Submissions by DarkPandorasKnight
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I once sat on a boulder in the middle of a paddock on a hot, sunny day and let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream, a sigh, a whimper and a cry. I dedicate all of my poems to finding, verbalising and feeling that feeling again.
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 4:29am
17th Aug 2017 4:29am
Just Me
I just want someone to talk to me.
You know that closeness with a person?
Just able to say everything
and feel utterly bare
and not worry.
I feel lonely surrounded by people
because I want closeness
and hate vulnerability.
I push too hard and not hard enough
I'm the midpoint between everything and nothing at all.
Should I apologise? no.
but I do anyway because it's something to say.
I might even say sorry for something that happened years ago
so that we can remember it
or I feel something other than blankness.
You know that closeness with a person?
Just able to say everything
and feel utterly bare
and not worry.
I feel lonely surrounded by people
because I want closeness
and hate vulnerability.
I push too hard and not hard enough
I'm the midpoint between everything and nothing at all.
Should I apologise? no.
but I do anyway because it's something to say.
I might even say sorry for something that happened years ago
so that we can remember it
or I feel something other than blankness.
#LifeChangingMoment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2017 1:13am
17th Aug 2017 1:13am
It's Hard, but I'm Fine
my vernacular isn't nearly enough
to forfeit my feelings on doing it tough.
I'm used to the scratches, the oozes and bruises
and perhaps I'm used to feeling what someone else chooses
and maybe I'm happy to support and protect
I'm happy to see what no one else can detect.
i feel like a monster in a side-view freak show
never quite twisted to never have to know
but tantalisingly emotionless, painted, carved smiles
on top of the varnish of years of denials.
I'm used to being crushed, don't get me wrong
forgive the old bird, but this...
to forfeit my feelings on doing it tough.
I'm used to the scratches, the oozes and bruises
and perhaps I'm used to feeling what someone else chooses
and maybe I'm happy to support and protect
I'm happy to see what no one else can detect.
i feel like a monster in a side-view freak show
never quite twisted to never have to know
but tantalisingly emotionless, painted, carved smiles
on top of the varnish of years of denials.
I'm used to being crushed, don't get me wrong
forgive the old bird, but this...
#PopCulture
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Aug 2017 1:10am
1st Aug 2017 1:10am
It's Like an Accident I'm Proud of :)
You know, I'm a little iffy about all this love stuff.
How did I, a relatively objective
positively opinionated
slightly depressed but also kinda not
normally weird
girl
Start to like one of my friends?
Don't get me wrong, he's really nice guy
he's got eyes the colour of gold in the sun
and his laugh is something
I don't know
special.
He makes me smile at the stupidest of things
like I'm in a fucking teen book.
And secretly, I want it to be Twilight
because then he'd be Jacob and never have a shirt on
...
How did I, a relatively objective
positively opinionated
slightly depressed but also kinda not
normally weird
girl
Start to like one of my friends?
Don't get me wrong, he's really nice guy
he's got eyes the colour of gold in the sun
and his laugh is something
I don't know
special.
He makes me smile at the stupidest of things
like I'm in a fucking teen book.
And secretly, I want it to be Twilight
because then he'd be Jacob and never have a shirt on
...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2017 3:16pm
28th Jul 2017 3:16pm
This is the laughter of death
This is the laughter of death.
The beats in your head and the people all around and there's lights and there's movement and there's people yelling and laughing and talking and lighting up and talking and laughing and drinking and talking and fucking and kissing and fixing themselves to a signpost saying "scarecrow without corn" and it's funny because we guard nothing and hide everything behind a batted eyelid and a smudge of lipstick on the cuff of your boyfriends shirt
In your sisters house.
We hide lies behind jokes
Slamming doors into brick walls because perhaps...
The beats in your head and the people all around and there's lights and there's movement and there's people yelling and laughing and talking and lighting up and talking and laughing and drinking and talking and fucking and kissing and fixing themselves to a signpost saying "scarecrow without corn" and it's funny because we guard nothing and hide everything behind a batted eyelid and a smudge of lipstick on the cuff of your boyfriends shirt
In your sisters house.
