Submissions by Fizzle (Ammiture)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fizzle's just this guy, you know?
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2017 3:29pm
27th May 2017 3:29pm
Blessed Defeat
O thine sweet release
Thou aren’t of sleep,
but of peace.
Thy wretched throes
disguise intention.
A poet’s prose:
thine ends clandestine?
Friends of foes
with faux pretention, make this ending sweet.
Undone metre.
Untied feet.
Discovered
stillness.
Heart’s beat.
Heartbeat
heartbeat
heart
...
Thou aren’t of sleep,
but of peace.
Thy wretched throes
disguise intention.
A poet’s prose:
thine ends clandestine?
Friends of foes
with faux pretention, make this ending sweet.
Undone metre.
Untied feet.
Discovered
stillness.
Heart’s beat.
Heartbeat
heartbeat
heart
...
669 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2017 7:30am
26th May 2017 7:30am
227 S Spring Garden
sometimes
I feel like I'm just renting
this life
I feel like I'm just renting
this life
579 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2017 4:02am
26th May 2017 4:02am
The Interstate
Well-wishers always
look you in the eye
when
you see them at your
stops:
gas stations,
diners,
country stores with souvenirs.
In that glimpse you can see them for what they are.
Fellow passengers on this
road of life,
but there’s something...sedentary
about them.
You know the road
intimately.
You sup on asphalt——to them it’s just a snack.
Its curves are more familiar
to you than the woman
in your bed.
The...
look you in the eye
when
you see them at your
stops:
gas stations,
diners,
country stores with souvenirs.
In that glimpse you can see them for what they are.
Fellow passengers on this
road of life,
but there’s something...sedentary
about them.
You know the road
intimately.
You sup on asphalt——to them it’s just a snack.
Its curves are more familiar
to you than the woman
in your bed.
The...
633 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd May 2017 7:49am
22nd May 2017 7:49am
Poet Fight
Proses are read.
Violence. Argue.
Shook her, his suite
And soured hue.
Violence. Argue.
Shook her, his suite
And soured hue.
635 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2017 11:56pm
21st May 2017 11:56pm
sings, numb, leather from three word inspiration
a bird sings outside the window
mocking
my very soul
as i hang here
numb to the world
i wonder how i came to be in this place
i was such a good boy
such a bright boy
they said
he’s going places they said
but they never imagined a place like this
in the half-light
smoky darkness
hands bound
to the ceiling
stretched absurdly
eyes well with tears
when she enters
clad in leather
Vlad awakens
it all fades
...
mocking
my very soul
as i hang here
numb to the world
i wonder how i came to be in this place
i was such a good boy
such a bright boy
they said
he’s going places they said
but they never imagined a place like this
in the half-light
smoky darkness
hands bound
to the ceiling
stretched absurdly
eyes well with tears
when she enters
clad in leather
Vlad awakens
it all fades
...
612 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2017 00:26am
21st May 2017 00:26am
Splitsville
It’s not you, it’s me.
It’s my thirst to be free.
My spirit calls out for more
than what I’ve found behind this door.
My loathing of such resolved containment,
has matured with this arrangement.
The exhilaration this began with,
and which seemed was well established,
has proven fleeting…counterfeit.
The charm which once surrounded it
has faded. It’s been abrogated.
The source from whence ‘twas...
It’s my thirst to be free.
My spirit calls out for more
than what I’ve found behind this door.
My loathing of such resolved containment,
has matured with this arrangement.
The exhilaration this began with,
and which seemed was well established,
has proven fleeting…counterfeit.
The charm which once surrounded it
has faded. It’s been abrogated.
The source from whence ‘twas...
629 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th May 2017 2:53am
17th May 2017 2:53am
Next
Small men in large chairs
Medd’ling in our affairs.
Making decisions of who lives and dies,
Gods among men, in their own eyes .
Choosing what’s best for
Woman and man,
Boy and girl..
Assuming they can.
But whose plan is best,
Working for all the rest;
All of the people in all of the world
The women and men; boys and girls.
Diplomacy is
Quickly dismissed.
Might makes right;
The law of the fists.
The missiles deployed,
The armed forces employed.
Massive destruction is felt...
Medd’ling in our affairs.
Making decisions of who lives and dies,
Gods among men, in their own eyes .
Choosing what’s best for
Woman and man,
Boy and girl..
Assuming they can.
But whose plan is best,
Working for all the rest;
All of the people in all of the world
The women and men; boys and girls.
Diplomacy is
Quickly dismissed.
Might makes right;
The law of the fists.
The missiles deployed,
The armed forces employed.
Massive destruction is felt...
