Submissions by Intricate_B
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I is what I is..
SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Sep 2013 3:27pm
23rd Sep 2013 3:27pm
An Angel's broken wings (possible lyrics)
I love her to death,
Though unable to express,
The thoughts that plague my mind,
Make me an emotional mess.
Without means to speak
On things that truly matter,
With a decision made,
A bullet sprays with liquid splatter.
I broke the wings of an angel.
And for that I will burn.
For breaking the will of a saint,
This is my punishment earned.
The act of a heart shattering,
And soul weeping
Shakes the very earth,
And stops my heart beating
And lowers my worth,
For the strongest force known to man
Is the love...
Though unable to express,
The thoughts that plague my mind,
Make me an emotional mess.
Without means to speak
On things that truly matter,
With a decision made,
A bullet sprays with liquid splatter.
I broke the wings of an angel.
And for that I will burn.
For breaking the will of a saint,
This is my punishment earned.
The act of a heart shattering,
And soul weeping
Shakes the very earth,
And stops my heart beating
And lowers my worth,
For the strongest force known to man
Is the love...
969 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2013 3:14pm
23rd Sep 2013 3:14pm
Curiosity?
As we sit here,
Were you to gaze transfixed
Upon me,
You will notice layers like an onion.
Eyes locked upon eyes,
You see the brownish,
Hues of mine.
Then to gaze a bit deeper,
You recognize the windows
To my soul, self and me.
Upon wiping clean these Windows,
You become slightly confused;
You witness a scene
Multiplying into itself.
A mass of what the Fuck is this.
Though you're unable to
Confidently pinpoint exactly what it is
That's so fucking off..
And slowly,
You begin making out the shape
Of a...
Were you to gaze transfixed
Upon me,
You will notice layers like an onion.
Eyes locked upon eyes,
You see the brownish,
Hues of mine.
Then to gaze a bit deeper,
You recognize the windows
To my soul, self and me.
Upon wiping clean these Windows,
You become slightly confused;
You witness a scene
Multiplying into itself.
A mass of what the Fuck is this.
Though you're unable to
Confidently pinpoint exactly what it is
That's so fucking off..
And slowly,
You begin making out the shape
Of a...
727 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 11:02am
16th Sep 2013 11:02am
Insanity Lied
INSANITY WHY?!
Do you insist on
Embracing me as though
That's what you're
Supposed to do?!
You lead me in a
Malevolent fashion,
To believe that there is
Comfort in allowing you
To bathe me in your false glow?
Well insanity...
I need you to listen and,
Hear with un-muddied ears;
Focus on the words that pour
Fluidly from my bent mind.
In your embrace,
I have searched for solace
From a world cold and cruel.
But, your bosom wasn't warm.
You aren't comforting, and
Definitely do nothing
To ease my pain....
Do you insist on
Embracing me as though
That's what you're
Supposed to do?!
You lead me in a
Malevolent fashion,
To believe that there is
Comfort in allowing you
To bathe me in your false glow?
Well insanity...
I need you to listen and,
Hear with un-muddied ears;
Focus on the words that pour
Fluidly from my bent mind.
In your embrace,
I have searched for solace
From a world cold and cruel.
But, your bosom wasn't warm.
You aren't comforting, and
Definitely do nothing
To ease my pain....
799 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2013 4:49pm
11th Sep 2013 4:49pm
The descent
The slow descent into insanity.
I can actually feel it happening.
Once, was I perched,
Precariously atop the fence
That defined the thin line
Between genius and insanity.
When the metaphorical boot
Gently landed upon my ass,
I landed on the crazy side.
Bare feet planted firmly
In the greenest,
Ankle high plushness of grass
On the side of
Lollipop trees,
And padded wall skies,
I gaze around with
Un-muddied eyes with
The deepest sense of familiarity.
With an un-felt snap within my head,
Insanity welcomed me with open...
I can actually feel it happening.
