Submissions by HDxFFp9e (Michael Charles Perna II)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Read about me.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2013 7:38am
30th Jun 2013 7:38am
Layers
A young man stands with his hand on the guardrail, peering down into the crater.
Seeing only what he sees.
But the hang-glider above sees all.
Seeing what he sees
And what Greg sees.
Greg lets go and waves goodbye.
Into the crater, the reflection of the glider above
Lies on the shimmering water deep down.
Greg sees the sky behind the winged thing on its rippling surface.
Preferring the reflection rather than the reality.
Comfort washes over him.
The sky washes over all.
Seeing what it sees.
Seeing only what he sees.
But the hang-glider above sees all.
Seeing what he sees
And what Greg sees.
Greg lets go and waves goodbye.
Into the crater, the reflection of the glider above
Lies on the shimmering water deep down.
Greg sees the sky behind the winged thing on its rippling surface.
Preferring the reflection rather than the reality.
Comfort washes over him.
The sky washes over all.
Seeing what it sees.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2013 1:19am
12th May 2013 1:19am
36
I purposely put the song on repeat. The last song on the album. It is a piano piece, and it’s dissonance and out-of-tune notes reverberate like a pathetic kind of wailing. It reminds me of a dying clock. I can hear the strings of the instrument shudder in agony as the mallets fall like the hand of God upon a dying man. They each have their own song to sing, and together their songs make track thirty-six, the saddest song on the album. Every chord is deliberate, almost forced. I can almost hear the creaking of the legs, the breathing of the player, the rainfall inside of his head. It sounds...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th May 2013 3:05pm
10th May 2013 3:05pm
Put the Tunes on Shuffle
There was a hand creepin’ up in the rear view.
But now it ain’t there.
I can see a million laser scope dots spinnin’ everywhere.
Been sittin’ here for three hours
But I don’t care.
Got so much paranoia
I only sit and stare.
I’m hearin’ a thousand whispers
Piercin’ into my ears.
Someone in the backseat is chewin’ on my fuckin’ hair.
(Get the fuck off)
We’re gettin’ outta here…
We’re goin’ somewhere…
I’ll scream with my head out the window the entire way there.
Put the tunes on shuffle.
Let’s start some trouble.
Stick it...
But now it ain’t there.
I can see a million laser scope dots spinnin’ everywhere.
Been sittin’ here for three hours
But I don’t care.
Got so much paranoia
I only sit and stare.
I’m hearin’ a thousand whispers
Piercin’ into my ears.
Someone in the backseat is chewin’ on my fuckin’ hair.
(Get the fuck off)
We’re gettin’ outta here…
We’re goin’ somewhere…
I’ll scream with my head out the window the entire way there.
Put the tunes on shuffle.
Let’s start some trouble.
Stick it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2013 2:36am
10th May 2013 2:36am
Paradox
I.
I need to cut free from the ropes that tie me down.
These ropes of lust are all over and all around.
It is time to find some meaning in this empty seashell I call Me.
Time to let go and search for something that won’t keep me on my knees.
Twenty-one years of falling into a void.
Ignoring the structure that I built up and destroyed.
I’ve felt. Tasted. Heard. Then crumpled it up and threw it in a fire.
I’ve been hurt. Cried. Ran…before becoming a calculating liar.
Time to put on the dusty suit and tie the silk noose around my neck....
I need to cut free from the ropes that tie me down.
These ropes of lust are all over and all around.
It is time to find some meaning in this empty seashell I call Me.
Time to let go and search for something that won’t keep me on my knees.
Twenty-one years of falling into a void.
Ignoring the structure that I built up and destroyed.
I’ve felt. Tasted. Heard. Then crumpled it up and threw it in a fire.
I’ve been hurt. Cried. Ran…before becoming a calculating liar.
Time to put on the dusty suit and tie the silk noose around my neck....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2013 3:52am
9th May 2013 3:52am
"Haikus? Sure... why not."
A lover, and a
Giver, but above all else
I am a thinker.
I feel so free when
I am exploring new worlds.
And I always will.
Solitude: entrap
My ideas like thousands
Of flies in a net.
I see what others
Cannot see. I recreate
With piercing insight.
A teacher, artist,
And spiritual nomad.
This is who I am.
Searching, wandering,
And questing eternally;
Where am I, dear Lord?
Look a banana.
It threatens my sanity
With its yellowness.
//Photo by Me//
Giver, but above all else
I am a thinker.
I feel so free when
I am exploring new worlds.
And I always will.
Solitude: entrap
My ideas like thousands
Of flies in a net.
I see what others
Cannot see. I recreate
With piercing insight.
A teacher, artist,
And spiritual nomad.
This is who I am.
Searching, wandering,
And questing eternally;
Where am I, dear Lord?
Look a banana.
It threatens my sanity
With its yellowness.
//Photo by Me//
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th May 2013 6:52pm
8th May 2013 6:52pm
Why vs How
It is essential to my being to write this down. But where do I start? Where or who? Maybe a place is more efficient… then I can worry about the rest. But the rest is so important, so crucial! I may drown in the possibilities before I even take but one step! The first step… why has the first step always been the hardest for me? This is dying to be written, and a part of me may die with it if it does not breathe soon. So, I cannot deny it anymore, I must start now… or else I may lose it forever… but what is “it?”
Indecision! That is what it is. How beautifully simple, yet...
Indecision! That is what it is. How beautifully simple, yet...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th May 2013 3:14am
8th May 2013 3:14am
H-poem
A pink and yellow twilight is splattered like paint on the street.
As the sun in the sky sets down,
An unblinking eye washing itself in wispy opaque clouds.
A jagged line of eyelashes creates a steel horizon,
As I peer up at the metal behemoths in the distance, standing
In resolute indignation, climb headfirst into the atmosphere.
