Submissions by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm Glycolosis. There is no special meaning. Your obsession with meaning is unnatural. Go watch t.v. It's better for your state of mind.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th May 2016 8:40pm
15th May 2016 8:40pm
"Do you like Sushi?"
I have spent more time than I care to admit,
looking for someone who's worth a shit,
but dice-like-snake-eyes,
roll me up double disapointment,
it's all ass and thighs,
substance none,
and non-between,
but I've found that the fear,
of being alone,
is much more manageable,
when it just aint true,
(ie when i'm with you)
I've learned that love is like a drug,
And before you moan,
"oh no,
not this cliche!"
It's not like that,
it's just that love is expensive,
it costs work and sighs,
tears and panic and...
looking for someone who's worth a shit,
but dice-like-snake-eyes,
roll me up double disapointment,
it's all ass and thighs,
substance none,
and non-between,
but I've found that the fear,
of being alone,
is much more manageable,
when it just aint true,
(ie when i'm with you)
I've learned that love is like a drug,
And before you moan,
"oh no,
not this cliche!"
It's not like that,
it's just that love is expensive,
it costs work and sighs,
tears and panic and...
777 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
9th May 2016 8:34pm
9th May 2016 8:34pm
Lies Like Lye
Cold mockery,
load cockery,
clock,
goes tick-tockery,
while I shick-shockery,
this fool on top of me,
I've lost a lot of me,
in the process of moving happily,
from one fear,
to another,
like losing your sister,
but finding a brother,
in the sands of that desert,
we all call humanity
altruistic profanity,
made a martyr by your fantasy,
something that finally,
has no diction,
only family,
mammaries,
leak like mother's teet,
no easy feat,
to stay complete,
in a world that glorifies Entropy,
Lies Like...
load cockery,
clock,
goes tick-tockery,
while I shick-shockery,
this fool on top of me,
I've lost a lot of me,
in the process of moving happily,
from one fear,
to another,
like losing your sister,
but finding a brother,
in the sands of that desert,
we all call humanity
altruistic profanity,
made a martyr by your fantasy,
something that finally,
has no diction,
only family,
mammaries,
leak like mother's teet,
no easy feat,
to stay complete,
in a world that glorifies Entropy,
Lies Like...
932 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 9:57pm
25th Apr 2016 9:57pm
IWA
I love words,
each sound,
a colour on my meaning-spectrum,
I knew the words,
before my ears ever met them,
heart like ink,
mind sees pictures,
namely,
those main three,
flying free,
through lips once sealed.
The Heart!
The Heart!
it creaks on its hinges,
I love words,
I love them,
I love Them and them,
I love I love you...
There.
I said it.
I'm elated,
because for once...
I meant it.
The world gave me,
a dazzling I.O.U.,
and I finally cashed it,
I love you.
and that...
each sound,
a colour on my meaning-spectrum,
I knew the words,
before my ears ever met them,
heart like ink,
mind sees pictures,
namely,
those main three,
flying free,
through lips once sealed.
The Heart!
The Heart!
it creaks on its hinges,
I love words,
I love them,
I love Them and them,
I love I love you...
There.
I said it.
I'm elated,
because for once...
I meant it.
The world gave me,
a dazzling I.O.U.,
and I finally cashed it,
I love you.
and that...
800 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 7:58pm
19th Apr 2016 7:58pm
The Judge
Ink,
like heart's blood,
issues, blue, black, red,
a spectrum of derision,
upon the completed work,
the flawed work,
that sits before the maker of words.
He crafts the work,
words his heart,
his fire,
then hides them,
hoards it in a little black book.
The judge,
his spectrum of critique,
does as a judge is ought to do,
and makes bloody work,
of the poets eyes and mind.
like heart's blood,
issues, blue, black, red,
a spectrum of derision,
upon the completed work,
the flawed work,
that sits before the maker of words.
He crafts the work,
words his heart,
his fire,
then hides them,
hoards it in a little black book.
The judge,
his spectrum of critique,
does as a judge is ought to do,
and makes bloody work,
of the poets eyes and mind.
633 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2016 2:18am
3rd Apr 2016 2:18am
A Favor
Everythings going to be fine,
Everythings going to be fine,
Everythings going to be fine,
Everythings going to be…
Wait, what was my line?
Oh nevermind,
It was all just some bullshit lie,
Anyways,
How are you doing Fear?
Long time no see.
How goes your girlfriend Misery?
That cheating fuck,
I’ve heard she really loves…
Ahem…
‘Company’,
But I digress,
This isn’t a social call.
I’m just here to say,
Now is not the time to fall,
Into total disarray,
Or for you to betray,
All your thoughts to a mortal,...
Everythings going to be fine,
Everythings going to be fine,
Everythings going to be…
Wait, what was my line?
Oh nevermind,
It was all just some bullshit lie,
Anyways,
How are you doing Fear?
Long time no see.
How goes your girlfriend Misery?
That cheating fuck,
I’ve heard she really loves…
Ahem…
‘Company’,
But I digress,
This isn’t a social call.
I’m just here to say,
Now is not the time to fall,
Into total disarray,
Or for you to betray,
All your thoughts to a mortal,...
750 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Mar 2016 3:37am
28th Mar 2016 3:37am
The Great God Hedon
Blood, wine, Sex,
These are His staples,
Ripping, Killing, Raping,
meting out pain and pleasure,
in equal measure,
He will tear you in pieces,
and use your blood to wash it all down,
He will turn your Legacy to shame,
and taint your progeny,
flaunt His Androgyny
Turn you into His toy,
use you up,
then consume you alive.
Your pain is His ambrosia.
