Submissions by Atakti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Turbulent waters ahead, sharks behind, shut up and paddle...
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Nov 2012 1:54pm
17th Nov 2012 1:54pm
Quicksilver
I’m deaf to all
but your words.
Thousands of moments
later, and I have yet to grasp
the shifting.
Some unknown hand
Reshuffles the fuses
Of understanding.
I stumble, and
my belated instinct
fails to recapture
the elusive spark.
Another sweet instance
between us
ignites.
Silence and shouting
alike fan the flames
higher.
Later, I sift sadly through
the cold ashes.
but your words.
Thousands of moments
later, and I have yet to grasp
the shifting.
Some unknown hand
Reshuffles the fuses
Of understanding.
I stumble, and
my belated instinct
fails to recapture
the elusive spark.
Another sweet instance
between us
ignites.
Silence and shouting
alike fan the flames
higher.
Later, I sift sadly through
the cold ashes.
840 reads
15 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Nov 2012 9:39pm
14th Nov 2012 9:39pm
Micro horror story
Joanna washed the pot and put it to drain. Two hours until he’s home, she mused. She stepped outside, her fingers grasping at the cigarettes in her pocket. Mike would have said nothing and everything with his reproachful glances. She sighed at the thought and idly gazed into the twilight and the quiet; their home was two miles from the main roads.
At the sound of tires on the gravel she jerked her head up. A cruel emptiness twisted in her chest and she steadied herself against the bare oak as the police officer approached her. It was Mike’s rookie partner, back early, and...
At the sound of tires on the gravel she jerked her head up. A cruel emptiness twisted in her chest and she steadied herself against the bare oak as the police officer approached her. It was Mike’s rookie partner, back early, and...
936 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 5:53pm
9th Nov 2012 5:53pm
Scuttle
Sisters, spin and plunge. This
morass home breaks.
Sisters, we pray. Fold
our hands, pat and stroke.
Dwindled and fragmented, we
invoke Him.
Domine Deus Omnipotens in Cuius
Manu Omnis Victoria Consistit
We behold a stir; a scent of
sweet breath threads the air.
Sisters, scurry, hurry. A
scrape enkindles our thirst.
Sisters! She comes closer,
ever closer. Betimes we sup.
morass home breaks.
Sisters, we pray. Fold
our hands, pat and stroke.
Dwindled and fragmented, we
invoke Him.
Domine Deus Omnipotens in Cuius
Manu Omnis Victoria Consistit
We behold a stir; a scent of
sweet breath threads the air.
Sisters, scurry, hurry. A
scrape enkindles our thirst.
Sisters! She comes closer,
ever closer. Betimes we sup.
900 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 10:10pm
6th Nov 2012 10:10pm
Portal Afterlife
This house was small and the emotional
Tides sloshed, joy ebbing, misery flowing.
The old wood faded to gray, the door’s
Torn knots blinded through the years.
The iron bands hang limply, embracing
Missing pieces, ravaged by sun and wind.
The echoes long since silenced, the
Occasional rasp of the hinges stilled.
The petrified door kneels awkwardly,
One last grasp on its past, on its
Last rusting hinge.
Tides sloshed, joy ebbing, misery flowing.
The old wood faded to gray, the door’s
Torn knots blinded through the years.
The iron bands hang limply, embracing
Missing pieces, ravaged by sun and wind.
The echoes long since silenced, the
Occasional rasp of the hinges stilled.
The petrified door kneels awkwardly,
One last grasp on its past, on its
Last rusting hinge.
833 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2012 9:39am
3rd Nov 2012 9:39am
Glowering
Quiet sunshine, calm and
Baloney converges on
This scene.
A brittle brightness divides
The leaves, laser white and
Abyss green.
The still, peaceful flutter of the
Branches irritate me. This is
All wrong.
Gnashed teeth and a curled lip
Attend to my furious summons of
The Storm.
A gritted whisper, swells to a snarl.
Whip up the dirt, the leaves,
Make them dance!
Scatter the folk, the little lives!
See them scurry home and hide,
In vain.
Hear my cry, send your worst!
I want squalid...
Baloney converges on
This scene.
A brittle brightness divides
The leaves, laser white and
Abyss green.
The still, peaceful flutter of the
Branches irritate me. This is
All wrong.
Gnashed teeth and a curled lip
Attend to my furious summons of
The Storm.
A gritted whisper, swells to a snarl.
Whip up the dirt, the leaves,
Make them dance!
Scatter the folk, the little lives!
See them scurry home and hide,
In vain.
Hear my cry, send your worst!
I want squalid...
798 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 12:32pm
1st Nov 2012 12:32pm
This Demon
A welcome distraction from
Responsibility and sensibility,
This demon I embraced.
Allowing the deception, I
Wander in its world, lost and
Bewildered, forging my own chains.
Within its realm, it swoops down and
Sinks its venomed fangs
Into my flesh once and twice.
I seethe at the sting of helplessness.
Allowed a respite long enough to
Assess damage, I start to dread.
The next ambush brings deeper poison and
ensnares. I roar and swing at
Shadows. Oh, for a drop of relief!
A well of black water...
Responsibility and sensibility,
This demon I embraced.
Allowing the deception, I
Wander in its world, lost and
Bewildered, forging my own chains.
Within its realm, it swoops down and
Sinks its venomed fangs
Into my flesh once and twice.
