Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:26pm
Yesterday 5:26pm
Bullies, Asshats and Other Disruptors of the Peace
I’ve been here for
a little over a year.
I have watched
some people leave
the DU
due to being the
center of attack
by hateful people
who clearly have
nothing better to do
than show others
what giant puss sacks
they are.
I have never personally
come under any
type of attack from
douche canoes...until recently.
I have arrived at a
stage in my life where
I find my tolerance of
fuckwits to be at a low, low
negative five.
For anyone who
chooses to...
a little over a year.
I have watched
some people leave
the DU
due to being the
center of attack
by hateful people
who clearly have
nothing better to do
than show others
what giant puss sacks
they are.
I have never personally
come under any
type of attack from
douche canoes...until recently.
I have arrived at a
stage in my life where
I find my tolerance of
fuckwits to be at a low, low
negative five.
For anyone who
chooses to...
#bullying
45 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Nov 2019 2:00pm
13th Nov 2019 2:00pm
Acid In The Kool Aid
#BDSM
117 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2019 3:39pm
7th Nov 2019 3:39pm
The Random Things I Think About {exhibit A}
I always take care
to be gentle,
so not to pull
your already
fading hair.
So not to burn
your soft, thin
skin.
So not to rap
your head with
the hard plastic dryer.
Typically you look
peaceful,
with an occasional mix
of ever-so-slight
irritation.
I roll the brush around,
focused and
contemplative;
wondering sometimes
if you remember.
I think of the silent
scream that rose
in my chest, stopped
short at my throat.
The pain of hair
yanked at...
to be gentle,
so not to pull
your already
fading hair.
So not to burn
your soft, thin
skin.
So not to rap
your head with
the hard plastic dryer.
Typically you look
peaceful,
with an occasional mix
of ever-so-slight
irritation.
I roll the brush around,
focused and
contemplative;
wondering sometimes
if you remember.
I think of the silent
scream that rose
in my chest, stopped
short at my throat.
The pain of hair
yanked at...
#childhood
#memories
#SelfWorth
63 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:35pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:35pm
“I’m Not Fat, I’m Curvy”
..no, you’re fat.
And it’s more than
just an offensive truth—
it’s an uncomfortable truth.
Uncomfortable to stand or walk
for long periods of time.
Uncomfortable to sit in certain
types of chairs.
Uncomfortable eating in front
of other people because your
conscious of your “self” and so
are “they”.
Uncomfortable in knowing
that if you don’t apply the
breaks and put it in reverse—
...your heart is going to throw
a white flag.
You haven’t gotten here because ...
And it’s more than
just an offensive truth—
it’s an uncomfortable truth.
Uncomfortable to stand or walk
for long periods of time.
Uncomfortable to sit in certain
types of chairs.
Uncomfortable eating in front
of other people because your
conscious of your “self” and so
are “they”.
Uncomfortable in knowing
that if you don’t apply the
breaks and put it in reverse—
...your heart is going to throw
a white flag.
You haven’t gotten here because ...
#anger
#love
#honesty
110 reads
26 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2019 1:23am
2nd Nov 2019 1:23am
Don’t Bother
Tears become
Locked in my throat
Like a stone; ran
Roughshod
Around
My
Inability
To
Ever
Speak my
Deepest fear.
For here, we
Live
Under
A silver lining;
Devised
By one who
Seeks
To
Avoid the harsh
Glare of
Reality.
I live in
A hell,
Ripe with
“How are you”—
while
Drowning
In closed ears.
Locked in my throat
Like a stone; ran
Roughshod
Around
My
Inability
To
Ever
Speak my
Deepest fear.
For here, we
Live
Under
A silver lining;
Devised
By one who
Seeks
To
Avoid the harsh
Glare of
Reality.
I live in
A hell,
Ripe with
“How are you”—
while
Drowning
In closed ears.
#sadness
84 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Oct 2019 1:59pm
28th Oct 2019 1:59pm
Facts
There is nothing but time.
Oddly, no one ever has any.
Oddly, no one ever has any.
#TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2019 8:12pm
27th Oct 2019 8:12pm
Grey Walls
I’m done with the
lukewarm
bath of
“checked out”
that
makes up
your
everyday existence.
Pick your
fucking
path
and start
walking.
lukewarm
bath of
“checked out”
that
makes up
your
everyday existence.
Pick your
fucking
path
and start
walking.
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2019 4:03pm
26th Oct 2019 4:03pm
Reminders
I’ve never processed death
in an average way. The loss
hurts—
but death happens. you go on.
Enter cancer.
If you had
any lingering holdouts
about your
mortality...
...you don’t now.
Enter the group.
We are
all there for the
same purpose. United
by one common thread.
