Submissions by ElrondSirfalas
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A spaceman , it's what they call me ... uh , earth to kid .
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2018 10:20pm
15th Nov 2018 10:20pm
Times Like These
Bubbles in the toilet
Ice shards perpetuating
the electric highway
If I looked well
it wouldn't matter
Cliches don't matter
Merely the essence
The poets have been singing our songs all along
Selling out isn't selling out
If you're cool
We could have made the perfect human
But we all started to hate pieces of ourselves
The budhists were right
It's still snowing outside
Ice shards perpetuating
the electric highway
If I looked well
it wouldn't matter
Cliches don't matter
Merely the essence
The poets have been singing our songs all along
Selling out isn't selling out
If you're cool
We could have made the perfect human
But we all started to hate pieces of ourselves
The budhists were right
It's still snowing outside
#identity
516 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2018 4:41am
18th May 2018 4:41am
Wading With A Life Perserver
Now I'm lost in the chances that we're always taken
Over indulgent necessaries that won't seem to die
Synthesized caviar and shadow shifting accomplices
A plebeian degenerate embracing the only path to ambivalence
Eyes bursting at the boundary of a restrictive zero
Pendulum locked into the highest end of the spectrum
Stained skin so troubled by the caress of artificial arousal
The loud music tubes pouring meaning and sensation into my carousel cognition
The obnoxious smoke stack exhausting it's reassuring push
Every imperfect taste...
Over indulgent necessaries that won't seem to die
Synthesized caviar and shadow shifting accomplices
A plebeian degenerate embracing the only path to ambivalence
Eyes bursting at the boundary of a restrictive zero
Pendulum locked into the highest end of the spectrum
Stained skin so troubled by the caress of artificial arousal
The loud music tubes pouring meaning and sensation into my carousel cognition
The obnoxious smoke stack exhausting it's reassuring push
Every imperfect taste...
#hope
760 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2018 6:05am
16th May 2018 6:05am
Survival Insticts
Satisfaction blossoming
on the outskirts of hopelessness
It's faint touch breaching through
the invasive dullness of sadness
Gifting an unexpected euphoria
To the docility that arranges itself
As the only reoccurring expectancy
we cherish in avarice
Reawakening a primordial longing
to seize what quells our inner turmoil
we learn through knowledge
This boredom of beauty
that each sentient being succumbs to
Scheduled rest and over-exertion
Toying with the human instinct
that exists within our...
on the outskirts of hopelessness
It's faint touch breaching through
the invasive dullness of sadness
Gifting an unexpected euphoria
To the docility that arranges itself
As the only reoccurring expectancy
we cherish in avarice
Reawakening a primordial longing
to seize what quells our inner turmoil
we learn through knowledge
This boredom of beauty
that each sentient being succumbs to
Scheduled rest and over-exertion
Toying with the human instinct
that exists within our...
#happiness
#sadness
955 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2018 6:14am
12th May 2018 6:14am
Fermented
Have you spoke with a ghost , real or not ?
Like a currently used ashtray sending elaborate signals unto the bleak modern wall, around your mental workshop ?
Cigarette vapors weaving a delicate stimulation to our corporeal senses
Square eyed screw holes blocking out the sustained vibrations of something other than the blasphemous pursuit that we all pretend to hold in vehemence
What do you say of suffering ?
Can we maintain the hollow reassurance of what was ?
Fragments of nostalgia deluding our here and now
Snapshot stares...
Like a currently used ashtray sending elaborate signals unto the bleak modern wall, around your mental workshop ?
Cigarette vapors weaving a delicate stimulation to our corporeal senses
Square eyed screw holes blocking out the sustained vibrations of something other than the blasphemous pursuit that we all pretend to hold in vehemence
What do you say of suffering ?
Can we maintain the hollow reassurance of what was ?
Fragments of nostalgia deluding our here and now
Snapshot stares...
