Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Oct 2021 10:32pm
24th Oct 2021 10:32pm
The Science of Faith
Unwavering faith
in things unseen:
juxtaposed
by things well seen.
in things unseen:
juxtaposed
by things well seen.
#science
#faith
37 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2021 2:29am
24th Oct 2021 2:29am
Godless
I have never had
the devil in my eyes.
Neither has he hidden away
in my blood-drenched heart.
My lungs draw the air, my fingers
feel the earth, my eyes see this
skin and bones sewn by shaky hands.
Oh! Such foulness that I should
feel without spirit. What creation
am I that all recoil, hidden
beneath brim and shadow.
I am denied a soul: my basic essence
nothing more than a black void.
How should man...lo monster,
grasp existence whilst wrapped in arrogance.
You came to me as a beacon of...
the devil in my eyes.
Neither has he hidden away
in my blood-drenched heart.
My lungs draw the air, my fingers
feel the earth, my eyes see this
skin and bones sewn by shaky hands.
Oh! Such foulness that I should
feel without spirit. What creation
am I that all recoil, hidden
beneath brim and shadow.
I am denied a soul: my basic essence
nothing more than a black void.
How should man...lo monster,
grasp existence whilst wrapped in arrogance.
You came to me as a beacon of...
#gothic
57 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2021 9:20pm
2nd Oct 2021 9:20pm
Filament
My worth is woven
with delicate silk strands,
frayed by the vibration
of your words.
with delicate silk strands,
frayed by the vibration
of your words.
#childhood
#minimalist
98 reads
26 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2021 1:39am
14th Sep 2021 1:39am
Saprophytic
Her words form plaited ribbons of lies.
In her web of deception she will weave
serpents tongue and dour disguise.
A saprophyte, feeding to minimize
what the torpid are able to perceive.
Her words form plaited ribbons of lies,
strung together to neutralize
dissent among those who disbelieve
serpents tongue and dour disguise.
She moves with intent as seasons rise,
shackling those she would deceive.
Her words form plaited ribbons of lies.
...
In her web of deception she will weave
serpents tongue and dour disguise.
A saprophyte, feeding to minimize
what the torpid are able to perceive.
Her words form plaited ribbons of lies,
strung together to neutralize
dissent among those who disbelieve
serpents tongue and dour disguise.
She moves with intent as seasons rise,
shackling those she would deceive.
Her words form plaited ribbons of lies.
...
#spiritual
#villanelle
115 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2021 4:25am
10th Sep 2021 4:25am
Washed Out
A Tight Cord~
The first arrow
shattered my trust.
The second arrow
was mine to shoot.
The third arrow
pierced my heart.
Maybe you knew
we were toxic:
walking hand-in-hand
towards perdition.
I never told you how
my cord was wrapped
around you—
I still can't.
~Oil and Water~
They don't mix,
and neither did we.
I lost my soft edges
for a long time, and truthfully
they never fully rounded again.
Despite...
The first arrow
shattered my trust.
The second arrow
was mine to shoot.
The third arrow
pierced my heart.
Maybe you knew
we were toxic:
walking hand-in-hand
towards perdition.
I never told you how
my cord was wrapped
around you—
I still can't.
~Oil and Water~
They don't mix,
and neither did we.
I lost my soft edges
for a long time, and truthfully
they never fully rounded again.
Despite...
#love
96 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2021 9:42pm
4th Sep 2021 9:42pm
One Man's Treasure
Bought a quart
of fake blood today
at the local five and dime.
It's neutralizing
in the trunk of my little red
no, not Corvette.
I'm driving around, hoping
the cap doesn't pop off.
It was a last minute purchase
at the register.
You know how it is.
of fake blood today
at the local five and dime.
It's neutralizing
in the trunk of my little red
no, not Corvette.
I'm driving around, hoping
the cap doesn't pop off.
It was a last minute purchase
at the register.
You know how it is.
#vampires
103 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2021 1:56am
31st Aug 2021 1:56am
The Worst Parts
Somewhere deep inside
I know my scars
eat the prettiest parts.
