Submissions by Jack_C
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every word is a whispered kiss.
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 5:15pm
22nd Mar 2016 5:15pm
The Visitor - 2/7
III
why do I want to be haunted? It's weird
to wish for a visit from something I feared
but she needs to come back, for I need to know
and she hasn't returned for two nights in a row
I know what you're thinking, I don't disagree
I should leave it alone, and yet here, on night three
I open the window -- not wide, just a crack
and I lie in bed waiting for her to come back
after a moment, I hear an odd sound
not here in my room, but down on the ground
a glance at the window shows nothing at all
so I lean out to see, careful not to fall
in...
why do I want to be haunted? It's weird
to wish for a visit from something I feared
but she needs to come back, for I need to know
and she hasn't returned for two nights in a row
I know what you're thinking, I don't disagree
I should leave it alone, and yet here, on night three
I open the window -- not wide, just a crack
and I lie in bed waiting for her to come back
after a moment, I hear an odd sound
not here in my room, but down on the ground
a glance at the window shows nothing at all
so I lean out to see, careful not to fall
in...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 5:02pm
22nd Mar 2016 5:02pm
The Visitor - 1/7
(This is a repost of a longer piece, better organized and easier to find. Enjoy. -J.)
I
darkness of night, lit only by moon
she opens the window, climbs into my room
I can smell her hair, hear her gasping for breath,
covered in filth, and the foul stench of death
her head swivels toward me, as if on a hinge
she croaks at me, as I shudder and cringe
her one good eye staring, demanding my own,
my mouth dry, I stammer 'leave me alone'
I can't tell if she heard -- she doesn't reply
just stands there staring, with one milky eye
suddenly,...
I
darkness of night, lit only by moon
she opens the window, climbs into my room
I can smell her hair, hear her gasping for breath,
covered in filth, and the foul stench of death
her head swivels toward me, as if on a hinge
she croaks at me, as I shudder and cringe
her one good eye staring, demanding my own,
my mouth dry, I stammer 'leave me alone'
I can't tell if she heard -- she doesn't reply
just stands there staring, with one milky eye
suddenly,...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 4:27pm
21st Mar 2016 4:27pm
Sonnet - So Close
I know that you moved on after I passed,
I can hardly blame you, after a year.
This is just the way the die was cast,
And no matter what, I'll be right here.
Sometimes, when you have her stay the night,
I crawl inside her, just to feel you, too,
It's terrible, I know. It isn't right,
But I miss you. What else can I do?
It's not like I possess her all the time --
Only when you two are making love.
Through her nerves, I feel your touch sublime,
And wear her ecstasy just like a glove.
It's the only way to feel you, don't you see?...
I can hardly blame you, after a year.
This is just the way the die was cast,
And no matter what, I'll be right here.
Sometimes, when you have her stay the night,
I crawl inside her, just to feel you, too,
It's terrible, I know. It isn't right,
But I miss you. What else can I do?
It's not like I possess her all the time --
Only when you two are making love.
Through her nerves, I feel your touch sublime,
And wear her ecstasy just like a glove.
It's the only way to feel you, don't you see?...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 4:24pm
21st Mar 2016 4:24pm
Sonnet - Vixen
Dripping with pure carnal energy,
The vixen is a thing of pure desire;
She has achieved such sensual mastery
Her passion is a roaring, ravenous fire.
My trembling fingers o'er her perfect skin,
The hunger in that awe-inspiring smirk,
The way she seizes me, and pulls me in,
Whispers in my ear to get to work...
..It's almost too addictive -- too intense
Attraction so much more than chemistry,
Almost frightening, pleasure so immense,
She drives me past the point of ecstasy.
Her appetite a lust so unrestrained,
It cannot be...
The vixen is a thing of pure desire;
She has achieved such sensual mastery
Her passion is a roaring, ravenous fire.
My trembling fingers o'er her perfect skin,
The hunger in that awe-inspiring smirk,
The way she seizes me, and pulls me in,
Whispers in my ear to get to work...
..It's almost too addictive -- too intense
Attraction so much more than chemistry,
Almost frightening, pleasure so immense,
She drives me past the point of ecstasy.
