Submissions by Junco (H. D. Jaster)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Helena. My primary genre is short fiction/horror, though as this suggests, I do often find myself transfixed by poetry. I do not shy away from violence, or the darker aspects of our living and dreaming lives.
DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 10:51pm
19th Feb 2013 10:51pm
It's All in the Hands
My body convulses violently,
my mind thick with panic, as I try
to keep the air inside my lungs.
I look outside the glass, at the
throws of onlookers cast in walkway
lights. Many are still caught in the
thrill of the act. Most see that the act
has been dropped.
My fists relax and contract with-
out will, as I try hard to focus on any-
thing, anything other then the sharp
pressure against the back of my throat.
The water remains detached,
passing over my movements with
complete ambivalence.
Stage lights are like...
my mind thick with panic, as I try
to keep the air inside my lungs.
I look outside the glass, at the
throws of onlookers cast in walkway
lights. Many are still caught in the
thrill of the act. Most see that the act
has been dropped.
My fists relax and contract with-
out will, as I try hard to focus on any-
thing, anything other then the sharp
pressure against the back of my throat.
The water remains detached,
passing over my movements with
complete ambivalence.
Stage lights are like...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 5:56am
19th Feb 2013 5:56am
Hollow
A complete out of body experience
floating on the numb.
The world around me fissures
and pops at its seams,
leaving me The Observer Looking In
Looking in.
Reality falls into the darkness,
the black a distortion of my mind.
Welcome to my quite disjunction.
Welcome to my life divide.
floating on the numb.
The world around me fissures
and pops at its seams,
leaving me The Observer Looking In
Looking in.
Reality falls into the darkness,
the black a distortion of my mind.
Welcome to my quite disjunction.
Welcome to my life divide.
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 5:06am
19th Feb 2013 5:06am
Winter
Everything is gray,
The sky, the snow, the road, the house.
All of it frozen in place because of the
damned season. The season that traps
you inside your home, forcing you to
look at the walls that enclose you. You
have to listen to the buzzing of electric
lights instead of the sound of the birds,
the warmth of artificial heating instead
of the life giving sun. Everything about
the season is unnatural, our spirits bent
and gnarled into mere figments of their
former shape.
Everything is gray,
The ghosts of our past...
The sky, the snow, the road, the house.
All of it frozen in place because of the
damned season. The season that traps
you inside your home, forcing you to
look at the walls that enclose you. You
have to listen to the buzzing of electric
lights instead of the sound of the birds,
the warmth of artificial heating instead
of the life giving sun. Everything about
the season is unnatural, our spirits bent
and gnarled into mere figments of their
former shape.
Everything is gray,
The ghosts of our past...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 4:36am
16th Feb 2013 4:36am
Siren Song
It is carried on the waves;
that siren's song.
It has been long,
It has been days,
and like a man possessed
I will follow it to the end.
I am possessed,
I was the very moment I heard
that voice.
Its sound acts as the chains
and my only choice is to listen.
The water glistens,
and for the first time
in as long of a time as I can remember
I notice,
watching the light dance
as I wish to dance.
At last I find myself stranded,
choosing to trudge my path alone.
There is a smell in the air,
something sharp and...
that siren's song.
It has been long,
It has been days,
and like a man possessed
I will follow it to the end.
I am possessed,
I was the very moment I heard
that voice.
Its sound acts as the chains
and my only choice is to listen.
The water glistens,
and for the first time
in as long of a time as I can remember
I notice,
watching the light dance
as I wish to dance.
At last I find myself stranded,
choosing to trudge my path alone.
There is a smell in the air,
something sharp and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 10:03pm
13th Feb 2013 10:03pm
My Hearts Beats, It Beats for Two
In our first conversations,
the breath of life filled me completely.
I looked at you, and you looked at me,
and I breathed for the first time.
It is so natural loving you completely,
for I have been loving you my entire life.
Though I did not know you yet,
I knew your image.
I saw you in my dreams.
It was that simple childhood thing,
where I kissed the girl and she kissed me.
But in reality that is really all it is about.
Its only about you, and its only about me,
the way we make each other feel,
and the deep desire to...
the breath of life filled me completely.
I looked at you, and you looked at me,
and I breathed for the first time.
It is so natural loving you completely,
for I have been loving you my entire life.
Though I did not know you yet,
I knew your image.
I saw you in my dreams.
It was that simple childhood thing,
where I kissed the girl and she kissed me.
But in reality that is really all it is about.
Its only about you, and its only about me,
the way we make each other feel,
and the deep desire to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 7:23am
8th Feb 2013 7:23am
The Things We Hold Dear
The labyrinthine monolith refuses to shed a tear.
He looks on with a sort of ambivalent assurance,
seemingly without weakness or need.
To those who have ventured that maze, it is clear
at his core he is lost in himself.
Countless dead ends plague his journey
and in the end the effort just pushes him deeper into the maelstrom
On the alter his mother lays, cast in the light of something
outside of himself, and it is this distance that scares him.
This great ruler must accept that he can do little
save provide company, to another like himself.
She...
He looks on with a sort of ambivalent assurance,
seemingly without weakness or need.
To those who have ventured that maze, it is clear
at his core he is lost in himself.
Countless dead ends plague his journey
and in the end the effort just pushes him deeper into the maelstrom
On the alter his mother lays, cast in the light of something
outside of himself, and it is this distance that scares him.
This great ruler must accept that he can do little
save provide company, to another like himself.
She...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 8:55pm
6th Feb 2013 8:55pm
Gravedigger
They smell like earth, every last one of them.
Of course, being down there for so long, you
Should kind of expect it.