Dangling on ledges, fingernails dug
in so deep you can't escape.
I can see the longing in your eyes, though
I am paralyzed by some godless force—
Unable to push through the bullshit.
So I stumble, crashing into the surf, lungs
begging fire to take one more breath.
Go ahead...
consume me.
I know my scars
eat the prettiest parts.
Dangling on ledges, fingernails dug
in so deep you can't escape.
I can see the longing in your eyes, though
I am paralyzed by some godless force—
Unable to push through the bullshit.
So I stumble, crashing into the surf, lungs
begging fire to take one more breath.
Go ahead...
consume me.
#sadness
150 reads
26 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2021 3:56am
13th Aug 2021 3:56am
With My Friend, Crow
I.
The sun rises in orange-glow
eastern melodies: tiny
harps plucking chords
of Crows feather.
II.
Something glints, spraying
sun across my glass eyes. Settling into
long-grass, grasping trinkets Crow left.
Tokens of love.
III.
Tresses crown and shape
round forms, black as night.
Crow brings halos to light
the pathways.
IV.
River swells, air stifles. Crow
struts across heat pounded
asphalt, head high.
V....
The sun rises in orange-glow
eastern melodies: tiny
harps plucking chords
of Crows feather.
II.
Something glints, spraying
sun across my glass eyes. Settling into
long-grass, grasping trinkets Crow left.
Tokens of love.
III.
Tresses crown and shape
round forms, black as night.
Crow brings halos to light
the pathways.
IV.
River swells, air stifles. Crow
struts across heat pounded
asphalt, head high.
V....
#dreams
111 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2021 1:57pm
10th Aug 2021 1:57pm
If we should go
Neither cataclysm
nor death
extinguishes the spirit
dwelling within us.
nor death
extinguishes the spirit
dwelling within us.
#spiritual
#minimalist
93 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jul 2021 2:53am
24th Jul 2021 2:53am
Mistaken
I stop along
deep-green rows of corn,
put it in park, step out
and snap a picture.
I don't know why.
It was hard to recognize
what monstrous beast was thrown
into neatly
cut grass, a ragamuffin carcass, bloated
and stiff as an upper lip: one hind leg
reaching for heavens destination.
Motorists pass by—
They stare.
A wave hits me: are they looking
at me, or the lunatic taking the picture.
deep-green rows of corn,
put it in park, step out
and snap a picture.
I don't know why.
It was hard to recognize
what monstrous beast was thrown
into neatly
cut grass, a ragamuffin carcass, bloated
and stiff as an upper lip: one hind leg
reaching for heavens destination.
Motorists pass by—
They stare.
A wave hits me: are they looking
at me, or the lunatic taking the picture.
#anxiety
142 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2021 7:04pm
22nd Jul 2021 7:04pm
tiny conversations
he said
i’m not really
his little ray
of sunshine
but rather
his little drop
of moonlight
and i think
he knows me
so well.
i’m not really
his little ray
of sunshine
but rather
his little drop
of moonlight
and i think
he knows me
so well.
#love
138 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2021 11:01pm
6th Jul 2021 11:01pm
Waking Up in the Midst of Drowning
Deep in the gulf, it simmers with discomposure—
This idea that all of these moving parts
should move as one—
A stately perfection.
Wading through shallow seas, replete with
your whispers about failure; feeling with numb hands
for things that scrape and pierce, allowing
the crux to seep out just a little.
How blind were your eyes, sunken in,
brazenly wild for some kind of color or maybe
just some junction to make it all fit.
Taking the reigns
that directed your own self-worth, the longing ...
This idea that all of these moving parts
should move as one—
A stately perfection.
Wading through shallow seas, replete with
your whispers about failure; feeling with numb hands
for things that scrape and pierce, allowing
the crux to seep out just a little.
How blind were your eyes, sunken in,
brazenly wild for some kind of color or maybe
just some junction to make it all fit.
Taking the reigns
that directed your own self-worth, the longing ...
#power
#LifeChangingMoment
97 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Eerie
