Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 8:12am
8th Feb 2019 8:12am
Mutually Assured Nirvana at Hell
I drool over the cross coffin until it beeps red,
remembering there have never been children
or an innocent one in the Earth that's kept a silent blue
in its self-oppression.
When I look into the eyes of this chaos,
it undoes the sense of rubble
and rips lack down through its green to an unmeasure.
To touch this hollow with my fingers, lick it over my tongue
and float my butterfly eyes
past the atoms of an existence, off bubbles of shells of darkness
into that muzzle
and hold this world to the thread of cocoons from...
remembering there have never been children
or an innocent one in the Earth that's kept a silent blue
in its self-oppression.
When I look into the eyes of this chaos,
it undoes the sense of rubble
and rips lack down through its green to an unmeasure.
To touch this hollow with my fingers, lick it over my tongue
and float my butterfly eyes
past the atoms of an existence, off bubbles of shells of darkness
into that muzzle
and hold this world to the thread of cocoons from...
#depression
#dark
#death
#apocalypse
#escape
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 2:31am
8th Feb 2019 2:31am
Undefined Page
The pills placate the wanderer off limbs
back to the conscience by the sea.
But the drums draw still further
into the arms of the nitrogen mammoth along the wind.
Waking again unintentionally
(Don't the eyes seem more to panic?)
up to a box top of a pocket room.
No one jumps willingly,
but the anonymous relieved the gravity
that unevens scales
of poppy seed, then politic
in which companionship weighs
as corroborated with books on normality
spread through viruses of the ear.
To reduce this fever to the...
back to the conscience by the sea.
But the drums draw still further
into the arms of the nitrogen mammoth along the wind.
Waking again unintentionally
(Don't the eyes seem more to panic?)
up to a box top of a pocket room.
No one jumps willingly,
but the anonymous relieved the gravity
that unevens scales
of poppy seed, then politic
in which companionship weighs
as corroborated with books on normality
spread through viruses of the ear.
To reduce this fever to the...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#escape
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2019 7:52pm
6th Feb 2019 7:52pm
Domestication Clank
Twiddling away common-space
by a flashlight spear to the head,
making strokes to the roof
its transcendence,
the cactus holds over in puddle's dirt
watching the rain of urban wilderness
knock violently its acidity
against vinyl trees.
Maybe we'll meet with Thoreau
in a squirrelly town past the window,
but with roots undergrown,
the anarchy of this showlight
reflects back until the noon drops over crib bars
raising the sky.
Turned for fluorescent bulb
and drank it into monotony. ...
by a flashlight spear to the head,
making strokes to the roof
its transcendence,
the cactus holds over in puddle's dirt
watching the rain of urban wilderness
knock violently its acidity
against vinyl trees.
Maybe we'll meet with Thoreau
in a squirrelly town past the window,
but with roots undergrown,
the anarchy of this showlight
reflects back until the noon drops over crib bars
raising the sky.
Turned for fluorescent bulb
and drank it into monotony. ...
#nature
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2019 2:59am
5th Feb 2019 2:59am
Cure Penalty
A blind shade injected through a cranial straw,
and the flowers twirled off
on a ballerina's calloused sole.
The nerve pulses broke in star fall
through the livid canvas of a solitary cage.
The brain faltered, but pumped sodium rock.
There are doctors, doctors that fix,
doctors that heal. In this contortion of coordinate grids of spliced concept,
the images of screamers of reproach
fought the needle out.
There are doctors. They are killers of the virus.
The stars coalesced into one sun
seen to in...
and the flowers twirled off
on a ballerina's calloused sole.
The nerve pulses broke in star fall
through the livid canvas of a solitary cage.
The brain faltered, but pumped sodium rock.
There are doctors, doctors that fix,
doctors that heal. In this contortion of coordinate grids of spliced concept,
the images of screamers of reproach
fought the needle out.
There are doctors. They are killers of the virus.
The stars coalesced into one sun
seen to in...