They stretch back to me. Looming. Casting long pools of ink
Over street curbs. Over store displays. Up to the windows
That televise people living their tiny lives in a box of
Peeling wallpaper. I walk between the...
As the sun in the sky sets down,
An unblinking eye washing itself in wispy opaque clouds.
A jagged line of eyelashes creates a steel horizon,
As I peer up at the metal behemoths in the distance, standing
In resolute indignation, climb headfirst into the atmosphere.
They stretch back to me. Looming. Casting long pools of ink
Over street curbs. Over store displays. Up to the windows
That televise people living their tiny lives in a box of
Peeling wallpaper. I walk between the...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th May 2013 1:27am
8th May 2013 1:27am
Hey
Hey, when you turn on that light
Make sure you look at my face,
Because I’d really love to fight
One last time before you leave this place.
And when you pull that string,
Make sure you hear me sing
Cuz it’s the last time
I’ll ever say a thing
To you.
Hey, quietly shut my door.
And pick your shirts up off my floor.
And listen to me sing
That I don’t want you around anymore.
Now kiss me once and get out, and pull that string.
Well I know you won’t agree.
But ya know, I have fringes, too.
And lately you bug the hell...
Make sure you look at my face,
Because I’d really love to fight
One last time before you leave this place.
And when you pull that string,
Make sure you hear me sing
Cuz it’s the last time
I’ll ever say a thing
To you.
Hey, quietly shut my door.
And pick your shirts up off my floor.
And listen to me sing
That I don’t want you around anymore.
Now kiss me once and get out, and pull that string.
Well I know you won’t agree.
But ya know, I have fringes, too.
And lately you bug the hell...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2013 7:10pm
7th May 2013 7:10pm
Almost Forever Right Now
In a field surrounded by a very high fence
In a field that stretches beyond the horizon
Spinning in circles will show you the extent
Of how just how it outruns the horizon
I walked slowly up to the fence
I looked straight up to the sky
It was clear to me then the extent
Of how just how it was too far to climb
It had to be taller than a very large house
Stacked onto another smaller house
I walked slowly back to the center
And noticed that the grass was cut
How could a man have done this?
How could he manicure this...
In a field that stretches beyond the horizon
Spinning in circles will show you the extent
Of how just how it outruns the horizon
I walked slowly up to the fence
I looked straight up to the sky
It was clear to me then the extent
Of how just how it was too far to climb
It had to be taller than a very large house
Stacked onto another smaller house
I walked slowly back to the center
And noticed that the grass was cut
How could a man have done this?
How could he manicure this...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th May 2013 4:06pm
7th May 2013 4:06pm
Assimilation
In constricting silence, trepidation surges between our chords.
How did we get here, beneath the tides of moist life breathing?
Invitations? Yes. Lies to bring us together through a temptation restored.
Lead me by the scent of these potent liquids’ seething.
I forgot what the flesh felt like. It draws me into this dryness underneath the tides.
I’m fond of shivering. I cannot stop; do not clutch the tendril growing.
Reminding me of the satisfying, declining… unspoken way I confide.
Hopefulness quells the urge to change. Lying to the eyes that are truth...
How did we get here, beneath the tides of moist life breathing?
Invitations? Yes. Lies to bring us together through a temptation restored.
Lead me by the scent of these potent liquids’ seething.
I forgot what the flesh felt like. It draws me into this dryness underneath the tides.
I’m fond of shivering. I cannot stop; do not clutch the tendril growing.
Reminding me of the satisfying, declining… unspoken way I confide.
Hopefulness quells the urge to change. Lying to the eyes that are truth...
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th May 2013 3:59am
7th May 2013 3:59am
One-Way
I got this aggravation. It needs to alleviate.
My mind is complication, and all it brings is hate.
I’m so confused anymore. Don’t know what I want.
I am worthless so far. Can’t keep what I got.
My voice is contradicting everything I’ve done.
The pain it’s been inflicting can never be undone.
Yes this love is a lie, yes I’ve been seduced.
I just didn’t realize all the shit it’s induced.
It’s a one-way addiction, a worthless waste of time.
You took it all from me, everything that was mine.
The promise of tomorrow, a petty little lie.
Yet I...
My mind is complication, and all it brings is hate.
I’m so confused anymore. Don’t know what I want.
I am worthless so far. Can’t keep what I got.
My voice is contradicting everything I’ve done.
The pain it’s been inflicting can never be undone.
Yes this love is a lie, yes I’ve been seduced.
I just didn’t realize all the shit it’s induced.
It’s a one-way addiction, a worthless waste of time.
You took it all from me, everything that was mine.
The promise of tomorrow, a petty little lie.
Yet I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th May 2013 3:36am
7th May 2013 3:36am
Machine
A gray tint lays over everything I see. An old machine breaks its coat of rust.
The gears wail like aching bones. An old machine, yet one I trust.
So long ago I pulled that lever, and as I do now my hand pierces the dust.
This machine embraces me like hatred, like hunger, like lust.
It plugs into my skull; the binding cords pump in secretions of filth and juices of a malady. Washing away my entity.
With trembling limbs I twist as this neglected affliction consumes.
Numbing restraints hold me down, and the machine’s cold arms caress the key.
Its...
The gears wail like aching bones. An old machine, yet one I trust.
So long ago I pulled that lever, and as I do now my hand pierces the dust.
This machine embraces me like hatred, like hunger, like lust.
It plugs into my skull; the binding cords pump in secretions of filth and juices of a malady. Washing away my entity.
With trembling limbs I twist as this neglected affliction consumes.
Numbing restraints hold me down, and the machine’s cold arms caress the key.
Its...
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