Submissions by AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck all of you.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 10:26am
26th Feb 2013 10:26am
Lost and Found (Who am I again?)
There isn't an answer,
is what he's thinking
turning his back
to the bitch sniggering behind the door.
One more step
step to the edge
I wanna see you
hit the ground running.
No rest for the wicked, baby.
Will he try again?
Fuck, spare him the pain.
You sniggering little
cackling cunt.
Back off.
Fuck these formalities, 'bro'
lose the tie.
Get that tattoo sleeve you've designed
shave your fucking head again.
Grow out that fucking goatee once more.
Live a little.
Break the speed...
is what he's thinking
turning his back
to the bitch sniggering behind the door.
One more step
step to the edge
I wanna see you
hit the ground running.
No rest for the wicked, baby.
Will he try again?
Fuck, spare him the pain.
You sniggering little
cackling cunt.
Back off.
Fuck these formalities, 'bro'
lose the tie.
Get that tattoo sleeve you've designed
shave your fucking head again.
Grow out that fucking goatee once more.
Live a little.
Break the speed...
837 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 10:24am
24th Feb 2013 10:24am
Old Bathurst
Walking down the Great Western
wind carried on my sleeve.
My heart slowly thudding
beating in time to my steps.
Slow.. as thoughts wander
walking sixteen hours
not much else to do.
Nothing but the wind
and the rain, passing down my arms
adding cherished weight to my shoulders.
Man, it's therapeutic
I wouldn't have it any other way
along this lonesome highway
turning off to the right
pass the train station
within the night.
I've come onto Old Bathurst
heading to Emu Heights
...
wind carried on my sleeve.
My heart slowly thudding
beating in time to my steps.
Slow.. as thoughts wander
walking sixteen hours
not much else to do.
Nothing but the wind
and the rain, passing down my arms
adding cherished weight to my shoulders.
Man, it's therapeutic
I wouldn't have it any other way
along this lonesome highway
turning off to the right
pass the train station
within the night.
I've come onto Old Bathurst
heading to Emu Heights
...
744 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 11:04pm
18th Feb 2013 11:04pm
The Oceans and the Black Swan (Part 2)
Merciless tides wash through the decks
waves shuddering in pitiful regret
Men cast aside in the pull so fierce
And dragged down deep to the depths.
Muffled screams as thunder cracks
And lightning does strike.
The Crew feel nothing
Men of sacrifice
Of suffering.
Have known greater pain.
Through the storm, the Black Swan staggers
Under the weary stars does she sing
She be sailing to the North,
through no man's sea.
"Reef the mainsail!
Bring us closer to the wind!"
The wind screams out into the night
as the...
waves shuddering in pitiful regret
Men cast aside in the pull so fierce
And dragged down deep to the depths.
Muffled screams as thunder cracks
And lightning does strike.
The Crew feel nothing
Men of sacrifice
Of suffering.
Have known greater pain.
Through the storm, the Black Swan staggers
Under the weary stars does she sing
She be sailing to the North,
through no man's sea.
"Reef the mainsail!
Bring us closer to the wind!"
The wind screams out into the night
as the...
674 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 10:01am
17th Feb 2013 10:01am
The Regular's Drink.
"Give me another."
But you've already had another.
"Fuck!
Another!"
"Okay, here have another."
Would you like it through a straw?
"What the fuck!
You offer me a straw?
A FUCKING STRAW?!
I'll take two."
"Fantastic! And what are these?"
Why those? Those are grenades.
"Pull the pin, would you?"
But of course.
"Now, cast it to the sun."
"But we are indoors?"
Precisely!
Cover your ears...
But you've already had another.
"Fuck!
Another!"
"Okay, here have another."
Would you like it through a straw?
"What the fuck!
You offer me a straw?
A FUCKING STRAW?!
I'll take two."
"Fantastic! And what are these?"
Why those? Those are grenades.
