Submissions by DeadiAm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Pain Eternal" (deadiam)
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2019 8:18pm
11th Jan 2019 8:18pm
The Shadows of Yesterday
There are shadows;
shadows that break among trees
and slant upon hills,
that move fast over a barren ground
easily overtaken and altered
by the curve of a vanishing moon.
And such a ground is unforgiving,
hollowed for the graves of people to whom
names once belonged.
Such shadows begin to heel
in the dawn,
labored sounding groans prolonged,
as they cross,
stride,
walk
over Yesterday.
Yesterday now flung downward
is gelid,
cold,
and fragmented;
yesterday is rough with voices
and...
shadows that break among trees
and slant upon hills,
that move fast over a barren ground
easily overtaken and altered
by the curve of a vanishing moon.
And such a ground is unforgiving,
hollowed for the graves of people to whom
names once belonged.
Such shadows begin to heel
in the dawn,
labored sounding groans prolonged,
as they cross,
stride,
walk
over Yesterday.
Yesterday now flung downward
is gelid,
cold,
and fragmented;
yesterday is rough with voices
and...
#sadness
#dark
#shadows
#memories
#emptiness
530 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Dec 2018 10:43pm
28th Dec 2018 10:43pm
Cat
If by chance
I see a cat
I'll feed its corpse
to my pet rat.
I see a cat
I'll feed its corpse
to my pet rat.
#dark
#death
#evil
450 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Dec 2018 9:58pm
7th Dec 2018 9:58pm
Songs for the Dead
Sometimes I forget, and I miss the way
your parting lips would remind me
you were always leaving.
Always packing your bags and opening doors
towards places I've never even dreamed of seeing
until you return with a camera full of pictures of
things I'll never forget, things I'll never know, things
I probably dreamed into being;
and the palms of your hands to
press against mine the sharpest memories I've ever felt,
ever heard, but yet they don't hurt
Some days I smile because it's all I have left.
Some days I...
your parting lips would remind me
you were always leaving.
Always packing your bags and opening doors
towards places I've never even dreamed of seeing
until you return with a camera full of pictures of
things I'll never forget, things I'll never know, things
I probably dreamed into being;
and the palms of your hands to
press against mine the sharpest memories I've ever felt,
ever heard, but yet they don't hurt
Some days I smile because it's all I have left.
Some days I...
#sadness
#death
#LifeCycle
#emptiness
#separation
396 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2018 7:50am
26th Nov 2018 7:50am
On that fair day, she saw death.
Do you remember the corpse we saw, my sweet,
Under the rustling trees that summer morn;
At the turn of the path a loathsome carrion
On a bed of rocks strewn,
With legs raised like a lustful woman,
Boiling and sweating toxins,
Twas spread open, calm and withering,
The chest sunken, lungs expired of air.
The sun beat down on the decaying mass,
As if to melt it through,
This putrid image, amongst the tender vast Mother Nature
All that together she had joined;
The blue sky above looked down on this excellent carcass ...
Under the rustling trees that summer morn;
At the turn of the path a loathsome carrion
On a bed of rocks strewn,
With legs raised like a lustful woman,
Boiling and sweating toxins,
Twas spread open, calm and withering,
The chest sunken, lungs expired of air.
The sun beat down on the decaying mass,
As if to melt it through,
This putrid image, amongst the tender vast Mother Nature
All that together she had joined;
The blue sky above looked down on this excellent carcass ...
#love
#secrets
#beauty
#death
#honesty
426 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2018 7:10am
26th Nov 2018 7:10am
A Puppets Perception
A hint of light pierces through
what felt like eternal darkness.
Who am I?
What am I?
I can't move unless you move me
I'm trapped inside this wooden shell
I hang from my rack and think all day
I swing back and forth as I ponder and dwell.
You have given me eyes,
and you have given me hands
To see and feel what I don't understand
I've yet to break free and explore this world
I'm confined by an army of strings
I want to know what it is to be unrestrained
I have so many questions about so many things
...
what felt like eternal darkness.
Who am I?
What am I?
I can't move unless you move me
I'm trapped inside this wooden shell
I hang from my rack and think all day
I swing back and forth as I ponder and dwell.
You have given me eyes,
and you have given me hands
To see and feel what I don't understand
I've yet to break free and explore this world
I'm confined by an army of strings
I want to know what it is to be unrestrained
I have so many questions about so many things
...
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion #disappointment
#confusion #disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Dec 2017 00:46am
8th Dec 2017 00:46am
Absence of Sleep
The world is melting.
My eyes are wide.
No sense of slumber.
My eyes won't hide.
A bend of numerous days,
all of which have washed away.
Have lead me to this sleepless place,
where insomnia reigns over every face.
Sleep is not a visitor of mine.
The darkness won't embrace me.