You ever had anything look at you without eyes?
Most of them have lost them by now. The fact
They are walking is a miracle, if you would call
Any of this an act of God.
Act of something, but not God. No. Something
Worse. They stare at me, six feet below them,
Their expressions emotionless and pitiless.
Then, slowly, one of them grabs a shovel and
Begins the process.
It will take a while to fill it in. Longer than...
Of course, being down there for so long, you
Should kind of expect it.
You ever had anything look at you without eyes?
Most of them have lost them by now. The fact
They are walking is a miracle, if you would call
Any of this an act of God.
Act of something, but not God. No. Something
Worse. They stare at me, six feet below them,
Their expressions emotionless and pitiless.
Then, slowly, one of them grabs a shovel and
Begins the process.
It will take a while to fill it in. Longer than...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 5:10am
30th Nov 2012 5:10am
Better Then Never
When you travel to a train station with a heavy mind
part of you is considering the grass beneath your feet.
Many times people forget how nature weaves its way
into our day to day lives.
Part of you is considering the smell of the air, and the crisp
biting quality it has as you inhale deeply, picking up the pace.
True, the manifestations of the mind rest in the mind alone,
but as those thoughts are transferred into the conscious world
something magical happens.
Part of you considers how green the grass is, covered in thickened
frost, and the way it...
part of you is considering the grass beneath your feet.
Many times people forget how nature weaves its way
into our day to day lives.
Part of you is considering the smell of the air, and the crisp
biting quality it has as you inhale deeply, picking up the pace.
True, the manifestations of the mind rest in the mind alone,
but as those thoughts are transferred into the conscious world
something magical happens.
Part of you considers how green the grass is, covered in thickened
frost, and the way it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 5:40am
21st Nov 2012 5:40am
Heaven and Earth
Newborn moonlight,
one point three seconds old,
spills onto the thin sheet
that covers us.
Something pulls back as
the room divides
in a silver edged black hole,
those spaces unobservable,
hiding things
that lurk in the dark.
Round trip takes three seconds
assuming anything makes it back.
I peer into your eyes,
loving and speckled with gold,
fully knowing that two
are looking back.
It sits in the dark,
awaiting my attention.
It cannot move you see.
It is stuck in that position
unless invited.
I...
one point three seconds old,
spills onto the thin sheet
that covers us.
Something pulls back as
the room divides
in a silver edged black hole,
those spaces unobservable,
hiding things
that lurk in the dark.
Round trip takes three seconds
assuming anything makes it back.
I peer into your eyes,
loving and speckled with gold,
fully knowing that two
are looking back.
It sits in the dark,
awaiting my attention.
It cannot move you see.
It is stuck in that position
unless invited.
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 5:42am
8th Nov 2012 5:42am
Cleopatra
Let me select a single kiss for you
That we would share till the end of our times
One not remembered for its strength or mood
But for our inability to mime.
I would hold you close, dance along your cheek,
let our lips talk for just a little bit
let the sparks ignite when at last they meet,
to which our hearts and bodies must submit.
It's one for which each moment shall be shed
a kiss shared at a specific date aligned
one from which all other ones shall be pled
Tender connections, our great love defined.
That single kiss, chosen...
That we would share till the end of our times
One not remembered for its strength or mood
But for our inability to mime.
I would hold you close, dance along your cheek,
let our lips talk for just a little bit
let the sparks ignite when at last they meet,
to which our hearts and bodies must submit.
It's one for which each moment shall be shed
a kiss shared at a specific date aligned
one from which all other ones shall be pled
Tender connections, our great love defined.
That single kiss, chosen...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 11:14pm
7th Nov 2012 11:14pm
Dead of Night
I saw her in the moonlight
I saw her,
pale, soft skin clothed over supple flesh,
eyes alight with fire, passion, ideas.
I saw her,
shape and curves rising and shivering,
goosebumps across anticipation.
I saw her,
legs carved from marble, shifting
silken motion along the grass of the grove.
I saw her,
lips tucked in the corner of a smile,
a welcoming grin, begging as much as offering.
I saw her,
soft hands gently sliding along the grounds,
looking for another to mingle with.
I saw her,
breath quickening,...
I saw her,
pale, soft skin clothed over supple flesh,
eyes alight with fire, passion, ideas.
I saw her,
shape and curves rising and shivering,
goosebumps across anticipation.
I saw her,
legs carved from marble, shifting
silken motion along the grass of the grove.
I saw her,
lips tucked in the corner of a smile,
a welcoming grin, begging as much as offering.
I saw her,
soft hands gently sliding along the grounds,
looking for another to mingle with.
I saw her,
breath quickening,...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 9:16pm
7th Nov 2012 9:16pm
White Lady
A full moon crawls across the grove,
drowsy half thoughts littered about my mind.
Thoughts of home
and the far divide between,
my brother and my family,
and of orchards drawn forth from the scent of earth.
Above me the goat willow sighs in the warm breath of spring,
aromas shifting with life being born.
Something crosses through the light filtering through,
cast as a puzzle of milky white against black.
A flash of pale, soft flesh,
then a lingering brook of red hair,
as its ruby lips whisper a inaudible song.
I shift my position...
drowsy half thoughts littered about my mind.
Thoughts of home
and the far divide between,
my brother and my family,
and of orchards drawn forth from the scent of earth.
Above me the goat willow sighs in the warm breath of spring,
aromas shifting with life being born.
Something crosses through the light filtering through,
cast as a puzzle of milky white against black.
A flash of pale, soft flesh,
then a lingering brook of red hair,
as its ruby lips whisper a inaudible song.
I shift my position...
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