Submissions by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry on a range of subjects and in a range of styles. My privacy is extremely important to me, though I hope that you enjoy my work and that I enjoy yours.
Giving Yourself to a Woman
he wants to show her love
but cannot speak to her
because he is afraid
of smashing the glass
that is her heart’s window
and so in his desperation
he ties himself to the bed
but not before stripping away
his clothes
and then his skin
but cannot speak to her
because he is afraid
of smashing the glass
that is her heart’s window
and so in his desperation
he ties himself to the bed
but not before stripping away
his clothes
and then his skin
#erotic
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The Joy of Post
for a friend and an aunt, respectively
American stamps are a treat.
This year's ones are Janis Joplin,
blue-skinned and purple-lensed,
a woman in alien form,
two pumpkin-headed silhouettes
in a Gothic window,
playful Autumn spooks,
Disney's Gaston
lain out like Ego's kiss,
a primary-coloured Narcissus,
and a pink
and jolly bedsheet ghost
declaring USA FOREVER.
But even the good old Queen,
depicted as if in bas-relief
against a post-box red,
attached to a small
and...
American stamps are a treat.
This year's ones are Janis Joplin,
blue-skinned and purple-lensed,
a woman in alien form,
two pumpkin-headed silhouettes
in a Gothic window,
playful Autumn spooks,
Disney's Gaston
lain out like Ego's kiss,
a primary-coloured Narcissus,
and a pink
and jolly bedsheet ghost
declaring USA FOREVER.
But even the good old Queen,
depicted as if in bas-relief
against a post-box red,
attached to a small
and...
#friendship
190 reads
2 Comments
An Aggressor
All she wants is him
to be non-violent.
But she can’t be a woman if
she isn’t compliant.
to be non-violent.
But she can’t be a woman if
she isn’t compliant.
#women
344 reads
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Father & Baby Care
I can forgive that you
made me
feel dirty and unloved
because there was a time
when you were confused too
and found your own path
away from that.
and so were trying in your way
to pull the bracken from the path,
to show me where it lay.
but when you did
the bracken struck my face
and blinded me to you
and thus to me as well.
and when I cried you couldn’t see
for you were blinded too,
and anger was the only path you knew,
so stormed it like a lost soldier
and only made...
made me
feel dirty and unloved
because there was a time
when you were confused too
and found your own path
away from that.
and so were trying in your way
to pull the bracken from the path,
to show me where it lay.
but when you did
the bracken struck my face
and blinded me to you
and thus to me as well.
and when I cried you couldn’t see
for you were blinded too,
and anger was the only path you knew,
so stormed it like a lost soldier
and only made...
#fatherhood
213 reads
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For the Worst Poet
to William McGonagall, 1825 to 1902, popularly regarded as an extremely bad poet
You may have been too lost
in forms that other people use, sometimes,
trying to wear Lord Tennyson’s clothes,
to pluck a daffodil with Wordsworth’s hands,
but all your heart was somewhere in those lines.
I picture you walking to Balmoral
to ask Victoria, and thus Victorians,
to make you national poet.
How your legs must have hurt!
(In serving your thoughts and feelings.)
And how it must have hurt when you were told
that she wasn’t home,...
You may have been too lost
in forms that other people use, sometimes,
trying to wear Lord Tennyson’s clothes,
to pluck a daffodil with Wordsworth’s hands,
but all your heart was somewhere in those lines.
I picture you walking to Balmoral
to ask Victoria, and thus Victorians,
to make you national poet.
How your legs must have hurt!
(In serving your thoughts and feelings.)
And how it must have hurt when you were told
that she wasn’t home,...
#WritingPoetry
224 reads
3 Comments
The Lamb and the Scapegoat
a poem for Easter
A white-chocolate lamb is placed
on a dark-wood table and cracked,
to be eaten in shards by all attendees
gathered in the town hall’s upper chamber,
as about 2,000 years ago
something similar happened.
A white-chocolate lamb is placed
on a dark-wood table and cracked,
to be eaten in shards by all attendees
gathered in the town hall’s upper chamber,
as about 2,000 years ago
something similar happened.
#Easter
287 reads
3 Comments
A Victim
He’d rather not be doing it,
he’d rather be alone.
But men are only real
when they’re as hard as stone.
he’d rather be alone.
But men are only real
when they’re as hard as stone.
#violence
#masculinity
385 reads
4 Comments
For a Late Friend
I didn’t know you’d left
until I saw your tomb
stretched out in tears and memories,
a timeline of despair and love.
I wish I could have stretched
across the years of space
and been what you needed,
and been enough for you
as well as me.
I wish I could have been a man
and that you were still a woman.
until I saw your tomb
stretched out in tears and memories,
a timeline of despair and love.
I wish I could have stretched
across the years of space
and been what you needed,
and been enough for you
as well as me.
I wish I could have been a man
and that you were still a woman.
#love
281 reads
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learning to disappear
once when I was small
I hid among books
in my school’s library
now that I’m big
I can go back to where I came from
I hid among books
in my school’s library
now that I’m big
I can go back to where I came from
#SelfWorth
319 reads
6 Comments
To the concept of Pride
would you turn me away
for admitting that I sometimes think
that I could love a woman
like I’d love a man
just as I felt that I’d be turned away
for admitting that I thought
that I could love men
in ways that men love women
for admitting that I sometimes think
that I could love a woman
like I’d love a man
just as I felt that I’d be turned away
for admitting that I thought
that I could love men
in ways that men love women
#love
#LGBT
225 reads
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a dual
sometimes I’m human
and sometimes I’m not
sometimes I wear my father’s clothes -
blue boiler suit and working boots -
and sometimes my mother’s necklace,
rattling like stones underfoot
both beast and boy
and girl and alien
exist inside my thoughts, feelings
I cannot strip away each thing
and find a cogent whole
to jump in
I cannot remove my mother’s necklace.
Like the villainess of an old Italian horror film
I’m pulled by it against the mesh
of an elevator cage
and decapitated.
...
and sometimes I’m not
sometimes I wear my father’s clothes -
blue boiler suit and working boots -
and sometimes my mother’s necklace,
rattling like stones underfoot
both beast and boy
and girl and alien
exist inside my thoughts, feelings
I cannot strip away each thing
and find a cogent whole
to jump in
I cannot remove my mother’s necklace.
Like the villainess of an old Italian horror film
I’m pulled by it against the mesh
of an elevator cage
and decapitated.
...
#identity
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To monsters
I’m sorry that someone
wiped their feet on your soul
and while you need to pay
for what you took
it would be helpful if someone helped you
to clean the tread-marks off
wiped their feet on your soul
and while you need to pay
for what you took
it would be helpful if someone helped you
to clean the tread-marks off
#violence
332 reads
4 Comments
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