dream, let my ego drown
...
602 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2012 3:56pm
27th Oct 2012 3:56pm
The Blank Portrait, Filled a Thousand Times
In a momentary collapse of subconscious I reveal my true colors
These colors, shine so bright to illuminate the path I take
To unmask my perception, to completely remake
Now unraveled, showing my past self as fake
I have tried so hard for so long
Keeping thoughts I believed to be wrong
But now that nothing is right
Would such fallacies spark fright?
One may suppose:
I am nothingness
A matter of proportion that is meaningless
A proportion of particles that are thoughtless
Within each particle lies a star
And a soul, though it...
These colors, shine so bright to illuminate the path I take
To unmask my perception, to completely remake
Now unraveled, showing my past self as fake
I have tried so hard for so long
Keeping thoughts I believed to be wrong
But now that nothing is right
Would such fallacies spark fright?
One may suppose:
I am nothingness
A matter of proportion that is meaningless
A proportion of particles that are thoughtless
Within each particle lies a star
And a soul, though it...
692 reads
3 Comments
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