Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2019 10:48pm
10th May 2019 10:48pm
Dear Cancer,
Fuck you.
#fate
66 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2019 12:06pm
13th Mar 2019 12:06pm
Two
Glass ashtray unfurls;
the Moon riffs on the Dark Side.
Dad's owl is watching.
the Moon riffs on the Dark Side.
Dad's owl is watching.
#childhood
#memories
96 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2019 2:44am
9th Mar 2019 2:44am
The Shackled Pen
An obvious mutiny of words
have been strung together as pearls
loose upon the twine—
flung wide across the heavens.
Pluck them from the space
between our mouths; tiny moons,
dim and dwindling in their
capacity to effect genuine tides.
Maybe your lips, dead as tomes,
flap their pages with the placidity
of dead letters; hanging slack
amidst the stark shackles that bind them.
Here lies a dying breed.
have been strung together as pearls
loose upon the twine—
flung wide across the heavens.
Pluck them from the space
between our mouths; tiny moons,
dim and dwindling in their
capacity to effect genuine tides.
Maybe your lips, dead as tomes,
flap their pages with the placidity
of dead letters; hanging slack
amidst the stark shackles that bind them.
Here lies a dying breed.
#corruption
#politics
#silence #TruthOfLife
#silence #TruthOfLife
111 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2019 00:41am
19th Feb 2019 00:41am
Walking Through Fire
I’ve been blinded, living in my hindsight;
desperately clinging to the contrite.
Foresight is a fury, set to ignite.
desperately clinging to the contrite.
Foresight is a fury, set to ignite.
#SelfDiscovery
96 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2019 4:40am
13th Feb 2019 4:40am
Transience
A sleeper burrows into the mind.
The words trickle through the velum,
like paint along a channel of veins.
They migrate towards the tip of the pen
finding release from this strangled shell;
coating the paper with inky relief.
The words trickle through the velum,
like paint along a channel of veins.
They migrate towards the tip of the pen
finding release from this strangled shell;
coating the paper with inky relief.
#WritingPoetry
136 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2019 3:28am
11th Feb 2019 3:28am
Lament
Your eyes rest in the dark. Unseen is
the bottled filth that threatens to
explode—coating your acumen.
Stop waiting for the dead words
to find your ears; they will not wade
through the flooded dregs to find you.
Reconciled as a harlot of God, you
must raise the gates of perception.
Allow the knowledge of your betrayal
to seep into the fibrous core of your being.
Only then may you come, bent on hollow
knees; begging absolution that only
comes from the blood atonement.
Better your flesh and destruction ...
the bottled filth that threatens to
explode—coating your acumen.
Stop waiting for the dead words
to find your ears; they will not wade
through the flooded dregs to find you.
Reconciled as a harlot of God, you
must raise the gates of perception.
Allow the knowledge of your betrayal
to seep into the fibrous core of your being.
Only then may you come, bent on hollow
knees; begging absolution that only
comes from the blood atonement.
Better your flesh and destruction ...
#lust
#conflict
#religion #temptation
#religion #temptation
91 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2019 3:59am
9th Feb 2019 3:59am
Magic
Darkness caresses this vessel with her
spiny fingers.
The essence— lost to the shrill wind
is buried in her deep loam.
Where is your illumination?
Come with your lantern, swaying
amongst the stars.
Cast their lambent fire
across this dreary sepulture.
Awaken the dreamer.
Call her to the nights embrace; shrouded
in your dark mystery.
So she remains yours, eternal.
spiny fingers.
The essence— lost to the shrill wind
is buried in her deep loam.
Where is your illumination?
Come with your lantern, swaying
amongst the stars.
Cast their lambent fire
across this dreary sepulture.
Awaken the dreamer.
Call her to the nights embrace; shrouded
in your dark mystery.
So she remains yours, eternal.
#death
#stars
#pagan
114 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Feb 2019 2:14pm
8th Feb 2019 2:14pm
Life
She threatens my core.
I bend through the hurricane;
Life cannot break me.
I bend through the hurricane;
Life cannot break me.
#TruthOfLife
93 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2019 4:16am
2nd Feb 2019 4:16am
Polar Love
Take a chisel to
my heart; your only way in.
Keep your dead flowers.
my heart; your only way in.
Keep your dead flowers.
#ValentinesDay
110 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2019 3:18am
1st Feb 2019 3:18am
Corvus
I was languishing in a pool
of somber stagnation when
you peeked into my tiny cage.
A little bird grown silent.
For too long I had
no song to sing.
Into my lungs you breathed
a fiery plume;
filling me with a fervid hunger.
Ravenous, I was; eager to devour
every golden drop of honey that
dripped from your lips.
Caught in your dewy web.
Comfortable in the familiar.
~
But you know, and I know…
Little birds were meant to fly.
of somber stagnation when
you peeked into my tiny cage.
A little bird grown silent.
For too long I had
no song to sing.
Into my lungs you breathed
a fiery plume;
filling me with a fervid hunger.
Ravenous, I was; eager to devour
every golden drop of honey that
dripped from your lips.
Caught in your dewy web.
Comfortable in the familiar.
~
But you know, and I know…
Little birds were meant to fly.
#gratitude
107 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2019 4:43am
31st Jan 2019 4:43am
This is Death
Words fail me.
They do not slink
into my mind
with their hands of solace.
Underworked and overutilized—
they paint splashy titles
without salt to give them flavor.
A blank sheet of
stark realization; a dark moment.
Fear.
Exquisite fear of my past desiccation,
barren of outcome; hanging heavy
in the atmosphere and
suffocating my senses.
I feel a mockery of desperation.
It concedes to my idle contentions—
Would it be, that I am again transfixed
by the weakness of ...
They do not slink
into my mind
with their hands of solace.
Underworked and overutilized—
they paint splashy titles
without salt to give them flavor.
A blank sheet of
stark realization; a dark moment.
Fear.
Exquisite fear of my past desiccation,
barren of outcome; hanging heavy
in the atmosphere and
suffocating my senses.
I feel a mockery of desperation.
It concedes to my idle contentions—
Would it be, that I am again transfixed
by the weakness of ...
#WritersBlock
116 reads
15 Comments
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