Submissions by Beukez
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just like to write what comes to mind, short stories, lyrics, prose and poems.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jan 2019 7:14pm
17th Jan 2019 7:14pm
Earth
Earth our gravity magnetic lava rock space ship,
Amidst the camp fire of our little burning sun,
The waters, tides and all life move with the moon day and night,
Take a second to breath in the air and look at the sky.
Humans reliant on the structure's of the Universe,
We forgot our place animals not Gods.
Gods in our mind in time we bend and break,
For now in gold we trust and lust is our nature.
We hide behind the lies of time.
Amidst the camp fire of our little burning sun,
The waters, tides and all life move with the moon day and night,
Take a second to breath in the air and look at the sky.
Humans reliant on the structure's of the Universe,
We forgot our place animals not Gods.
Gods in our mind in time we bend and break,
For now in gold we trust and lust is our nature.
We hide behind the lies of time.
#women
#men
#earth #universe
#earth #universe
607 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Dec 2018 12:49pm
8th Dec 2018 12:49pm
I was not meant to be spared
Amidst a sea of shit,
The great serpent mauls it tail,
The power of gods wasted...
To the weak, envious and frail.
No hope for beauty and lust,
The maiden was marked with a hellish stare.
For souls of craven men she awaits,
Graves of cowards are well prepared.
To Fenrir, i solemnly swear allegiance.
Pray that the gods defeat us.
Trio of treachery’s blessing guide me,
For my soul was not meant to be spared
The great serpent mauls it tail,
The power of gods wasted...
To the weak, envious and frail.
No hope for beauty and lust,
The maiden was marked with a hellish stare.
For souls of craven men she awaits,
Graves of cowards are well prepared.
To Fenrir, i solemnly swear allegiance.
Pray that the gods defeat us.
Trio of treachery’s blessing guide me,
For my soul was not meant to be spared
#religion
#mythology
#nightmares
575 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2017 6:16pm
14th Sep 2017 6:16pm
Poo Paper iz Deadly
The darkness my master and i have always been one and the same
walking down a labyrinth of infinity in the abyss laughing in the light of times today.
splendid how trivial humans really are
if i were to call it
toilet paper will destroy it
cut the trees down cut them all
toilet paper for all
no one left to clean our bums
gentile minds your time has come
plant trees or suffer the fate of the circle repeating
for this reason i wish to see it all burn
tech us a lesson lest we forget too soon
walking down a labyrinth of infinity in the abyss laughing in the light of times today.
splendid how trivial humans really are
if i were to call it
toilet paper will destroy it
cut the trees down cut them all
toilet paper for all
no one left to clean our bums
gentile minds your time has come
plant trees or suffer the fate of the circle repeating
for this reason i wish to see it all burn
tech us a lesson lest we forget too soon
#LifeAsAWriter
786 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Sep 2017 00:22am
1st Sep 2017 00:22am
The veil
Watching the swirling slow motion movement of the stars at night.
When i have a moment a chance to glance at space and time.
Dragged through a vision of a cosmic history and unbelievable time travel,
the moment, i stare up and the light touches my eye.
One star, in the lonely darkness of the night sky
Reaches or reached out a millennia ago to meet itself in another time, it millions of years ago...
Reached out into the dark of the abyss and searched for life
The veil seems a little broken, tattered tonight. Maybe i've lost my...
When i have a moment a chance to glance at space and time.
Dragged through a vision of a cosmic history and unbelievable time travel,
the moment, i stare up and the light touches my eye.
One star, in the lonely darkness of the night sky
Reaches or reached out a millennia ago to meet itself in another time, it millions of years ago...
Reached out into the dark of the abyss and searched for life
The veil seems a little broken, tattered tonight. Maybe i've lost my...
#PopCulture
631 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Aug 2017 10:42pm
31st Aug 2017 10:42pm
Slipping down a hole, cold unmade dirty ass bed. Na mean? home alone
Nothing on the stove
Pyramids of scuzzy clothes
Forlorn ego cry
Casue i dont need most
If not all the shit i own
People make a home
Though alone i strive
Cause i'm far too much alive
To misuse my time
Pyramids of scuzzy clothes
Forlorn ego cry
Casue i dont need most
If not all the shit i own
People make a home
Though alone i strive
Cause i'm far too much alive
To misuse my time
#sonnet
#dialogue
#emotional #philosophical
#emotional #philosophical
710 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Aug 2017 11:04am
12th Aug 2017 11:04am
Dead Ends
Playing with the dead ends
Staring at the butts in the ashtray
My finger twirls the ash around
Black from the burnt filth
My mind slipping away
Thinking about death again
How easy it would be
To just stop the misery
Time tears at me as the seconds pass by
Each one counted as my evil mind envisions
The many ways to kill myself
Back again looking at the cigi ends
In control again
My finger I stare at
Jet black, inked from ash
My mind lulls in hell
I want to die
I realise...
