Submissions by Huh (Rainbow Serpent)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My greatest weapon is my honesty.
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 00:59am
18th Aug 2011 00:59am
Rant
So yeah, you know how fucked I am.
How couldn’t you? Isn’t it obvious?
It’s not like I hide it or anything. Aye,
There’s the rub. I don’t. I flaunt
It about like a trophy. I’m so proud
Of my misery. Yeah, my scars are
Deeper than yours.
Idiot! How can you wonder why
They hate you? You’re just as
Pushy as they are. Silently,
You force your sins upon them.
Sin, Ha! I don’t even see them as bad.
I am who I am; and my decisions
Make me who I am. If it is truly
Wrong, then, undoubtedly, I’ll pay the
Price....
How couldn’t you? Isn’t it obvious?
It’s not like I hide it or anything. Aye,
There’s the rub. I don’t. I flaunt
It about like a trophy. I’m so proud
Of my misery. Yeah, my scars are
Deeper than yours.
Idiot! How can you wonder why
They hate you? You’re just as
Pushy as they are. Silently,
You force your sins upon them.
Sin, Ha! I don’t even see them as bad.
I am who I am; and my decisions
Make me who I am. If it is truly
Wrong, then, undoubtedly, I’ll pay the
Price....
796 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 00:57am
18th Aug 2011 00:57am
Related, Yet Disconnected Antiphons
Stop the pounding
Inside my head.
And the throbbing
In my soul; so
I can find peace –
However brief….
To tell the truth,
I want to die.
I’m sick of this
Fucking shadow
Of life I’m trapped
Within right now
It’s not like I
Haven’t tried to
Fix things your way.
Au contraire! I
Gave up everything
To follow you.
Inside my head.
And the throbbing
In my soul; so
I can find peace –
However brief….
To tell the truth,
I want to die.
I’m sick of this
Fucking shadow
Of life I’m trapped
Within right now
It’s not like I
Haven’t tried to
Fix things your way.
Au contraire! I
Gave up everything
To follow you.
746 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 2:12am
17th Aug 2011 2:12am
Saguaro
There they stand, like tin soldiers
Set up by a small boy
To pass the time – the long time it takes to grow up.
But he learned – as we all do –
That time doesn’t stop, but
Falls like snow, melting just as quickly.
Time waits for nobody – not even itself.
So the child grows up before he can play;
He heads the call of life, leaving behind his hopes and dreams,
Lying round the floor,
Dead without him to believe in them.
For he believed them into existence.
They fade out of reality;
But the tin soldiers remain --
Standing watch for the...
Set up by a small boy
To pass the time – the long time it takes to grow up.
But he learned – as we all do –
That time doesn’t stop, but
Falls like snow, melting just as quickly.
Time waits for nobody – not even itself.
So the child grows up before he can play;
He heads the call of life, leaving behind his hopes and dreams,
Lying round the floor,
Dead without him to believe in them.
For he believed them into existence.
They fade out of reality;
But the tin soldiers remain --
Standing watch for the...
784 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 2:10am
17th Aug 2011 2:10am
"You are Loved"
Your purity is acidic,
Burning me up when i
Draw near you.
Does that make me evil?
Or does it make you
False and poisonous?
Yes, I hate your
“loving” gaze and smile
Which trigger me so.
Yet you preach your
Paper machete while
Disregarding it yourself.
We are both as fucked
Up as possible; so,
Neither of us are at fault.
You are acid and I base;
We sit at opposite ends
So that others may find
Life in the middle.
Burning me up when i
Draw near you.
Does that make me evil?
Or does it make you
False and poisonous?
Yes, I hate your
“loving” gaze and smile
Which trigger me so.
Yet you preach your
Paper machete while
Disregarding it yourself.
We are both as fucked
Up as possible; so,
Neither of us are at fault.
You are acid and I base;
We sit at opposite ends
So that others may find
Life in the middle.
693 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 00:43am
16th Aug 2011 00:43am
Manic Depression
See it is the witchy hour,
Twitchy fingers in my hand.
Welcome now our honored guest;
Enter daemon from beyond.
See the monsters shaking; they are
Making for the realms unknown.
This is now the hour when
A different power rises.
Now his bones are creaking slowly,
Seeking out his chosen prey.
Foolish souls, they’re still awake;
Run away while there’s still time.
Stupid boy with wrist that’s bleeding,
Thinking that you’re all alone.
He can smell your blood-stained mind;
Insanity has now arrived.
Twitchy fingers in my hand.
Welcome now our honored guest;
Enter daemon from beyond.
See the monsters shaking; they are
Making for the realms unknown.
This is now the hour when
A different power rises.
Now his bones are creaking slowly,
Seeking out his chosen prey.
Foolish souls, they’re still awake;
Run away while there’s still time.
Stupid boy with wrist that’s bleeding,
Thinking that you’re all alone.
He can smell your blood-stained mind;
Insanity has now arrived.
623 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 00:42am
16th Aug 2011 00:42am
Reflections on a Church Retreat (this is based solely on an experience of mine and i mean no disrespect to any religion)
To sleep and dream is a fear of mine,
So scared of what’s inside my head.
To live in hate is a fear of mine,
What happens when I lose control?
They say you’re at your weakest
When you find yourself alone.
So why is it I’m strongest without you?
To be restrained is a fear of mine’
When in a cage I go insane.
Belief and faith is a fear of mine;
They all have truth, but which is real?
I was told I needed it
To fix what’s wrong with me
Ironic cuz the druggies tell me the same.
So scared of what’s inside my head.
To live in hate is a fear of mine,
What happens when I lose control?
They say you’re at your weakest
When you find yourself alone.
So why is it I’m strongest without you?
To be restrained is a fear of mine’
When in a cage I go insane.
Belief and faith is a fear of mine;
They all have truth, but which is real?
I was told I needed it
To fix what’s wrong with me
Ironic cuz the druggies tell me the same.
691 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 1:24am
15th Aug 2011 1:24am
Introspection
So you like to mess me up.
I gotta say it’s pretty fun.
You’re lucky I’m a masochist.
I gave it all so willingly.
And in the end you bled me dry.
I’m still thirsty.
Your beauty is unparalleled.
So seducing is your touch.
God, you disgust me.
If it’s really caving in,
If you’ve finally snapped,
What took you?
I gotta say it’s pretty fun.
You’re lucky I’m a masochist.
I gave it all so willingly.
And in the end you bled me dry.
I’m still thirsty.
Your beauty is unparalleled.
So seducing is your touch.
God, you disgust me.
If it’s really caving in,
If you’ve finally snapped,
What took you?
795 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 1:23am
15th Aug 2011 1:23am
2 am.
The clock is ticking, tocking, ticking.
All my being yearns for sleeping.
Silently I twist and shout,
Strain myself I must stay still.
Yet in my head, the bells are ringing.
Twisted requiem they’re singing.
Shut my eyes and drown them out,
Still on, they chant with fiendish glee.
Through the mist, I see I’m sinking.
“It’s the end.” I find me thinking.
“Accept the things you can’t resist.”
“Enjoy the fall before you crash.”
All my being yearns for sleeping.
Silently I twist and shout,
Strain myself I must stay still.
Yet in my head, the bells are ringing.
Twisted requiem they’re singing.
Shut my eyes and drown them out,
Still on, they chant with fiendish glee.
Through the mist, I see I’m sinking.
“It’s the end.” I find me thinking.
“Accept the things you can’t resist.”
“Enjoy the fall before you crash.”
756 reads
1 Comment
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