Submissions by FlakyPorcupine
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a creepypasta writer (with some relative success) and an occasional poet that loves writing - and getting feedback for that writing!
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 12:23pm
9th Mar 2014 12:23pm
The Trade
A fair trade, my clay for a soul
away from all the hatred of mankind
and all bigotry and vices.
To trudge past the unforgiving earth
and finally live in peace in my tomb.
As I find peace in my tomb,
my body finds tranquility in
death. A peaceful disposal
and cleansed of any malice.
My flesh slowly melts away.
As my flesh melts away,
it leaves my soul behind.
A soul burning with passion
as well as love and redemption.
no longer inside a sinful shell.
As my soul escapes from its shell,
I am ascended to the skies...
away from all the hatred of mankind
and all bigotry and vices.
To trudge past the unforgiving earth
and finally live in peace in my tomb.
As I find peace in my tomb,
my body finds tranquility in
death. A peaceful disposal
and cleansed of any malice.
My flesh slowly melts away.
As my flesh melts away,
it leaves my soul behind.
A soul burning with passion
as well as love and redemption.
no longer inside a sinful shell.
As my soul escapes from its shell,
I am ascended to the skies...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 9:15pm
8th Mar 2014 9:15pm
Onward Into Battle
Acres of death, oceans of blood
seep into the battle ground,
the dust and sands of the earth
mingling with the blood of
young boys playing soldiers.
Young boys as soldiers,
what lives are at stake
in this war-torn upbringing?
A machine gun burst or bomb shell
Sending them to an earthen grave.
As they sent to their graves,
they whisper and call out for mother
as if death were opened arms.
Others merely cry out and wail,
taking away the living’s sleep.
As the living lose their sleep,
their future is forever ruined....
seep into the battle ground,
the dust and sands of the earth
mingling with the blood of
young boys playing soldiers.
Young boys as soldiers,
what lives are at stake
in this war-torn upbringing?
A machine gun burst or bomb shell
Sending them to an earthen grave.
As they sent to their graves,
they whisper and call out for mother
as if death were opened arms.
Others merely cry out and wail,
taking away the living’s sleep.
As the living lose their sleep,
their future is forever ruined....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 9:13pm
8th Mar 2014 9:13pm
Into Darkness
Take your well-deserved step into darkness
ready to face the crimes
you have committed, to stand trial
for your deeds of dim proportions
None have stood so lonely
as you walk into the wire.
As you walk into the wire,
your dim lights slowly fade
away, passing you by forever,
never to return.
You brought this onto yourself.
Only you have brought this to yourself,
now you are devoid of any
scapegoats, in this valley of dying light,
this desolate plain of existence
in which you personally created to see fit.
You...
ready to face the crimes
you have committed, to stand trial
for your deeds of dim proportions
None have stood so lonely
as you walk into the wire.
As you walk into the wire,
your dim lights slowly fade
away, passing you by forever,
never to return.
You brought this onto yourself.
Only you have brought this to yourself,
now you are devoid of any
scapegoats, in this valley of dying light,
this desolate plain of existence
in which you personally created to see fit.
You...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 1:14pm
8th Mar 2014 1:14pm
The Ocean's Temptation
I was standing in sand
when the ocean beckoned to me.
Its waves whispered,
drawing me to towards it.
A soothing sound,
the ocean calls.
The subtle crashing
concealing what’s underneath.
What does she have to hide?
Luring me forward,
I slip off my shoes,
the marks they make
are swallowed by the sea.
Coaxed by the waves,
motioned by the tide,
I leave my footprints,
my marks upon the ground:
engraved in sand,
to be washed away.
I step further,
the waves summoning,
I slowly plunge
into the...
when the ocean beckoned to me.
Its waves whispered,
drawing me to towards it.
A soothing sound,
the ocean calls.
The subtle crashing
concealing what’s underneath.
What does she have to hide?
Luring me forward,
I slip off my shoes,
the marks they make
are swallowed by the sea.
Coaxed by the waves,
motioned by the tide,
I leave my footprints,
my marks upon the ground:
engraved in sand,
to be washed away.
I step further,
the waves summoning,
I slowly plunge
into the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 1:12pm
8th Mar 2014 1:12pm
Seeing Clearly
You create your palace
With stones of a falling tower.
Its creation springs forth your malice
As your blood runs sour.
As your land becomes dark,
Your light fades
Upon your ark,
Shrouded in shades.
You recite human vice
Upon this burial ground.
Forever locked in ice,
Your adversaries fall down.
You sit upon your darkthrone
And raise your blackened flag.
It chills their bones
And leaves nothing to brag.
When your foes taste the dirt,
You call into the wire
With bloodstains on your shirt,
With a...
With stones of a falling tower.
Its creation springs forth your malice
As your blood runs sour.
As your land becomes dark,
Your light fades
Upon your ark,
Shrouded in shades.
You recite human vice
Upon this burial ground.
Forever locked in ice,
Your adversaries fall down.
You sit upon your darkthrone
And raise your blackened flag.
It chills their bones
And leaves nothing to brag.
When your foes taste the dirt,
You call into the wire
With bloodstains on your shirt,
With a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 5:08am
8th Mar 2014 5:08am
Valfar's Last Walk: The Vision
I embraced my vision as it was common for me,
you said as you started your journey
across the frozen tundra of Norway
in search of a plot of land dearest to you.
Little did you know that you would turn back.