These are His staples,
Ripping, Killing, Raping,
meting out pain and pleasure,
in equal measure,
He will tear you in pieces,
and use your blood to wash it all down,
He will turn your Legacy to shame,
and taint your progeny,
flaunt His Androgyny
Turn you into His toy,
use you up,
then consume you alive.
Your pain is His ambrosia.
703 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 00:45am
25th Mar 2016 00:45am
Encroachment of the Crawling Chaos
What darkness creeps,
whilst I sleep,
into my manor-house?
The seeds they carry,
on their black ferry,
are sown for fear,
and reaped for doubt.
Soon they flee into the night,
and when Darkness lingers,
in the light,
and though I wake,
I cannot shake,
the fear I felt,
whilst I dwelt,
on the path,
into Lovecraft's,
Unknown Kadath
whilst I sleep,
into my manor-house?
The seeds they carry,
on their black ferry,
are sown for fear,
and reaped for doubt.
Soon they flee into the night,
and when Darkness lingers,
in the light,
and though I wake,
I cannot shake,
the fear I felt,
whilst I dwelt,
on the path,
into Lovecraft's,
Unknown Kadath
691 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2016 6:37pm
8th Mar 2016 6:37pm
Introspeculation on Matters of the Articulation of Compositions of Specific Sounds and the Authors Incapability To Do So
I cannot sing.
I know how to walk over broken glass,
I can make you smile without thinking,
I can score a touch in fencing in .5 seconds,
I can breathe...
But I cannot sing.
I can poem with the best,
I can last forever,
without rest,
I can drag my flaws into the light,
of the moon in that star-studded night...
But I cannot sing.
Because my voice was not meant to sing,
it was meant for other things,
namely...
Reciting the liturgy of being,
that is that feeling,
behind every smile,
I'm a...
I know how to walk over broken glass,
I can make you smile without thinking,
I can score a touch in fencing in .5 seconds,
I can breathe...
But I cannot sing.
I can poem with the best,
I can last forever,
without rest,
I can drag my flaws into the light,
of the moon in that star-studded night...
But I cannot sing.
Because my voice was not meant to sing,
it was meant for other things,
namely...
Reciting the liturgy of being,
that is that feeling,
behind every smile,
I'm a...
784 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 5:41am
6th Mar 2016 5:41am
Questions? I Have None
I thank those twinkling gods,
of stars and sod,
for the truth they hid from me,
that i might see the right way to falsity,
falsehood?
manhood?
who could?
I would,
ask everyday,
for them to pay,
the price in pounds,
for every sound,
they stole from me,
that night beneath,
the wooden beams,
just a them and a him,
a few feet from the gym quietly exploring each other.
of stars and sod,
for the truth they hid from me,
that i might see the right way to falsity,
falsehood?
manhood?
who could?
I would,
ask everyday,
for them to pay,
the price in pounds,
for every sound,
they stole from me,
that night beneath,
the wooden beams,
just a them and a him,
a few feet from the gym quietly exploring each other.
722 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2016 5:31am
5th Mar 2016 5:31am
Coloured Flesh
Certain truths,
are revealed in their time,
by creeping doubts,
that flit across my eyes,
creeping,
across,
as i lay sleeping,
in a sepulcher,
sweet like ice in a cotton candy machine.
I was once a 'Me',
but now Im a "who",
encased in fury,
parodoxically true,
maddeningly bright,
in my world of dark,
waiting for quiet to turn to silence,
heark,
for that loud loud spark,
calls like a color,
I once saw in a painting,
fainting,
into the arms of White,
bland and beautiful.
I'm sick of...
are revealed in their time,
by creeping doubts,
that flit across my eyes,
creeping,
across,
as i lay sleeping,
in a sepulcher,
sweet like ice in a cotton candy machine.
I was once a 'Me',
but now Im a "who",
encased in fury,
parodoxically true,
maddeningly bright,
in my world of dark,
waiting for quiet to turn to silence,
heark,
for that loud loud spark,
calls like a color,
I once saw in a painting,
fainting,
into the arms of White,
bland and beautiful.
I'm sick of...
726 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 00:29am
19th Feb 2016 00:29am
Ramblerambleramble...
I have long been of the impression,
That I am a God,
In a world full of atheists,
A straight man,
In a world of hypocrites,
Maybe it’s the Razors,
The Booze or the Kisses,
But I have long favored,
Hits over misses,
Success over failure,
Sin over apathy,
And have not been one to demure,
When confronted with adversity,
I may digress,
From subjects of my interest,
But it’s my conversation,
That, or devastation,
Ah,
There’s that aforementioned digression,
The muse of anxiety,
Repression,
Suppression of ideas,...
That I am a God,
In a world full of atheists,
A straight man,
In a world of hypocrites,
Maybe it’s the Razors,
The Booze or the Kisses,
But I have long favored,
Hits over misses,
Success over failure,
Sin over apathy,
And have not been one to demure,
When confronted with adversity,
I may digress,
From subjects of my interest,
But it’s my conversation,
That, or devastation,
Ah,
There’s that aforementioned digression,
The muse of anxiety,
Repression,
Suppression of ideas,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 11:00pm
8th Feb 2016 11:00pm
Abre de Vie
The Tree that grew,
from that icy Seed,
was nursed from Sexfyre,
was watered with need,
was grown with a question,
and held by a God,
A lord of Winter,
a heart that was thawed,
the Nymph did know,
what it did,
it destroyed that frost,
The winter King,
cold no more,
now He's spring,
Who knows what's in store...
from that icy Seed,
was nursed from Sexfyre,
was watered with need,
was grown with a question,
and held by a God,
A lord of Winter,
a heart that was thawed,
the Nymph did know,
what it did,
it destroyed that frost,
The winter King,
cold no more,
now He's spring,
Who knows what's in store...
775 reads
0 Comments
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