#death
#humankind
#morality
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2019 2:56pm
4th Feb 2019 2:56pm
Of Backgrounds
The blank on the sky's impression
enveloped the forest first
at the angle of the branch's admission
to rustling for a sunrise
of the flood erased
in the blue Danube vapor.
Then a mountain
chuckled into the cloud sphere,
howling until cut by the Earth's tilt
that immersed it in Rayleigh
scattering of a blanket pig
they float in the moulds of cotton.
The skyscraper scratched the face past day,
bled the sun down to shadows overcast.
Humans thumb at scenery.
Only magicians...
enveloped the forest first
at the angle of the branch's admission
to rustling for a sunrise
of the flood erased
in the blue Danube vapor.
Then a mountain
chuckled into the cloud sphere,
howling until cut by the Earth's tilt
that immersed it in Rayleigh
scattering of a blanket pig
they float in the moulds of cotton.
The skyscraper scratched the face past day,
bled the sun down to shadows overcast.
Humans thumb at scenery.
Only magicians...
#nature
#humankind
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2019 7:25am
29th Jan 2019 7:25am
The Writer's Will
The window plunges as the old tree coughs.
Take these leaves from the tube of my socks.
Brace my heart; I don't have ribs.
Pencils twist on my vortical ears.
Can you speak with less powder?
And I'll smoke with less tea in the portable icer.
I'm a fan of a faun that steeled through a caravan in December.
I'll disappear.
The pushpins hang a note
D possibly,
but cold air collapses to a timbre
that only bates bowls of oxygen from the breast ...
Take these leaves from the tube of my socks.
Brace my heart; I don't have ribs.
Pencils twist on my vortical ears.
Can you speak with less powder?
And I'll smoke with less tea in the portable icer.
I'm a fan of a faun that steeled through a caravan in December.
I'll disappear.
The pushpins hang a note
D possibly,
but cold air collapses to a timbre
that only bates bowls of oxygen from the breast ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#LifeCycle #escape
#LifeCycle #escape
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2019 9:22pm
23rd Jan 2019 9:22pm
Cortico Kettledrum
This is the medication of the world stage,
that, in this withdrawal of the herb into its powder
past the rocks of its ancestor's molded bones,
off-greens and stagnant blues cess expel the fringes dangling off the brain.
Clip, snip, chip, nip
neurotic plunder asunder raids, raves of thunder
up the castle hall where a maverick upchucked paint from the brush tip
that spun the flames of night in the cold.
This vortical home isolation.
Give us the medication of the world.
The town stretches up on both...
that, in this withdrawal of the herb into its powder
past the rocks of its ancestor's molded bones,
off-greens and stagnant blues cess expel the fringes dangling off the brain.
Clip, snip, chip, nip
neurotic plunder asunder raids, raves of thunder
up the castle hall where a maverick upchucked paint from the brush tip
that spun the flames of night in the cold.
This vortical home isolation.
Give us the medication of the world.
The town stretches up on both...
#city
#MentalHealth
#learning #philosophical
#learning #philosophical
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2019 10:36am
21st Jan 2019 10:36am
Ascent of Wolf-kin
Have you ever drank from the Dipper?
We suckle into a beam of white,
glisten in the sweat of rehearsal.
Moons blush
at the frisk of the earth at the navel
pourn into by the wisping tide.
Arms gripping in gravity
to the flask that coaxed them there
in a tilt to the side,
at last the blood
sewn so red, the body fumed the sprite frost of the balloon air
in keeping through
to the eclipse of a half-bred soul.
A dumbell beaten along the core
chuckling lightly to the chest
its own...
We suckle into a beam of white,
glisten in the sweat of rehearsal.
Moons blush
at the frisk of the earth at the navel
pourn into by the wisping tide.
Arms gripping in gravity
to the flask that coaxed them there
in a tilt to the side,
at last the blood
sewn so red, the body fumed the sprite frost of the balloon air
in keeping through
to the eclipse of a half-bred soul.
A dumbell beaten along the core
chuckling lightly to the chest
its own...
