Submissions by Eerie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2020 4:17pm
24th Feb 2020 4:17pm
My Barren Room
A misty glow spits
basil and licorice root; cavities open
behind a wall of
smooth skin and jagged bone.
A pink glow fills the
corner with ionizing
capabilities. Is it really balancing
electromagnetic radiation?
I’ve had too much ray-gun
poison seeping into
my body— eating its
weight in organs.
Bones rattle inside a
wilting cage, marking me
for the slaughter.
Fear tucks itself
beneath the micro-fiber of
my fevered dreams, while
fingers grasp for the last...
basil and licorice root; cavities open
behind a wall of
smooth skin and jagged bone.
A pink glow fills the
corner with ionizing
capabilities. Is it really balancing
electromagnetic radiation?
I’ve had too much ray-gun
poison seeping into
my body— eating its
weight in organs.
Bones rattle inside a
wilting cage, marking me
for the slaughter.
Fear tucks itself
beneath the micro-fiber of
my fevered dreams, while
fingers grasp for the last...
#anxiety
32 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2020 7:26pm
16th Feb 2020 7:26pm
{distracted by someone else’s magic}
in a world full of
emulators-
create your self.
emulators-
create your self.
#minimalist
55 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2020 3:08pm
14th Feb 2020 3:08pm
Of Friendship and Love
letters
*
emails
*
poems
*
laughter
*
kindness
*
support
*
conversation
*
acceptance
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friendship
*
love
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emails
*
poems
*
laughter
*
kindness
*
support
*
conversation
*
acceptance
*
friendship
*
love
#love
#friendship
#support
72 reads
SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2020 7:26pm
9th Feb 2020 7:26pm
The Bleak Self
A shadow always follows me home
Sometimes to the left, sometimes right
But always an extension of myself.
Sometimes to the left, sometimes right
But always an extension of myself.
#identity
68 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2020 2:40pm
2nd Feb 2020 2:40pm
Lethe
Your virulent lips brush me
with sharp strokes of animus—
my eyes register
surprise; irides shadowed by
growing black holes to my soul.
this terrible heart accelerates—
extraordinary aberration.
Floating
weightless through
channels of liquid starlight,
I dine on nepenthe.
a spectacular
journey through
the cosmos, devoid of my
body and mind.
seeking the uncommonness
of love.
with sharp strokes of animus—
my eyes register
surprise; irides shadowed by
growing black holes to my soul.
this terrible heart accelerates—
extraordinary aberration.
Floating
weightless through
channels of liquid starlight,
I dine on nepenthe.
a spectacular
journey through
the cosmos, devoid of my
body and mind.
seeking the uncommonness
of love.
#dark
#spiritual
59 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2020 2:10pm
22nd Jan 2020 2:10pm
No Common Thread
Lonely despair covers my head with its
grimy hands and pushes me under black waters— I’m dangerously callous,
unable to breathe antiquated behaviors.
My space is full—
overrun with faces equipped with mouths that
rarely open, eyes locked on pixelated worlds of escape.
Is this love or routine? Our dance wobbles off the axis of balance— it may never
right itself. My finger is set to tap the thing over;
spilling out years of anger
and discontent.
My never-ending flaws.
Your constant need to point them out.
...
grimy hands and pushes me under black waters— I’m dangerously callous,
unable to breathe antiquated behaviors.
My space is full—
overrun with faces equipped with mouths that
rarely open, eyes locked on pixelated worlds of escape.
Is this love or routine? Our dance wobbles off the axis of balance— it may never
right itself. My finger is set to tap the thing over;
spilling out years of anger
and discontent.
My never-ending flaws.
Your constant need to point them out.
...
#loneliness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 1:12pm
12th Jan 2020 1:12pm
coming undone
come in and take a seat.
join me for this little confessional.
I’m laying down honesty, because
why hold a lie? we can’t wade
through water this thick with
concrete feet. too many things
have become too hot to touch.
our house burns a strange fury—
its quiet but it hangs in the
air, heavy and stifling.
it’s no secret I’ve changed.
you—so used to a specific me. So used to
it in fact, that you are fully engaged with
your typical modus operandi.
I clean mud from the silk,
but stains are...
join me for this little confessional.
I’m laying down honesty, because
why hold a lie? we can’t wade
through water this thick with
concrete feet. too many things
have become too hot to touch.
our house burns a strange fury—
its quiet but it hangs in the
air, heavy and stifling.
it’s no secret I’ve changed.
you—so used to a specific me. So used to
it in fact, that you are fully engaged with
your typical modus operandi.
I clean mud from the silk,
but stains are...
#relationships
118 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 2:58pm
11th Jan 2020 2:58pm
If Love Were Subjective
Intern him in leather,
boots laced--
whip in hand.
Drop him into
space with industrial
lighting; halo of fringe
creates a burnt aura
of heady luminosity.
I find something of
him in a present
torture;
brought forth from
an epoch so long ago I
barely remember
his eyes.
Hands are memories
that stand the
test of time—
skin ripples in
synchronicity.
A feeling remains
without need to act;
it's burned into the
psyche, so that
the...
boots laced--
whip in hand.
Drop him into
space with industrial
lighting; halo of fringe
creates a burnt aura
of heady luminosity.
I find something of
him in a present
torture;
brought forth from
an epoch so long ago I
barely remember
his eyes.
Hands are memories
that stand the
test of time—
skin ripples in
synchronicity.
A feeling remains
without need to act;
it's burned into the
psyche, so that
the...
#BDSM
#memories
148 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2020 1:45pm
11th Jan 2020 1:45pm
Extradimensional
Trouble is, the veil has always
been thin—
one hand weaves its weird
magic inside the nether world;
meanwhile, feet are
planted in this desolate reality.
Eyes assimilate imposing forms—
they creep around the bends.
Nothing corrupt will come of it.
The light is bright enough
to keep the darkness
outside the window—
Glaring {gnashing teeth}
chest heaving liquid
skin, slick like oil.
Fascination drives curiosity.
Sometimes, these hands touch
things they shouldn’t.
been thin—
one hand weaves its weird
magic inside the nether world;
meanwhile, feet are
planted in this desolate reality.
Eyes assimilate imposing forms—
they creep around the bends.
Nothing corrupt will come of it.
The light is bright enough
to keep the darkness
outside the window—
Glaring {gnashing teeth}
chest heaving liquid
skin, slick like oil.
Fascination drives curiosity.
Sometimes, these hands touch
things they shouldn’t.
#death
#morality
72 reads
23 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
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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
202 reads
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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