Submissions by Carpe_Noctem
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inlak'esh in these dark times be the light my friend its all a game we play after all,
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2024 8:05am
25th Jun 2024 8:05am
Shadow Boxing
Self-loathing inept feckless vile creature
Coffin nails overflow the ashtrays
previous nights genocidal offerings
A slow waltz plays, as the light and dark dance
Knives out, dancing deaths embrace
Whom created this monster
Wasn't he crucified on the needle?
Light a fire beneath yggdrasils roots
Flay the dead man once more
Masochistic fools mala vida
Here we lie again
a smoldering mess of our creation
Repeating the evenings ritual
Reignited herbal concoction called a...
Coffin nails overflow the ashtrays
previous nights genocidal offerings
A slow waltz plays, as the light and dark dance
Knives out, dancing deaths embrace
Whom created this monster
Wasn't he crucified on the needle?
Light a fire beneath yggdrasils roots
Flay the dead man once more
Masochistic fools mala vida
Here we lie again
a smoldering mess of our creation
Repeating the evenings ritual
Reignited herbal concoction called a...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#redemption
#TimeHeals
101 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2024 8:59am
8th Jun 2024 8:59am
That thin reprieve
Seldom do they
Yet when they do
always should be grasped
Like some champion on the podium
Fist raised triumphant
a second shot at this game they call life
From the summit of all experience
Past ground littered with shedded skin
traumas sleeves
Blasé guy using pain as currencies
got to pay to play
From the bottle to the needle
to everything in between
If you like when it hurts
then let it burn?
When all gets said done and passed out
Remember ...
Yet when they do
always should be grasped
Like some champion on the podium
Fist raised triumphant
a second shot at this game they call life
From the summit of all experience
Past ground littered with shedded skin
traumas sleeves
Blasé guy using pain as currencies
got to pay to play
From the bottle to the needle
to everything in between
If you like when it hurts
then let it burn?
When all gets said done and passed out
Remember ...
#redemption
#TimeHeals
85 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2024 12:38pm
3rd Jun 2024 12:38pm
Whiskey and ginger ale
As far as celebrations of Irish jubilation
this was mild as they go
Pint of Guinness followed byJjamesons and ginger ale
A swig here and there
simply taking in the ambience
In my youth well
I might have sampled each stout ad ale
Then and only then
double Jamesons and ginger ale
Sláinte sweet Róisín Dubh
Pretty things
Simultaneously hurl and sing
Possibly even myself amongst them
this was mild as they go
Pint of Guinness followed byJjamesons and ginger ale
A swig here and there
simply taking in the ambience
In my youth well
I might have sampled each stout ad ale
Then and only then
double Jamesons and ginger ale
Sláinte sweet Róisín Dubh
Pretty things
Simultaneously hurl and sing
Possibly even myself amongst them
#TimeHeals
103 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st May 2024 7:08pm
31st May 2024 7:08pm
Life appears
A mirage we grasp at
Scarcely recounting mere moments
gone in the beating seconds
Like a night rainbow
Glimpsed in the washed away tears
of the forgotten rain
In the illusion that is
one comes to the realisation
There is only now
A conundrum
of cherished memories
bitter lamentations
Experiences to hold
Scarcely recounting mere moments
gone in the beating seconds
Like a night rainbow
Glimpsed in the washed away tears
of the forgotten rain
In the illusion that is
one comes to the realisation
There is only now
A conundrum
of cherished memories
bitter lamentations
Experiences to hold
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
113 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2024 1:10pm
26th May 2024 1:10pm
Caterpillars contemplation of mortality
An objectified piece of meat
Dangling from metaphorical hooks
Sometimes pride discarded
when one takes a ride
Rubs enough lotion on skin
A moth might emerge
monarch in disguise
Fool
days gone by
If eyes can not render
It doesn't exist, remember
Mind the gap between delusional
intrusive false memories
If an escape vector can be projected
onto a goat
Then why not eye
This chill overcomes
encased inside this dark cocoon ...
Dangling from metaphorical hooks
Sometimes pride discarded
when one takes a ride
Rubs enough lotion on skin
A moth might emerge
monarch in disguise
Fool
days gone by
If eyes can not render
It doesn't exist, remember
Mind the gap between delusional
intrusive false memories
If an escape vector can be projected
onto a goat
Then why not eye
This chill overcomes
encased inside this dark cocoon ...
#morality
#shadows
114 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2024 11:23am
16th May 2024 11:23am
Dancing with the reflection
Eyes rolled white back
mattress insulation for the
Convulsing
Twitching
Writhing
Guy whose lips stain bloody saliva
from bitten tongue
Another life that portrait painted discarded
paraphernalia
The blasé debaser
Whiskey chasing the bourbon chaser
Eyeballs racing bright smoke billowing
Holding her skin pressed close
One eye followed by another open
gazing back
Game changing moment
Father
..
.
.
..
Daughter
Trafficked wouldn't be far from true
Five...
mattress insulation for the
Convulsing
Twitching
Writhing
Guy whose lips stain bloody saliva
from bitten tongue
Another life that portrait painted discarded
paraphernalia
The blasé debaser
Whiskey chasing the bourbon chaser
Eyeballs racing bright smoke billowing
Holding her skin pressed close
One eye followed by another open
gazing back
Game changing moment
Father
..
.
.
..
Daughter
Trafficked wouldn't be far from true
Five...
