Submissions by Jack_C
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every word is a whispered kiss.
DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 11:26pm
1st Apr 2016 11:26pm
The Confession 1/13
So many items for auction;
And so many poised to place bid
On items dark -- better left hid;
Watchful, I exercised caution
And kept my thoughts under a lid;
So many things up for adoption,
I wanted them all, so I did--
Curiousity left me no option
But to serve the whims of my Id.
My eye caught a varsity jacket,
My excitement unusually flared--
And no other bids undeclared!
I'd need to remember to track it,
Though my wallet was hardly prepared.
The auctioneer started his racket,
Determined, I kept my...
And so many poised to place bid
On items dark -- better left hid;
Watchful, I exercised caution
And kept my thoughts under a lid;
So many things up for adoption,
I wanted them all, so I did--
Curiousity left me no option
But to serve the whims of my Id.
My eye caught a varsity jacket,
My excitement unusually flared--
And no other bids undeclared!
I'd need to remember to track it,
Though my wallet was hardly prepared.
The auctioneer started his racket,
Determined, I kept my...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 5:58pm
1st Apr 2016 5:58pm
Inferno in Oz - 8
Let us take a moment, friends,
Observe the whole violent ado
As little bird on languid limb,
And have a quick review:
Dorothy, infused with rage
Aided by her faithful beast
Journeys north, while the Tin Man
Ventures from the east.
His charge? To locate Oscar Diggs
(The Wiz - though hardly "Wonderful"),
Drag him home to face his wrong,
And make him pay in full.
Meanwhile, Oscar and his guard
(the stoic, copper Tik-Tok man),
Sneaks the Munchkin countryside
(All part of the plan:
First, his...
Observe the whole violent ado
As little bird on languid limb,
And have a quick review:
Dorothy, infused with rage
Aided by her faithful beast
Journeys north, while the Tin Man
Ventures from the east.
His charge? To locate Oscar Diggs
(The Wiz - though hardly "Wonderful"),
Drag him home to face his wrong,
And make him pay in full.
Meanwhile, Oscar and his guard
(the stoic, copper Tik-Tok man),
Sneaks the Munchkin countryside
(All part of the plan:
First, his...
594 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
31st Mar 2016 4:49pm
31st Mar 2016 4:49pm
Sestina - 'Aurora'
What beauty on her face doth shine
As she lay in slumber, here;
Soft hands clasped o’er supple breast,
Golden hair ne’er out of place
Untouched for a thousand years,
Etern’lly perfect, lovely; clean.
Though my thoughts be pure and clean –
(Brightly doth my honour shine),
Returned to her I have, for years,
Standing guard over her, here
In this hidden, sacred place,
With my helmet at my breast.
Her altar-bed three foot a-breast,
Of polished stone, flawless and clean;
Whoever cursed her did gently place
Her body where the sun...
As she lay in slumber, here;
Soft hands clasped o’er supple breast,
Golden hair ne’er out of place
Untouched for a thousand years,
Etern’lly perfect, lovely; clean.
Though my thoughts be pure and clean –
(Brightly doth my honour shine),
Returned to her I have, for years,
Standing guard over her, here
In this hidden, sacred place,
With my helmet at my breast.
Her altar-bed three foot a-breast,
Of polished stone, flawless and clean;
Whoever cursed her did gently place
Her body where the sun...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 4:43pm
30th Mar 2016 4:43pm
Sonnet - Catharsis
Face to face, lips barely an inch apart,
Eyes closing with a calm, contented sigh,
The only sound the beating of my heart,
There's no one else on earth: just you and I.
The hands caress each other's gentle curves,
And foreheads touch -- the lips are closer in,
There's no chance of us calming down our nerves,
And gentlest kiss I place upon your chin.
At last, our eager lips, tentatively,
Graze each other, the teasing such a bliss,
Closer, hungrier, so desperately,
Finally caught in perfect, endless kiss.
A kiss so perfect that...
Eyes closing with a calm, contented sigh,
The only sound the beating of my heart,
There's no one else on earth: just you and I.
The hands caress each other's gentle curves,
And foreheads touch -- the lips are closer in,
There's no chance of us calming down our nerves,
And gentlest kiss I place upon your chin.
At last, our eager lips, tentatively,
Graze each other, the teasing such a bliss,
Closer, hungrier, so desperately,
Finally caught in perfect, endless kiss.
