Submissions by Atakti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Turbulent waters ahead, sharks behind, shut up and paddle...
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 00:20am
20th Jul 2014 00:20am
Partisan Blades
They ruled under quartered moons and a pale sun,
while their pulses throbbed and ebbed with the tides.
They licked their blades with scarred tongues,
impatient for the flow, drunk on bloodlust.
Cold steel dispersed in rolling bursts,
faster than storm clouds, hoofbeats rained drumfire.
The black mud churned with rabid foam that flew
from the mouths of filthy war hounds.
while their pulses throbbed and ebbed with the tides.
They licked their blades with scarred tongues,
impatient for the flow, drunk on bloodlust.
Cold steel dispersed in rolling bursts,
faster than storm clouds, hoofbeats rained drumfire.
The black mud churned with rabid foam that flew
from the mouths of filthy war hounds.
1012 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 11:16pm
13th Jul 2014 11:16pm
Blurred Latitudes
She keeps scissors in every room
in a fervent effort to cut past tethers.
She sits in stillness at the window,
praying to the dark waters below.
The moonlight drapes her bare shoulders,
fastens the opal drop between her breasts.
A slow dawn steals succor's seduction.
She blinks through a layer of fine ash
then lies in the barren sheets.
in a fervent effort to cut past tethers.
She sits in stillness at the window,
praying to the dark waters below.
The moonlight drapes her bare shoulders,
fastens the opal drop between her breasts.
A slow dawn steals succor's seduction.
She blinks through a layer of fine ash
then lies in the barren sheets.
859 reads
12 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2014 10:21pm
21st Jun 2014 10:21pm
Ethereal Fortunes
He wears the night like a second skin,
silent slides past moonlit shadows.
The stars shimmer across the lake,
drops of light melting into pools of stillness.
Crossed-legged gazes take him to dawn,
while the pink flames lick the horizon.
The earth warms, renewing its promises
to the well that refreshes his soulful smile.
Entry in comp 'DU Member Souladareatease'
silent slides past moonlit shadows.
The stars shimmer across the lake,
drops of light melting into pools of stillness.
Crossed-legged gazes take him to dawn,
while the pink flames lick the horizon.
The earth warms, renewing its promises
to the well that refreshes his soulful smile.
Entry in comp 'DU Member Souladareatease'
1022 reads
24 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 3:52pm
13th Jun 2014 3:52pm
Endemic
There's a cosmic string of independence,
getting wider with each struggle.
I shrug off the chrysalis — there are no wings of grace.
Predictably, I stutter from one challenge to the next.
I have a star orbit's worth of space
and most have charted other, distant skies.
getting wider with each struggle.
I shrug off the chrysalis — there are no wings of grace.
Predictably, I stutter from one challenge to the next.
I have a star orbit's worth of space
and most have charted other, distant skies.
968 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 7:11pm
5th Jun 2014 7:11pm
Sacramental
It is time to lower our heads and prey
on thick tendons, blood-worn thin.
The grey ones stumble and shriek,
necks outstretched past the eucharist.
We bound and leap for tender young,
fresh meat scurrying to futility.
Savage rhythms bless torn verdure —
anointed bones on which we feed.
on thick tendons, blood-worn thin.
The grey ones stumble and shriek,
necks outstretched past the eucharist.
We bound and leap for tender young,
fresh meat scurrying to futility.
Savage rhythms bless torn verdure —
anointed bones on which we feed.
1458 reads
31 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jun 2014 8:34pm
1st Jun 2014 8:34pm
Burning All
My teeth swim in tar
because I clamp back
on what I could spew
all over your self-proclaimed parade.
Your words rattle with a hollow bead,
tinder for the fireball rising fast
up my spine and out my fingertips.
I'm just a flicker spark away
from burning all the bridges
you ever hope to cross.
because I clamp back
on what I could spew
all over your self-proclaimed parade.
Your words rattle with a hollow bead,
tinder for the fireball rising fast
up my spine and out my fingertips.
I'm just a flicker spark away
from burning all the bridges
you ever hope to cross.
998 reads
25 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2014 7:26am
18th May 2014 7:26am
Scuffed Wooden Doorway
The evening brings the grey, which eats the amber
flowing from celestial fires. The monochromatic shades
encroach on stray rays of golden optimism,
and sever their entry to the blocked building,
its blinds down.
Through the scuffed wooden doorway
lie the unrested twitches, faltering through their routine,
wretched with threadbare comfort.
The dog-eared calendar deceptively stains its icy fingers
in hair dye.
The air is thick with their mottled memories,
challenged only by sharp slices of the unforgotten. ...
flowing from celestial fires. The monochromatic shades
encroach on stray rays of golden optimism,
and sever their entry to the blocked building,
its blinds down.
Through the scuffed wooden doorway
lie the unrested twitches, faltering through their routine,
wretched with threadbare comfort.
The dog-eared calendar deceptively stains its icy fingers
in hair dye.
