Submissions by James_A_Knight
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Steps (Suicide content Warning)
I stand at the bottom of the cliffs
A staircase winds up
Through the gorse and bracken
Its night, I'm alone, I can smell the sea.
Each step up brings me closer to the cliffs
Closer to the memorial benches
The rabbit nibbled grass
The rickety wood and wire fence
The sign warning of the drop
Up I climb
Rising closer to the top
When I am half way
I feel like turning back
I don't. I climb
I reach the top
Metres from the edge
The breeze from the sea is cooler up here
The orange lamps...
A staircase winds up
Through the gorse and bracken
Its night, I'm alone, I can smell the sea.
Each step up brings me closer to the cliffs
Closer to the memorial benches
The rabbit nibbled grass
The rickety wood and wire fence
The sign warning of the drop
Up I climb
Rising closer to the top
When I am half way
I feel like turning back
I don't. I climb
I reach the top
Metres from the edge
The breeze from the sea is cooler up here
The orange lamps...
#suicide
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Porcelain Origami
She folds herself into a swan
So she can fly away
She cracks but never breaks
She reinforced her porcelain
So she can fly away
She cracks but never breaks
She reinforced her porcelain
#birds
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2 Comments
THE ADVENTURE OF STUMPY AND THE DUMPSTER BOY
A three legged dog with brown curly fur waited in the alleyway.
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
#dogs
#dreams
#nightmares
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Dreamscape #87
The night is soundless and soft
The horse’s hooves
Fall Rhythmic
Gently clobbering the dusty grass
The journey is nearly over
Ahead a sparse cluster of pine trees
Lit up by a waning moon.
The horse carries me
Though his back is tired.
I get off and lead him through the trees
A SHIMMERING LIGHT
The moon swims upon the lake
I lead the horse to its edge and he drinks
I take the load off the horse
I take my rod from the saddlebag and set up a line
I make a fire from dead wood
The smoke smells of her ...
The horse’s hooves
Fall Rhythmic
Gently clobbering the dusty grass
The journey is nearly over
Ahead a sparse cluster of pine trees
Lit up by a waning moon.
The horse carries me
Though his back is tired.
I get off and lead him through the trees
A SHIMMERING LIGHT
The moon swims upon the lake
I lead the horse to its edge and he drinks
I take the load off the horse
I take my rod from the saddlebag and set up a line
I make a fire from dead wood
The smoke smells of her ...
#dreams
#fish
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4 Comments
Nightmare Scape #49
Sleep leaves the waking mind.
The floor rises with hope.
Crashing down into despair.
Standing in the bridge of an unknown ship.
Everything is rusted iron and flaking paint.
Staring out of the broken glass.
A dark sea floods over the rusted flight deck.
Full steam into the abyss.
The controls are jammed.
The vessel deserted.
Full steam into the moonless storm.
The wind blows through the bridge.
The foam swells over the decks.
Rising hope filled waves.
Crashing into despair.
Full steam into...
The floor rises with hope.
Crashing down into despair.
Standing in the bridge of an unknown ship.
Everything is rusted iron and flaking paint.
Staring out of the broken glass.
A dark sea floods over the rusted flight deck.
Full steam into the abyss.
The controls are jammed.
The vessel deserted.
Full steam into the moonless storm.
The wind blows through the bridge.
The foam swells over the decks.
Rising hope filled waves.
Crashing into despair.
Full steam into...
#hope
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2 Comments
Dreamscape #56
A waterfall pours from mossy green rocks
From smooth rocky hills
Into a warm shallow pool
The sound of the plunging water
Merges with birdsong
The sun is bright, the air is warm
You float in the pool
The smell of roast crab and toast
Fills your nose
The pool is calm
The day is long
Drifting in clear blue water
By bright green mossy rocks
Warm yellow sun
From smooth rocky hills
Into a warm shallow pool
The sound of the plunging water
Merges with birdsong
The sun is bright, the air is warm
You float in the pool
The smell of roast crab and toast
Fills your nose
The pool is calm
The day is long
Drifting in clear blue water
By bright green mossy rocks
Warm yellow sun
#dreams
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The Twilight
The blue light after the sun sets
Like a gas flame
Burns across the sky
Blue light with stars
To prickle White
Over the sleepy birds
The foxes wake
To thoughts of blue
The time for calm
Before the night
Like a gas flame
Burns across the sky
Blue light with stars
To prickle White
Over the sleepy birds
The foxes wake
To thoughts of blue
The time for calm
Before the night
#meditation
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The Cruel Vessel
All aboard the steamer to the midnight sea
On waves of lightning we set sail
All baggage thrown over board
To make space for barrels of brandy and rum
Sanity runs through fingers like sand
Love awaits us on dry Land
On waves of lightning we set sail
All baggage thrown over board
To make space for barrels of brandy and rum
Sanity runs through fingers like sand
Love awaits us on dry Land
#love
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The UK
The UK is getting shitter by the day. It's not a question of money, more a question of corruption.
Tax is illegal to avoid unless you are rich enough to steal from the government, with a contract you never have to honour.
The food is being watered down because the people were manipulated into leaving the EU.
People pay millions for health care they are excluded from.
the water companies are polluting, river, lake, and sea.
They tell us to recycle and put it all in the landfill anyway.
We are told that the rest of the world has...
Tax is illegal to avoid unless you are rich enough to steal from the government, with a contract you never have to honour.
The food is being watered down because the people were manipulated into leaving the EU.
People pay millions for health care they are excluded from.
the water companies are polluting, river, lake, and sea.
They tell us to recycle and put it all in the landfill anyway.
We are told that the rest of the world has...
#greed
#hypocrisy
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By the light of the fire we write
Tears refuse to fall
Words remain unspoken
The potent mind
Rusts in soulessness
The aces are held
So are the kings and queens
Held as they deal
Without faces
Everybody loses
Details, details in truth
Crash of sensibiltiy
Mowing the grass
Pulling out the flowering weeds
Sheltering the undergrowth
For reptilian love
What should be done is forgotten
What is done is murderous
What could be done, is buried
Under tons of wasted thoughts
All we need is taken
Stolen and...
Words remain unspoken
The potent mind
Rusts in soulessness
The aces are held
So are the kings and queens
Held as they deal
Without faces
Everybody loses
Details, details in truth
Crash of sensibiltiy
Mowing the grass
Pulling out the flowering weeds
Sheltering the undergrowth
For reptilian love
What should be done is forgotten
What is done is murderous
What could be done, is buried
Under tons of wasted thoughts
All we need is taken
Stolen and...
#dark
#greed
#hope
#kindness
#tolerance
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