583 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th May 2017 6:59am
8th May 2017 6:59am
I Caught Her Cheating and Lost My Head
Rain slammed against the windshield like buckshot. The wipers slapped in vain, simultaneously creating bands of smeared grime and the torrents that reduce them into a jigsaw of brake-lights, concrete, and ashen sky. Still angered by the thought of my wife with that Neanderthal, I was unconcerned with—perhaps incapable of—focusing on the dawdling, incompetent drivers around me. Stopping, and going, and slowing, and accelerating. The erratic, herky-jerky motion of the imbeciles served only to heighten my frustration. I cut the wheel left and right, leapfrogging the other vehicles on the freeway...
747 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2017 1:45am
7th May 2017 1:45am
Lying in Wait
It tastes like autumn.
Brisk air feels empty, sparse.
My mind’s eye sees the coppers, the crimsons, the olives and oranges,
Yellows, and lime green.
And the antique moss.
Monochrome vistas dominate reality.
How long has it been since Sol was here?
I haven’t kept record of days in so long.
Naked trees whisper,
“The end is near.”
Ancient sirens protest the silence.
A vestige of civilization, once magnificent,
Once creative and enduring,
Now wholly entropic.
Rusted circuits, fickle and dissident. ...
Brisk air feels empty, sparse.
My mind’s eye sees the coppers, the crimsons, the olives and oranges,
Yellows, and lime green.
And the antique moss.
Monochrome vistas dominate reality.
How long has it been since Sol was here?
I haven’t kept record of days in so long.
Naked trees whisper,
“The end is near.”
Ancient sirens protest the silence.
A vestige of civilization, once magnificent,
Once creative and enduring,
Now wholly entropic.
Rusted circuits, fickle and dissident. ...
575 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2016 7:18pm
26th Nov 2016 7:18pm
Rambling about Her
The stars seem to shine for you, in particular.
Your beauty’s so stunning it leaves me inarticulate.
The scent of wildflowers; like an olfactory vernacular,
emanates from your body, like sound from an instrument.
My brain twitches
its
crass
and like symbols from ash, after fire
cymbals clash,
and the Phoenix, it rises,
destroys cities, disguises
them
in sand and baptizes them;
Now they’re reborn, with new purpose
adorned
like a corpus, with thorns
shaped like a crown.
...
Your beauty’s so stunning it leaves me inarticulate.
The scent of wildflowers; like an olfactory vernacular,
emanates from your body, like sound from an instrument.
My brain twitches
its
crass
and like symbols from ash, after fire
cymbals clash,
and the Phoenix, it rises,
destroys cities, disguises
them
in sand and baptizes them;
Now they’re reborn, with new purpose
adorned
like a corpus, with thorns
shaped like a crown.
...
711 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2016 10:56pm
20th Nov 2016 10:56pm
The Transcendant
Desperately seeking a purpose or goal,
Wondering the meaning…
Is there such thing as a soul?
Is consciousness an illusion or does it exist
In a plane of reality beyond the physics?
Why are we born and why do we die?
What is the meaning?
Is there such thing as an ‘I’?
A cloud of atoms just floating in space,
Each of us just a fog; the whole of our race?
Every morning these notions rush in,
Questions form in the ether,
And start the discussion.
Will it matter, the options selected and chosen?
Or is choice the...
Wondering the meaning…
Is there such thing as a soul?
Is consciousness an illusion or does it exist
In a plane of reality beyond the physics?
Why are we born and why do we die?
What is the meaning?
Is there such thing as an ‘I’?
A cloud of atoms just floating in space,
Each of us just a fog; the whole of our race?
Every morning these notions rush in,
Questions form in the ether,
And start the discussion.
Will it matter, the options selected and chosen?
Or is choice the...
601 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Nov 2016 5:33pm
5th Nov 2016 5:33pm
Tuesday Evening
Her thighs are pressed tightly against my face as She trembles
i taste Her lovely flavor more
and i salivate more
the thought of Her pleasure arouses my blood cells—and they rush to the gathering place
She breathes deeply and eases Her scissor grip
Her thighs just the right amount of chafed by my evening stubble
She whispers affirmation
i take a breath
Her scent allures
my animal brain takes complete control now
as She wriggles i feel Her abdomen under my hand contract and relax
my tongue, flat, lingers…
i...
i taste Her lovely flavor more
and i salivate more
the thought of Her pleasure arouses my blood cells—and they rush to the gathering place
She breathes deeply and eases Her scissor grip
Her thighs just the right amount of chafed by my evening stubble
She whispers affirmation
i take a breath
Her scent allures
my animal brain takes complete control now
as She wriggles i feel Her abdomen under my hand contract and relax
my tongue, flat, lingers…
i...
922 reads
5 Comments
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