Not knowing of having to turn back,
you simply marched forward
into that dark and cold evening.
Trudging forward towards Fagereggi,
your last marks left on the snow.
As you leave your footprints behind
navigating through the ice,
the winds turned wild and frostbitten and started
shielding your eyes and nipping at your flesh,...
you said as you started your journey
across the frozen tundra of Norway
in search of a plot of land dearest to you.
Little did you know that you would turn back.
Not knowing of having to turn back,
you simply marched forward
into that dark and cold evening.
Trudging forward towards Fagereggi,
your last marks left on the snow.
As you leave your footprints behind
navigating through the ice,
the winds turned wild and frostbitten and started
shielding your eyes and nipping at your flesh,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 5:07am
8th Mar 2014 5:07am
Bells to the End
The fading sound of a bell,
Is the only sound heard
In this tattered land that they dwell.
Surviving each bombardment and shell,
Their voices fall mute and slurred.
The fading sound of a bell.
A repulsive, sordid smell.
A ring for the third.
In this tattered land that they dwell.
A life of hell,
Their spoils rotten and curd.
The fading sound of a bell.
With so many souls to sell,
Coffins for the stiff and the stirred
In this tattered land that they...
Is the only sound heard
In this tattered land that they dwell.
Surviving each bombardment and shell,
Their voices fall mute and slurred.
The fading sound of a bell.
A repulsive, sordid smell.
A ring for the third.
In this tattered land that they dwell.
A life of hell,
Their spoils rotten and curd.
The fading sound of a bell.
With so many souls to sell,
Coffins for the stiff and the stirred
In this tattered land that they...
549 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2014 8:20pm
7th Mar 2014 8:20pm
The Diner
We see the same faces passing by every day, my faithful wife and I. Ghosts walking by our windows, their faces gaunt and pale. Their speech slurred, almost hauntingly so. They held up signs, although most of which read similar messages. “Will work for food,” “Feed me,” “Spare change?” You had to feel sorry for the beggars and homeless on the streets when you run a respected, neighborhood diner.
Their faces unwashed, we thought that we couldn’t just feed them for free. Then regular patrons would always demand the same treatment, that it would be unfair and unjust. Yet, at the same...
Their faces unwashed, we thought that we couldn’t just feed them for free. Then regular patrons would always demand the same treatment, that it would be unfair and unjust. Yet, at the same...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 8:17pm
7th Mar 2014 8:17pm
Harnessing Ruin
Invoking the chaotic hive-mind
The very ruinated body
Invoking the feeling of chaos
Our Savior sleeps
No shape, no form
No eyes, but I could feel his stare
Writhing in majesty and decay
Mere anarchy is released upon the world
And so the seventh maw trumpets
To crush all opposition without order
Bestow the hymns of the apocolaypse
Fools, behold the power of destruction
Our false god topples from his tower
A world now covered in flames
Exit...
The very ruinated body
Invoking the feeling of chaos
Our Savior sleeps
No shape, no form
No eyes, but I could feel his stare
Writhing in majesty and decay
Mere anarchy is released upon the world
And so the seventh maw trumpets
To crush all opposition without order
Bestow the hymns of the apocolaypse
Fools, behold the power of destruction
Our false god topples from his tower
A world now covered in flames
Exit...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2014 10:41am
7th Mar 2014 10:41am
Die Alone
What if you were to die right now? At this particular moment in time? It is a scary thought to think of, but it means that you will be in the company of those around you, correct? Not necessarily. For death is only but a dream. Whether you passed from old age, or lying in a pool of your own blood and other bodily fluids, it is all but a wake-up call, except that there might not be a light at the end. The ambient whispers, yells or screams of those around you will slowly start to quiet down – and cease entirely as you lose your hearing first, or perhaps your gustatory or olfactory functions....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2014 10:39am
7th Mar 2014 10:39am
Uneasy Lies the Head
Liberté
Egalité
Fraternité:
Quelles belles idées!
La tyrannie du peuple.
He hears them outside of his door, words spoken in hushed whispers and the shuffling of feet. He knows who they are, and what they want. They are after him. They are going to kill him. The whole country is going to watch and bear witness. Whatever he has to do, he has to do it fast. He is rational, knowing full well that most, if not all of his partners were either jailed, killed or suicide already. So he does the only sensible thing he found he can do for a man...
Egalité
Fraternité:
Quelles belles idées!
La tyrannie du peuple.
He hears them outside of his door, words spoken in hushed whispers and the shuffling of feet. He knows who they are, and what they want. They are after him. They are going to kill him. The whole country is going to watch and bear witness. Whatever he has to do, he has to do it fast. He is rational, knowing full well that most, if not all of his partners were either jailed, killed or suicide already. So he does the only sensible thing he found he can do for a man...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2014 9:01pm
6th Mar 2014 9:01pm
Subjected to a Beating
She had been locked up in my closet for the past five days now. I feared that the last one I starved didn’t really have its belly described well, so this time I wanted to make sure I would. I also wanted to keep this one more on the simple side, not as farfetched as the others I had done with. Sometimes I would get complaints that I was a bit unrealistic with some of them, that it would sometimes kill the mood of it. Oh well.
I met this particular one on the streets, as opposed to my usual lurking at the nearby forest. She was walking alone, a foolish mistake on her part. She was a...
I met this particular one on the streets, as opposed to my usual lurking at the nearby forest. She was walking alone, a foolish mistake on her part. She was a...
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