We hide lies behind jokes
Slamming doors into brick walls because perhaps...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2017 1:35pm
13th Jun 2017 1:35pm
Loss
It was a relief when she died.
All her tired bones and achy moans
just slowly
softly
slipped away...
-It wasn't violent or painful
no shuddering breaths
or clutching of chests
unspoken words forever hidden behind glassy eyes
just
Acceptance.
A recognition of a parting of ways
as tender and soft as the moment a child wakes up to a bright sky, and a good day.
The procession was filled with dusky gray clouds that hovered around the turn-ed earth with such a cloying arrogance that it...
All her tired bones and achy moans
just slowly
softly
slipped away...
-It wasn't violent or painful
no shuddering breaths
or clutching of chests
unspoken words forever hidden behind glassy eyes
just
Acceptance.
A recognition of a parting of ways
as tender and soft as the moment a child wakes up to a bright sky, and a good day.
The procession was filled with dusky gray clouds that hovered around the turn-ed earth with such a cloying arrogance that it...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2017 1:44am
21st May 2017 1:44am
Hey Mum
There's a creek down the street
Full of spiders rats and thugs
I go there every evening
Because I'm just so fucking done.
I forgot my mothers birthday
And I broke my brothers phone
Daddy's been at work all day
So I sit here all alone.
I tried calling some friends to rescue me
But they were all a-busy
And the workmen just above my head
Don't realise that I'm here.
I guess that I should tell someone
That I'm waiting to be raped.
Maybe that's a sign of madness
Maybe I just need to vape.
...
Full of spiders rats and thugs
I go there every evening
Because I'm just so fucking done.
I forgot my mothers birthday
And I broke my brothers phone
Daddy's been at work all day
So I sit here all alone.
I tried calling some friends to rescue me
But they were all a-busy
And the workmen just above my head
Don't realise that I'm here.
I guess that I should tell someone
That I'm waiting to be raped.
Maybe that's a sign of madness
Maybe I just need to vape.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2017 10:30am
2nd May 2017 10:30am
Echo
thoughts batter into my brain like a steam train without brakes
and I'm sick of disappointing the people who think I have the answers.
My head is as barren as the cold stare of the stars,
weaving endless, pointless narratives on salt-water paper.
I build puzzles out of voices reaching octaves above my own
I'll sink into some entrenched smile/laugh/wave/answer.
Writing this is hollow. Sounds echo in my empty head like drops of water in a cave.
Stalagtites and stalagmites and stagnation is all I have to give
because I get stuck in this cycle of depression...
and I'm sick of disappointing the people who think I have the answers.
My head is as barren as the cold stare of the stars,
weaving endless, pointless narratives on salt-water paper.
I build puzzles out of voices reaching octaves above my own
I'll sink into some entrenched smile/laugh/wave/answer.
Writing this is hollow. Sounds echo in my empty head like drops of water in a cave.
Stalagtites and stalagmites and stagnation is all I have to give
because I get stuck in this cycle of depression...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2017 9:09am
1st May 2017 9:09am
Numbness Maketh Not the Poet
To write like a master
One must feel intensely
As a bow brought to full draw
String to snap, arrow to fly.
Hit someone's heart and deliver some meaning.
To feel intensely
You must be open to emotion
Drawing out each string of conscience
Moulding it like clay
Into words that sit like rocks in minds and warm in bellies.
I will not attain this mastery
The grandiose weavery of emotive wonderment
The soaring of souls and flighty minds is not my calling.
I am as a dead bird in the snow.
Surrounded by static whiteness...
One must feel intensely
As a bow brought to full draw
String to snap, arrow to fly.
Hit someone's heart and deliver some meaning.
To feel intensely
You must be open to emotion
Drawing out each string of conscience
Moulding it like clay
Into words that sit like rocks in minds and warm in bellies.
I will not attain this mastery
The grandiose weavery of emotive wonderment
The soaring of souls and flighty minds is not my calling.
