Submissions by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My stage name is Cloven and much of my writing is influenced by a lot of the music and mood of the music I listen to and is often heavier and philosophical in nature.
Exploitation
What are our sins but practice for betrayal
When the grass is always greener where it’s septic
Following in broken patterns like trying to reinvent the wreckage
Innovating evils of the ways we’re duped to entice
Mind platform to a thousand thoughts
Sex sells but the fantasy is overpriced
Dreaming in technicolor nightmares
Charming monsters conceal their scare
Enchanted by the beauty at the surface
The void entreats eyes gazing into darkness with a blank stare
Mind canvas to shades and the messes made
Perception the...
When the grass is always greener where it’s septic
Following in broken patterns like trying to reinvent the wreckage
Innovating evils of the ways we’re duped to entice
Mind platform to a thousand thoughts
Sex sells but the fantasy is overpriced
Dreaming in technicolor nightmares
Charming monsters conceal their scare
Enchanted by the beauty at the surface
The void entreats eyes gazing into darkness with a blank stare
Mind canvas to shades and the messes made
Perception the...
#addiction
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#porn
#sex
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Position of Victory
Learning to count the joy in the trial
When every obstacle is an opportunity to be led through
As patience is produced in the testing of our faith in You
Have Your perfect work and complete what only You can do
I lack nothing, all wisdom abounding in the echo of what is true
It is not in the asking but the faith that accompanies our plea
As we come to You doubtless we make our requests from a position of victory
Prayers spoken taking form from two perspectives to a single mind
Learning to think in the flow of the Spirit for the ways our flesh is...
When every obstacle is an opportunity to be led through
As patience is produced in the testing of our faith in You
Have Your perfect work and complete what only You can do
I lack nothing, all wisdom abounding in the echo of what is true
It is not in the asking but the faith that accompanies our plea
As we come to You doubtless we make our requests from a position of victory
Prayers spoken taking form from two perspectives to a single mind
Learning to think in the flow of the Spirit for the ways our flesh is...
#Christian
#God
#love
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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The Daily Grind
Driven by impulse
Conditioned by this artificial nectar
I drink it in down the vein of my gullet
As I consume from a straw like a plastic injector
My blood the chamber, my heart at gun point, taking a bullet
Is this suicide by way of coming alive
Or just pretending to live as I rely on this vice
Fabrication of this synthetic sunshine
As I slave away and juice up for paradise
Anxiety wrote into the side effects
Pressure rising, sleep on the altar of this shrine
Addicts of nervous energies
Coffee grounds for the daily grind...
Conditioned by this artificial nectar
I drink it in down the vein of my gullet
As I consume from a straw like a plastic injector
My blood the chamber, my heart at gun point, taking a bullet
Is this suicide by way of coming alive
Or just pretending to live as I rely on this vice
Fabrication of this synthetic sunshine
As I slave away and juice up for paradise
Anxiety wrote into the side effects
Pressure rising, sleep on the altar of this shrine
Addicts of nervous energies
Coffee grounds for the daily grind...
#addiction
#drugs
#honesty
#philosophical
#temptation
143 reads
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Schizophrenic Intercessor
How do I bridge the gap in the chasm of these words I utter into the void?
Prayers spoken to brass heavens waiting on answers in transit, stifled by unencumbered hindrances
When I play god in one sided conversations forging faith in the hope of my own expectations
What’s the prognosis when professions are on life support
Inactions suffocating words
Symptoms are the evidence we quantify to fortify anxiety
Going to war with high things that exalt themselves
Imaginations of this sabotage
The word is the chiropractor of these thoughts that are...
Prayers spoken to brass heavens waiting on answers in transit, stifled by unencumbered hindrances
When I play god in one sided conversations forging faith in the hope of my own expectations
What’s the prognosis when professions are on life support
Inactions suffocating words
Symptoms are the evidence we quantify to fortify anxiety
Going to war with high things that exalt themselves
Imaginations of this sabotage
The word is the chiropractor of these thoughts that are...
#corruption
#God
#honesty
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
130 reads
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Creature Comforts
Extortion contortion
Blackmail heart
My guilty conscience without a plea bargain to save my soul
Sate the condemnation against the stacks of achievements
Seeking self worth in steep dreams and vain accomplishments
When survival is an empty endeavor apart from the substance
Shotgun circumstances
Self indulgence of these vain romances
I’m going in circles in my head
When it’s dreams that won’t come true and fantasies for escape
All I’m working towards in this society of financial rape
Violations crave, another moment...
Blackmail heart
My guilty conscience without a plea bargain to save my soul
Sate the condemnation against the stacks of achievements
Seeking self worth in steep dreams and vain accomplishments
When survival is an empty endeavor apart from the substance
Shotgun circumstances
Self indulgence of these vain romances
I’m going in circles in my head
When it’s dreams that won’t come true and fantasies for escape
All I’m working towards in this society of financial rape
Violations crave, another moment...
#addiction
#corruption
#faith
#job
#MentalHealth
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Dirty Bomb
Looking for the words to say what I cannot say
Implications of associations in the undercurrent of self exploitation
The vulnerability of an unsung confession
You do not know what stares you in the face
When heart beats unseen
I ache in silence and keep my secrets
You don’t know me but for the symptoms
I am like the wind, a torrential downpour
I am haunted by ghosts living in cycles of grief for the hells that are the delicacies of devils
I am lethal but I am sick
Heal the affliction of my own venom
Is wrath the only cure left...
Implications of associations in the undercurrent of self exploitation
The vulnerability of an unsung confession
You do not know what stares you in the face
When heart beats unseen
I ache in silence and keep my secrets
You don’t know me but for the symptoms
I am like the wind, a torrential downpour
I am haunted by ghosts living in cycles of grief for the hells that are the delicacies of devils
I am lethal but I am sick
Heal the affliction of my own venom
Is wrath the only cure left...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#lust
#porn
#SelfReflection
249 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)