The air is thick with their mottled memories,
challenged only by sharp slices of the unforgotten. ...
946 reads
19 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th May 2014 11:55pm
16th May 2014 11:55pm
Ignition
I want to lick the inside of your mind,
spark the synapses that make me quiver,
then gorge myself on wild thoughts
reaching the outer limits of a full tank,
pedal down.
Outrun me when the revs are high
because the chase is hot, hard work.
Seconds morph into months,
after days collapse to moments.
Now, now is the point of it all.
Green to go, flashing stripes
at flicker speed stretch to one line
wrapping around every curve.
Deafness crashes in, boulder size
on the cliff route. Tensed swerves -
on the...
spark the synapses that make me quiver,
then gorge myself on wild thoughts
reaching the outer limits of a full tank,
pedal down.
Outrun me when the revs are high
because the chase is hot, hard work.
Seconds morph into months,
after days collapse to moments.
Now, now is the point of it all.
Green to go, flashing stripes
at flicker speed stretch to one line
wrapping around every curve.
Deafness crashes in, boulder size
on the cliff route. Tensed swerves -
on the...
1598 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2014 11:28pm
16th May 2014 11:28pm
Rush
Scarlet, scarlet,
it was a scarlet hour...
The rushing recedes, leaves me
bitten by the workings
of my teeth and lips.
Regrets leak through my palms.
I raise my chin, facing the children
that sprung from the scarlet hour.
it was a scarlet hour...
The rushing recedes, leaves me
bitten by the workings
of my teeth and lips.
Regrets leak through my palms.
I raise my chin, facing the children
that sprung from the scarlet hour.
827 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2014 11:22pm
6th May 2014 11:22pm
Seething Trails
This she-wolf runs free from the pack. Her mate follows
closer than a shadow. Wild finds its blood.
Fierce and low, she rips the underside of desecration
then comes back for bones, crunched in feral lust.
Night lopes bring the sharp, cold light of the moon
and howls from grime. Growls herald the lunge —
she severs the throats of torpid meatheads.
The moon eclipse allows her reign, a silver streak dash
of fierce justice. Though she denies loyalty, she chooses
her chains vigilantly. Some dare to skim her pelt,
few hands withdraw unscathed,...
closer than a shadow. Wild finds its blood.
Fierce and low, she rips the underside of desecration
then comes back for bones, crunched in feral lust.
Night lopes bring the sharp, cold light of the moon
and howls from grime. Growls herald the lunge —
she severs the throats of torpid meatheads.
The moon eclipse allows her reign, a silver streak dash
of fierce justice. Though she denies loyalty, she chooses
her chains vigilantly. Some dare to skim her pelt,
few hands withdraw unscathed,...
1037 reads
23 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2014 6:20am
6th May 2014 6:20am
The Hand Maiden's Curse
Its blood runs in shades of vomitous green
and she cannot lick its wounds any more.
The last tail flick smashed her to the floor,
her skull crushed beneath its clumsy tread.
It growls and mewls, blinded by its crusted lids —
trapped in its lair, scraped skin provoking roars.
Which is the way out? No, this is further in...
The stench of guts and maggots is everywhere.
The blood has dried across split cheekbones.
She lays; her glazed eyes stare, a permanent grin.
No, wait, a flicker within — it is the fires of Hades
embracing its...
and she cannot lick its wounds any more.
The last tail flick smashed her to the floor,
her skull crushed beneath its clumsy tread.
It growls and mewls, blinded by its crusted lids —
trapped in its lair, scraped skin provoking roars.
Which is the way out? No, this is further in...
The stench of guts and maggots is everywhere.
The blood has dried across split cheekbones.
She lays; her glazed eyes stare, a permanent grin.
No, wait, a flicker within — it is the fires of Hades
embracing its...
929 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 4:55pm
3rd May 2014 4:55pm
The Space Head Case of Silver Genforms
(̶C̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶P̶r̶o̶d̶i̶g̶y̶)̶
"Let's go." I slam the empty shot glass down. Case gulps his (pansy-ass) beer.
"Gonna take you to another dimension." He looks up. "Another bar?"
"No, OUT. Come on, we'll miss our slot." I grab the keys
He shrugs and follows me, two doors away. Eleven steps down,
I unlock the physics lab. Dr Criegsfield is at the control board,
frowning. "You're late. Are you drunk?"
"Hey, Doc, gimme a break." Case examines the glowing panels. ...
"Let's go." I slam the empty shot glass down. Case gulps his (pansy-ass) beer.
"Gonna take you to another dimension." He looks up. "Another bar?"
"No, OUT. Come on, we'll miss our slot." I grab the keys
He shrugs and follows me, two doors away. Eleven steps down,
I unlock the physics lab. Dr Criegsfield is at the control board,
frowning. "You're late. Are you drunk?"
"Hey, Doc, gimme a break." Case examines the glowing panels. ...
899 reads
10 Comments
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