#sex
#moon
#stars
#astronomy
#surreal
486 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2019 10:30am
15th Jan 2019 10:30am
Alpha Gamble Girl
The leaf broke in her fingers.
Winds stole the fragments to a swirl,
laid crumb on this clay roulette.
The crinkling dusk rippled cross over her head,
shot past her like a blend of ocean comets.
But the mirror of the scattered ground
elapsed in a prisonered ghost.
When the grain of lunar helm braids around her head the stars' tiara
and when the gold headlight hangs into the beam of her swept hair at godspeed,
the reflected spirit's erasure from the table of fractioned bread
with the leaf and the grass ...
Winds stole the fragments to a swirl,
laid crumb on this clay roulette.
The crinkling dusk rippled cross over her head,
shot past her like a blend of ocean comets.
But the mirror of the scattered ground
elapsed in a prisonered ghost.
When the grain of lunar helm braids around her head the stars' tiara
and when the gold headlight hangs into the beam of her swept hair at godspeed,
the reflected spirit's erasure from the table of fractioned bread
with the leaf and the grass ...
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2019 4:14pm
13th Jan 2019 4:14pm
Because We're Different
The road is a mountain from which the sunshine bounces
splicing back into the sentiment mist I shattered of blowball.
This hand flops round in the easy wind of an uttering mill goodbye,
retracts
on the red frame.
The image protrudes, but I seal it in steel clips
that rust it off at my headrest.
Awakening in sea water
brimmed up my chest from a pact committed on the back of dreaming,
the back of mine knots under the willow phrases of reality.
That image ...
splicing back into the sentiment mist I shattered of blowball.
This hand flops round in the easy wind of an uttering mill goodbye,
retracts
on the red frame.
The image protrudes, but I seal it in steel clips
that rust it off at my headrest.
Awakening in sea water
brimmed up my chest from a pact committed on the back of dreaming,
the back of mine knots under the willow phrases of reality.
That image ...
#confessional
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2019 12:01pm
10th Jan 2019 12:01pm
Poet of Exile
My memory spliced under a banged circuit tooth
(it was one metaphor spun of spiders a web dipped from smelted stanza)
to forget the vice boxcarred before me as agents of my wisp infatuation
for the cocaine sediment of this world.
Rocks weightless,
eaten out, out by igneous cavity onward phallic drilling to cyclic ideals of my own logos.
The sapien subjects stumble off their brain helms
as the enjambments blow to the head
to each model I bellied in its verse.
The vice shanked up to the mercury vein of the thermostat and...
(it was one metaphor spun of spiders a web dipped from smelted stanza)
to forget the vice boxcarred before me as agents of my wisp infatuation
for the cocaine sediment of this world.
Rocks weightless,
eaten out, out by igneous cavity onward phallic drilling to cyclic ideals of my own logos.
The sapien subjects stumble off their brain helms
as the enjambments blow to the head
to each model I bellied in its verse.
The vice shanked up to the mercury vein of the thermostat and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#escape
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 1:36am
2nd Jan 2019 1:36am
The Honeysuckle Snow of that Unsung New Year
Distilled young sun off gray floaters.
Dry shower through unstrewn touch,
the icelessness fell.
In season,
boldiers of calzon dough beaten through a basedrum
that folds into oversaturated heartwood at the tree hip.
A scratching fur bumps out the glass in a drop of a leather nosegaurd
as ethanol washed out in its melted rocks
the tingling of a bruise.
Repassing the bee's tongue of blows from levee,
30 packed cotton balls brined in a bagged salt sea,
left for residue...
Dry shower through unstrewn touch,
the icelessness fell.
In season,
boldiers of calzon dough beaten through a basedrum
that folds into oversaturated heartwood at the tree hip.
A scratching fur bumps out the glass in a drop of a leather nosegaurd
as ethanol washed out in its melted rocks
the tingling of a bruise.
Repassing the bee's tongue of blows from levee,
30 packed cotton balls brined in a bagged salt sea,
left for residue...
#happiness
#earth
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