#jealousy
696 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2018 4:35am
1st May 2018 4:35am
Joy
Voluptuous cheek bones
peering through the hard confines
of my meek and worn facial symmetry
Deceased nerves pulsating
a morbid non existent rhythm
that only pain can sympathize with
A Crooked grin lameness
attempting to conform to an honest smile
Tilted vision
becoming immaculately consistent
with the obtuseness of my own pathetic attempt at happiness
Avoidant roll eyed fuck you's
belching their wicked hey how are you's?
Dismembered connectivity
pleading for something other than
its own reason to be...
peering through the hard confines
of my meek and worn facial symmetry
Deceased nerves pulsating
a morbid non existent rhythm
that only pain can sympathize with
A Crooked grin lameness
attempting to conform to an honest smile
Tilted vision
becoming immaculately consistent
with the obtuseness of my own pathetic attempt at happiness
Avoidant roll eyed fuck you's
belching their wicked hey how are you's?
Dismembered connectivity
pleading for something other than
its own reason to be...
#happiness
986 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2018 00:35am
26th Apr 2018 00:35am
Carrion Destiny
These forgotten remnants of expression,
Have transpired into a self prophecy , a serendipitous ruin
Stacks of lined paper regrets , lying in a supine , sacramental way
Foretelling the inevitable completion of ignorance that has plagued my now-a-days, for a seemingly unending duration of personal despondence
Dis-associated commitments of progression reverberating their invigorating chorus of profound worthlessness
What have I achieved through this exemplary theme ?
Naught but a vain attempt at conceiving an organic excuse to pursue the ineffable...
Have transpired into a self prophecy , a serendipitous ruin
Stacks of lined paper regrets , lying in a supine , sacramental way
Foretelling the inevitable completion of ignorance that has plagued my now-a-days, for a seemingly unending duration of personal despondence
Dis-associated commitments of progression reverberating their invigorating chorus of profound worthlessness
What have I achieved through this exemplary theme ?
Naught but a vain attempt at conceiving an organic excuse to pursue the ineffable...
#fate
779 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2018 10:08pm
25th Apr 2018 10:08pm
Self Induced Solitude
Within this dampened and loathly dungeon
The inconsolable flicker of plastic lamp stutters ,
It's inconsistent glimmer cackles and mutters
A sadistic reminder ; an inaudible percussion
The lurking emptiness , untouched by another
Stagnant air , merely gracing my tasteless tongue
A second hand gift to these worn blackened lungs
Elongating contentment ; my desire left to smother
Calloused vision corroded through monotony
De-sensitized inhibitors begging for upheaval ;
Dormant and yearning , for a...
The inconsolable flicker of plastic lamp stutters ,
It's inconsistent glimmer cackles and mutters
A sadistic reminder ; an inaudible percussion
The lurking emptiness , untouched by another
Stagnant air , merely gracing my tasteless tongue
A second hand gift to these worn blackened lungs
Elongating contentment ; my desire left to smother
Calloused vision corroded through monotony
De-sensitized inhibitors begging for upheaval ;
Dormant and yearning , for a...
#depression
#loneliness
828 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2018 1:39pm
20th Apr 2018 1:39pm
Do The Gods Recycle ? (A Collaboration With Blackwolf)
There Is The Defined And The Abstract
The Raw And Refined And What Is Said To Be Fact
There Are Thoughts , Unformed And Manifest
There Is Mental Stirring And The Mind At Rest
The Id The Idea The Vision Visualization
The Art Of Content Or Contemplation
The Nuance So Subtly And Softly Just Suggested
And Then All The Words To Be Digested ;
Surrender Of Suppression To It's Expansive Counterpart
The Inaudible Creation Of Temporal Substance As The Art
Endless...
The Raw And Refined And What Is Said To Be Fact
There Are Thoughts , Unformed And Manifest
There Is Mental Stirring And The Mind At Rest
The Id The Idea The Vision Visualization
The Art Of Content Or Contemplation
The Nuance So Subtly And Softly Just Suggested
And Then All The Words To Be Digested ;
Surrender Of Suppression To It's Expansive Counterpart
The Inaudible Creation Of Temporal Substance As The Art
Endless...
