Submissions by Atakti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Turbulent waters ahead, sharks behind, shut up and paddle...
DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2014 10:28pm
6th Dec 2014 10:28pm
Stained
Shackled to carousel thoughts,
round and round.
But these horses are all dark
and their teeth are bared.
The music jars, a jagged melody
painting scraps of every wrong word.
round and round.
But these horses are all dark
and their teeth are bared.
The music jars, a jagged melody
painting scraps of every wrong word.
930 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2014 11:51am
26th Nov 2014 11:51am
reverse aquarium
glide, flick
green, sway
light twists
grey pebbles
down
swish
door opens
blue shirt
clump clump slippers
plink plink
coins in jar
swish, flick
bubbles
white
light swirl
swish
glide
darkness
gurgle
flick
bubbles
bubbles
door opens
clump clump
blue shirt big
up
food!
swoop, nibble
flick
nibble nibble
flick, swish
green fronds
and dark green sway
grey grey grey pebbles
glide...
green, sway
light twists
grey pebbles
down
swish
door opens
blue shirt
clump clump slippers
plink plink
coins in jar
swish, flick
bubbles
white
light swirl
swish
glide
darkness
gurgle
flick
bubbles
bubbles
door opens
clump clump
blue shirt big
up
food!
swoop, nibble
flick
nibble nibble
flick, swish
green fronds
and dark green sway
grey grey grey pebbles
glide...
824 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2014 10:04pm
19th Nov 2014 10:04pm
The Way of the Hunted Sun
The mounts of Llanganates lie resplendent,
verdantly dressed in ancient mists. Years steeped
in whispers lead to this, the myths of the Incas,
cryptic legends of treasure.
A seeker stands flushed by an ocular feast; waterfall sprays
over the rope bridge, the luscious gorge beneath.
His fingers trace Derrotero de Valverde —
the old paper maps the past.
Atahualpa the lost, the last emperor knelt, convert
son to a Spanish gun’s conquest. In rope’s mercy,
offered salvation, he was strangled. A royal ransom’s ...
verdantly dressed in ancient mists. Years steeped
in whispers lead to this, the myths of the Incas,
cryptic legends of treasure.
A seeker stands flushed by an ocular feast; waterfall sprays
over the rope bridge, the luscious gorge beneath.
His fingers trace Derrotero de Valverde —
the old paper maps the past.
Atahualpa the lost, the last emperor knelt, convert
son to a Spanish gun’s conquest. In rope’s mercy,
offered salvation, he was strangled. A royal ransom’s ...
1136 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2014 7:15am
11th Nov 2014 7:15am
Permission
He decorates her in shimmering bruises
from the inside out.
She twists
between yesterday's promises
and the clammy sheets.
He grips her hair
and slams rigid [half] truths
home
while she whimpers
her crimson succor.
Infinite depths
to this welted well.
Two bodies
die of thirst
while arms are raised —
The strands of yes and no,
stinging and soothing,
entwined, flexed, frayed.
Soon,
please, soon,
he applies the balm.
"You will, won't...
I allow you
to breathe."
...
from the inside out.
She twists
between yesterday's promises
and the clammy sheets.
He grips her hair
and slams rigid [half] truths
home
while she whimpers
her crimson succor.
Infinite depths
to this welted well.
Two bodies
die of thirst
while arms are raised —
The strands of yes and no,
stinging and soothing,
entwined, flexed, frayed.
Soon,
please, soon,
he applies the balm.
"You will, won't...
I allow you
to breathe."
...
1131 reads
11 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 7:10pm
9th Nov 2014 7:10pm
Answers
Here's to an endless round
and no dawn
because the dark brings the drink
and the demons are buying.
Hey, have a seat, good to see ya.
No, yeah, I'm fine. I'll get these, one sec.
Two please, straight up.
Yeah, so, how ya been?
Same ol' thing, nothin' changed.
Two of the same. And
two shots of that stuff.
Where's my lighter, hold on... Here, want one?
I been waitin' all week for this.
Cheers!
Hmm? No, I've never been clearer-er.
Two more shots, please...
Now listen.
List'n up.
I know...
and no dawn
because the dark brings the drink
and the demons are buying.
Hey, have a seat, good to see ya.
No, yeah, I'm fine. I'll get these, one sec.
Two please, straight up.
Yeah, so, how ya been?
Same ol' thing, nothin' changed.
Two of the same. And
two shots of that stuff.
Where's my lighter, hold on... Here, want one?
I been waitin' all week for this.
Cheers!
Hmm? No, I've never been clearer-er.
Two more shots, please...
Now listen.
List'n up.
I know...
