Submissions by Fishmander
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write in an effort to better understand myself and others. These reflections are pieces to a larger shade. Thank you for reading.
Self-Portrait
Pondering the knife in my thoughts
I scheme what rhyme chooses to be
Leaking out from times of what was
Twice at night and always a tease
Flinching rough, sand trembles at touch
Bundled, afraid in low roar warmth
I understand textures of rust
Bare hands melting, holding the torch
Losing myself in tones of height
Weightless I learned to mind the gape
I cannot be a present light
In someone elses shadow shape.
I scheme what rhyme chooses to be
Leaking out from times of what was
Twice at night and always a tease
Flinching rough, sand trembles at touch
Bundled, afraid in low roar warmth
I understand textures of rust
Bare hands melting, holding the torch
Losing myself in tones of height
Weightless I learned to mind the gape
I cannot be a present light
In someone elses shadow shape.
#love
#dark
#spiritual #SelfReflection
#spiritual #SelfReflection
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Daywalker
I flirt with wounds, scratch and repeat
By letting them go, walking away
Devil on pause taking backseat
Inviting Sun for Cabernet
Taunt and beg, you pretend and play
Shade of life in the darkest ditch
Hopelessly candid in escape
Oblivion masked on your lips
As your fangs fall into my nape
Choked noises like hungry vultures
And as you bid to desecrate
I poise to fold into your candor
Stirring up spiraling stairways
We both can hardly believe we are real.
By letting them go, walking away
Devil on pause taking backseat
Inviting Sun for Cabernet
Taunt and beg, you pretend and play
Shade of life in the darkest ditch
Hopelessly candid in escape
Oblivion masked on your lips
As your fangs fall into my nape
Choked noises like hungry vultures
And as you bid to desecrate
I poise to fold into your candor
Stirring up spiraling stairways
We both can hardly believe we are real.
#love
#dark
#relationships
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
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Reconstitute
I am fog blind in your sunset
Tired pain waiting to find me
Speaking of fear, love and regrets
Tired rain feeding me to me
You are silhouettes burning cold
Sitting between faded colors
Dealing vices in iris gold
Elusive, high on your alter
Unknown touch of affirmations
Your tender claws tattoo my wrists
Tapped into dark restoration
Forgiveness for wanting more than this
Unknown to all the others
Old enough to be free but never whole.
Tired pain waiting to find me
Speaking of fear, love and regrets
Tired rain feeding me to me
You are silhouettes burning cold
Sitting between faded colors
Dealing vices in iris gold
Elusive, high on your alter
Unknown touch of affirmations
Your tender claws tattoo my wrists
Tapped into dark restoration
Forgiveness for wanting more than this
Unknown to all the others
Old enough to be free but never whole.
#love
#dark
#spiritual #SelfReflection
#spiritual #SelfReflection
116 reads
1 Comment
Binding Agent
Breathless on your wavelength
Bubbles in your soundscape
Blood clot clogging synapse
Between bone, scheming relapse
Euthanized, torn apart
Combine in sacred arts
If happiness is greater than me
Let emptiness plant my tree
Rain to flush their poison
Blocking out the sirens
Fill my mouth with asphalt
Let me speak in sand castles
Bloody mess on the floor
A proud display of gore
Soul flows into fluids
I am a manic tourist
Nothing scorns my throat like water
Purging my sick that's getting...
Bubbles in your soundscape
Blood clot clogging synapse
Between bone, scheming relapse
Euthanized, torn apart
Combine in sacred arts
If happiness is greater than me
Let emptiness plant my tree
Rain to flush their poison
Blocking out the sirens
Fill my mouth with asphalt
Let me speak in sand castles
Bloody mess on the floor
A proud display of gore
Soul flows into fluids
I am a manic tourist
Nothing scorns my throat like water
Purging my sick that's getting...
#love
#dark
#spiritual #SelfReflection
#spiritual #SelfReflection
90 reads
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Dead Air
I miss the lullaby breeze
Crashing into eardrums
Filling me with dreaming
Pitch black moonlit novelties
I hate air without a pulse
Reminds me of sad times
Which confines and flatlines
Ancient language for bad times
I like getting lost in waves
Unannounced stowaway
Something in the ashtray
My mind still thinks it's Sunday
I grieve for possibilities
Only mourning the loss of one.
Crashing into eardrums
Filling me with dreaming
Pitch black moonlit novelties
I hate air without a pulse
Reminds me of sad times
Which confines and flatlines
Ancient language for bad times
I like getting lost in waves
Unannounced stowaway
Something in the ashtray
My mind still thinks it's Sunday
I grieve for possibilities
Only mourning the loss of one.
#love
#dark
#death
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
154 reads
1 Comment
Pillory
Withering wrists
Stakes through ankles
Lick up the shit
While the memory trickles
Feast for the eyes
Unnatural
Hard to disguise
With life as collateral
Pity the bold
Devour reward
Do what your told
Before you die on their sword
Mimic decency, flatter pillory
Dressed in garb of stains of the enemy.
Stakes through ankles
Lick up the shit
While the memory trickles
Feast for the eyes
Unnatural
Hard to disguise
With life as collateral
Pity the bold
Devour reward
Do what your told
Before you die on their sword
Mimic decency, flatter pillory
Dressed in garb of stains of the enemy.
