Submissions by Infernus (Infernal Insight)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A creative freethinking romantic individual. Interesting in a strange borderline romantic way.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 12:29pm
22nd May 2015 12:29pm
Shedding Skin
Cleaning myself from the trails of time;
infinite weightlessness sensations
cascading among the tip of the spine,
reminding me of bodily foundations,
genetic laws and past generations,
beautiful arrays of permutations
brainstorms, lakes and fluctuations,
populous life changing operations.
-- . -- --- .-. .. . ... / .- .-. . / ... ..- -... -.-. --- -. ... -.-. .. --- ..- ...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
written to galvanize, enkindle and stir minds.
infinite weightlessness sensations
cascading among the tip of the spine,
reminding me of bodily foundations,
genetic laws and past generations,
beautiful arrays of permutations
brainstorms, lakes and fluctuations,
populous life changing operations.
-- . -- --- .-. .. . ... / .- .-. . / ... ..- -... -.-. --- -. ... -.-. .. --- ..- ...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
written to galvanize, enkindle and stir minds.
663 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 00:38am
22nd May 2015 00:38am
Co-fusion
The echoes came, the wind was moving,
The stage was perfectly introducing;
The story was set, told simply at first.
The attention and attraction of letters,
always telling us more but never versed...
lets go a little bit backwards together,
What is important to your story my friend;
forget the introduction, forget weather,
living life for goals running on without end...
Existence is everything
we imagine from politics to freedom.
from drinking to breast-feedings!
The rest as they say pieces,
Will soon fall...
The stage was perfectly introducing;
The story was set, told simply at first.
The attention and attraction of letters,
always telling us more but never versed...
lets go a little bit backwards together,
What is important to your story my friend;
forget the introduction, forget weather,
living life for goals running on without end...
Existence is everything
we imagine from politics to freedom.
from drinking to breast-feedings!
The rest as they say pieces,
Will soon fall...
605 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st May 2015 4:59pm
21st May 2015 4:59pm
Growth
The
fall has
come the most
wonderful leave
around somewhere
just flying on up into
the sky at night only to
be brought back again this fall shall
end so summer be warmer brighter
with good life company and variety
where every special device needs some
power converting
volts jolts
vast biological electrical
currents while
we take our tools for granted,
our most important object:
everything that has been caused
by
divine chances.
You!
are alive
fill the
rest out yourself ...
fall has
come the most
wonderful leave
around somewhere
just flying on up into
the sky at night only to
be brought back again this fall shall
end so summer be warmer brighter
with good life company and variety
where every special device needs some
power converting
volts jolts
vast biological electrical
currents while
we take our tools for granted,
our most important object:
everything that has been caused
by
divine chances.
You!
are alive
fill the
rest out yourself ...
610 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th May 2015 5:00pm
20th May 2015 5:00pm
Ode to Her
The vast infiuite abyss where we animate stratagems,
some-in perplexion thus act inwards towards safety,
balance is said to be needed, so tightly use both hands to strangle,
the ego with non-ego for the chance of combination,
waking all shadows within the gross and vile adversary,
submit ye self to love while acting in order with freewill,
then with will cometh hate, war and criticism, not the true self,
shadows made for the chance of union are imaginary,
repression fairs much better in delaying personal freedom,
forming odes, tales and to inconvenience...
some-in perplexion thus act inwards towards safety,
balance is said to be needed, so tightly use both hands to strangle,
the ego with non-ego for the chance of combination,
waking all shadows within the gross and vile adversary,
submit ye self to love while acting in order with freewill,
then with will cometh hate, war and criticism, not the true self,
shadows made for the chance of union are imaginary,
repression fairs much better in delaying personal freedom,
forming odes, tales and to inconvenience...
659 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2015 7:37pm
19th May 2015 7:37pm
Sanguinolency
Sanguivorous sanitarian.:
Ic ábiddan gé áscian mín hléoþcwide,
forwordenes drohtian wiðinnan mín,
swá ic fæstnung gebedian toeacan þé,
ádwellan mec swá gé dóm.
These words above so told my master,
I have many masters as do you,
knowldege be power birngs suffering,
no-one wants pain yet still it appears.
Ye already know this teaching,
ye have read it lightyears ago,
the memroy plays tricks it picks,
so better to banish and grow.
Do not let these words corrupt ye,
ye being made from perfection,
ye already...
Ic ábiddan gé áscian mín hléoþcwide,
forwordenes drohtian wiðinnan mín,
swá ic fæstnung gebedian toeacan þé,
ádwellan mec swá gé dóm.
These words above so told my master,
I have many masters as do you,
knowldege be power birngs suffering,
no-one wants pain yet still it appears.
Ye already know this teaching,
ye have read it lightyears ago,
the memroy plays tricks it picks,
so better to banish and grow.
Do not let these words corrupt ye,
ye being made from perfection,
ye already...
680 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2015 11:02am
19th May 2015 11:02am
The Three Crows
Whilst walking to aid another with supplies,
ye shall see three black crows watching
out of the corner of thy twisted eyes.
