Submissions by Atakti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Turbulent waters ahead, sharks behind, shut up and paddle...
STORY POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 6:39am
5th Nov 2013 6:39am
Roads of Nowhere
I first found you under a bridge, picking up
fallen stars. The dust on your shoes shone
with half stories.
You smiled and shared a warm cup of you.
Filled with anywhere, I drank, wanted
you to pour more.
Your hands told me of today's cider presses, pear
trees and hot soup meals. You kept your yesterdays
and I kept mine.
We flowed into each other outside clocking minutes,
forgot the calendar of names. Our blood pumped;
in days, out nights.
The skies spun around, the moon stared, blinked but
autumn...
fallen stars. The dust on your shoes shone
with half stories.
You smiled and shared a warm cup of you.
Filled with anywhere, I drank, wanted
you to pour more.
Your hands told me of today's cider presses, pear
trees and hot soup meals. You kept your yesterdays
and I kept mine.
We flowed into each other outside clocking minutes,
forgot the calendar of names. Our blood pumped;
in days, out nights.
The skies spun around, the moon stared, blinked but
autumn...
1229 reads
25 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2013 6:57pm
31st Oct 2013 6:57pm
Deep Underground
is where we stumbled down the rabbit hole.
Where dark blooms flourished, petals of ink
plucked and flung into the brew. Stirred by
minds and passions, it bubbled over
and over.
The flames die down, dwindle to sparks.
It is time to chop some deadwood,
sparks will blaze
again.
Where dark blooms flourished, petals of ink
plucked and flung into the brew. Stirred by
minds and passions, it bubbled over
and over.
The flames die down, dwindle to sparks.
It is time to chop some deadwood,
sparks will blaze
again.
1109 reads
46 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Oct 2013 6:45pm
27th Oct 2013 6:45pm
Nobody
I'm nobody, I'm insignificant.
Yet... we connect.
In that connection, there is "us".
Better still, there is no "them".
A recognition of life struggling,
reaching for itself, lies within.
The only thing that allows
this connection is love.
It is the opposite of fear, the poisoned
basis of anger, hatred, tribal mentality...
fragmentation of humanity
into this madness called 'identity'.
Yet... we connect.
In that connection, there is "us".
Better still, there is no "them".
A recognition of life struggling,
reaching for itself, lies within.
The only thing that allows
this connection is love.
It is the opposite of fear, the poisoned
basis of anger, hatred, tribal mentality...
fragmentation of humanity
into this madness called 'identity'.
1073 reads
30 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2013 5:25pm
24th Oct 2013 5:25pm
Ascension Day
Mount Pelée in Martinique
sits on the earth's edge.
Stratovolcano with a
steamroller agenda.
Vapor and tremors rumble hello's
then it spits a rain of cinders.
White layer of ash spewed over
farmed, then wilder beasts, poisons
rivers, horses and cattle.
Pelée's black breath
gifts ash and gas and rocks;
the island chokes in sulfur.
The crater lashes out
boiling mud, tasting the river
and the sweet sugar works,
flavored with workers' bones.
The sea inhales, gush
hiccups over Saint-Pierre
town. Ships...
sits on the earth's edge.
Stratovolcano with a
steamroller agenda.
Vapor and tremors rumble hello's
then it spits a rain of cinders.
White layer of ash spewed over
farmed, then wilder beasts, poisons
rivers, horses and cattle.
Pelée's black breath
gifts ash and gas and rocks;
the island chokes in sulfur.
The crater lashes out
boiling mud, tasting the river
and the sweet sugar works,
flavored with workers' bones.
The sea inhales, gush
hiccups over Saint-Pierre
town. Ships...
894 reads
24 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2013 11:52pm
23rd Oct 2013 11:52pm
grimed
biter of the winds
in perdition’s basket
won’t swallow this bile
swings fast, vicious blow
shreds whatever’s left
dead means nothing
clawed bruises, deep gash
bleeding out of time
in perdition’s basket
won’t swallow this bile
swings fast, vicious blow
shreds whatever’s left
dead means nothing
clawed bruises, deep gash
bleeding out of time
810 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2013 10:35pm
23rd Oct 2013 10:35pm
holding what?
whirlwind around the tiles
spin the non-spinster
slip
bang, the hook smacks
through her skull
almost as hard as
the realization of
choice
actually means
responsible
bury those hacked secrets
then watch them
bleed
into everything
you touch, hold close
dust and despair follow
the drive goes anywhere but
home
that’s gone, so the search
fizzles out
spin the non-spinster
slip
bang, the hook smacks
through her skull
almost as hard as
the realization of
choice
actually means
responsible
bury those hacked secrets
then watch them
bleed
into everything
you touch, hold close
dust and despair follow
the drive goes anywhere but
home
that’s gone, so the search
fizzles out
795 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2013 9:57pm
13th Oct 2013 9:57pm
What Wasn't
It wasn't on bended knee
at sunset by the shore,
nor a jewelled promise
slipped on her third finger.
he yelled the question
while the Nets scored
Nor were there weekends in
St Lucia, dinners uptown,
nor ten thousand Champagne
promises in Paris,
got beer 'n' hot dogs,
kissed the ketchup off
on the Champs-Élysées.
