Submissions by AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 6:20am
27th Jul 2014 6:20am
May Beauty weed the Riverbed (revision)
Brothers stand together,
by the river of red, native blood to shed.
Brothers born to their families
to their countries
and to their debt.
Maturing strong, through the tiling of their sills
to feed from the fresh and healthy bread.
Brothers, they’re alive together.
Grow to young men
of their duty
preparing for war.
Brothers, swear to their land and die
to protect it further.
Their blood returned to their streams
and the rivers flow still.
Their debt paid
to feed the healthy grain...
by the river of red, native blood to shed.
Brothers born to their families
to their countries
and to their debt.
Maturing strong, through the tiling of their sills
to feed from the fresh and healthy bread.
Brothers, they’re alive together.
Grow to young men
of their duty
preparing for war.
Brothers, swear to their land and die
to protect it further.
Their blood returned to their streams
and the rivers flow still.
Their debt paid
to feed the healthy grain...
835 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 1:39pm
26th Jul 2014 1:39pm
Floods
Waist deep in the strengthening waters,
skimming my hands across its surface.
I disperse its reflections
of the moon,
of the clouds
of what I barely recognize as my face.
Metal sheeting, broken brick and brimstone
hurtling through, colliding in between
breaking apart in its multiple pieces
jagged edge drawing blood upon a cut
and the waters have their first taste
the waters shudder, drawing its breath
in anticipation of the kill.
Bodies float face...
skimming my hands across its surface.
I disperse its reflections
of the moon,
of the clouds
of what I barely recognize as my face.
Metal sheeting, broken brick and brimstone
hurtling through, colliding in between
breaking apart in its multiple pieces
jagged edge drawing blood upon a cut
and the waters have their first taste
the waters shudder, drawing its breath
in anticipation of the kill.
Bodies float face...
811 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 2:37pm
22nd Jul 2014 2:37pm
Ash tree
I smoothen my skin by the riverbed
the plain, lightly scented coolness of the morning dew
lends a source of clarity
the cleansing
the running of my hands through my hair
the stricken chest of inhaling the renewal
For the first time,
I let the blood go.
Swirling on the waters edge
becoming the dew, the mist
and the water that falls
alleviating the pressure
weighing down on weary eyes.
I haven't slept,
I haven't dreamed.
I haven't...
the plain, lightly scented coolness of the morning dew
lends a source of clarity
the cleansing
the running of my hands through my hair
the stricken chest of inhaling the renewal
For the first time,
I let the blood go.
Swirling on the waters edge
becoming the dew, the mist
and the water that falls
alleviating the pressure
weighing down on weary eyes.
I haven't slept,
I haven't dreamed.
I haven't...
835 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 3:45pm
8th Jul 2014 3:45pm
H.
I haven't slept since
I hooked up that used ceiling fan
circularly hurdling
caught in the motions of consequence
upon the flick of a fucking switch.
That same ceiling fan
hanging by bare wires
on a 22 degree tilt
barely scraping the ceiling paint
of the ceiling that
tolerates its dead weight.
Like me, that crumbling second hand ceiling fan
still has its uses, serves its intended purpose even.
And that's why I can't stop staring at the fucking thing
Like an evaporating mud pool on the sidewalk ...
I hooked up that used ceiling fan
circularly hurdling
caught in the motions of consequence
upon the flick of a fucking switch.
That same ceiling fan
hanging by bare wires
on a 22 degree tilt
barely scraping the ceiling paint
of the ceiling that
tolerates its dead weight.
Like me, that crumbling second hand ceiling fan
still has its uses, serves its intended purpose even.
And that's why I can't stop staring at the fucking thing
Like an evaporating mud pool on the sidewalk ...
940 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2014 1:33pm
4th Jul 2014 1:33pm
4th, July.
Open my heart
and my veins.
Slithering into my blood
and lulling me home again.
I feel it coming over like a storm again
I tried,
I really did.
But I couldn't turn this piss to wine
and my veins.
Slithering into my blood
and lulling me home again.
I feel it coming over like a storm again
I tried,
I really did.
But I couldn't turn this piss to wine
810 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 11:09am
4th Jun 2014 11:09am
The Harder Side of f**k All.
1321 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 6:52pm
21st Apr 2014 6:52pm
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I turn away.
811 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2014 7:55pm
16th Apr 2014 7:55pm
Another 15 Minutes
I'll take the blackness every day
shudder as I collapse into the tunnel.
10 minutes of putrid fucking hell
and the 5 minutes of heavenly warmth.
Breathe life into me
bring me back from the outer plane
I escaped eternity.
shudder as I collapse into the tunnel.
10 minutes of putrid fucking hell
and the 5 minutes of heavenly warmth.
Breathe life into me
bring me back from the outer plane
I escaped eternity.
980 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 1:16pm
15th Apr 2014 1:16pm
Breathe
To become blooming flowers
amongst the river of red.
I entrench, as do the other flowers
and draw the nutrients we crave
through our bloody roots we siphon dismay.
We'll draw from the same riverbed
we'll bloom prettier still
and we'll die all the same.
amongst the river of red.
I entrench, as do the other flowers
and draw the nutrients we crave
through our bloody roots we siphon dismay.
We'll draw from the same riverbed
we'll bloom prettier still
and we'll die all the same.
820 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 10:35am
10th Apr 2014 10:35am
15 Minutes of Hell
Kneel
before
your
god
and
pray.
Heat, it's intense
jolting my system into effect.
Warmth, freeing me
as the chains dissolve, I break.
Kneel
before
your
god
and
pray.
A seemingly never...
before
your
god
and
pray.
Heat, it's intense
jolting my system into effect.
Warmth, freeing me
as the chains dissolve, I break.
Kneel
before
your
god
and
pray.
A seemingly never...
1115 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 1:52pm
19th Feb 2014 1:52pm
I taste it
I could set the scene
of falling leaves, cold dew
and the feeble light of sunrise.
I'd much rather say it straight;
I'm ready to die
to join him in the afterlife.
To stop running,
cease fighting it
at every turn.
And simply die.
of falling leaves, cold dew
and the feeble light of sunrise.
I'd much rather say it straight;
I'm ready to die
to join him in the afterlife.
To stop running,
cease fighting it
at every turn.
And simply die.
902 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 7:48pm
14th Feb 2014 7:48pm
Of Vultures and Men (Collaboration with Atakti)
Her tempestuous fire boils the snow,
becoming enticing vapour, between parted lips.
Siphoning this precious moment, I submit.
Submission ripped from scarred, twisted hands
raised up to coal grey skies
is the ritual that entraps history.
Thunderous intent silencing determined battle cries
every strike, lightning - a bellowing thunder.
Dispersing charlatans, one solemn soldier stands.
A solitary tree burns, crashing branches
hurtling down, around the blood streaks
of broken fighters on the ground.
The...
becoming enticing vapour, between parted lips.
Siphoning this precious moment, I submit.
Submission ripped from scarred, twisted hands
raised up to coal grey skies
is the ritual that entraps history.
Thunderous intent silencing determined battle cries
every strike, lightning - a bellowing thunder.
Dispersing charlatans, one solemn soldier stands.
A solitary tree burns, crashing branches
hurtling down, around the blood streaks
of broken fighters on the ground.
The...
896 reads
0 Comments
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