Her appetite a lust so unrestrained,
It cannot be...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Mar 2016 4:24pm
20th Mar 2016 4:24pm
Chewing (Unburied)
Earthworms crawl and wriggle just beneath my saggy flesh
My eyes won't open so I can't see I'm a rotten mess
My nose fell off sometime ago -- can't smell my dessication
I'm likely dead, which would explain my dark incarceration
No light or fresh air in this little box of dampened pine
I can hear them chewing as the bugs sit down to dine
Even though my eyes don't work, the walls are closing in
I can't tell if I'm breathing, but the air is getting thin
I've got to get myself free of this horrid grave
Alive or dead, the outside air is what...
My eyes won't open so I can't see I'm a rotten mess
My nose fell off sometime ago -- can't smell my dessication
I'm likely dead, which would explain my dark incarceration
No light or fresh air in this little box of dampened pine
I can hear them chewing as the bugs sit down to dine
Even though my eyes don't work, the walls are closing in
I can't tell if I'm breathing, but the air is getting thin
I've got to get myself free of this horrid grave
Alive or dead, the outside air is what...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2016 4:22pm
20th Mar 2016 4:22pm
Echoes
Here we are again, my love,
Adrift in patient, whispered kiss;
Floating clear to Heav'n above,
Climbing e'er toward our bliss.
Lying there in afterglow,
Relaxation turns to sleep;
Where beneath --no, where below--
Conjurations lurk and creep.
Much of what we see in dreaming
Sorts the mind, leaves it unstressed--
But why then do we oft wake, screaming,
Thus negating any rest?
Mayhap these hallucinations
Are echoes of our deepest fears,
Given form, by machinations
Of our memory's billion gears?
Or perhaps, the...
Adrift in patient, whispered kiss;
Floating clear to Heav'n above,
Climbing e'er toward our bliss.
Lying there in afterglow,
Relaxation turns to sleep;
Where beneath --no, where below--
Conjurations lurk and creep.
Much of what we see in dreaming
Sorts the mind, leaves it unstressed--
But why then do we oft wake, screaming,
Thus negating any rest?
Mayhap these hallucinations
Are echoes of our deepest fears,
Given form, by machinations
Of our memory's billion gears?
Or perhaps, the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2016 2:23pm
19th Mar 2016 2:23pm
Beloved One
Stay right here, beloved one,
Into mine arms retreat,
Rest thy head upon my chest,
And maketh me complete.
Thou art mine everlasting light,
Through every dreadful day,
And in my heart there is a place
Where thine affections lay.
Thy voice a lilting symphony
From lips divine and soft,
They sing to me a lovely song
That holds my soul aloft.
Thy hands so gentle, creamy smooth,
Thy skin so lovely, warm,
To touch you sets my nerves alight--
A blissful lightning storm.
Without thee, I am ever lost,
Wandering...
Into mine arms retreat,
Rest thy head upon my chest,
And maketh me complete.
Thou art mine everlasting light,
Through every dreadful day,
And in my heart there is a place
Where thine affections lay.
Thy voice a lilting symphony
From lips divine and soft,
They sing to me a lovely song
That holds my soul aloft.
Thy hands so gentle, creamy smooth,
Thy skin so lovely, warm,
To touch you sets my nerves alight--
A blissful lightning storm.
Without thee, I am ever lost,
Wandering...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2016 2:23pm
19th Mar 2016 2:23pm
Buried
Eyes flip open to the sound
Of all the bugs beneath the ground
Chewing on my rotting skin
Working their way deep within
I can feel it - everywhere
I can't get them out of there
They didn't even leave a light
None of this is sitting right
Don't get me wrong - there is no pain
But the chewing sounds drive me insane
If only they would go away
Then I could think, and be okay
But they won't leave me alone
Out of flesh, they'll eat the bone
There'll be nothing left of me
Unless I can get myself free
----
Of all the bugs beneath the ground
Chewing on my rotting skin
Working their way deep within
I can feel it - everywhere
I can't get them out of there
They didn't even leave a light
None of this is sitting right
Don't get me wrong - there is no pain
But the chewing sounds drive me insane
If only they would go away
Then I could think, and be okay
But they won't leave me alone
Out of flesh, they'll eat the bone
There'll be nothing left of me
Unless I can get myself free
----
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 8:21pm
18th Mar 2016 8:21pm
Nightlight Stakeout
I know you're there
I hear you seething
keeping time with
my deep breathing
I see the smoke
from under there
and that smell
like burning hair
laugh all you like
I'm on to you
face me demon
see it through
I have no fear
won't hesitate
to channel all
my darkest hate
follow you
under the bed
and wipe the grin
right off your head
smash my way
into your nest
take what's mine
and burn the rest
you may have
the upper hand
but wait and see
what I've got planned
you took...