#birth
#death
#universe #LifeCycle
#universe #LifeCycle
811 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2018 10:19pm
13th Apr 2018 10:19pm
The Burden Of Worship
I watched as the twilight
Traced lines across the contour of your smile
Giving way to the poignant ubiqiuties
of every genuine expression that you gave
Each blemish accenting
the unrecognized exactness
permeating through your veiled
cover-up-dilemma
Acknowledging more
than the fragility
of physical attraction
Cursing the trivial standards
perpetuated by artless fuck boys
and gossip girl cliques
That ransacked your self image
to the point of starvation
and , of mind and body
I could never seem...
Traced lines across the contour of your smile
Giving way to the poignant ubiqiuties
of every genuine expression that you gave
Each blemish accenting
the unrecognized exactness
permeating through your veiled
cover-up-dilemma
Acknowledging more
than the fragility
of physical attraction
Cursing the trivial standards
perpetuated by artless fuck boys
and gossip girl cliques
That ransacked your self image
to the point of starvation
and , of mind and body
I could never seem...
#beauty
924 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2018 11:25pm
11th Apr 2018 11:25pm
Straight Jacket
An Instinctive opposition to stray from comfort
The binding nature of routine and familiarity
pulling the intricate strings of will
Laziness Permeating through
our ingrained necessity to conserve
Full grown children peering into the murky depths
of turmoil and unknown satiation
Counting fathom after fathom
with nothing but speculation and fear
Worst case outcomes emerging
from the invisible border
between fulfillment and imminent regret
Nothing ever quenches completely
With Evanescence at a stones throw
and...
The binding nature of routine and familiarity
pulling the intricate strings of will
Laziness Permeating through
our ingrained necessity to conserve
Full grown children peering into the murky depths
of turmoil and unknown satiation
Counting fathom after fathom
with nothing but speculation and fear
Worst case outcomes emerging
from the invisible border
between fulfillment and imminent regret
Nothing ever quenches completely
With Evanescence at a stones throw
and...
#motivational
791 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2018 5:26pm
8th Apr 2018 5:26pm
Summer Job Genocide
Flipping through the classifieds of our rural newspaper
We circled and scribbled down the help wanted numbers
As the school season came to its celebrated end
Jot - note adverts looking for our cheap hands to work their creed
Factory line machine men , hay bail stackers , quick meal servers and the other etceteras
An abundance of opportunity for all us infant laborers
Hoping to line our pockets with a bit of adulthood
Just to waste it on the embarrassing childhood novelties we still held onto
There was one of those listings that...
We circled and scribbled down the help wanted numbers
As the school season came to its celebrated end
Jot - note adverts looking for our cheap hands to work their creed
Factory line machine men , hay bail stackers , quick meal servers and the other etceteras
An abundance of opportunity for all us infant laborers
Hoping to line our pockets with a bit of adulthood
Just to waste it on the embarrassing childhood novelties we still held onto
There was one of those listings that...
#grief
#summer
#parody
731 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2018 11:11pm
7th Apr 2018 11:11pm
Inception And Culmination (A Collaboration with SourMelon0313)
As silence leaks from these ceilings
And pools right by my ear
I hear my voiceless reason
Converse with itself
Conflicting stances of passion and
Interesting takes on morality
Voiceless voices inside mind
they question & answer
debate & suggest
What shall this seed grow to be...
a solid Tree of Wisdom
or simple grass-field of ideas?
This ensemble of cognition
From my past to another tomorrow
Quarreling amongst themselves
Forming various levels of persuasion
Bribing my...
And pools right by my ear
I hear my voiceless reason
Converse with itself
Conflicting stances of passion and
Interesting takes on morality
Voiceless voices inside mind
they question & answer
debate & suggest
What shall this seed grow to be...
a solid Tree of Wisdom
or simple grass-field of ideas?
This ensemble of cognition
From my past to another tomorrow
Quarreling amongst themselves
Forming various levels of persuasion
Bribing my...
#MyInspiration
851 reads
8 Comments
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