Staring at the butts in the ashtray
My finger twirls the ash around
Black from the burnt filth
My mind slipping away
Thinking about death again
How easy it would be
To just stop the misery
Time tears at me as the seconds pass by
Each one counted as my evil mind envisions
The many ways to kill myself
Back again looking at the cigi ends
In control again
My finger I stare at
Jet black, inked from ash
My mind lulls in hell
I want to die
I realise...
#PopCulture
719 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2017 7:21pm
26th Jul 2017 7:21pm
The little worm you are
The same shit, on repeat.
Day in. Day out.
Sick of it.
Mother
Father
Sister
Brother
Boss
Friend
Lover
All in our shells
Safe undercover
Cheater
Liar
Truth
Denier
Lazy
Fucker
When i look you in the eyes.
The realisation you'll die forced on you.
I see the little worm you are.
The face of man is that of terror and fear.
For what is a man but a sick little beast.
Breast fed on deceit.
...
Day in. Day out.
Sick of it.
Mother
Father
Sister
Brother
Boss
Friend
Lover
All in our shells
Safe undercover
Cheater
Liar
Truth
Denier
Lazy
Fucker
When i look you in the eyes.
The realisation you'll die forced on you.
I see the little worm you are.
The face of man is that of terror and fear.
For what is a man but a sick little beast.
Breast fed on deceit.
...
676 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2016 10:36am
24th Feb 2016 10:36am
.i!
i!
something and nothing
we all hide behind masks
some more to care
how thrilling
it is living
when your not there
lost in the moment
going nowhere
a simple nothing
look to see
my own truth
within
something and nothing
we all hide behind masks
some more to care
how thrilling
it is living
when your not there
lost in the moment
going nowhere
a simple nothing
look to see
my own truth
within
827 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 9:16pm
23rd Feb 2016 9:16pm
Abysmal
Entered into ↙️A Terrible Resolve↘️
What can go horribly wrong when it comes to life? What would happen when nothing but chaos prevails, and ration has fled?
Being held in the bounds of hell
Relishing the sin that begins with life
I can see it in your eyes you wish i wasn't here
But i preserver i am a seer
Through strife i endure
Chaos feeding his Jinn
Always pointing out the violence
Laughs in your silence
Can you feel the world is savage bliss
And
No one cares, blank...
What can go horribly wrong when it comes to life? What would happen when nothing but chaos prevails, and ration has fled?
Being held in the bounds of hell
Relishing the sin that begins with life
I can see it in your eyes you wish i wasn't here
But i preserver i am a seer
Through strife i endure
Chaos feeding his Jinn
Always pointing out the violence
Laughs in your silence
Can you feel the world is savage bliss
And
No one cares, blank...
696 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 5:29pm
23rd Feb 2016 5:29pm
The Apostate pest
Entered into: Matter.
I felt air, flair and inspiration...
but some words left my thoughts vacant.
needing to express some rage
someone instead asks for sage
Cold like the end of a steel blade
sharp as a diamond's edged side
I got both a shovel n spade ready
to dig ya grave, i just got to wait.
I build but let go in the stream
all the things that are limits to dreams
but water flows mixing thoughts
to the ocean, i hope to make a start
burned within a dogmatic ring
with each...
I felt air, flair and inspiration...
but some words left my thoughts vacant.
needing to express some rage
someone instead asks for sage
Cold like the end of a steel blade
sharp as a diamond's edged side
I got both a shovel n spade ready
to dig ya grave, i just got to wait.
I build but let go in the stream
all the things that are limits to dreams
but water flows mixing thoughts
to the ocean, i hope to make a start
burned within a dogmatic ring
with each...
577 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 10:54pm
22nd Feb 2016 10:54pm
10 kg o green
Cant say that i am awake,
when each day i wake n bake
Bring me the stake! cross burning-
mastiff spilf, a puff for you a puff for me
these two dog disciples of Diogenes
waste there day in awe and ease
Roach now a little burning card,
the ashtray all around.
Mountains of ash the tray its foundations
the king of ash one day came round
said I should have his crown, left his purple cloak on the ground.
10 kg o green, the kind you turn to ash and mong the fuck out on.
when each day i wake n bake
Bring me the stake! cross burning-
mastiff spilf, a puff for you a puff for me
these two dog disciples of Diogenes
waste there day in awe and ease
Roach now a little burning card,
the ashtray all around.
Mountains of ash the tray its foundations
the king of ash one day came round
said I should have his crown, left his purple cloak on the ground.
10 kg o green, the kind you turn to ash and mong the fuck out on.
774 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
21st Feb 2016 11:58am
21st Feb 2016 11:58am
Bletcherous
Bletcherous this machine being driven
to gentile minds there is no crime
what if there was a designer
a mortal group not one divine.
732 reads
4 Comments
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