Submissions by CompelledToBe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2016 4:38pm
6th Nov 2016 4:38pm
Conjoined Rendezvous
Our skin meshed,
By our tendons underneath,
We were so grateful,
Until you needed more than we,
One by heart,
Three by the feet,
Your elbows now tug against my cheeks,
Trying to rip through the sheath,
And make your run for the prince,
Your passions flow through,
The same veins as me,
So I too want to be consumed,
Spat on,
And cracked open,
Disengaged from the bowels,
Torn off from your head to my toe,
Empty plight,
Of a carcass forlorn,
It's our choices,
That strand the lies,
Off whom we smooch off the...
By our tendons underneath,
We were so grateful,
Until you needed more than we,
One by heart,
Three by the feet,
Your elbows now tug against my cheeks,
Trying to rip through the sheath,
And make your run for the prince,
Your passions flow through,
The same veins as me,
So I too want to be consumed,
Spat on,
And cracked open,
Disengaged from the bowels,
Torn off from your head to my toe,
Empty plight,
Of a carcass forlorn,
It's our choices,
That strand the lies,
Off whom we smooch off the...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Nov 2016 9:59am
6th Nov 2016 9:59am
The Paperbag Ritual
Surrounded by concrete,
Frantic licks of cynical delirium,
The paperbag gapes at me,
Akin to a cavernous chasm,
My head's tucked inside,
The tape circumvents frenetically around the boundary,
And then,
Everything breathes,
In a cryptic, withheld wave,
Seeking succour,
But as we speak,
This frail black heaves,
Sticking against my protracted gasps,
Ah my throat's claiming voice again,
But the paper wears thin,
The air punctures the surface,
Pushing out a slimy concoction of pungent tears,
And decaying sanity, ...
Frantic licks of cynical delirium,
The paperbag gapes at me,
Akin to a cavernous chasm,
My head's tucked inside,
The tape circumvents frenetically around the boundary,
And then,
Everything breathes,
In a cryptic, withheld wave,
Seeking succour,
But as we speak,
This frail black heaves,
Sticking against my protracted gasps,
Ah my throat's claiming voice again,
But the paper wears thin,
The air punctures the surface,
Pushing out a slimy concoction of pungent tears,
And decaying sanity, ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 5:23pm
2nd Nov 2016 5:23pm
Lovesick puppy
Desultory dalliances,
Stripped down passions,
Sipping respite away,
And the quiet of this night,
From the restlessness,
Your cursive lull lends me,
Intertwining with a longing new,
Settling in sombrely,
Beneath the bewitching flux,
Of every brooding follicle,
Of beautiful thought,
Meshed together in this unapologetic,
Saccharine refrain,
In some lonely nook I collapse in,
Somewhere from the sieves of my heart,
This light you turn into,
Resonates throughout this charred,
Fragmented image of a grave...
Stripped down passions,
Sipping respite away,
And the quiet of this night,
From the restlessness,
Your cursive lull lends me,
Intertwining with a longing new,
Settling in sombrely,
Beneath the bewitching flux,
Of every brooding follicle,
Of beautiful thought,
Meshed together in this unapologetic,
Saccharine refrain,
In some lonely nook I collapse in,
Somewhere from the sieves of my heart,
This light you turn into,
Resonates throughout this charred,
Fragmented image of a grave...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2016 11:35am
2nd Nov 2016 11:35am
Cassettes and Pocket Monsters
Crimson pauses,
Dripping onto the reels,
I fancy a lick,
On the plastic tapestry,
Awash with scratches,
And eschewed remedies,
Saving a memory just in case,
Just in case,
Reminiscence might end up being,
My only pastime,
The whiff of fresh incisors,
Of a malodorous reverie gnawing away,
The parting cavity of a nascent requiem.
There's almost a macabre vein,
To my puckish pursuit of silver linings,
That define my dolorous penchant for celluloid nothings,
Talk about lucid memories,
There's my frail limbs,
And a...
Dripping onto the reels,
I fancy a lick,
On the plastic tapestry,
Awash with scratches,
And eschewed remedies,
Saving a memory just in case,
Just in case,
Reminiscence might end up being,
My only pastime,
The whiff of fresh incisors,
Of a malodorous reverie gnawing away,
The parting cavity of a nascent requiem.
There's almost a macabre vein,
To my puckish pursuit of silver linings,
That define my dolorous penchant for celluloid nothings,
Talk about lucid memories,
There's my frail limbs,
And a...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Aug 2016 3:49pm
25th Aug 2016 3:49pm
Putting together a butterfly
Kneeling against these creaky doors,
Lazily carving incisions,
To take back my skin from the pain,
Then I decided to spew out,
A chalice of apparent relief,
And fall into the puddle,
Letting the tears benumb the stench,
My insides clenched onto the despair,
Pressing back against what has now turned to regret,
I trace a smile into the filth,
And she had leftover pills for eyes,
A chuckle escaped,
And I almost fell in love with the curves,
Conjoining that feckless grin,
There was alas,
Not big enough of this canvas,
To draw her a...
Lazily carving incisions,
To take back my skin from the pain,
Then I decided to spew out,
A chalice of apparent relief,
And fall into the puddle,
Letting the tears benumb the stench,
My insides clenched onto the despair,
Pressing back against what has now turned to regret,
I trace a smile into the filth,
And she had leftover pills for eyes,
A chuckle escaped,
And I almost fell in love with the curves,
Conjoining that feckless grin,
There was alas,
Not big enough of this canvas,
To draw her a...
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