1023 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2014 8:45pm
6th Nov 2014 8:45pm
Ruby Day
Within the calendar bag of nails
are the ruby days
when you kissed...
entwined...
burned.
Perhaps it is only one ruby
that drowns the light in crimson glory —
that tows the fire glow
through waves of rapture.
Reach in, grasp it.
These are the scratches
holding you here.
You string it, steel nails on a chain,
the gem centered and heavy
against the hollow of your throat.
Metal memories pierce the skin,
ignite your veins...
the velvet bag empty.
are the ruby days
when you kissed...
entwined...
burned.
Perhaps it is only one ruby
that drowns the light in crimson glory —
that tows the fire glow
through waves of rapture.
Reach in, grasp it.
These are the scratches
holding you here.
You string it, steel nails on a chain,
the gem centered and heavy
against the hollow of your throat.
Metal memories pierce the skin,
ignite your veins...
the velvet bag empty.
972 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2014 7:52pm
5th Nov 2014 7:52pm
Remains
The chrysalis remains
unremarked,
empty.
The wings freed and beating elsewhere,
as the husk dries
and flakes.
Does it know,
it will never know life again?
I envy its one cycle
while I collapse
into another
revolution.
unremarked,
empty.
The wings freed and beating elsewhere,
as the husk dries
and flakes.
Does it know,
it will never know life again?
I envy its one cycle
while I collapse
into another
revolution.
1090 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2014 4:57am
31st Oct 2014 4:57am
If I Seduced Prometheus
I'd suck the air from his kiss,
the heat from his kiln, leave him
stone-headed deafness in false ecstasy.
I'd rip my face off and reform the underlying clay
into the visage of daimona Aletheia,
desolate in her guardianship.
I'd bake in the remaining flames, those last echoes
of lies I told myself, clawing past wastelands
in search of purity
though I have spat in every well,
unwilling to believe in starred reflections
within.
I'd leave tears and ash —
volcanic streaks warning no one.
the heat from his kiln, leave him
stone-headed deafness in false ecstasy.
I'd rip my face off and reform the underlying clay
into the visage of daimona Aletheia,
desolate in her guardianship.
I'd bake in the remaining flames, those last echoes
of lies I told myself, clawing past wastelands
in search of purity
though I have spat in every well,
unwilling to believe in starred reflections
within.
I'd leave tears and ash —
volcanic streaks warning no one.
1641 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 8:52pm
3rd Oct 2014 8:52pm
channels
silver furred rabbits
in storm drains
under a terracotta chalked sky
rusting away to fizzling
shh
cobalt streaks mark
hair and skin
in the monochrome
booth lined in crushed
velvet tones
empty palms curled
inside, around ozone-lined
marbles, twisted ultra-violet
white shock bubbles
in storm drains
under a terracotta chalked sky
rusting away to fizzling
shh
cobalt streaks mark
hair and skin
in the monochrome
booth lined in crushed
velvet tones
empty palms curled
inside, around ozone-lined
marbles, twisted ultra-violet
white shock bubbles
802 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Sep 2014 7:54pm
17th Sep 2014 7:54pm
On A Plate
The dish for fish is blue,
it's true. Saki cups
for two.
On a goddamn plate!
Sushi lore,
wasabi hoards,
and blue fin tuna
on board.
Calamari calamity
leaves this token
of nets broken
and minds wide open
to maybe we order pizza instead?
Mama squid is gonna getcha.
You never knew, it's true,
she got her eye on you
and that sorry ass boat
won't float
further than what the old man
can spit.
Yeah, this subpoena
to deep sea court
seems legit.
...
it's true. Saki cups
for two.
On a goddamn plate!
Sushi lore,
wasabi hoards,
and blue fin tuna
on board.
Calamari calamity
leaves this token
of nets broken
and minds wide open
to maybe we order pizza instead?
Mama squid is gonna getcha.
You never knew, it's true,
she got her eye on you
and that sorry ass boat
won't float
further than what the old man
can spit.
Yeah, this subpoena
to deep sea court
seems legit.
...
720 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2014 7:59pm
14th Sep 2014 7:59pm
Tomorrow Shores
The ocean wants for no salt nor water.
Shed tears to empty yourself,
not to fill vast seas.
Sit upon this spray-kissed rock
and wait for the horizon ship
that sweeps past on rolling waves.
It takes you to tomorrow shores
where fire-gold souls dance
and tame the darkness.
Shed tears to empty yourself,
not to fill vast seas.
Sit upon this spray-kissed rock
and wait for the horizon ship
that sweeps past on rolling waves.
It takes you to tomorrow shores
where fire-gold souls dance
and tame the darkness.
901 reads
10 Comments
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