Once, was I perched,
Precariously atop the fence
That defined the thin line
Between genius and insanity.
When the metaphorical boot
Gently landed upon my ass,
I landed on the crazy side.
Bare feet planted firmly
In the greenest,
Ankle high plushness of grass
On the side of
Lollipop trees,
And padded wall skies,
I gaze around with
Un-muddied eyes with
The deepest sense of familiarity.
With an un-felt snap within my head,
Insanity welcomed me with open...
788 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Sep 2013 2:19am
6th Sep 2013 2:19am
A dream state (short story)
Finally asleep around 4am, after a night locked in my head, I found myself walking placidly down a weathered, drab, and colorless street in a little town.
The town where I find myself when figuring out the lessons taught by my subconscious. Dust bowl, Equilibrium.
Feeling compelled to trudge forth as though on a leash. The master at the other end? My soul. Like a moth to a flame in an otherwise pitch black landscape, I felt a magnetic draw that I was unable to escape. Anxiety. Heels dragging as though, trying to delay the inevitable.
On a colorless street, in a long forgotten...
The town where I find myself when figuring out the lessons taught by my subconscious. Dust bowl, Equilibrium.
Feeling compelled to trudge forth as though on a leash. The master at the other end? My soul. Like a moth to a flame in an otherwise pitch black landscape, I felt a magnetic draw that I was unable to escape. Anxiety. Heels dragging as though, trying to delay the inevitable.
On a colorless street, in a long forgotten...
857 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 7:17pm
30th Aug 2013 7:17pm
To feel for the first time true
Internally wrought with ferocity I fought,
The demon I brought and insanity I caught.
Questions of insanity, sorely confirmed
Grey hairs are thick, each one I've earned.
When presented with truth, these thoughts make sense.
Clearing the fog, that used to be dense.
I wasn't a bad kid like I pondered so often.
In realization, my calloused heart begins to soften.
Now pondering, my fucked decisions,
One sticks out hard, with fierce recognition.
The day that I left her, my saint of a wife,
The one who opened my eyes to love.
Who taught me to...
The demon I brought and insanity I caught.
Questions of insanity, sorely confirmed
Grey hairs are thick, each one I've earned.
When presented with truth, these thoughts make sense.
Clearing the fog, that used to be dense.
I wasn't a bad kid like I pondered so often.
In realization, my calloused heart begins to soften.
Now pondering, my fucked decisions,
One sticks out hard, with fierce recognition.
The day that I left her, my saint of a wife,
The one who opened my eyes to love.
Who taught me to...
686 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 5:15pm
30th Aug 2013 5:15pm
Truest of true..
Questions of sanity Plague my
"mad man's internal".
Dialogues run rampant,
Bouncing wall to wall within
The shell of a skull where,
A fractured brain causes this sound mind
To feel as though it's out of place
In this brokedown palace of a body...
Striking deep this essence
To release a bellow of eternal purity..
A wail for solace,
Shaking the very foundation of this body,
Dissolving the bond of the smallest molecules,
That form this body.
Deteriorating this decorated body
To bust at the seams,
Unable to provide...
"mad man's internal".
Dialogues run rampant,
Bouncing wall to wall within
The shell of a skull where,
A fractured brain causes this sound mind
To feel as though it's out of place
In this brokedown palace of a body...
Striking deep this essence
To release a bellow of eternal purity..
A wail for solace,
Shaking the very foundation of this body,
Dissolving the bond of the smallest molecules,
That form this body.
Deteriorating this decorated body
To bust at the seams,
Unable to provide...
710 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2013 1:40am
22nd Aug 2013 1:40am
Imagine
The purity of innocence
Powerful enough to conjure
A show of epic proportions
Picture the imagination
Cogs turning in a young mind
Painting the picture
Of innocence lost
The nostalgia of a feeling so pure
The "Anything can happen"
Felt only when imagination
Runs amock
And we take our pet elephant
For his first car ride.