A kiss so perfect that...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 4:43pm
30th Mar 2016 4:43pm
Sonnet - 'Lotus'
Struggling through the darkness, breathing mud,
Helpless as depression suffocates,
Reduced to emptiness, mere flesh and blood,
Hopeless, near extinct, where hope abates.
Emerge from misery, my tired friend,
Things can't possibly stay at their worst,
Soon the rain will fall from sky above,
Let it give you strength and quench your thirst.
Reach, my friend, into the open air,
Fill your lungs, breathe the freshness deep,
Know the goodness that is waiting there,
Let it surround you, your spirit shall it keep.
Be not lost or frightened,...
Helpless as depression suffocates,
Reduced to emptiness, mere flesh and blood,
Hopeless, near extinct, where hope abates.
Emerge from misery, my tired friend,
Things can't possibly stay at their worst,
Soon the rain will fall from sky above,
Let it give you strength and quench your thirst.
Reach, my friend, into the open air,
Fill your lungs, breathe the freshness deep,
Know the goodness that is waiting there,
Let it surround you, your spirit shall it keep.
Be not lost or frightened,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 2:21am
30th Mar 2016 2:21am
Sonnet - 'Languid'
Hungrily, my hands seize both her hips,
Pulling her toward me as she gasps,
A moment's pause before I crush her lips
Into mine, my breath in eager rasps...
Overcome with need, clothes tear and shred,
Zippers loud as buttons hit the wall,
My fist coiled in her hair pull back her head,
A single thrust -- she shrieks and takes it all...
Glazed in sweat, our bodies grind and writhe,
Lost in carnal, primal need together,
My hands gripping, her body lean and lithe,
Sharing a peak that goes on near forever...
...Until languid,...
Pulling her toward me as she gasps,
A moment's pause before I crush her lips
Into mine, my breath in eager rasps...
Overcome with need, clothes tear and shred,
Zippers loud as buttons hit the wall,
My fist coiled in her hair pull back her head,
A single thrust -- she shrieks and takes it all...
Glazed in sweat, our bodies grind and writhe,
Lost in carnal, primal need together,
My hands gripping, her body lean and lithe,
Sharing a peak that goes on near forever...
...Until languid,...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 2:20am
30th Mar 2016 2:20am
The Visitor - 7/7
XIII
"I'm not going nowhere. Get offa my porch."
(every nerve in me flares like a torch --
I black out a while as she takes control there
when I come to we’re dragging him out BY THE HAIR
BACK TO THE W0ODS IN THE DARK OF THE TREES
I DR0P HIM AND GROWL 'GET UP ON YOUR KNEES'
HE MUMBLES 'EAT SHIT', AND PEERS UP AT ME
I HIT HIM SO HARD HE SMACKS INTO A TREE
Collette -- what are you doing -- this isn't the way
I never agreed to do murder toda --
YOU SAW WHAT I WENT THROUGH! HE NEEDS IT KNOWN
EVERY CONTUSION - EVERY BROKEN BONE...
"I'm not going nowhere. Get offa my porch."
(every nerve in me flares like a torch --
I black out a while as she takes control there
when I come to we’re dragging him out BY THE HAIR
BACK TO THE W0ODS IN THE DARK OF THE TREES
I DR0P HIM AND GROWL 'GET UP ON YOUR KNEES'
HE MUMBLES 'EAT SHIT', AND PEERS UP AT ME
I HIT HIM SO HARD HE SMACKS INTO A TREE
Collette -- what are you doing -- this isn't the way
I never agreed to do murder toda --
YOU SAW WHAT I WENT THROUGH! HE NEEDS IT KNOWN
EVERY CONTUSION - EVERY BROKEN BONE...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 3:20pm
29th Mar 2016 3:20pm
The Visitor - 6/7
XI
I know that she failed, or she'd still be alive
but not before waiting for him to arrive
he bids her "get up" in a voice she can tell
isn't sweet at all, but a prelude to Hell
she's slow standing up, feet bruised and unsteady
but manages to before mewling "I'm ready"
and then doubles over, every last muscle sore
and whispers "please, Sir, don't hit me anymore."
appeals to his ego (even kneeling a bit)
his expression changes, as if newly lit
and when he comes closer to give her a peck
she plunges the...
