Submissions by Atakti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Turbulent waters ahead, sharks behind, shut up and paddle...
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 4:16pm
20th Jan 2014 4:16pm
Mind Shades
Midnight shadows crowd
my mind, sucking the breath
out of me and stealing my ease.
It's a long way from daybreak
comforts and my only defence
is a gritted rage — empty punches
at spectral taunts. My own thoughts
betray me, trading hurriedly buried
secrets for two snatched minutes
of jerked sleep. There will be no
peace until the final rest. "Soon,"
they whisper to me, "soon."
my mind, sucking the breath
out of me and stealing my ease.
It's a long way from daybreak
comforts and my only defence
is a gritted rage — empty punches
at spectral taunts. My own thoughts
betray me, trading hurriedly buried
secrets for two snatched minutes
of jerked sleep. There will be no
peace until the final rest. "Soon,"
they whisper to me, "soon."
1020 reads
27 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 9:12pm
18th Jan 2014 9:12pm
Pinwheel
So it descends.
The sadness settles,
a cloak I don't want
reminding me that without it
I'd be numb inside as out.
My memories flicker
in reverse
and I'm stuck
still
on the final months.
I can't see past,
back to better days.
A wall of clocks
couldn't tick the time
away fast enough.
I still wake at night,
escaping the yard time
when my mind
goes round and round
her last breath.
The sadness settles,
a cloak I don't want
reminding me that without it
I'd be numb inside as out.
My memories flicker
in reverse
and I'm stuck
still
on the final months.
I can't see past,
back to better days.
A wall of clocks
couldn't tick the time
away fast enough.
I still wake at night,
escaping the yard time
when my mind
goes round and round
her last breath.
1269 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 4:15pm
15th Jan 2014 4:15pm
Fifth Dimension Rider
Squinted sun glare
reeling in the miles,
this motor keeps
him balanced.
He tastes sharp dust
flecks at the back
of his thoughts,
now unleashed
in centrifugal
tilts. Every past
flicker recedes
in rearview
memories. Tyres
rip into now,
charging steel
resolve.
The horizon shrinks
under thunder gaze,
yields opal-lined
highways.
reeling in the miles,
this motor keeps
him balanced.
He tastes sharp dust
flecks at the back
of his thoughts,
now unleashed
in centrifugal
tilts. Every past
flicker recedes
in rearview
memories. Tyres
rip into now,
charging steel
resolve.
The horizon shrinks
under thunder gaze,
yields opal-lined
highways.
914 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 6:49pm
12th Jan 2014 6:49pm
Spinning in Slipstream Galaxies
Within froth whirls of Akasha,
when the fabulous nebulae
blink for an eternity, a vortex
twin loops in amber flow.
Here the weight of souls
is breathed east of star rise
and the eye of the Void wells
up in an abundance of tides.
Find me in upper Samudra,
shed of Kālī’s mercy, my joy
spinning in slipstream galaxies
at the edge of expanding time.
Sinking torrents of dust glow
will pull you under — the Rigvedic
ships have long passed, Beloved.
In this moment, swim with me…
...
when the fabulous nebulae
blink for an eternity, a vortex
twin loops in amber flow.
Here the weight of souls
is breathed east of star rise
and the eye of the Void wells
up in an abundance of tides.
Find me in upper Samudra,
shed of Kālī’s mercy, my joy
spinning in slipstream galaxies
at the edge of expanding time.
Sinking torrents of dust glow
will pull you under — the Rigvedic
ships have long passed, Beloved.
In this moment, swim with me…
...
929 reads
25 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 8:35pm
5th Jan 2014 8:35pm
Unwanted
(A re-write)
Flicked from cruelty's wrist, his
careless lashes crack my numbness —
cat o' nine knots welting spite,
perfidy, fury... It feazes, frays
to hair-strands which I brush off
along with shards of useless pride
when I remember who I am.
Re-write of my first DU poem:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/62668-unwanted/
Worked for the comp, "My, how you've grown!"
Flicked from cruelty's wrist, his
careless lashes crack my numbness —
cat o' nine knots welting spite,
perfidy, fury... It feazes, frays
to hair-strands which I brush off
along with shards of useless pride
when I remember who I am.
Re-write of my first DU poem:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/62668-unwanted/
Worked for the comp, "My, how you've grown!"
1044 reads
22 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jan 2014 9:07pm
4th Jan 2014 9:07pm
Tight Spaces (There is No Plan B)
I drove past the airport today,
heard the numbers swirl,
saw the planes hanging, laden
with shrinking the world.
The last wilderness lies
fathoms below slide-rules
but I can feel the tremors
from submerged questions.
Faster, higher, deeper, farther
scatters our reach to the stars.
I haven't bought new shoes
in months — I have what I need.
heard the numbers swirl,
saw the planes hanging, laden
with shrinking the world.
The last wilderness lies
fathoms below slide-rules
but I can feel the tremors
from submerged questions.
Faster, higher, deeper, farther
scatters our reach to the stars.
I haven't bought new shoes
in months — I have what I need.