A sight often missed by myriads of mocking,
silent watchers are told to seal their lips
they fly in unison their formula working.
Walking on land towards great cargo ships,
pondering and planning another great work
made of desire born in thy fungal furnaces.
Yet ravens along with the crows start to smirk,
chanting their songs of hidden lore
"ye are but a philosopher waiting for her".
Flash...
ye shall see three black crows watching
out of the corner of thy twisted eyes.
A sight often missed by myriads of mocking,
silent watchers are told to seal their lips
they fly in unison their formula working.
Walking on land towards great cargo ships,
pondering and planning another great work
made of desire born in thy fungal furnaces.
Yet ravens along with the crows start to smirk,
chanting their songs of hidden lore
"ye are but a philosopher waiting for her".
Flash...
552 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th May 2015 10:38am
19th May 2015 10:38am
Livelihood
Sustenance ye nectar of sunspots laced with lunar currents,
echoing onward in the cavities of blood, oxygen and stomach acids,
expecting nothing but greatness, prosperity and madness,
rejoice all ye people, for ye hold within the fruit of the Gods.
Expect trials by fire from tribulations of grievous troubles,
onward muster on boldly from the totality of ye adversary,
gladness ye shall echo boldly "the more water the higher the boat",
Dogs are said to be mans best friend, not different from...
echoing onward in the cavities of blood, oxygen and stomach acids,
expecting nothing but greatness, prosperity and madness,
rejoice all ye people, for ye hold within the fruit of the Gods.
Expect trials by fire from tribulations of grievous troubles,
onward muster on boldly from the totality of ye adversary,
gladness ye shall echo boldly "the more water the higher the boat",
Dogs are said to be mans best friend, not different from...
695 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2015 6:48pm
18th May 2015 6:48pm
Hug
Tightly squish yourself into my chest,
I hate hugs, handshakes and sex,
but you, you weird little thing,
you bring me hope, love and glory.
I hate hugs, handshakes and sex,
I know a part of me craves it,
you bring me hope, love and glory,
if only, if only you stayed longer.
I know a part of me craves it,
but you, you weird little thing,
if only, if only you stayed longer,
tightly squish yourself into my chest.
..--- / -.-. ..- .--. ...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus, ...
I hate hugs, handshakes and sex,
but you, you weird little thing,
you bring me hope, love and glory.
I hate hugs, handshakes and sex,
I know a part of me craves it,
you bring me hope, love and glory,
if only, if only you stayed longer.
I know a part of me craves it,
but you, you weird little thing,
if only, if only you stayed longer,
tightly squish yourself into my chest.
..--- / -.-. ..- .--. ...
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus, ...
662 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2015 00:16am
18th May 2015 00:16am
The Years
Oh great and powerful wisdom that has come with the ages,
I hope I do you justice, treat your greatness fairly,
strive onwards and give perfect boundless details-
in the form of here these tragically honest written words.
From the years leading to "setbacks" then findings and trends
that led to various cures and treatments for prolonged life,
to this age of "expressing" wholly on mobile phones that
carry...
I hope I do you justice, treat your greatness fairly,
strive onwards and give perfect boundless details-
in the form of here these tragically honest written words.
From the years leading to "setbacks" then findings and trends
that led to various cures and treatments for prolonged life,
to this age of "expressing" wholly on mobile phones that
carry...
639 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th May 2015 3:44pm
17th May 2015 3:44pm
The Path I
Triplet at birth: Destroyer, Mercury and Paradise.
Destroyer only had a large heart; he died in one week,
Paradise fell from sickness after two; the cold snapped
him from me. Left with only my sister to guide.
At birth I knew past lives personal
tales, lore, creation, death and burning rage
engraved into my skin, mind and bones
marking the loss of my brothers; Culling *
With age I held onto the memories,
but philosophy I did only require,
then came Easter; the aura burst into fire.
...
Destroyer only had a large heart; he died in one week,
Paradise fell from sickness after two; the cold snapped
him from me. Left with only my sister to guide.
At birth I knew past lives personal
tales, lore, creation, death and burning rage
engraved into my skin, mind and bones
marking the loss of my brothers; Culling *
With age I held onto the memories,
but philosophy I did only require,
then came Easter; the aura burst into fire.
...
588 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2015 12:52pm
17th May 2015 12:52pm
Poisoned Oak X-I
I
Oh man, for man you be not,
yet live as such.
Glad in joy, sorrowing pain.
there are those who find sorrow and seek it in spades,
what you shall seek is thy flame,
knowing this you call it fate.
II
The mirror reflects, gently projects, that is,
it accepts change, movement and all.
Remember those who seek,
what they find is themselves,
meaning they be glad at sorrow end.
III
Like the river, changes with time,
change...
Oh man, for man you be not,
yet live as such.
Glad in joy, sorrowing pain.
there are those who find sorrow and seek it in spades,
what you shall seek is thy flame,
knowing this you call it fate.
II
The mirror reflects, gently projects, that is,
it accepts change, movement and all.
Remember those who seek,
what they find is themselves,
meaning they be glad at sorrow end.
III
Like the river, changes with time,
change...
647 reads
0 Comments
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