#dark
#spiritual
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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Can't Find Them
Swoon, gaze, somersault, glass
Ensnared by an inkblot trap
Melting crystal, play and toil
Words amoral seethe and boil
I am switched off and sunk in
Chipped away with pieces thin
I'm what you call a black sheep
Sleeping with dogs not Bo-Peep
And the moon doesn't howl back
But sometimes I still dream that
The sky opens up, jaws wide
Swallows me up, do or die
Lay into your apocalypse
Bound to your warmth, not the cold of what is.
Ensnared by an inkblot trap
Melting crystal, play and toil
Words amoral seethe and boil
I am switched off and sunk in
Chipped away with pieces thin
I'm what you call a black sheep
Sleeping with dogs not Bo-Peep
And the moon doesn't howl back
But sometimes I still dream that
The sky opens up, jaws wide
Swallows me up, do or die
Lay into your apocalypse
Bound to your warmth, not the cold of what is.
#love
#dark
#spiritual #SelfReflection
#spiritual #SelfReflection
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Mouthpiece
Distilled acids of me
Carbon copies who failed to reach
Life is pain to relieve
Till we dissolve into nothing
From the absence of words
Emerged darkness alive, sacred
The truth lies in the dirt
And on the tongues of the jaded
My ashen sky in ribbons now
Tethered frail to a holy force
Collecting dust in my heartmind
With remnants of a curse
Will I love you on the way out
Or will I forget and will I repeat?
Carbon copies who failed to reach
Life is pain to relieve
Till we dissolve into nothing
From the absence of words
Emerged darkness alive, sacred
The truth lies in the dirt
And on the tongues of the jaded
My ashen sky in ribbons now
Tethered frail to a holy force
Collecting dust in my heartmind
With remnants of a curse
Will I love you on the way out
Or will I forget and will I repeat?
#love
#dark
#spiritual #SelfReflection
#spiritual #SelfReflection
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Ersatz
Guiding me, cursed touched symmetry
Finite through a tar stained past
Floating among seabeds of my heart
Not pure enough to be a messiah
Though human enough to be your liar
Cold, caressed by arms in a holy fog
Wounds that left me wanting
Unburned and unbridled
Blackened by the thirst of me
Cruel inventions lost, abandoned
These petty idols are always hungry for more.
Finite through a tar stained past
Floating among seabeds of my heart
Not pure enough to be a messiah
Though human enough to be your liar
Cold, caressed by arms in a holy fog
Wounds that left me wanting
Unburned and unbridled
Blackened by the thirst of me
Cruel inventions lost, abandoned
These petty idols are always hungry for more.
#dark
#spiritual
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
138 reads
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Anatomy Of A Ghoul
My limbs blister at midnight
Head stirs with my tongue tied
Horns protrude out upright
Are you sure you want a piece of me?
My fangs would fool you outright
Digits flashing the red light
Breath sweet melancholy ice
Have you ever tasted a dark dream?
My sulfur in your blood trail
Your odor beneath my nails
No heartbeat to rest yourself
Think you could learn to like our color?
The wiles of my somber laughter
Prey on the warmth of living pleasures.
Head stirs with my tongue tied
Horns protrude out upright
Are you sure you want a piece of me?
My fangs would fool you outright
Digits flashing the red light
Breath sweet melancholy ice
Have you ever tasted a dark dream?
My sulfur in your blood trail
Your odor beneath my nails
No heartbeat to rest yourself
Think you could learn to like our color?
The wiles of my somber laughter
Prey on the warmth of living pleasures.
#lust
#dark
#erotic
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
145 reads
2 Comments
Shed Skin
My rugburn sky won't heal
Your full moon eye won't wink back
Somewhere lost on cold fields
Between divine and a chemical trap
The lampposts fizzle out
Coyote scripted swan songs
There is no telling now
Dressed up eclipsed in a meadow of wrongs
Your tender touch in leaves
I'm crumbled up in your fall
Beggar thief on his knees
Supped from your cup, breathe in, a free-for-all
Comb your silence with balms of amber
Wear our violence like shed skin of an adder.
Your full moon eye won't wink back
Somewhere lost on cold fields
Between divine and a chemical trap
The lampposts fizzle out
Coyote scripted swan songs
There is no telling now
Dressed up eclipsed in a meadow of wrongs
Your tender touch in leaves
I'm crumbled up in your fall
Beggar thief on his knees
Supped from your cup, breathe in, a free-for-all
Comb your silence with balms of amber
Wear our violence like shed skin of an adder.
#love
#dark
#nature
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
136 reads
1 Comment
Stage
Caught within your blend of machinery
Caution to the wind I kneel in and fall
I follow aqua down a breeze of memories
Your eyes descend, paint my scenery
Slip, struggle still and cannot decide
If it's blessing or curse with you aligned
Pinched by tender claws I am being purified
Scorched in jaws of a burning scarlet tide
Tattoos, black robes along skies bleeding teal
One hand on the door, other on the seal
Your candid tools twisting on knobs of my soul
The mind slips away, guessing how to feel
Play with the past,...
Caution to the wind I kneel in and fall
I follow aqua down a breeze of memories
Your eyes descend, paint my scenery
Slip, struggle still and cannot decide
If it's blessing or curse with you aligned
Pinched by tender claws I am being purified
Scorched in jaws of a burning scarlet tide
Tattoos, black robes along skies bleeding teal
One hand on the door, other on the seal
Your candid tools twisting on knobs of my soul
The mind slips away, guessing how to feel
Play with the past,...
#love
#dark
#friendship
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
120 reads
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