Submissions by Katana
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just starting out with a few ideas and finding my poetic feet. I'll stumble from time to time, but hopefully, not always in rhyme. It ain't easy writing and I'm always on the look-out for inspiration.
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 6:10pm
17th Jun 2012 6:10pm
Deep Danger
Creeping and crawling
From the depths of the shadow
It gets closer and closer
‘Til its breath cuts the shallow
Waters down deep
For the fish to keep
Quiet.
It lurks unseen until the final scene
Of its leap to the kill
Its voice is so shrill
In the night
Oh, the fright
Of the kill.
It snaps and it bites, all bugs of the night
Keeping still, out of sight
Just in case
It sees them
And attacks
And it wrecks
Their lives.
Its prey is now dead and missing its head
As the monster takes down the scalp...
From the depths of the shadow
It gets closer and closer
‘Til its breath cuts the shallow
Waters down deep
For the fish to keep
Quiet.
It lurks unseen until the final scene
Of its leap to the kill
Its voice is so shrill
In the night
Oh, the fright
Of the kill.
It snaps and it bites, all bugs of the night
Keeping still, out of sight
Just in case
It sees them
And attacks
And it wrecks
Their lives.
Its prey is now dead and missing its head
As the monster takes down the scalp...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 8:56pm
14th Jun 2012 8:56pm
Something Touched My Hand
A fly on its way from its feast
From the faeces of the bovine beast
To give it to me
The sweet juice that it needs
To survive, stay alive
But I don’t need it right now
And never will so I’ll wash
To rid the feeling of the creeping germs
On my flesh as it delves deep to my meat
To feel heat of my body and then start to multiply
Into swarms of black flies
And all of their lives
Were born out of me
When the fly touched my hand.
From the faeces of the bovine beast
To give it to me
The sweet juice that it needs
To survive, stay alive
But I don’t need it right now
And never will so I’ll wash
To rid the feeling of the creeping germs
On my flesh as it delves deep to my meat
To feel heat of my body and then start to multiply
Into swarms of black flies
And all of their lives
Were born out of me
When the fly touched my hand.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 7:51pm
6th Jun 2012 7:51pm
Flip The Switch
I sit here watching you, wanting to spit at you
But the rag in my mouth tastes of death
I have regrets for the thing I’ve done, terrible things I’ve done
And know that my time ticks away
The twelve of you put me here, fastening ropes of fear
Around both my arms and my legs
You did the right thing, you know, promised to put me through
Anguish and torture and death
As the sponge touches my bare skin, bald hairless and smooth skin
Water drips down in my face
Priest saying all those things, precious religious things
Before the volts...
But the rag in my mouth tastes of death
I have regrets for the thing I’ve done, terrible things I’ve done
And know that my time ticks away
The twelve of you put me here, fastening ropes of fear
Around both my arms and my legs
You did the right thing, you know, promised to put me through
Anguish and torture and death
As the sponge touches my bare skin, bald hairless and smooth skin
Water drips down in my face
Priest saying all those things, precious religious things
Before the volts...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 2:32pm
5th Jun 2012 2:32pm
Scarred
A strike a cut a slash
A glimpse of red
Drips to the bed
A cough a gasp
It seeps straight through
To stain anew
The blade its sharp serrated edge
Lies bleeding
Now needing
As life fades away
The blood
Tastes good
A glimpse of red
Drips to the bed
A cough a gasp
It seeps straight through
To stain anew
The blade its sharp serrated edge
Lies bleeding
Now needing
As life fades away
The blood
Tastes good
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 2:29pm
5th Jun 2012 2:29pm
Desecration Of Them All
Wait for me, don’t go now
I’ve such sights to show you
You haven’t seen anything yet
To thrill you at all
Please sit down and wait a while
And sip from the little vial
Of liquid you’ll like it
As I have before
Tastes bitter to start with
But it’s only an old myth
That this thing makes you feel
So nasty inside
Now I have your attention
I ask genuflection
Please kneel before me
You know that it’s right
I’m master of you now
So I’ll begin to show
What it means to be under
My...
I’ve such sights to show you
You haven’t seen anything yet
To thrill you at all
Please sit down and wait a while
And sip from the little vial
Of liquid you’ll like it
As I have before
Tastes bitter to start with
But it’s only an old myth
That this thing makes you feel
So nasty inside
Now I have your attention
I ask genuflection
Please kneel before me
You know that it’s right
I’m master of you now
So I’ll begin to show
What it means to be under
My...
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