Submissions by AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
You shouldn't read this
After a long and insatiable relationship with w weartharming beautiful woman, than a thick-in-the-right places far and nasty bitch..
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Into the fire
The fragments are scattered across the bathroom floor
photo frames, the shattered glasses of photo frames
and bottles of bourbon. Cocaine glistening from my fingertips
and smeared across my fucking face.
There I am, holding her. I never cried so much in my life.
Despondent, detached it's as if she's disconnected from reality
when I need her the most. We both lost in the
heaviness of the dawn. The feeble sunlight avoiding us.
Left in the shadows of despair and darkness a poisonous erroding
whatever love we have left. I can't stop fucking...
photo frames, the shattered glasses of photo frames
and bottles of bourbon. Cocaine glistening from my fingertips
and smeared across my fucking face.
There I am, holding her. I never cried so much in my life.
Despondent, detached it's as if she's disconnected from reality
when I need her the most. We both lost in the
heaviness of the dawn. The feeble sunlight avoiding us.
Left in the shadows of despair and darkness a poisonous erroding
whatever love we have left. I can't stop fucking...
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Take a number
But then,
I woke up.
And everything slipped away.
-
Letters and symbols
and colours collide
slipping between my fingers
turning my piss to wine.
Through the thickness
of the fog
crowding the depths
of its dark.
I fall away.. Fade away..
For this one, this..
precious moment
I finally feel free
you'll never grasp my soul again.
never witness the light overcome the darkness
never embrace the beauty of where I roam content.
I let go
I let the life sink into my skin
I woke up.
And everything slipped away.
-
Letters and symbols
and colours collide
slipping between my fingers
turning my piss to wine.
Through the thickness
of the fog
crowding the depths
of its dark.
I fall away.. Fade away..
For this one, this..
precious moment
I finally feel free
you'll never grasp my soul again.
never witness the light overcome the darkness
never embrace the beauty of where I roam content.
I let go
I let the life sink into my skin
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Brethren
Protect your mates
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2 Comments
ae
ambrialisaim
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Aptilneilrionaltion Absolution
Su noij
Holy Motherfucker of Virgin Mary, my conciousness is free.
Join us
Our Homage - Commit within you.
Su noij.
Aptilneilrionaltion - Our Power Within.
Join us.
Holy Motherfucker of Virgin Mary, my conciousness is free.
Su noij.
Holy Motherfucker of Virgin Mary, my conciousness is free.
Join us
Our Homage - Commit within you.
Su noij.
Aptilneilrionaltion - Our Power Within.
Join us.
Holy Motherfucker of Virgin Mary, my conciousness is free.
Su noij.
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Escape
But then,
I woke up.
And everything slipped away.
I woke up.
And everything slipped away.
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ae
So many years in question
wandering the dark forests
through the awe-inspiring rainfall
shrouding the horizon before me
I raise my hand into my shadow
in an attempt to reassemble
prying out the third eye
I hover through the storm clouds
my pillar of faith has ascended.
wandering the dark forests
through the awe-inspiring rainfall
shrouding the horizon before me
I raise my hand into my shadow
in an attempt to reassemble
prying out the third eye
I hover through the storm clouds
my pillar of faith has ascended.
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Faded
I fell into the tunnel again,
fade away, slipped away,
scattered my consciousness
again today.
I know the pieces fit.
I lost 3 of them,
Still have another 5
But I haven't come across
the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th
14th, 15th or the 16th.
15 steps into hell
for the only step into Heaven.
Prying open the third eye
Fill my emptiness
with enlightenment
as I inhale the intoxicating
smoke of ambition
and once I exhale
the smog of the Boilers of Fear
I die all over again.
fade away, slipped away,
scattered my consciousness
again today.
I know the pieces fit.
I lost 3 of them,
Still have another 5
But I haven't come across
the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th
14th, 15th or the 16th.
15 steps into hell
for the only step into Heaven.
Prying open the third eye
Fill my emptiness
with enlightenment
as I inhale the intoxicating
smoke of ambition
and once I exhale
the smog of the Boilers of Fear
I die all over again.
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- KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD AND PRAY -
Hey, Evan. You worthless fuck.
How DARE you for not being a thieving piece of shit sloshed across the pavement, how dare you for pulling your ass off welfare and getting work, I won't have any of that; here's a fuckwit that causes you to smash up your car, how DARE you for trying to get ahead, here's MORE debt for you to pay off you sneaky fucker, how DARE you for pulling your worthless parasitic leech ass in gear and trying to do what you feel is right, I GRACED your insignificant black heart with life, you're here now and you didn't ask for it, How DARE you trying to help your...
How DARE you for not being a thieving piece of shit sloshed across the pavement, how dare you for pulling your ass off welfare and getting work, I won't have any of that; here's a fuckwit that causes you to smash up your car, how DARE you for trying to get ahead, here's MORE debt for you to pay off you sneaky fucker, how DARE you for pulling your worthless parasitic leech ass in gear and trying to do what you feel is right, I GRACED your insignificant black heart with life, you're here now and you didn't ask for it, How DARE you trying to help your...
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The Humbling River
I work harder when it's freezing,
that time of day where the frost
coats the tip of the grass blade
and when the ice has amassed
on the windshield of your car.
Nothing but shadows with the occasional
streak of sunlight split between the trees,
branches and bark, illuminating the hollow
holes of autumn leaves, a reminder that
even death is beautiful.
I turn away from the car, and break into
a light jog with a bag full of gear.
Further ahead there is an opening
where there is always...
that time of day where the frost
coats the tip of the grass blade
and when the ice has amassed
on the windshield of your car.
Nothing but shadows with the occasional
streak of sunlight split between the trees,
branches and bark, illuminating the hollow
holes of autumn leaves, a reminder that
even death is beautiful.
I turn away from the car, and break into
a light jog with a bag full of gear.
Further ahead there is an opening
where there is always...
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An Artist in Arizona Bay
Beyond bustling backstreets further
bound to the brick, two carcasses
rest. I know of their faces but not
of their names. Two Arteries slashed
those being, carotid and femoral.
Caroline and Frank
They rest, pressed against sinister
brick, a deceptive stench to
the nostril will mislead, slightly pleasant
perfumes and aftershave distinctively
please the policemen. That is, until
they step closer, beyond the candles
the altar,
the holy trinity. ...
bound to the brick, two carcasses
rest. I know of their faces but not
of their names. Two Arteries slashed
those being, carotid and femoral.
Caroline and Frank
They rest, pressed against sinister
brick, a deceptive stench to
the nostril will mislead, slightly pleasant
perfumes and aftershave distinctively
please the policemen. That is, until
they step closer, beyond the candles
the altar,
the holy trinity. ...
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