My eyelids refuse to surrender to time,
yet long to be set free.
I'm being held captive by my very own head,
and long for the liberating consumption of black.
Taunted am I vigorously with thoughts of bed,
and the...
My eyes are wide.
No sense of slumber.
My eyes won't hide.
A bend of numerous days,
all of which have washed away.
Have lead me to this sleepless place,
where insomnia reigns over every face.
Sleep is not a visitor of mine.
The darkness won't embrace me.
My eyelids refuse to surrender to time,
yet long to be set free.
I'm being held captive by my very own head,
and long for the liberating consumption of black.
Taunted am I vigorously with thoughts of bed,
and the...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2017 9:40am
7th Dec 2017 9:40am
The Last Time I Died
The fear of death doesn't catch my throat.
I have lived over lives without number.
Death seems as familiar
as the embrace of an old friend.
To feel that icy fog in my throat,
the mist in my face.
When the snows begin, and the winds denote.
Closer now to that ever dreary place.
The darkness of the night, and press of the storm.
The post of the dead where death awaits,
the arch fear in visible form.
Where life and or time will go.
For the journey is over, and summit attained.
Where the barriers to life...
I have lived over lives without number.
Death seems as familiar
as the embrace of an old friend.
To feel that icy fog in my throat,
the mist in my face.
When the snows begin, and the winds denote.
Closer now to that ever dreary place.
The darkness of the night, and press of the storm.
The post of the dead where death awaits,
the arch fear in visible form.
Where life and or time will go.
For the journey is over, and summit attained.
Where the barriers to life...
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2017 4:40am
7th Dec 2017 4:40am
From Nothing
From Nothing sprang the light and shade.
Before Time and Place were,
time and Place were not.
From the Emptiness in Nothing,
something thereupon begot.
Must it all have proceeded something?
Perhaps, but more importantly,
what?
Something, the basic aspect of all,
detached from thee, the true original
Into thy unlimited self must insignificant fall.
Yet Something of indomitable power command,
and from abundant emptiness's hand,
begot fire, air, bird, beast, and man.
With form and matter, place...
Before Time and Place were,
time and Place were not.
From the Emptiness in Nothing,
something thereupon begot.
Must it all have proceeded something?
Perhaps, but more importantly,
what?
Something, the basic aspect of all,
detached from thee, the true original
Into thy unlimited self must insignificant fall.
Yet Something of indomitable power command,
and from abundant emptiness's hand,
begot fire, air, bird, beast, and man.
With form and matter, place...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Nov 2017 1:56am
30th Nov 2017 1:56am
Morsel
The mountain of shit I had to climb
to prove myself among you swine
taste nowhere sweet or as divine
as to your meat that I now dine.
to prove myself among you swine
taste nowhere sweet or as divine
as to your meat that I now dine.
780 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2017 8:29pm
27th Nov 2017 8:29pm
The Euphoric Pain of Memory
Entombed in the cold ground -
The deep snow piled above thee, benumbed.
Far, far removed.
Have I forgotten my once former love?
Severed at last by time.
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over ranges, rivers, and shores
Resting their wings where hedge and fern-leaves cover
Thy gentle heart forever, evermore.
Sweet love of youth, excuse if I forget thee
While the tide of life is pushing me along
Firm desires and darker hopes beset me,
Hopes though unclear, cannot do thee wrong
No other light...
The deep snow piled above thee, benumbed.
Far, far removed.
Have I forgotten my once former love?
Severed at last by time.
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over ranges, rivers, and shores
Resting their wings where hedge and fern-leaves cover
Thy gentle heart forever, evermore.
Sweet love of youth, excuse if I forget thee
While the tide of life is pushing me along
Firm desires and darker hopes beset me,
Hopes though unclear, cannot do thee wrong
No other light...
726 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2017 7:20am
26th Nov 2017 7:20am
She Swings
She swings back and forth.
The breeze pushing her along.
Noose tightened,
Her neck twisted into a slow putrid swing.
It's quite despairing to feel,
with sorrowful confidence in how something ends.
From the timely fading consciousness to
the rotting of the skin.
Just like the death displayed here.
Grimly swaying through the trees.
A dove of love whose life became
that stench upon the breeze.
No vengeance will requite the fallen,
and dearly shan't her soul depart.
This carcass serves but as a...
The breeze pushing her along.
Noose tightened,
Her neck twisted into a slow putrid swing.
It's quite despairing to feel,
with sorrowful confidence in how something ends.
From the timely fading consciousness to
the rotting of the skin.
Just like the death displayed here.
Grimly swaying through the trees.
A dove of love whose life became
that stench upon the breeze.
No vengeance will requite the fallen,
and dearly shan't her soul depart.
This carcass serves but as a...
617 reads
3 Comments
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