Submissions by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Zero_Stillness
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2021 3:56am
29th May 2021 3:56am
Underneath the Moon
#friendship
#inspirational
#moon
#water
#aliens
515 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2021 3:53am
29th May 2021 3:53am
Cipher)))O(((rehpiC
Were you voted most likely to succeed?
… Most likely to breed?
… Most likely to sing?
… Most likely to do nothing?
… Most likely to do anything?..
… Most likely to say:
Fuck all yall and everything?..
… We were on the topic of fuck.
or… In this case
Fuck you.
That is… Fuck the system
This got me to thinking
or… Reminiscing.
I thought of an old year book…
Hidden in a dusty nook.
A friend did a drawing of me
clad in characteristic garb...
An over extended arm ...
… Most likely to breed?
… Most likely to sing?
… Most likely to do nothing?
… Most likely to do anything?..
… Most likely to say:
Fuck all yall and everything?..
… We were on the topic of fuck.
or… In this case
Fuck you.
That is… Fuck the system
This got me to thinking
or… Reminiscing.
I thought of an old year book…
Hidden in a dusty nook.
A friend did a drawing of me
clad in characteristic garb...
An over extended arm ...
#BestFriend
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#aliens
#magic
482 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2021 3:35am
28th May 2021 3:35am
To Be Silent
The shrapnel turned the dust and dirt to fractals.
Smoke looked like smog or miasmic wastrels
Of demigod dogged darkened ragged shrapnels.
Where every being walks like solitary mad generals.
In the complex construct of pain induced panopticon.
Take no prisoners and cut throat in a gravitron
Centrifuge of madness deluge as infernal composition.
Blood and tears flowed like a clockwork cruvy creation.
Where you must just walk and make the wheel spin.
Days & nights-nights & days in-sequence-in
Disorder...
Smoke looked like smog or miasmic wastrels
Of demigod dogged darkened ragged shrapnels.
Where every being walks like solitary mad generals.
In the complex construct of pain induced panopticon.
Take no prisoners and cut throat in a gravitron
Centrifuge of madness deluge as infernal composition.
Blood and tears flowed like a clockwork cruvy creation.
Where you must just walk and make the wheel spin.
Days & nights-nights & days in-sequence-in
Disorder...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#symbolism
289 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2021 3:32am
28th May 2021 3:32am
To Will
On our first date we walked around a graveyard (Her idea.)
Engaged in underground conversation.
She was smart, wise, and beautiful.
Is that enough of a description?
I certainly wondered how I had captivated her.
And I definitely felt the fear, at first.
(There are just some things that you just must do.)
She said that she was built like a Campbells Soup can.
She always did say: Why settle when you can select.
I picked her up in my arms, to test the theory.
(She did have a compact body mass ratio.) ...
Engaged in underground conversation.
She was smart, wise, and beautiful.
Is that enough of a description?
I certainly wondered how I had captivated her.
And I definitely felt the fear, at first.
(There are just some things that you just must do.)
She said that she was built like a Campbells Soup can.
She always did say: Why settle when you can select.
I picked her up in my arms, to test the theory.
(She did have a compact body mass ratio.) ...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#symbolism
291 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2021 3:01am
27th May 2021 3:01am
To Dare
There is a train trestle
that crossed a black river
at the edges of my childhood home.
(near a smog factory
waste dump)
There was strange graffiti.
including the word SCHNACKI
so very provocative in it’s mystery.
(painted by hash flayers
or opium eaters?)
And tags that could be deemed: Satanic.
(I’d very much like to hear
you pronounce Satanic)
Years later I returned there
And it was the same
Only dark and abandoned
I had a bottle of liquor in one hand
And a lit...
that crossed a black river
at the edges of my childhood home.
(near a smog factory
waste dump)
There was strange graffiti.
including the word SCHNACKI
so very provocative in it’s mystery.
(painted by hash flayers
or opium eaters?)
And tags that could be deemed: Satanic.
(I’d very much like to hear
you pronounce Satanic)
Years later I returned there
And it was the same
Only dark and abandoned
I had a bottle of liquor in one hand
And a lit...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#symbolism
297 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2021 2:58am
27th May 2021 2:58am
To Know
In the beginning there was clouds.
And your mind was a manorial -
Or perhaps a castle…
Located in the encoding of destiny.
Mine… located on a promontory.
A thousand leagues above the sea.
A castle of many rooms -
As solemn silent as crypts & tombs.
Each wall contained paintings
Framed by space
Super-sensory colors emanating
Out into the space
Some were empty and awaiting
In the ink blot space
For the illuminations & knowings
I invented a pair of midnight wings
To visit far...
And your mind was a manorial -
Or perhaps a castle…
Located in the encoding of destiny.
Mine… located on a promontory.
A thousand leagues above the sea.
A castle of many rooms -
As solemn silent as crypts & tombs.