I hear you seething
keeping time with
my deep breathing
I see the smoke
from under there
and that smell
like burning hair
laugh all you like
I'm on to you
face me demon
see it through
I have no fear
won't hesitate
to channel all
my darkest hate
follow you
under the bed
and wipe the grin
right off your head
smash my way
into your nest
take what's mine
and burn the rest
you may have
the upper hand
but wait and see
what I've got planned
you took...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 8:20pm
18th Mar 2016 8:20pm
Sonnet - No Victory
Dead of night. The sprawling city sleeps,
The only sounds my ever-aching bones;
Pain starts low, then upwardly it creeps,
Then out my mouth in desperate cries and moans.
Which sin be mine, to earn such agony?
What deed so vile, to earn the Maker's scorn?
What purpose served by life in misery,
So horrid as to wish to ne'er been born?
Of course no answer comes. What would suffice?
That suffering is a part of Life's design,
Or that there be some painless Paradise?
If that be all, then why not jump the line?
Speak not of that. No...
The only sounds my ever-aching bones;
Pain starts low, then upwardly it creeps,
Then out my mouth in desperate cries and moans.
Which sin be mine, to earn such agony?
What deed so vile, to earn the Maker's scorn?
What purpose served by life in misery,
So horrid as to wish to ne'er been born?
Of course no answer comes. What would suffice?
That suffering is a part of Life's design,
Or that there be some painless Paradise?
If that be all, then why not jump the line?
Speak not of that. No...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2016 9:37pm
17th Mar 2016 9:37pm
Chair (Blank Verse)
Seat me in this chair, and bind my wrists
And ankles to the wood, and leave me there
Immobile and helpless, at your mercy
As you dance in crimson lingerie
Coiling, writhing, grinding in my lap
Tasting of my mouth, and grinning sly
Hands tangled gently in my hair
Your body teasing mine, I gasp and squirm
Your hands travel slowly down my chest
Tracing my abs with eager fingernails
Playing at my belt, always smiling
A mewl of hunger sighs from eager lips
Belt loosens, lust stiffens, and hands wander
Freeing my hard pleasure, finally ...
And ankles to the wood, and leave me there
Immobile and helpless, at your mercy
As you dance in crimson lingerie
Coiling, writhing, grinding in my lap
Tasting of my mouth, and grinning sly
Hands tangled gently in my hair
Your body teasing mine, I gasp and squirm
Your hands travel slowly down my chest
Tracing my abs with eager fingernails
Playing at my belt, always smiling
A mewl of hunger sighs from eager lips
Belt loosens, lust stiffens, and hands wander
Freeing my hard pleasure, finally ...
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Mar 2016 1:35pm
17th Mar 2016 1:35pm
Trial of the Lilithite - Introduction
(This should go at the beginning of the series, but I missed it. Enjoy. - JC.
My name at birth: Ben Collingsworth,
A former Magistrate;
For what we did, my tears I hid
And no longer shall I wait.
Dark memories stored in the Year of our Lord
Sixteen eighty seven;
The tale within steeped in my sin;
Confess'd to earn passage to Heaven.
A debt I owe, so thou shalt know
The town on which we trod,
And how it fell straight into hell,
In the name of the Lord, our God.
My Lord - I beg -- this powder keg
Was not my heart's...
My name at birth: Ben Collingsworth,
A former Magistrate;
For what we did, my tears I hid
And no longer shall I wait.
Dark memories stored in the Year of our Lord
Sixteen eighty seven;
The tale within steeped in my sin;
Confess'd to earn passage to Heaven.
A debt I owe, so thou shalt know
The town on which we trod,
And how it fell straight into hell,
In the name of the Lord, our God.
My Lord - I beg -- this powder keg
Was not my heart's...
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