I seethe at the sting of helplessness.
Allowed a respite long enough to
Assess damage, I start to dread.
The next ambush brings deeper poison and
ensnares. I roar and swing at
Shadows. Oh, for a drop of relief!
A well of black water...
1633 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Oct 2012 11:48am
29th Oct 2012 11:48am
Small News
The pebble in the shoe interrupts
The fleeting stop to buy milk. Hobble homewards.
Next door’s teenager walks the dog,
Texting, talking and ignoring the twilight.
A car alarm shrieks its electronic diatribe,
Piercing the neighborhood’s serenity.
This shambling squad car eventually responds
To swooping, disgruntled reports.
The car owner is Mrs Olsen, visiting Mr Selby, providing
More fodder for the gossip mills.
Yet the newspapers cover “bigger” stories, of
Ministers, taxes, and banks.
The money, the money, spins...
The fleeting stop to buy milk. Hobble homewards.
Next door’s teenager walks the dog,
Texting, talking and ignoring the twilight.
A car alarm shrieks its electronic diatribe,
Piercing the neighborhood’s serenity.
This shambling squad car eventually responds
To swooping, disgruntled reports.
The car owner is Mrs Olsen, visiting Mr Selby, providing
More fodder for the gossip mills.
Yet the newspapers cover “bigger” stories, of
Ministers, taxes, and banks.
The money, the money, spins...
780 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 9:49pm
25th Oct 2012 9:49pm
smashed mirrors
can’t be fooled,
but easily fooled
there’s no fool like
a self-fooled delusion
lies, lies, lies to myself,
but say them louder,
be convinced
wrap the falsehoods
around my head –
a hat of deception,
I wear it so well
but easily fooled
there’s no fool like
a self-fooled delusion
lies, lies, lies to myself,
but say them louder,
be convinced
wrap the falsehoods
around my head –
a hat of deception,
I wear it so well
928 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 5:57pm
20th Oct 2012 5:57pm
Isla De Las Munecas
A girl drowns in the lake,
Blank eyes, staring.
A wraith wanders the island,
Blank eyes, staring.
The man hangs baby and pretty dolls,
Blank eyes, staring.
Fifty years of silent dolls,
Blank eyes, staring.
His nephew finds him in the lake,
Blank eyes, staring.
Visitors bring presents to the dolls,
Blank eyes, staring.
Staring.
Entered in Scary Creepy Places competition
Blank eyes, staring.
A wraith wanders the island,
Blank eyes, staring.
The man hangs baby and pretty dolls,
Blank eyes, staring.
Fifty years of silent dolls,
Blank eyes, staring.
His nephew finds him in the lake,
Blank eyes, staring.
Visitors bring presents to the dolls,
Blank eyes, staring.
Staring.
Entered in Scary Creepy Places competition
899 reads
21 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 3:24pm
20th Oct 2012 3:24pm
Eyes Torn
The belch erupts through
Stained, encrusted teeth,
Carrying the legacy of
Undigested, rotten flesh.
Reluctantly I find my eyes
Torn to the glass, where
Years-old smudges and crimson stains
Cannot hide this malevolent smirk.
I openly stare through at the festering sores.
The pulsing pustules on the neck
Peeking from behind lanky, dirt-laden locks.
My stomach churns as I see beyond.
Those surface ailments hide a dark, deep hole
Where a soul used to live.
Dark thoughts deteriorated to grunting urges
To which innumerable...
Stained, encrusted teeth,
Carrying the legacy of
Undigested, rotten flesh.
Reluctantly I find my eyes
Torn to the glass, where
Years-old smudges and crimson stains
Cannot hide this malevolent smirk.
I openly stare through at the festering sores.
The pulsing pustules on the neck
Peeking from behind lanky, dirt-laden locks.
My stomach churns as I see beyond.
Those surface ailments hide a dark, deep hole
Where a soul used to live.
Dark thoughts deteriorated to grunting urges
To which innumerable...
848 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2012 4:34pm
16th Oct 2012 4:34pm
Runner Up for "Completion by Separation" competition
I think now is the time.
I feel the shackles falling off.
I know this new freedom will destroy us.
I want to fight and tear and roar and rage!
I hope to shatter the old, devious promises that meant nothing and yet enslaved us.
I feel the shackles falling off.
I know this new freedom will destroy us.
I want to fight and tear and roar and rage!
I hope to shatter the old, devious promises that meant nothing and yet enslaved us.
653 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2012 4:10pm
15th Oct 2012 4:10pm
the plan
glare distraction,
sun, sea, road
focus, calculate
light green, go
inner curve, outer curve
bays and cliffs
past sedentary sedan
past frantic cyclist
tunnel of stone,
drop a gear, gun it
past whiny sportscar
past thundering streetbike
curves blurring between
wall of rock and drop
faster, faster still
gritty road, empty sea
disconnect,
ultimate velocity
air rushes, tyres glide
empty road, expectant sea
sun, sea, road
focus, calculate
light green, go
inner curve, outer curve
bays and cliffs
past sedentary sedan
past frantic cyclist
tunnel of stone,
drop a gear, gun it
past whiny sportscar
past thundering streetbike
curves blurring between
wall of rock and drop
faster, faster still
gritty road, empty sea
disconnect,
ultimate velocity
air rushes, tyres glide
empty road, expectant sea
710 reads
8 Comments
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