Submissions by Eccentric
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I mangle the fence of finding self or simple letting those sleeping dogs rest...
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 9:20pm
20th Mar 2013 9:20pm
~Lacrimat~
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness of the cry.
I want words as rough
... as virgin rocks.” - Verb.”
― Pablo Neruda
It’s a moment when pain and anger settles…
it’s dead weight presses against solar plexus..
trigger’s those spasms from a touch...and memories
of fingers soft as a whisper brings a craving
or this longing to have love near again…
That's when we appear..
When his pleading words become
uncontrollable sobbing….
~freeing~
…...
I want to touch the fire in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness of the cry.
I want words as rough
... as virgin rocks.” - Verb.”
― Pablo Neruda
It’s a moment when pain and anger settles…
it’s dead weight presses against solar plexus..
trigger’s those spasms from a touch...and memories
of fingers soft as a whisper brings a craving
or this longing to have love near again…
That's when we appear..
When his pleading words become
uncontrollable sobbing….
~freeing~
…...
#love
#rain
#PabloNeruda
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 5:58am
20th Mar 2013 5:58am
Write me another shot
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
Ray Bradbury
I needed to lose myself between verbs that burned
as they slipped passed my modify lips, spilled from my
lungs adjectives that left me weeping unspoken moans
from pens, as my pain leaked on pages after each
delicate sip..
Let me hold them in my mouth until the acid begin to numb my tongue
and my hands shook as if stirring a glass of aged brandy
as the scent of ink tickles my nose, I inhale words intoxicating
fumes. Became dizzy with the need to release a few...
Ray Bradbury
I needed to lose myself between verbs that burned
as they slipped passed my modify lips, spilled from my
lungs adjectives that left me weeping unspoken moans
from pens, as my pain leaked on pages after each
delicate sip..
Let me hold them in my mouth until the acid begin to numb my tongue
and my hands shook as if stirring a glass of aged brandy
as the scent of ink tickles my nose, I inhale words intoxicating
fumes. Became dizzy with the need to release a few...
665 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 6:23am
19th Mar 2013 6:23am
Deranged Embodiment
We were a spastic legion, convulsing
within one delirious being. Like
untamed titans we clashed on the fields
of her decrepit mind. While She long for
simplicity for the worn duplicate
of her forge self.Leaving neither
shell nor form just an unavailing
vociferate muted between the
folds of hers scatter dreams and max
out reality.
Where our raving scream pierced
her swollen eardrum soundly pounding
out lucidness calming quiet. Making
it easy for my arrogance to take form.
No longer could I be a part of such
uncontrollable...
within one delirious being. Like
untamed titans we clashed on the fields
of her decrepit mind. While She long for
simplicity for the worn duplicate
of her forge self.Leaving neither
shell nor form just an unavailing
vociferate muted between the
folds of hers scatter dreams and max
out reality.
Where our raving scream pierced
her swollen eardrum soundly pounding
out lucidness calming quiet. Making
it easy for my arrogance to take form.
No longer could I be a part of such
uncontrollable...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 4:27pm
18th Mar 2013 4:27pm
Tears of Truth
Carries the crushing weight of scarring, despite the
gentleness of tongues, the soft caress of hands or
the body feeble attempt at comfort... these tears rips
the quintessence from a forgotten heart ,
removed blinders exposing the truth of a moment
capture at its grandest form, now on a decline
like a faucet slow leak, becoming a constant stream
over flooding the heart ,as the mind continue
pushing truth back believing that this... this
halfhearted attempt at happiness is working...
When faces in mirrors only reflect the side view
because...
gentleness of tongues, the soft caress of hands or
the body feeble attempt at comfort... these tears rips
the quintessence from a forgotten heart ,
removed blinders exposing the truth of a moment
capture at its grandest form, now on a decline
like a faucet slow leak, becoming a constant stream
over flooding the heart ,as the mind continue
pushing truth back believing that this... this
halfhearted attempt at happiness is working...
When faces in mirrors only reflect the side view
because...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 3:32pm
18th Mar 2013 3:32pm
Within the LInes
Lines create an experience beyond the literal.
There is so much potential in losing and finding
the line again.Like letting go and being awakened.
Lines, like music,create potential for mystery.
(Linda Saccoccio)
I learned
to paint in the dark..
tracing lines
that
( Palpitated )
beneath
fingertips
each vertical flutter
voiced beneath
your skin..
finger painted your soul between
the folds of my riven as I set modifying
metaphorically speaking with abstract strokes
of my pen…....
There is so much potential in losing and finding
the line again.Like letting go and being awakened.
Lines, like music,create potential for mystery.
(Linda Saccoccio)
I learned
to paint in the dark..
tracing lines
that
( Palpitated )
beneath
fingertips
each vertical flutter
voiced beneath
your skin..
finger painted your soul between
the folds of my riven as I set modifying
metaphorically speaking with abstract strokes
of my pen…....
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 6:46am
18th Mar 2013 6:46am
Vanity
A mortal friend I am not.. I am the mother of envy, and the father of greed..
my claws pierce and punchers flesh like rusty needles, the cost for my beauty
is the nips and tucks feeding their over indulgence need to be anything other than
the worm at the end of life aging bottle. From implants to injection
these sycophants maim and mangle their flesh, leaving my insignia
engraved in serial numbers..
Mendacious eyes are my acquaintance, illuminating my chronicles
beneath eyeliners as crowfeet maps the midnight hour around
dark eye...
my claws pierce and punchers flesh like rusty needles, the cost for my beauty
is the nips and tucks feeding their over indulgence need to be anything other than
the worm at the end of life aging bottle. From implants to injection
these sycophants maim and mangle their flesh, leaving my insignia
engraved in serial numbers..
Mendacious eyes are my acquaintance, illuminating my chronicles
beneath eyeliners as crowfeet maps the midnight hour around
dark eye...
798 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 6:26am
18th Mar 2013 6:26am
Forever Chasing
I was once her soul…
Bond to such beauty was humbling
Watching her body graceful glide
Would leave me lost in the sway of her hips..
Forever following her whimsical track
I long to feel one blistering touch
from her fingers…to burn
until bone turn into cinder
and I became apart of her
wastelands or the aftermath
of her rage..
but even then I would need to following in her
wake.. so I became the teasing wind feeding her flame
with each new breath..
...
Bond to such beauty was humbling
Watching her body graceful glide
Would leave me lost in the sway of her hips..
Forever following her whimsical track
I long to feel one blistering touch
from her fingers…to burn
until bone turn into cinder
and I became apart of her
wastelands or the aftermath
of her rage..
but even then I would need to following in her
wake.. so I became the teasing wind feeding her flame
with each new breath..
...
557 reads
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