Submissions by Giomarach
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 12:37pm
10th Nov 2011 12:37pm
Communism
Peasants in corsetts
stable boys in top hats,
playing charades
of eloquence
eating offal off a
ballroom floor,
taking turns in government
of which there is no more.
stable boys in top hats,
playing charades
of eloquence
eating offal off a
ballroom floor,
taking turns in government
of which there is no more.
660 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2011 12:37pm
10th Nov 2011 12:37pm
Industrial Resignation
There's a famine in my heart
my lungs,
filled with smog.
Tendons move
the greasy oil meat.
A pounding in my head
reminds me
My battery is running out.
my lungs,
filled with smog.
Tendons move
the greasy oil meat.
A pounding in my head
reminds me
My battery is running out.
568 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 11:38pm
9th Nov 2011 11:38pm
Let Them.
let them burn
silver
towers
spun from old
flowers
let them take
prized
cattle
birthed on blanket
meadows
~
then let them
rape
lovers
of music and
innocence
tear out their
hair.
cutting
off tassels
with flesh.
silver
towers
spun from old
flowers
let them take
prized
cattle
birthed on blanket
meadows
~
then let them
rape
lovers
of music and
innocence
tear out their
hair.
cutting
off tassels
with flesh.
627 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 11:31pm
9th Nov 2011 11:31pm
My Banquet.
I choke on your scent
like veal cutlets
my palate,
was never meant to ponder
I move away
but you follow me
down, beneath
all logical levels of reason
and at the end
you turn and whimper
frightened, at a table
laid with delicate traps
asking of me
some, fools notion
sprung
from an age of fairies
Hypocrite!
this was not descent into
some bards song,
to be played out on a tune
these are my halls
I decorate them as my own
be seated,
taste my banquet
or leave.
like veal cutlets
my palate,
was never meant to ponder
I move away
but you follow me
down, beneath
all logical levels of reason
and at the end
you turn and whimper
frightened, at a table
laid with delicate traps
asking of me
some, fools notion
sprung
from an age of fairies
Hypocrite!
this was not descent into
some bards song,
to be played out on a tune
these are my halls
I decorate them as my own
be seated,
taste my banquet
or leave.
602 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 2:49pm
9th Nov 2011 2:49pm
The Student.
I usually end up
driving nails into my arms.
I hang myself from a cross
every night.
I get betrayed
by my friends,
yet trusted
by the crowds.
I'm just following
In your footsteps.
I want to be a martyr too.
driving nails into my arms.
I hang myself from a cross
every night.
I get betrayed
by my friends,
yet trusted
by the crowds.
I'm just following
In your footsteps.
I want to be a martyr too.
721 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 2:48pm
9th Nov 2011 2:48pm
Lament for the River Silk
I saw him die.
I never told anyone.
Watched him drown
in the sheets of lily's
Faded like a fog
into the waters
sweet embrace.
His light went out.
And now I go to join him,
end of being alone.
I'm laughing and crying,
as I say.
"This will be the best watery secret ever..."
I never told anyone.
Watched him drown
in the sheets of lily's
Faded like a fog
into the waters
sweet embrace.
His light went out.
And now I go to join him,
end of being alone.
I'm laughing and crying,
as I say.
"This will be the best watery secret ever..."
551 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 00:29am
9th Nov 2011 00:29am
The Low
Soiled, leaking
liquid seeping
backwards
to a heart shunning beating
Stabbed veins
pierced with light
blinded by rapture
and sulking in obsession
drowning in ectasy
and drooling
vomit
on the hospital bed.
liquid seeping
backwards
to a heart shunning beating
Stabbed veins
pierced with light
blinded by rapture
and sulking in obsession
drowning in ectasy
and drooling
vomit
on the hospital bed.
741 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 00:28am
9th Nov 2011 00:28am
Enlightening the Decadent
Sweeping up fallen
seeds
from Gods holy
sowing machine,
threading fabric
through skin
of dirt
torn and
frayed
our space splits
into dream.
worn, like a
gloved hand around
a pearled neck
this single echo
of humanity
whispers to the lounging apes
as they play with the pith,
of a pomegranate
seeds
from Gods holy
sowing machine,
threading fabric
through skin
of dirt
torn and
frayed
our space splits
into dream.
worn, like a
gloved hand around
a pearled neck
this single echo
of humanity
whispers to the lounging apes
as they play with the pith,
of a pomegranate
585 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 4:21pm
8th Nov 2011 4:21pm
The Contrast of Decay.
Breaking the bones for the marrow,
and breaking the marrow for the maggots.
Pale and juvenille,
lucky lady lies down in her bed,
i saw her crying today,
snake eyes finally blinded her.
Ripped and skinned and torn asunder,
frozen by the sunlight and burnt by the moon,
take their ashes and scatter them in glass vasses.
So that the flowers may rise.
Bless the world with our own demise,
a present for the crooked cross,
take down the bottles and replace them with those that see no longer.
and breaking the marrow for the maggots.
Pale and juvenille,
lucky lady lies down in her bed,
i saw her crying today,
snake eyes finally blinded her.
Ripped and skinned and torn asunder,
frozen by the sunlight and burnt by the moon,
take their ashes and scatter them in glass vasses.
So that the flowers may rise.
Bless the world with our own demise,
a present for the crooked cross,
take down the bottles and replace them with those that see no longer.
570 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 4:20pm
8th Nov 2011 4:20pm
Time is Bleeding Out
Walking down this valley
river in the middle
running blood has got me
worried.
You could bleed out before
I notice
And everyone could leave
before I wake up.
river in the middle
running blood has got me
worried.
You could bleed out before
I notice
And everyone could leave
before I wake up.
517 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 00:24am
8th Nov 2011 00:24am
Life's Kisses
taking back nothing, full of everything
life is full of something but i could never tell
what layer of earth i would be buried in
as my bones lay down, last kiss goodnight
this is simply a cold version of hell
such a joke that the burning witch would spin
~
gold hope cuddles itself while silver spins it's lips
dirty sailor watching the hips slip down
his date for the night, beauty, with a frown
bedsheets, and a crown, pearl laced liquor for her open hands
open something else, slight shiver on the wind
with an empty bag of sin lose yourself on...
life is full of something but i could never tell
what layer of earth i would be buried in
as my bones lay down, last kiss goodnight
this is simply a cold version of hell
such a joke that the burning witch would spin
~
gold hope cuddles itself while silver spins it's lips
dirty sailor watching the hips slip down
his date for the night, beauty, with a frown
bedsheets, and a crown, pearl laced liquor for her open hands
open something else, slight shiver on the wind
with an empty bag of sin lose yourself on...
602 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2011 00:24am
8th Nov 2011 00:24am
Coiled.
I feel this
Mortal, coiled around my spine
so tight it chokes me,
rips, and stings.
Lingers on my finger,
tips the balance to the bone
a weight so light
upon my flesh wrought throne.
But if I love it
and let it in,
it will bite
and wear, me thin.
Mortal, coiled around my spine
so tight it chokes me,
rips, and stings.
Lingers on my finger,
tips the balance to the bone
a weight so light
upon my flesh wrought throne.
But if I love it
and let it in,
it will bite
and wear, me thin.
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