I am as a dead bird in the snow.
Surrounded by static whiteness...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2017 2:26am
27th Mar 2017 2:26am
Inappropriate Behind Closed Doors
The leaves and trees
On the softly singing breeze
A wind chime of a good time
Just one car ride away.
He asked you to a movie
One you want to see
And with his dashing eyes and charming smile
You saw no harm in he.
His soft smooth palm
And quiet charm, made your eyes dance
He kissed you soft under the moon;
A sweet, abrupt romance.
He drove you home
On an open road with happy smiles galore
And kissed you deep under the sky
You slept with him on the floor.
You woke together that morn ...
On the softly singing breeze
A wind chime of a good time
Just one car ride away.
He asked you to a movie
One you want to see
And with his dashing eyes and charming smile
You saw no harm in he.
His soft smooth palm
And quiet charm, made your eyes dance
He kissed you soft under the moon;
A sweet, abrupt romance.
He drove you home
On an open road with happy smiles galore
And kissed you deep under the sky
You slept with him on the floor.
You woke together that morn ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2017 11:25pm
23rd Mar 2017 11:25pm
My Body, My Blood
Jesus in your bed
But I found him in mine
He gave me his body
But he gave you his love.
The Father in your head
But he only appears in mine
There's something about his face
You find quite divine
Christ in your stead
He speaks selfish prayers
Let him inside your heart
Give him body and blood.
Spirit in your soul
I sacrifice myself for you
Only son on the alter
Praying naughts and crosses.
Mary in your life
Drown me in virgin red
Rape of the conscience
"Dance for me, Mary". ...
But I found him in mine
He gave me his body
But he gave you his love.
The Father in your head
But he only appears in mine
There's something about his face
You find quite divine
Christ in your stead
He speaks selfish prayers
Let him inside your heart
Give him body and blood.
Spirit in your soul
I sacrifice myself for you
Only son on the alter
Praying naughts and crosses.
Mary in your life
Drown me in virgin red
Rape of the conscience
"Dance for me, Mary". ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2017 4:58am
23rd Mar 2017 4:58am
I Should Call This Loath, Than Love
This, us, metamorphosed.
Friends, to something where one loves the other,
to something where one is obsessed with the other
in a span of weeks.
Pushing and pulling at my wings
you cut me deep and buried me in stone affection
without a care in the world for my breath
lest it be stolen.
And should my patience be stolen
you shall know the fury I harbour/ed for you.
Chastising those who talk to me, lest they steal me from you
taking your pound of flesh.
Let that blood ooze,
you sicken me. Soaked with the remains of...
Friends, to something where one loves the other,
to something where one is obsessed with the other
in a span of weeks.
Pushing and pulling at my wings
you cut me deep and buried me in stone affection
without a care in the world for my breath
lest it be stolen.
And should my patience be stolen
you shall know the fury I harbour/ed for you.
Chastising those who talk to me, lest they steal me from you
taking your pound of flesh.
Let that blood ooze,
you sicken me. Soaked with the remains of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2017 10:40am
2nd Mar 2017 10:40am
Dear Dad
I screamed at you
and you tossed it all back in my face.
Like every other time.
Emotionally beaten,
black and blue bruises on my soul.
And you demand respect.
Respect and gratitude
undying devotion and love without
even stopping to think.
Do you care?
I wonder now more than ever
and I've reconciled myself.
You will divorce mum.
That, or you'll kill each other
or yourselves.
You married perforce of an
accidental pregnancy from a rebound girlfriend.
I'm sorry I'm here.
I...
and you tossed it all back in my face.
Like every other time.
Emotionally beaten,
black and blue bruises on my soul.
And you demand respect.
Respect and gratitude
undying devotion and love without
even stopping to think.
Do you care?
I wonder now more than ever
and I've reconciled myself.
You will divorce mum.
That, or you'll kill each other
or yourselves.
You married perforce of an
accidental pregnancy from a rebound girlfriend.
I'm sorry I'm here.
I...
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