854 reads
19 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 6:48am
1st Jan 2014 6:48am
Undercurrents
A long tunnel connects you
to nothingness. Occasionally
the sun lances through pockmarks
punched in the roof. More often
than not, the rain drips in mud, guts
and glory, which they taught us once
at the flotilla academy of disorder,
though graduation comes at the start.
The water rises and your rudder unsticks,
useless in its mono-directional
lament. The sides scrape off in wooden
zests, sour shavings that float, bloated.
Entered in 'dreams' competition.
to nothingness. Occasionally
the sun lances through pockmarks
punched in the roof. More often
than not, the rain drips in mud, guts
and glory, which they taught us once
at the flotilla academy of disorder,
though graduation comes at the start.
The water rises and your rudder unsticks,
useless in its mono-directional
lament. The sides scrape off in wooden
zests, sour shavings that float, bloated.
Entered in 'dreams' competition.
985 reads
26 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 12:08pm
30th Dec 2013 12:08pm
Cavern Glows
Within the rocks of the barren hillside
a lustre beckons the bold climber
into the drawing cavern, alight
with the pearl sheen light, its walls
glowing with the rooted beauty
of biting flings of star sparkle.
A hundred thousand ridges, smooth
glass silk under fingertips, moving
closer, closer to the enamel pull.
a lustre beckons the bold climber
into the drawing cavern, alight
with the pearl sheen light, its walls
glowing with the rooted beauty
of biting flings of star sparkle.
A hundred thousand ridges, smooth
glass silk under fingertips, moving
closer, closer to the enamel pull.
1308 reads
24 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Dec 2013 1:28am
27th Dec 2013 1:28am
Fighting Talk
You started this... I dare
you to finish me.
I'm arched, pushed
up against your glower.
You grab my hair and pull
my intentions back, growl
blazed postures up
my bitten neck.
Hearing jagged breaths, here
in parted thighs — you stroke
my anticipations and crush
my lips with yours.
Hot clenched gasps,
your hand finds taut promises,
mine is tensed around rigid
rage. This could be yours
for the taking. Escalated
wilder senses, these urgent
altercations
take us over harder.
We ride through...
you to finish me.
I'm arched, pushed
up against your glower.
You grab my hair and pull
my intentions back, growl
blazed postures up
my bitten neck.
Hearing jagged breaths, here
in parted thighs — you stroke
my anticipations and crush
my lips with yours.
Hot clenched gasps,
your hand finds taut promises,
mine is tensed around rigid
rage. This could be yours
for the taking. Escalated
wilder senses, these urgent
altercations
take us over harder.
We ride through...
1214 reads
32 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Dec 2013 7:43pm
26th Dec 2013 7:43pm
Silk Wisps
A discordant absence gnawing
perpetually in my peripheral vision
leaves spiders crawling in my mouth.
I awaken in a transformed room, draped
in shimmering strands of faded memory
silk wisps I pluck at, like an opium harpist
with numbed fingers. I spy the calling
card on the dusty floor, silver embossed
web under His onyx skull... ruby eyes.
Safe is spinned nowhere within this realm,
though I'm thankful for the Master's sharp
mercy, parting you from fear and pain.
perpetually in my peripheral vision
leaves spiders crawling in my mouth.
I awaken in a transformed room, draped
in shimmering strands of faded memory
silk wisps I pluck at, like an opium harpist
with numbed fingers. I spy the calling
card on the dusty floor, silver embossed
web under His onyx skull... ruby eyes.
Safe is spinned nowhere within this realm,
though I'm thankful for the Master's sharp
mercy, parting you from fear and pain.
926 reads
18 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2013 2:13pm
24th Dec 2013 2:13pm
gifts
nothing, fit for paupers
and kings, space to be
and breathe... where no
expectations crowd us
the pause between beats,
on the peak of the arc —
neither up nor down
suspended in between
the engines are silent,
conductor's baton is still...
the eyes see nothing
in the stolen dusk fog
and kings, space to be
and breathe... where no
expectations crowd us
the pause between beats,
on the peak of the arc —
neither up nor down
suspended in between
the engines are silent,
conductor's baton is still...
the eyes see nothing
in the stolen dusk fog
1134 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 5:23am
23rd Dec 2013 5:23am
Visits
Elastic clocks mock the memories
I think I have of you - half history
but half wishing what probably was
nearly truth. Sometimes I want
to shake the apricot tree, to hear
the soft bump of fruits on earth.
I climb the mountain that knows
our home, on solid rock... The horizon
has swallowed the ships you touched.
Our bench in the park is scarred
with names, tears, plans. It grimaces
at my hurried steps, faltering past.
Our hands are months apart,
in the same places. I need a slice
of time, if...
I think I have of you - half history
but half wishing what probably was
nearly truth. Sometimes I want
to shake the apricot tree, to hear
the soft bump of fruits on earth.
I climb the mountain that knows
our home, on solid rock... The horizon
has swallowed the ships you touched.
Our bench in the park is scarred
with names, tears, plans. It grimaces
at my hurried steps, faltering past.
Our hands are months apart,
in the same places. I need a slice
of time, if...
960 reads
19 Comments
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