Submissions by Giomarach
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 3:30pm
13th Nov 2011 3:30pm
My Devil
My Devil
let himself in
he opened a
gate.
Pushed his
fingers into
my mouth
pulled my hair
all the way
back
and held my
eyes,
wider than before.
let himself in
he opened a
gate.
Pushed his
fingers into
my mouth
pulled my hair
all the way
back
and held my
eyes,
wider than before.
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 3:30pm
13th Nov 2011 3:30pm
Suicide and Pixel Lines
Trace pixel lines
across
unsteady pylons.
Burn the image
of a broken tube
into your eyes.
Wrap the wires
over your leaking
arms.
Drip a single
electron
from your eye.
across
unsteady pylons.
Burn the image
of a broken tube
into your eyes.
Wrap the wires
over your leaking
arms.
Drip a single
electron
from your eye.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 00:03am
13th Nov 2011 00:03am
Not Just
There's some
sanity to be had
here
I'm sure of it
Though the waves
crash
in the name of
war
and the sky
we have built
can hardly
be seen.
Yet the
ground around us
may be paved
with despair
I know there must
be something
worth holding onto
out there
It's not just a ball of fire...
sanity to be had
here
I'm sure of it
Though the waves
crash
in the name of
war
and the sky
we have built
can hardly
be seen.
Yet the
ground around us
may be paved
with despair
I know there must
be something
worth holding onto
out there
It's not just a ball of fire...
670 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 00:02am
13th Nov 2011 00:02am
Ingest
Croaking diseased rapture
to the algae gods
blind on fluorescent lights.
Ingesting.
The juices that colour my flesh.
to the algae gods
blind on fluorescent lights.
Ingesting.
The juices that colour my flesh.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2011 4:02pm
12th Nov 2011 4:02pm
A Shadow of his Former Self
Frozen and ageless
broken and harmless,
God, seated on his throne
above a threadbare carpet.
Rotting in soiled rags,
of former glory.
Like a vulture
pecking at bonemeal,
mindless of the filth
gathering below its lofty perch,
Pissing itself in time
for one last feast.
broken and harmless,
God, seated on his throne
above a threadbare carpet.
Rotting in soiled rags,
of former glory.
Like a vulture
pecking at bonemeal,
mindless of the filth
gathering below its lofty perch,
Pissing itself in time
for one last feast.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2011 4:00pm
12th Nov 2011 4:00pm
Raise
The sores around her eyes
were the only present he had ever given her.
His voice never raised in tone
but as he whipped her mind,
her scars instead were raised.
~
he controlled every thought,
until he one day went away
to leave her bleeding on the floor
in her own misery .
were the only present he had ever given her.
His voice never raised in tone
but as he whipped her mind,
her scars instead were raised.
~
he controlled every thought,
until he one day went away
to leave her bleeding on the floor
in her own misery .
579 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 11:35pm
11th Nov 2011 11:35pm
I will never say "I do."
Why do you
care?
as we choke
on despair
Agent of
pearl
with ethereal
flare
Demise
conquered, by
two blind
vows
Pouring the
gold
onto the fingers
of sows
Settle down,
Shut up!
bedroom court
breaking crimson.
Reveal
pink flesh
to a,
silent crowd
Cry out
in joy
and
suckling fever
Tucking
hypocrite dreams
into ribbed
cages.
Leaving barcode
wills
to settle
siblicide hounds
Vultures come
mourning through...
care?
as we choke
on despair
Agent of
pearl
with ethereal
flare
Demise
conquered, by
two blind
vows
Pouring the
gold
onto the fingers
of sows
Settle down,
Shut up!
bedroom court
breaking crimson.
Reveal
pink flesh
to a,
silent crowd
Cry out
in joy
and
suckling fever
Tucking
hypocrite dreams
into ribbed
cages.
Leaving barcode
wills
to settle
siblicide hounds
Vultures come
mourning through...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 11:34pm
11th Nov 2011 11:34pm
Ego Fans
Mongrels rebelling
against,
silk draped
flesh
burning in
candlelight,
tumbling in
ravines
drowning in
secondhand,
prose.
Clichéd!
Conning the blind
out of the use
of their,
hands
eating alive
the dirty,
ego
fans
against,
silk draped
flesh
burning in
candlelight,
tumbling in
ravines
drowning in
secondhand,
prose.
Clichéd!
Conning the blind
out of the use
of their,
hands
eating alive
the dirty,
ego
fans
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 1:47pm
11th Nov 2011 1:47pm
Brewed For You
Inject this elixir
right into my
blood, because
you know this is all in vein
I keep pushing
searching
for some
light
at the end
of this
fucking
dark syringe
pumping muscle
while strapping arms
beating chests
beating hands
burning rubber
and airplane glue
taste the difference
it's been brewed for you.
right into my
blood, because
you know this is all in vein
I keep pushing
searching
for some
light
at the end
of this
fucking
dark syringe
pumping muscle
while strapping arms
beating chests
beating hands
burning rubber
and airplane glue
taste the difference
it's been brewed for you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 1:46pm
11th Nov 2011 1:46pm
Lustful Arrogance
I resisted once.
forced my way
through some great
tale, of truth and justice
but then I knew passion
scented skin
clumsily adorned
in cheap silver
caught in the
craze of disorientated
youth, escaped
and liberal in their love
taking the meal
and biting the hand
sweeping the crumbs
aside
lust is just like
love, in fact
but no nooses
around my limbs
oh, sure
there have been
ruptures of delirium,
but truth prevailed
and now
stumbling
through the marshes
of...
forced my way
through some great
tale, of truth and justice
but then I knew passion
scented skin
clumsily adorned
in cheap silver
caught in the
craze of disorientated
youth, escaped
and liberal in their love
taking the meal
and biting the hand
sweeping the crumbs
aside
lust is just like
love, in fact
but no nooses
around my limbs
oh, sure
there have been
ruptures of delirium,
but truth prevailed
and now
stumbling
through the marshes
of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 8:41pm
10th Nov 2011 8:41pm
Crowd of Stones and Vomit
Words thrown like bricks
from the wretched crowd
As I pen another word
like filling the chamber of a gun
I wish I could send
row after row
of words, slamming
into their leering faces
A martyrs lies
vomiting forth
these stones are hurled
at the only one amongst them
Not wearing a mask.
from the wretched crowd
As I pen another word
like filling the chamber of a gun
I wish I could send
row after row
of words, slamming
into their leering faces
A martyrs lies
vomiting forth
these stones are hurled
at the only one amongst them
Not wearing a mask.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 8:40pm
10th Nov 2011 8:40pm
See Me.
I'm not invisible
I just don't
let you see.
Me
see me
standing here,
am I invisible
now?
my emotions have
always been invisible
to you
see me?
heart laid on the table
tell me
am I invisible
now?
see me?
I just don't
let you see.
Me
see me
standing here,
am I invisible
now?
my emotions have
always been invisible
to you
see me?
heart laid on the table
tell me
am I invisible
now?
see me?
582 reads
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