No, it was how he held
her hand, witness to her
being in her own skin.
the game blurred past
the light in her eyes
Fifteen years later they
can't breathe each others' air...
at sunset by the shore,
nor a jewelled promise
slipped on her third finger.
he yelled the question
while the Nets scored
Nor were there weekends in
St Lucia, dinners uptown,
nor ten thousand Champagne
promises in Paris,
got beer 'n' hot dogs,
kissed the ketchup off
on the Champs-Élysées.
No, it was how he held
her hand, witness to her
being in her own skin.
the game blurred past
the light in her eyes
Fifteen years later they
can't breathe each others' air...
1010 reads
28 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2013 6:35pm
12th Oct 2013 6:35pm
Silver Blurs
A slice of silver blurs by
then another — rhythmic,
relentless, elusive release.
Beyond the air bursts,
a murk of sands
withholds epiphanies.
Within echoed silence
is a newer home of
alien dimensions,
where each breath
is the erroneous step
propelling me forward.
One day, I'll stay into
night, relinquish all
retreats into reality.
then another — rhythmic,
relentless, elusive release.
Beyond the air bursts,
a murk of sands
withholds epiphanies.
Within echoed silence
is a newer home of
alien dimensions,
where each breath
is the erroneous step
propelling me forward.
One day, I'll stay into
night, relinquish all
retreats into reality.
838 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2013 3:33am
5th Oct 2013 3:33am
Elsewhere
Water trickles off fingertips
in a flow that never falters,
so we dip our hand in
a soothing pool.
Refreshed, we visit every day
and sip it, clear and cool.
The deep source wells,
offers more.
The foundations shudder,
rocks shift, resettle.
The pure waters flow
elsewhere,
leaving us a little
drier.
Tribute to Magdalena
in a flow that never falters,
so we dip our hand in
a soothing pool.
Refreshed, we visit every day
and sip it, clear and cool.
The deep source wells,
offers more.
The foundations shudder,
rocks shift, resettle.
The pure waters flow
elsewhere,
leaving us a little
drier.
Tribute to Magdalena
981 reads
26 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2013 8:14pm
25th Sep 2013 8:14pm
Elysian Shores
Home would be where you pull me close,
especially when I'm raging against
the tides of injustice
I somehow imagined
I'd turn.
A silent panacea
of understanding I crave,
blind to how it keeps me
shaking.
especially when I'm raging against
the tides of injustice
I somehow imagined
I'd turn.
A silent panacea
of understanding I crave,
blind to how it keeps me
shaking.
1266 reads
24 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 8:55pm
24th Sep 2013 8:55pm
Aligned With Mars
He’s stationed two hundred million miles
from Earth and the time zone difference
is cosmic. She redirects communications
and faces the link-com screen, smiling
her Gaia welcome. The moon relay
comms engages, and the screen flickers,
and two terra hours pass in a heart-
swelled flutter. The screen call barely
holds them, but the synched clocks
are at thirty-two hours six minutes
and counting… their time alone together
on Space Station Aditi, a virtual
plane he designed in the name of
science, but built with...
from Earth and the time zone difference
is cosmic. She redirects communications
and faces the link-com screen, smiling
her Gaia welcome. The moon relay
comms engages, and the screen flickers,
and two terra hours pass in a heart-
swelled flutter. The screen call barely
holds them, but the synched clocks
are at thirty-two hours six minutes
and counting… their time alone together
on Space Station Aditi, a virtual
plane he designed in the name of
science, but built with...
882 reads
25 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 7:38pm
16th Sep 2013 7:38pm
Pure
A hypnotic pull into fragments
of azure which have swallowed light
empties the chatter from your mind.
Tiny shocks of bright fail to upstage
a cool hue that once dreamt of Arctic
waters. You quench your eyes within
these wells of primary power,
these crystals that bestow stillness.
of azure which have swallowed light
empties the chatter from your mind.
Tiny shocks of bright fail to upstage
a cool hue that once dreamt of Arctic
waters. You quench your eyes within
these wells of primary power,
these crystals that bestow stillness.
954 reads
28 Comments
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