#daughter
#father
#responsibility
110 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Mar 2024 10:48am
13th Mar 2024 10:48am
A Thing Of Beauty
Hold me persephone
It's cold here
Amongst all the muck and mire
Sit with me on this starless night
Lonely wilted sun flowers
Decaying where Eden once stood
Sombre tears scarcely hydrate
Desolate wastelands
Over the distance
Phobos and demos
Marching lockstep
Scream havoc this is mars playground
Mine bones picked clean
Sun bleached monument
Empty eye sockets
Where the worms now reside
It's cold here
Amongst all the muck and mire
Sit with me on this starless night
Lonely wilted sun flowers
Decaying where Eden once stood
Sombre tears scarcely hydrate
Desolate wastelands
Over the distance
Phobos and demos
Marching lockstep
Scream havoc this is mars playground
Mine bones picked clean
Sun bleached monument
Empty eye sockets
Where the worms now reside
#dark
#death
145 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2024 11:53am
2nd Mar 2024 11:53am
They Call Me
Fucking druggo
Societal missfit
Dirty hippie cunt
Stinking of ganja
Hypocrit
Posting fingers
Lithium gaze
Smoking dangerous cannabis ?
This morbidly obese beast
Medicine cabinet fully stocked
Uppers downers
Antipsychotics
Now answer this
Whos the bigger druggo?
Societal missfit
Dirty hippie cunt
Stinking of ganja
Hypocrit
Posting fingers
Lithium gaze
Smoking dangerous cannabis ?
This morbidly obese beast
Medicine cabinet fully stocked
Uppers downers
Antipsychotics
Now answer this
Whos the bigger druggo?
#drugs
#marijuana
#addiction
261 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2024 4:44am
1st Mar 2024 4:44am
All part of the experience my dear
If one painted suffering out of the frame
what picture would remain?
Rose tinted portraits of happy hanged men
dancing in their fecal matter.
Some computer wizard types asked the AI
draw me a white family.
Sorry dave i can't do that, was the reply
That shade has henceforth been removed.
How the heartaches, only to remove the muscle
replaced by bubble wrapped algorithmic suggestions .
Soma for the comatose, numbing emotions
Zeros and ones in the distant past
what picture would remain?
Rose tinted portraits of happy hanged men
dancing in their fecal matter.
Some computer wizard types asked the AI
draw me a white family.
Sorry dave i can't do that, was the reply
That shade has henceforth been removed.
How the heartaches, only to remove the muscle
replaced by bubble wrapped algorithmic suggestions .
Soma for the comatose, numbing emotions
Zeros and ones in the distant past
#PTSD
#suffering
126 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2024 4:31am
15th Feb 2024 4:31am
On this lonesome highway
Bridges engulfed
no going back
Bridges engulfed
warm safety blanket
There once was a silver spoon
that soon became a blackened mess
The dish stood aghast
lost within the crack den
On the needle crucified
chasing the face of God
Sound those drums the marching powders arrived
Caved in the septum spelunkers
A hand full of darts smoldering still
coffin nails for that nicotine fix
Liver pickled
Getting that Amphetamine feel
Mainlining time like she's gone out of fashion
When all that's done...
no going back
Bridges engulfed
warm safety blanket
There once was a silver spoon
that soon became a blackened mess
The dish stood aghast
lost within the crack den
On the needle crucified
chasing the face of God
Sound those drums the marching powders arrived
Caved in the septum spelunkers
A hand full of darts smoldering still
coffin nails for that nicotine fix
Liver pickled
Getting that Amphetamine feel
Mainlining time like she's gone out of fashion
When all that's done...
#drugs
#PopCulture
143 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2024 5:55pm
31st Jan 2024 5:55pm
Non Servium Consciously Objectors
Draft
Really?
Why don't you go and fuck yourself
Or better yet
How's about YOU on the front line
Lead by example
If you think for one second
That these corrupt
Kiddy fucking psychopaths
Give even the slightest care about dēmokratia
Freedoms equality diversity et al
Well the moons made of cheese
communism has a 100% success rate
Not even a drop of blood shed
Really?
Why don't you go and fuck yourself
Or better yet
How's about YOU on the front line
Lead by example
If you think for one second
That these corrupt
Kiddy fucking psychopaths
Give even the slightest care about dēmokratia
Freedoms equality diversity et al
Well the moons made of cheese
communism has a 100% success rate
Not even a drop of blood shed
#oppression
#war
#poverty #PopCulture
#poverty #PopCulture
132 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2024 10:34pm
24th Jan 2024 10:34pm
You and Eye got a Screw loose
Whos to say who's the arsonist ?
Who's the accelerant in this pyre?
Maybe it was those green eyes
Gazing within the lunatic asylum
As opposite attractions drawn
Moths dancing the flame
Beneath the spoon
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
Baby I'm not a heroin girl
Cocaine cowbell speed freak
Baby gotta confess
It's oblivion I seek
Hand in hand riding the lighting
Prescription pètes pleasure cruise
All the while pickling a liver...
Who's the accelerant in this pyre?
Maybe it was those green eyes
Gazing within the lunatic asylum
As opposite attractions drawn
Moths dancing the flame
Beneath the spoon
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
Baby I'm not a heroin girl
Cocaine cowbell speed freak
Baby gotta confess
It's oblivion I seek
Hand in hand riding the lighting
Prescription pètes pleasure cruise
All the while pickling a liver...
#lyrics
#steampunk
#PopCulture
206 reads
8 Comments
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