{Survivors}
You see it enough that
you can pull on
any-ole scrap
of cover to hide
your shrieking mortality,
Then one day, the cover
slips—
and like a...
in an average way. The loss
hurts—
but death happens. you go on.
Enter cancer.
If you had
any lingering holdouts
about your
mortality...
...you don’t now.
Enter the group.
We are
all there for the
same purpose. United
by one common thread.
{Survivors}
You see it enough that
you can pull on
any-ole scrap
of cover to hide
your shrieking mortality,
Then one day, the cover
slips—
and like a...
#sadness
#anger
#death
80 reads
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2019 00:56am
23rd Oct 2019 00:56am
Dancing Doll
She sinks her windpipe
around the pole as she clutches
her starry wide eyes; my grin,
the last vision to flash like
heaven’s gate before
she dies.
My expectant, reverent
anticipation escapes
my lungs—
…no breath moves to fill hers.
The deepest night hides our secret game.
Silvery treetops cover the stench of the flame.
Wisps of smoke curl ‘round your mane.
I’m sorry, I never caught your name.
A delicate dance I think
we swayed; your feet were
light as a feather—
your legs...
around the pole as she clutches
her starry wide eyes; my grin,
the last vision to flash like
heaven’s gate before
she dies.
My expectant, reverent
anticipation escapes
my lungs—
…no breath moves to fill hers.
The deepest night hides our secret game.
Silvery treetops cover the stench of the flame.
Wisps of smoke curl ‘round your mane.
I’m sorry, I never caught your name.
A delicate dance I think
we swayed; your feet were
light as a feather—
your legs...
#dark
#death
#evil
110 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 5:15pm
11th Oct 2019 5:15pm
Seams
There is a (sort of) understated
admiration for the handiwork; but I
can see your penchant for haute
couture. It’s elegant and refined.
You appreciate the silk brocade and
tiny, hand-sewn pearly detail.
But you play it safe...
the only thing you need worry
about is staining that silky cream,
tea-rose adorned gown with a
piping hot cup of English Breakfast.
Give me Avant-Garde!
To burst the head in a halo
of succulent plumes—
the eyes hidden by black organza.
Golden, metal shoulders,...
admiration for the handiwork; but I
can see your penchant for haute
couture. It’s elegant and refined.
You appreciate the silk brocade and
tiny, hand-sewn pearly detail.
But you play it safe...
the only thing you need worry
about is staining that silky cream,
tea-rose adorned gown with a
piping hot cup of English Breakfast.
Give me Avant-Garde!
To burst the head in a halo
of succulent plumes—
the eyes hidden by black organza.
Golden, metal shoulders,...
#love
127 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Oct 2019 8:01pm
9th Oct 2019 8:01pm
Black Nectar
A red moon hangs luminous
in the blush of a night sky--
pouring gossamer tendrils of
fire through the canopy
of autumn tinged leaves.
Mistress Night beckons my
lissome steps to the streams edge;
in the murky depths I see
your face, reflected through the ripples
of our ancient time.
My knees are beckoned by the
Earth. Elemental gesture of arched
invocation; you are the impetus
of my sexual birth.
Your fingers pierce the surface
of my mind, leaving...
in the blush of a night sky--
pouring gossamer tendrils of
fire through the canopy
of autumn tinged leaves.
Mistress Night beckons my
lissome steps to the streams edge;
in the murky depths I see
your face, reflected through the ripples
of our ancient time.
My knees are beckoned by the
Earth. Elemental gesture of arched
invocation; you are the impetus
of my sexual birth.
Your fingers pierce the surface
of my mind, leaving...
#dark
#death
296 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2019 1:45am
30th Sep 2019 1:45am
The Angel of Darkness
Like Magic, the lobotomist
ruined everyone’s Great
Expectations—
he was forced to usher in
The Resurrectionist in hopes
of bringing this madman, Drood,
back from the Damned.
The Reanimators failed; and tucked
away in the Mortuary Confidential
one can find the Confessions of a Funeral Director—
spilling his Chronicles of Darkness
about a Survivor bought and paid
for by Original Sin.
Book Titles/Author(s)
The Angel of Darkness ~ Caleb Carr
the lobotomist ~ jack...
ruined everyone’s Great
Expectations—
he was forced to usher in
The Resurrectionist in hopes
of bringing this madman, Drood,
back from the Damned.
The Reanimators failed; and tucked
away in the Mortuary Confidential
one can find the Confessions of a Funeral Director—
spilling his Chronicles of Darkness
about a Survivor bought and paid
for by Original Sin.
Book Titles/Author(s)
The Angel of Darkness ~ Caleb Carr
the lobotomist ~ jack...
#dark
#books
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