Submissions by CerealKiller
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm something of an enigma, a maverick, a leader of men, a prophet... People in my country call me Mesjasz.....Messiah.
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jun 2011 7:48pm
7th Jun 2011 7:48pm
The Whore I Adore.
How dare they speak to me with such bewitching tones.
I'm human you know?
And i get jealous.
How dare they stand up to mewith such blatant disdain.
I'm special, celestial, not quite presidential...
I know...so leave me some space.
How dare they lie to me with such brazen eyes.
Tongues of the serpent,
eyes of the rodent.
How dare they threaten me with such biting stares.
Ragtag, baghdad
Scumbags and slags.
How fucking dare they take her away.
An hour passed too fast
But I was never built to last.
How dare they...
I'm human you know?
And i get jealous.
How dare they stand up to mewith such blatant disdain.
I'm special, celestial, not quite presidential...
I know...so leave me some space.
How dare they lie to me with such brazen eyes.
Tongues of the serpent,
eyes of the rodent.
How dare they threaten me with such biting stares.
Ragtag, baghdad
Scumbags and slags.
How fucking dare they take her away.
An hour passed too fast
But I was never built to last.
How dare they...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 11:13pm
4th Jun 2011 11:13pm
The Möbius Strip of My Mind
I sit in this chair that's biting at me.
Something on the tip of my tongue,
A word that's snapping at my ankles.
Boredom.
Today I woke up and wrote,
I swam through my head
And took something away.
Poetic License.
I get home and crash out
Fade to black out
The night out
That loud shout
The only thing I got out
Fatigue.
The fear rear's its ugly head
Mine's uglier.
We twist and writhe
As in a centrifuge
An endless paradox
Something had to give way.
Me.
Something on the tip of my tongue,
A word that's snapping at my ankles.
Boredom.
Today I woke up and wrote,
I swam through my head
And took something away.
Poetic License.
I get home and crash out
Fade to black out
The night out
That loud shout
The only thing I got out
Fatigue.
The fear rear's its ugly head
Mine's uglier.
We twist and writhe
As in a centrifuge
An endless paradox
Something had to give way.
Me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 1:09pm
4th Jun 2011 1:09pm
Spilled Milk.
So haphazardous, were these feelings.
I never knew what drove them.
Could I like her, escape within.
With us like them without a word.
Did lust drive us down this beaten path?
Or did infatuation sail us toward our consummation.
In merriment we stood and looked ahead
But I never knew our love was bred.
It couldn't last, these awkward sideways glances
Never knowing what we'd see on eachother's faces
Two years we tugged on eachother's heartstrings,
Sometimes playfully, carressing a harp
other times like beating a drum in...
I never knew what drove them.
Could I like her, escape within.
With us like them without a word.
Did lust drive us down this beaten path?
Or did infatuation sail us toward our consummation.
In merriment we stood and looked ahead
But I never knew our love was bred.
It couldn't last, these awkward sideways glances
Never knowing what we'd see on eachother's faces
Two years we tugged on eachother's heartstrings,
Sometimes playfully, carressing a harp
other times like beating a drum in...
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1 Comment
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