I weep for my loss...
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Powerful enough to conjure
A show of epic proportions
Picture the imagination
Cogs turning in a young mind
Painting the picture
Of innocence lost
The nostalgia of a feeling so pure
The "Anything can happen"
Felt only when imagination
Runs amock
And we take our pet elephant
For his first car ride.
I weep for my loss...
Intricate B
https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=152062208329721&__user=653128682
800 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2013 11:26pm
20th Aug 2013 11:26pm
Dr. Gonzo weeps
The Gonzo stylings of a generation passing
Resonates the mind of the American fuck up.
Free love
Free range roaming
Peace
And free speech
Are slowly being replaced with
Fuck love
Stay put
Fuck you and
Fuck what you think.
This wasted youth,
Being just old enough to remember
The dusk of the hippie era and
A love your neighbor unconditional,
Am watching with heavy heart
The track laid by my hippie parents and forefathers
O n a steady decline.
The deterioration of society as a whole.
Witness to the unveiling of...
Resonates the mind of the American fuck up.
Free love
Free range roaming
Peace
And free speech
Are slowly being replaced with
Fuck love
Stay put
Fuck you and
Fuck what you think.
This wasted youth,
Being just old enough to remember
The dusk of the hippie era and
A love your neighbor unconditional,
Am watching with heavy heart
The track laid by my hippie parents and forefathers
O n a steady decline.
The deterioration of society as a whole.
Witness to the unveiling of...
809 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Aug 2013 6:59pm
19th Aug 2013 6:59pm
Cold
As my soul departs
from it's earthly tomb,
and the color drains from my face,
and my heart slows
from its normal pumping pace.
I'm wrapped in the shroud,
deaths loving embrace. Internal peace with release,
deaths cold glare in my face.
Relieved of my breath, and
the warmth of my skin,
my body just died,
to be born again..
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from it's earthly tomb,
and the color drains from my face,
and my heart slows
from its normal pumping pace.
I'm wrapped in the shroud,
deaths loving embrace. Internal peace with release,
deaths cold glare in my face.
Relieved of my breath, and
the warmth of my skin,
my body just died,
to be born again..
Intricate B
https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=152062208329721&__user=653128682
841 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2013 7:12pm
10th Aug 2013 7:12pm
Summer pitch
What I thought that I thought
I didn't think
And what I think that I didn't think
I thought
So goes the process of
"Am I crazy?"
The eternal monologue of a
Wasted youth
Questions I thought answered
Linger with doubt in a
Wrought with doubt
Almost shattered mind
The questions remain..
Without answer
For heavy is the weight
Of doubt.
Thoughts of what if
Of, maybe
Of, if only
My mind un-tranquil
Un-easy, with
The un-attainable
Right when I think
I've hot it pegged
Life steps to mound...
I didn't think
And what I think that I didn't think
I thought
So goes the process of
"Am I crazy?"
The eternal monologue of a
Wasted youth
Questions I thought answered
Linger with doubt in a
Wrought with doubt
Almost shattered mind
The questions remain..
Without answer
For heavy is the weight
Of doubt.
Thoughts of what if
Of, maybe
Of, if only
My mind un-tranquil
Un-easy, with
The un-attainable
Right when I think
I've hot it pegged
Life steps to mound...
701 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 8:06pm
9th Aug 2013 8:06pm
Reminiscent hard on
The warm wrench of the gut..
A deep sense of familiarity.
The nostalgia rampant
On memories of
Yesteryear's stomping ground.
The park where I
Lost my virginity and
Caught my first
Public nudity charge.
In the same day...
Reminiscent hard on....
A deep sense of familiarity.
The nostalgia rampant
On memories of
Yesteryear's stomping ground.
The park where I
Lost my virginity and
Caught my first
Public nudity charge.
In the same day...
Reminiscent hard on....
871 reads
10 Comments
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