"Pull the pin, would you?"
But of course.
"Now, cast it to the sun."
"But we are indoors?"
Precisely!
Cover your ears...
745 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 3:31am
14th Feb 2013 3:31am
Honest Critique (Hostile Waters)
Your writing is weak
and your conviction
even weaker.
You're a writer, are you?
Then what the fuck
did I just read?
A mesh of words.
Boring, bland.
And without direction.
Nothing to hold it
together.
No structure, no skill.
Without personification.
No metaphors, either!
Go ahead and 'write'
With your piss weak rhymes.
I've seen
better 'originality'
from a brick.
You claim you want
honest critique.
Don't break down in front of me.
When I bring the hammer down. ...
and your conviction
even weaker.
You're a writer, are you?
Then what the fuck
did I just read?
A mesh of words.
Boring, bland.
And without direction.
Nothing to hold it
together.
No structure, no skill.
Without personification.
No metaphors, either!
Go ahead and 'write'
With your piss weak rhymes.
I've seen
better 'originality'
from a brick.
You claim you want
honest critique.
Don't break down in front of me.
When I bring the hammer down. ...
912 reads
30 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 3:26am
13th Feb 2013 3:26am
Deliver the Fear (Sick Of It All)
Stop breathing
my god damn oxygen.
Anger simmers in my heart,
like embers..
Clenching my fists tightly,
fucking sick of it all.
No regrets
you've taken her from me.
Defiled her innocence.
A broken man I am.
Any saving grace has forsaken me.
Nothing to contain,
not a thing to control
ME.
Your life grows short,
delivering the fear
living in the moment
without a care for the law.
Blood sprays upon me
as a drive my elbow into your face.
over and over again,
shattering...
my god damn oxygen.
Anger simmers in my heart,
like embers..
Clenching my fists tightly,
fucking sick of it all.
No regrets
you've taken her from me.
Defiled her innocence.
A broken man I am.
Any saving grace has forsaken me.
Nothing to contain,
not a thing to control
ME.
Your life grows short,
delivering the fear
living in the moment
without a care for the law.
Blood sprays upon me
as a drive my elbow into your face.
over and over again,
shattering...
1184 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 7:32am
10th Feb 2013 7:32am
The Great Western Soul
Never knew why it was called
the Great Western Highway.
Just a long, lonely road.
For walkers like me, anyway.
It's been too long
since I've seen her.
Tears in her eyes,
words lost between us.
I didn't mean for this to collapse
Or lose her.
But I'll always remember
what she said.
It made sense then.
And it makes sense now,
on the road, the Great Western.
Cars and Trucks,
swiftly passing me by
There I go, a broken man.
Bag hanging
by one strap
my head bowed.
As the rain surrounds ...
the Great Western Highway.
Just a long, lonely road.
For walkers like me, anyway.
It's been too long
since I've seen her.
Tears in her eyes,
words lost between us.
I didn't mean for this to collapse
Or lose her.
But I'll always remember
what she said.
It made sense then.
And it makes sense now,
on the road, the Great Western.
Cars and Trucks,
swiftly passing me by
There I go, a broken man.
Bag hanging
by one strap
my head bowed.
As the rain surrounds ...
1056 reads
19 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Feb 2013 4:06am
9th Feb 2013 4:06am
Henryk's Struggle - Chapter 1 (Excerpt From My Novel)
Blackened smoke flared into Henryk’s nostrils as he and his family are dragged out of their burning home in the far west of Warsaw in Poland. A regiment of the Waffen S.S Elite just happened to stop by his home for supplies. They’ve taken anything of use and have burned what they have left behind. “On your knees, filthy Poles!” The commander of the regiment, Captain Ludenrich spat in forced and incoherent Polish with a proud German accent. Ludenrich hoped to earn the East Prussian cross for this cleansing here, as a WW1 Veteran he despised the Poles, with blackened scruff covering his...