I know that she failed, or she'd still be alive
but not before waiting for him to arrive
he bids her "get up" in a voice she can tell
isn't sweet at all, but a prelude to Hell
she's slow standing up, feet bruised and unsteady
but manages to before mewling "I'm ready"
and then doubles over, every last muscle sore
and whispers "please, Sir, don't hit me anymore."
appeals to his ego (even kneeling a bit)
his expression changes, as if newly lit
and when he comes closer to give her a peck
she plunges the...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 3:17pm
29th Mar 2016 3:17pm
The Visitor - 5/7
IX
a moment or two while I regain my breath
knowing I'm going to witness her death
she pulls from the kiss, hands caressing my face
I'm suddenly nervous, and feel out of place
her expression is vacant, as if in a daze
the fog in these woods is a thick, milky haze
her eyes huge and wet -- an apology
for what's coming next, what she needs me to see
grazing my face with her cold, gentle touch
she edges in closer (I don't mind too much --
the present surroundings might not be ideal
she's so beautiful, and her kiss is unreal)
mouths lock...
a moment or two while I regain my breath
knowing I'm going to witness her death
she pulls from the kiss, hands caressing my face
I'm suddenly nervous, and feel out of place
her expression is vacant, as if in a daze
the fog in these woods is a thick, milky haze
her eyes huge and wet -- an apology
for what's coming next, what she needs me to see
grazing my face with her cold, gentle touch
she edges in closer (I don't mind too much --
the present surroundings might not be ideal
she's so beautiful, and her kiss is unreal)
mouths lock...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 6:07pm
24th Mar 2016 6:07pm
The Visitor - 4/7
VII
a moment goes by as I stare at the hole
(struggling to retain bowel control)
I must have been staring a little too long
She tugs on my coat, and I sense something wrong
I glance at her standing there, wild in the dark
she's shape shifted again, and the difference is stark
once all of the monster's had time to unfurl
What's left underneath is a scared teenage girl
she's flawless, her porcelain skin smooth as cream
such ethereal grace -- as if plucked from a dream
her eyes, once decayed, are now brilliantly lit
Her slender neck lovely,...
a moment goes by as I stare at the hole
(struggling to retain bowel control)
I must have been staring a little too long
She tugs on my coat, and I sense something wrong
I glance at her standing there, wild in the dark
she's shape shifted again, and the difference is stark
once all of the monster's had time to unfurl
What's left underneath is a scared teenage girl
she's flawless, her porcelain skin smooth as cream
such ethereal grace -- as if plucked from a dream
her eyes, once decayed, are now brilliantly lit
Her slender neck lovely,...
560 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2016 1:30pm
23rd Mar 2016 1:30pm
Sonnet - 'Immortal'
Weaver of the dreaming, gossamer stuff,
Of colour, light and shadow, tone and hue,
True artist, yet praise she'll oft rebuff,
Modest to the point of ingenue.
Despite her obstacles, she is a gem,
Masterpieces flow out through her hands,
Tapped into magic forces, attuned to them,
Raw creation, bent to her commands.
Artists like her seem to find a 'zone',
Distractions - even time itself - ignored,
As if seized by inspiration alone,
She shows us frontiers yet unexplored.
And though she puts such praises on a shelf,
The truth...
Of colour, light and shadow, tone and hue,
True artist, yet praise she'll oft rebuff,
Modest to the point of ingenue.
Despite her obstacles, she is a gem,
Masterpieces flow out through her hands,
Tapped into magic forces, attuned to them,
Raw creation, bent to her commands.
Artists like her seem to find a 'zone',
Distractions - even time itself - ignored,
As if seized by inspiration alone,
She shows us frontiers yet unexplored.
And though she puts such praises on a shelf,
The truth...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2016 11:32am
23rd Mar 2016 11:32am
The Visitor - 3/7
V
I've not been to high school in many a year
but I vaguely remember the girl sitting here
aside from her pallor, she’s almost the same
though I can't remember her first or last name
the bo0k doesn't say, which is kind of bizarre
the point of a yearbook's to note who you are
but there's nothing there but a bad photograph
of a girl in a pink dress, with no smile or laugh
she looks rather timid, face hid by long hair
as if she'd rather not have been stuck posing there
(gnarled finger pokes the page as if to attack it
to show me she's wearing...
I've not been to high school in many a year
but I vaguely remember the girl sitting here
aside from her pallor, she’s almost the same
though I can't remember her first or last name
the bo0k doesn't say, which is kind of bizarre
the point of a yearbook's to note who you are
but there's nothing there but a bad photograph
of a girl in a pink dress, with no smile or laugh
she looks rather timid, face hid by long hair
as if she'd rather not have been stuck posing there
(gnarled finger pokes the page as if to attack it
to show me she's wearing...
560 reads
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