Submissions by Atakti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Turbulent waters ahead, sharks behind, shut up and paddle...
DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 9:56pm
13th Sep 2013 9:56pm
Connecting Threads
Web spun threads connecting
beings of the net,
where each quiver is felt,
shared.
A swift poison leaves us
willingly paralysed,
torpid and battle-
scarred,
diligently cocooned in
sticky truths wrapped around,
sparing none yet all are
bared.
beings of the net,
where each quiver is felt,
shared.
A swift poison leaves us
willingly paralysed,
torpid and battle-
scarred,
diligently cocooned in
sticky truths wrapped around,
sparing none yet all are
bared.
1119 reads
32 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 5:50pm
8th Sep 2013 5:50pm
smooth cruising
cocoon of steel and leather,
throttle and thrust forwards
outside of time
streaks and dashes whirr under
tarmac-heated treads of rubber,
preys of speed
static blast search tunes,
food to the gods of vroom
shift to fifth
now, cruise, baby, cruise
throttle and thrust forwards
outside of time
streaks and dashes whirr under
tarmac-heated treads of rubber,
preys of speed
static blast search tunes,
food to the gods of vroom
shift to fifth
now, cruise, baby, cruise
817 reads
19 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2013 3:11pm
3rd Sep 2013 3:11pm
The Fire Lakes (collab with Alexander Case)
She rains trepidation in a hail of spells;
clawed bones flux from the earth and
foreboding stars hang her midnight gaze.
Black ice suspended in space
is guarded by infinite words
framed in white flames.
Blue wisps draw the trapdoor seal:
immovable, fixed eyes of the death owl
beckon my soul.
Dry wrenching heaves fill my mouth,
the light ripped out of my core.
The night pulses once and I can't breathe.
Vapor fuses my lungs closed, the pain
entombed, tears of mortar streams…
mud-fire constricts my ghostly skin.
Life’s skin...
clawed bones flux from the earth and
foreboding stars hang her midnight gaze.
Black ice suspended in space
is guarded by infinite words
framed in white flames.
Blue wisps draw the trapdoor seal:
immovable, fixed eyes of the death owl
beckon my soul.
Dry wrenching heaves fill my mouth,
the light ripped out of my core.
The night pulses once and I can't breathe.
Vapor fuses my lungs closed, the pain
entombed, tears of mortar streams…
mud-fire constricts my ghostly skin.
Life’s skin...
1177 reads
23 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Aug 2013 8:08pm
26th Aug 2013 8:08pm
Onwards
The living shall be left behind
as the ranks of Death’s army swell.
Take my hand…
Flesh and bone trudge time’s trail,
and time is no ally.
Don’t leave me!
Anger and grief are poor shields
for oncoming blows.
I remember when…
Behind, the ground crumbles,
breaking into the void.
… you held me.
The light flares point in
one direction.
I miss you.
With ragged hearts and breaths
we march onwards.
as the ranks of Death’s army swell.
Take my hand…
Flesh and bone trudge time’s trail,
and time is no ally.
Don’t leave me!
Anger and grief are poor shields
for oncoming blows.
I remember when…
Behind, the ground crumbles,
breaking into the void.
… you held me.
The light flares point in
one direction.
I miss you.
With ragged hearts and breaths
we march onwards.
1117 reads
37 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2013 11:32pm
24th Aug 2013 11:32pm
Lay Myself Bare
A slice up my arm, I see it now,
and inside my bone. It lies bare.
Isn’t that the phrase? The words
lie — a biological impossibility.
Unless they mean after, between
the funeral and the dust.
If someone dug them up, my bones
could lie bare. If someone took the trouble
and shined them up real nice
and laid them out all tidy on the
ground, gleaming in the sun…
There, are my bare bones.
Except that is the long way
around. It would hurt me a
lot less, but who cares enough
to wait? Go ahead, ask me.
...
and inside my bone. It lies bare.
Isn’t that the phrase? The words
lie — a biological impossibility.
Unless they mean after, between
the funeral and the dust.
If someone dug them up, my bones
could lie bare. If someone took the trouble
and shined them up real nice
and laid them out all tidy on the
ground, gleaming in the sun…
There, are my bare bones.
Except that is the long way
around. It would hurt me a
lot less, but who cares enough
to wait? Go ahead, ask me.
...
1093 reads
23 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Aug 2013 7:32pm
21st Aug 2013 7:32pm
An Audience With Impermanence
Single moments stream into my… well,
into my tin cup, which dreams of
rattling cages.
I slam down the turmeric shades;
they crack underfoot. They’re broken
anyway, bitch!
Over and over, I stride into the middle
of the last room with stuttering windows,
and two stopped clocks.
I put the cup to my lips, drink dust.
I gulp in coughs, grope the shades back on.
Knock ‘em dead, Tak.
The sunrays hit specks of amber-bright.
Single moments stream into
my tin cup.
Gimme a minute, here…
...
into my tin cup, which dreams of
rattling cages.