Each wall contained paintings
Framed by space
Super-sensory colors emanating
Out into the space
Some were empty and awaiting
In the ink blot space
For the illuminations & knowings
I invented a pair of midnight wings
To visit far...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#symbolism
435 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2021 3:37am
26th May 2021 3:37am
The Criminal
I have been trained
or indoctrinated
or…
Manipulated
to
perceive
that everything
I do
or…
Think
is wrong
or…
incorrect
possibly illegal
and
I am a criminal
And you know what happens to criminals
or indoctrinated
or…
Manipulated
to
perceive
that everything
I do
or…
Think
is wrong
or…
incorrect
possibly illegal
and
I am a criminal
And you know what happens to criminals
#dialogue
#philosophical
#symbolism
438 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2021 3:33am
26th May 2021 3:33am
Riders on the Storm
We were led to this place by a ghost, a ghoul, or a numen.
Maybe even a demon...
Walking alone along the roadside of the mind and isolation.
The place where railroad tracks travel out of time’s dimension.
Maybe even time travel…
As creepy lights mark the places of residential construction.
Madness/pure madness in the attainment of the composition.
Maybe even genius…
The alchemy of days and mostly nights over prolonged meditation.
The occasional speeding car light catches a...
Maybe even a demon...
Walking alone along the roadside of the mind and isolation.
The place where railroad tracks travel out of time’s dimension.
Maybe even time travel…
As creepy lights mark the places of residential construction.
Madness/pure madness in the attainment of the composition.
Maybe even genius…
The alchemy of days and mostly nights over prolonged meditation.
The occasional speeding car light catches a...
#beauty
#art
567 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2021 3:29am
25th May 2021 3:29am
Across The Veils
Across the cold vacuums of cosmic ether
and entities -
The entity merged
the gravitational currents
in the cold storage of stasis.
As comets stood still
And meteors stood still
And starlight stood still
Arriving at my window sill
with a deal.
And I reached across the veil
* * *
“It’s a deal.”
and entities -
The entity merged
the gravitational currents
in the cold storage of stasis.
As comets stood still
And meteors stood still
And starlight stood still
Arriving at my window sill
with a deal.
And I reached across the veil
* * *
“It’s a deal.”
#aliens
517 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2021 3:14am
25th May 2021 3:14am
The Hallway of Masks
I journeyed to the hallway of masks -
To inspect the masks
In which I basked.
The phantom spaces in the eyes -
Told such stories
Of such lives.
Hanging like pieces of space -
Recalling the face
They replaced.
As elongated shadows in bloom
Superimpose & consume
The footsteps beneath my feet
In sounds of sands of time
In sights of rolling waves
Encompassing an eternal night
A magical constellation
Replacing all visions of doom
* * *
The times you were alive ...
To inspect the masks
In which I basked.
The phantom spaces in the eyes -
Told such stories
Of such lives.
Hanging like pieces of space -
Recalling the face
They replaced.
As elongated shadows in bloom
Superimpose & consume
The footsteps beneath my feet
In sounds of sands of time
In sights of rolling waves
Encompassing an eternal night
A magical constellation
Replacing all visions of doom
* * *
The times you were alive ...
#LifeAsAWriter
317 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2021 4:17am
24th May 2021 4:17am
Communication As Chess
I was astonished when she responded to my invitation to communicate.
My first communication was atrocious and could not have been worse.
I cannot begin to explain to you the nature of the desert I have just walked through.
To arrive here… Typing this email. What is an email?
In the subsequent nights I gazed out into the darkness in abject horror.
WTF was I thinking. I was thinking, wasn’t I?
And then I retraced the thought process. Yes, I was thinking. But damn.
I am driven by death and the thought that I could be dead, at any...
My first communication was atrocious and could not have been worse.
I cannot begin to explain to you the nature of the desert I have just walked through.
To arrive here… Typing this email. What is an email?
In the subsequent nights I gazed out into the darkness in abject horror.
WTF was I thinking. I was thinking, wasn’t I?
And then I retraced the thought process. Yes, I was thinking. But damn.
I am driven by death and the thought that I could be dead, at any...
#angels
420 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2021 4:13am
24th May 2021 4:13am
The DUP Effect
Warning
May cause moments of spontaneous inspiration and the need to write poetry.
Side Effects Include but are not limited to:
Cutting meetings short to capture an idea.
Pulling over at the side of the highway and sending a text message to yourself.
Rising out of bed in mid REM to document a dream.
Writing single lines on important documents.
Scanning natural environments for hidden secrets.
Ordering Amazon Prime in order to get a next day delivery of a digital recorder.
Carving words into a wall when a pen runs out of ink. ...
May cause moments of spontaneous inspiration and the need to write poetry.
Side Effects Include but are not limited to:
Cutting meetings short to capture an idea.
Pulling over at the side of the highway and sending a text message to yourself.
Rising out of bed in mid REM to document a dream.
Writing single lines on important documents.
Scanning natural environments for hidden secrets.
Ordering Amazon Prime in order to get a next day delivery of a digital recorder.
Carving words into a wall when a pen runs out of ink. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #passion
#PowerOfWords #passion
528 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