896 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 00:21am
6th Feb 2013 00:21am
The Singers and their Song
Stepping aside
I need to avoid
the public displays of
affection.
With a thud
my back is against the wall.
I choose to observe.
As friends among friends
converse.
No kin of mine.
And lovers' embrace
holding each other
tightly.
Look at them
without a care
for what actually matters.
Ask them something political,
you'll receive a stare
as blank as a piece
of paper.
And conviction
as thinly defined, too.
Hear their voices
taunting you?
Purposely.. ...
I need to avoid
the public displays of
affection.
With a thud
my back is against the wall.
I choose to observe.
As friends among friends
converse.
No kin of mine.
And lovers' embrace
holding each other
tightly.
Look at them
without a care
for what actually matters.
Ask them something political,
you'll receive a stare
as blank as a piece
of paper.
And conviction
as thinly defined, too.
Hear their voices
taunting you?
Purposely.. ...
1365 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2013 6:16am
26th Jan 2013 6:16am
Cracked Bottles of Drink and Leftover Scraps
Forcing my eyes open
with no recollection,
of where I am.
Bottles of Johnny
and JD.
crash to the tiled floor
as I drag myself
off the couch.
The crash,
jolting me awake.
The TV's still running
it's some repeat of becker
on TV1.
Foxtel ain't worth
it's price.
Picking up a bottle
still a few drops of scotch
leftover bowls of vegetarian spaghetti,
set on the table.
Stumbling along,
forearm against the wall
I step on a crushed can of VB
cheap piss.. ...
with no recollection,
of where I am.
Bottles of Johnny
and JD.
crash to the tiled floor
as I drag myself
off the couch.
The crash,
jolting me awake.
The TV's still running
it's some repeat of becker
on TV1.
Foxtel ain't worth
it's price.
Picking up a bottle
still a few drops of scotch
leftover bowls of vegetarian spaghetti,
set on the table.
Stumbling along,
forearm against the wall
I step on a crushed can of VB
cheap piss.. ...
913 reads
23 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 6:12am
25th Jan 2013 6:12am
Next Train to Springwood
Thunder cracks.
It's ripping through
my mind,
and through my sleep.
Rain thrashes
my windows.
An all out assault.
Hail piercing the tiling
of my roof.
And a train
hurtles by.
The scraping
metal, of the gears
to the track.
Not as loud
that's a welcome change
tonight isn't
all that bad.
Too many
distractions.
I've learnt to
love it.
Like an ipod playlist
set on repeat.
Megadeth's the go tonight. ...
It's ripping through
my mind,
and through my sleep.
Rain thrashes
my windows.
An all out assault.
Hail piercing the tiling
of my roof.
And a train
hurtles by.
The scraping
metal, of the gears
to the track.
Not as loud
that's a welcome change
tonight isn't
all that bad.
Too many
distractions.
I've learnt to
love it.
Like an ipod playlist
set on repeat.
Megadeth's the go tonight. ...
902 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 6:59am
23rd Jan 2013 6:59am
The Sands of Acquiescence
Under a hostile sun,
beating down wave
after wave of heat.
He shifts along,
across the desert.
Collapsing,
when he has nothing left.
He'll rise,
only to collapse again.
The sun
as relentless,
as it is bright.
The sky never changes,
not for him.
It's like an endless sea
of blue.
When darkness does descend.
Heat makes way,
for a merciless chill,
that spares nothing.
Devouring insects and lizards,
at whatever chance he...
beating down wave
after wave of heat.
He shifts along,
across the desert.
Collapsing,
when he has nothing left.
He'll rise,
only to collapse again.
The sun
as relentless,
as it is bright.
The sky never changes,
not for him.
It's like an endless sea
of blue.
When darkness does descend.
Heat makes way,
for a merciless chill,
that spares nothing.
Devouring insects and lizards,
at whatever chance he...
901 reads
22 Comments
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