I slam down the turmeric shades;
they crack underfoot. They’re broken
anyway, bitch!
Over and over, I stride into the middle
of the last room with stuttering windows,
and two stopped clocks.
I put the cup to my lips, drink dust.
I gulp in coughs, grope the shades back on.
Knock ‘em dead, Tak.
The sunrays hit specks of amber-bright.
Single moments stream into
my tin cup.
Gimme a minute, here…
...
1228 reads
37 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 11:25pm
9th Aug 2013 11:25pm
Bereft of Home
Unclasp your biting grip, I wish
to be away. There is an abundance
of cold reality in your scent.
I long to retreat into the comforts
of the carefully fabricated unreal ...
A pause will do, when you deny me a stay.
There are too many eager to show me
the meagre trail of breadcrumbs leading
me back. I don't live there anymore.
Home is within, and inside is bare.
I hoped to expel you with my omissions
yet you stayed. I fought and you grew
stronger. The shelves echo with my
cries, and the lies that I built to...
to be away. There is an abundance
of cold reality in your scent.
I long to retreat into the comforts
of the carefully fabricated unreal ...
A pause will do, when you deny me a stay.
There are too many eager to show me
the meagre trail of breadcrumbs leading
me back. I don't live there anymore.
Home is within, and inside is bare.
I hoped to expel you with my omissions
yet you stayed. I fought and you grew
stronger. The shelves echo with my
cries, and the lies that I built to...
988 reads
30 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2013 10:57am
7th Aug 2013 10:57am
Full Power
I can hear a whisper
before it is shared.
My powers let me see
through walls and thoughts.
I can heal hurts
with a warm touch.
Bring your misery to me
and I'll tear it, burn it,
pull you from the ashes.
My powers I pass to you;
the future conquered, your turn
to be Mother, to reach core love.
Entered in Gigi's comp under topic of Super Powers
before it is shared.
My powers let me see
through walls and thoughts.
I can heal hurts
with a warm touch.
Bring your misery to me
and I'll tear it, burn it,
pull you from the ashes.
My powers I pass to you;
the future conquered, your turn
to be Mother, to reach core love.
Entered in Gigi's comp under topic of Super Powers
1047 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2013 00:13am
6th Aug 2013 00:13am
Beyond
My eyes breathe wide
the blue horizon
as the line extends, bends,
summoning space.
The near side of brine
finds the eternal beyond
shared in the last dimension
of my ionized core.
the blue horizon
as the line extends, bends,
summoning space.
The near side of brine
finds the eternal beyond
shared in the last dimension
of my ionized core.
1144 reads
28 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 8:02pm
26th Jul 2013 8:02pm
drive
fingers trace hard curves, sleek and smooth, glowing
the door handle lifts with a sweet, soft snick
I slide the key in, turn, watch the dashboard ignite
the engine heats, purrs… throbs
I grasp control, first gear in
pull forward firmly
hot dusk air whispers in my ear
the revs increase, gears shift
cruising faster now, close on the turns
tires whirling, motor growling
the night road surrenders
to me, to me
the lines quicker, flicker, eaten
pistons relentless
tightened, my fingers grip
suspended in neutral…
charging...
the door handle lifts with a sweet, soft snick
I slide the key in, turn, watch the dashboard ignite
the engine heats, purrs… throbs
I grasp control, first gear in
pull forward firmly
hot dusk air whispers in my ear
the revs increase, gears shift
cruising faster now, close on the turns
tires whirling, motor growling
the night road surrenders
to me, to me
the lines quicker, flicker, eaten
pistons relentless
tightened, my fingers grip
suspended in neutral…
charging...
1515 reads
32 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 6:32am
21st Jul 2013 6:32am
Four Days
I have four days to find
fire's flavor but i'm still
spitting mire.
I want to brave this abyss,
unclip my harness and fall...
no, flow.
I picture a warm glow, the golden
ambrosia that could quell
my longing.
I peer in, fitfully predict cold slams,
so remain huddled at the rim
of irrational wishes.
fire's flavor but i'm still
spitting mire.
I want to brave this abyss,
unclip my harness and fall...
no, flow.
I picture a warm glow, the golden
ambrosia that could quell
my longing.
I peer in, fitfully predict cold slams,
so remain huddled at the rim
of irrational wishes.
1127 reads
21 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 9:10pm
12th Jul 2013 9:10pm
Glass Skull
My eyes gaze at nothing, my thoughts
flicker close, spin away, unchecked.
I think about shadows, how they soak
the ground at nightfall. They are there.
I shrug once, shake my head, mirror-shard
thoughts swirl around a glass skull of plasma.
Now the outside is clear. The middle is shades
of nothing and has swallowed me whole.
flicker close, spin away, unchecked.
I think about shadows, how they soak
the ground at nightfall. They are there.
I shrug once, shake my head, mirror-shard
thoughts swirl around a glass skull of plasma.
Now the outside is clear. The middle is shades
of nothing and has swallowed me whole.
1094 reads
24 Comments
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