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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 7:52pm
17th Apr 2022 7:52pm
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
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 11:27am
17th Apr 2022 11:27am
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
423 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 1:01am
17th Apr 2022 1:01am
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
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 00:12am
17th Apr 2022 00:12am
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
359 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2022 11:29am
16th Apr 2022 11:29am
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
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5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2022 4:13am
16th Apr 2022 4:13am
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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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 6:31pm
15th Apr 2022 6:31pm
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
370 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 3:44pm
15th Apr 2022 3:44pm
In art...
..what you say
means more than what you are
your voice
should be what’s heard
and mouth unseen
a tune
without a tune-maker
an angel-song
without a harp
a you
without a You
means more than what you are
your voice
should be what’s heard
and mouth unseen
a tune
without a tune-maker
an angel-song
without a harp
a you
without a You
#art
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2022 00:40am
15th Apr 2022 00:40am
Trying to Talk with a Man
i never thought how it must feel
to have to be a mountain -
immovable, impassable -
when you don’t always feel like one
i never thought how it must hurt
when all that comes your way is cars
and you’ve been told to be a road,
though even roads can get potholes
i never dreamed that being you
was hard, too lost in my own pain.
that when you told me how it felt
to be sent back to stand
among the grease fryers, unseen,
as pretty ones were placed upfront,
that you weren’t just lying to me
to have to be a mountain -
immovable, impassable -
when you don’t always feel like one
i never thought how it must hurt
when all that comes your way is cars
and you’ve been told to be a road,
though even roads can get potholes
i never dreamed that being you
was hard, too lost in my own pain.
that when you told me how it felt
to be sent back to stand
among the grease fryers, unseen,
as pretty ones were placed upfront,
that you weren’t just lying to me
#masculinity
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2022 9:05pm
14th Apr 2022 9:05pm
empathy’s reflection
before you can be selfless
you must be selfish
before you can discard yourself
you must have a self to discard
you must be selfish
before you can discard yourself
you must have a self to discard
#love
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Apr 2022 2:32pm
14th Apr 2022 2:32pm
From a Tommy to His Lover
I go to you, your pained and beating heart,
the organ and the Thing that makes you You,
with the tools that are at my disposal:
sight, sound, smell, and touch.
It is a surgical operation, each tool wielded
to open this and that vessel, to determine what's real.
But I do this so that I can also determine
what's real inside me: I find my beating heart
by finding yours, and eating it.
I see your body, shakily undressing itself
in the hard and unadorned light
of this rented room. In a guest house rented
from a woman who'd...
the organ and the Thing that makes you You,
with the tools that are at my disposal:
sight, sound, smell, and touch.
It is a surgical operation, each tool wielded
to open this and that vessel, to determine what's real.
But I do this so that I can also determine
what's real inside me: I find my beating heart
by finding yours, and eating it.
I see your body, shakily undressing itself
in the hard and unadorned light
of this rented room. In a guest house rented
from a woman who'd...
#love
#LGBT
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Apr 2022 4:08pm
13th Apr 2022 4:08pm
Acts of Destruction
Many who have ongoing feelings of fear or anger or hopelessness are never assessed or treated. Too often, they get our attention only if they reach a behavioural crisis." - Sue Klebold
I am actualised in acts of destruction.
First it was frogs in the garden,
their insides glinting in the sun,
mouths formed around a painful O
like so many saints in relief.
Larger people came and went
all through my childhood, one marked "Mum"
and one marked "Dad",
though neither vessel justified
the emotional weight attached to those marks.
...
I am actualised in acts of destruction.
First it was frogs in the garden,
their insides glinting in the sun,
mouths formed around a painful O
like so many saints in relief.
Larger people came and went
all through my childhood, one marked "Mum"
and one marked "Dad",
though neither vessel justified
the emotional weight attached to those marks.
...
#evil
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