Submissions by Keushwalker
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing since I can remember. I mainly write for myself, but often times will share my work with others.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Feb 2022 5:07am
18th Feb 2022 5:07am
Full Moon Free solo
Johnson, VT, Fall 2015
Some time in October it was my friend's 21st birthday. To celebrate we decided to have a party on top of Prospect Rock, a popular hang out place that also happened to be the local climbing crag. Despite it being in the middle of the Green Mountains, Prospect had a slight urban feel. It was definitely more of a party place than a climbing destination. The base of the cliff was littered with broken glass, once I even spied a broken tv in the talus field. A particularly memorable moment was while mid-way up the center part of the cliff I had to dodge a falling...
Some time in October it was my friend's 21st birthday. To celebrate we decided to have a party on top of Prospect Rock, a popular hang out place that also happened to be the local climbing crag. Despite it being in the middle of the Green Mountains, Prospect had a slight urban feel. It was definitely more of a party place than a climbing destination. The base of the cliff was littered with broken glass, once I even spied a broken tv in the talus field. A particularly memorable moment was while mid-way up the center part of the cliff I had to dodge a falling...
#drugs
#sports
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2022 9:44am
17th Feb 2022 9:44am
Like Butter
Lust
Is like butter.
Delicious.
Like hot oil
Dripping
Slowly
Down
You.
Pain
Is Pleasure
Like no other.
It’s taunting
Haunting
To the core.
Pleading for
More.
Wanting
More.
Ever more,
Ever more.
And just
Like that.
The blade
Glides
Through skin.
Like butter.
Is like butter.
Delicious.
Like hot oil
Dripping
Slowly
Down
You.
Pain
Is Pleasure
Like no other.
It’s taunting
Haunting
To the core.
Pleading for
More.
Wanting
More.
Ever more,
Ever more.
And just
Like that.
The blade
Glides
Through skin.
Like butter.
#SelfHarm
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2022 9:40am
17th Feb 2022 9:40am
Free Fall
A free fall in reverse
I fall from Earth
Past Pluto
Smashing through stars
Will I ever come back?
What am I destined for?
Space is simple, and
I am haunted by
The knowledge
Of it’s infinity
I fall from Earth
Past Pluto
Smashing through stars
Will I ever come back?
What am I destined for?
Space is simple, and
I am haunted by
The knowledge
Of it’s infinity
#universe
#MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2021 5:09am
5th Mar 2021 5:09am
My Yellow Shoes
Well they used to be yellow,
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
#childhood
#memories
392 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2021 4:52pm
4th Mar 2021 4:52pm
Conversations with my Demon
Percolating, desirous.
Leave this shell of your former self,
Come fly triumphant once again.
What is the price you have to pay?
Years have passed to no avail,
A slave to the world
You now must speak behind the register.
Regrettably, but consciously
Your shot went click.
Mine goes boom.
Now what do you do
When there's nothing else to lean on?
Leave this shell of your former self,
Come fly triumphant once again.
What is the price you have to pay?
Years have passed to no avail,
A slave to the world
You now must speak behind the register.
Regrettably, but consciously
Your shot went click.
Mine goes boom.
Now what do you do
When there's nothing else to lean on?
#drugs
#addiction
506 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2021 4:52pm
4th Mar 2021 4:52pm
Walking home from a bar
Two souls fight
Over street rights
and policemen
watch while
Impatient
customers
walk away
Over street rights
and policemen
watch while
Impatient
customers
walk away
#PopCulture
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2021 5:54pm
3rd Mar 2021 5:54pm
Just one more
When the sun goes down
Miss Lindsay Brown
Gets in a car and slips away.
Frantically she's searching for
The one good thing that she’d addore
No not a bore just just one more
No not a chore just just one more
She’d say.
Flashingly the lights do flick
Brains bash and flip - a pointy stick
Bloods rush and trip, a flying ship
Just just the thing she just can’t grip
One more one more and I'll bite my lip
She’d say...
Miss Lindsay Brown
Gets in a car and slips away.
Frantically she's searching for
The one good thing that she’d addore
No not a bore just just one more
No not a chore just just one more
She’d say.
Flashingly the lights do flick
Brains bash and flip - a pointy stick
Bloods rush and trip, a flying ship
Just just the thing she just can’t grip
One more one more and I'll bite my lip
She’d say...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2021 5:53pm
3rd Mar 2021 5:53pm
The Fish
In the deep blue ocean where the fishies sleep
A guppie wakes up to the smell of meat.
A great white shark is patrolling through
Watch yo back fish, he’s coming for you!
Guppie swims around the coral reef
Frantically searching for the fishie chief
Waking all the fish that he can find
Swim for your life, fish, or you’ll lose your mind!
Fishy fishy fishy yo brain is so squishy
Stop scrounging around for a bottle of licky.
Yo scales feel icky yo sense are whack
Watch yo back for a shark attack!
A guppie wakes up to the smell of meat.
A great white shark is patrolling through
Watch yo back fish, he’s coming for you!
Guppie swims around the coral reef
Frantically searching for the fishie chief
Waking all the fish that he can find
Swim for your life, fish, or you’ll lose your mind!
Fishy fishy fishy yo brain is so squishy
Stop scrounging around for a bottle of licky.
Yo scales feel icky yo sense are whack
Watch yo back for a shark attack!
#identity
#sea
#fish
#myself
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2021 4:20am
3rd Mar 2021 4:20am
I can't Breathe
I sit at the edge of the world.
Once regrettably unwilling.
Now painfully conscious.
Feet dangling over the abyss
In an attempt to address the
Irreconcilable.
All around the earth melts
And weeps.
Like flesh slowly dripping off bone.
Sloppily congealed. Over-saturated.
Once tightly bound in white satin,
Now destined to unravel.
In my fragile self-embrace
Our society is mirrored.
I am but a shadow on a distant
Landscape, barely visible in the
Infinite horizon of space, wondering
Which way to...
Once regrettably unwilling.
Now painfully conscious.
Feet dangling over the abyss
In an attempt to address the
Irreconcilable.
All around the earth melts
And weeps.
Like flesh slowly dripping off bone.
Sloppily congealed. Over-saturated.
Once tightly bound in white satin,
Now destined to unravel.
In my fragile self-embrace
Our society is mirrored.
I am but a shadow on a distant
Landscape, barely visible in the
Infinite horizon of space, wondering
Which way to...
#racism
#SelfReflection
439 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2021 4:19am
3rd Mar 2021 4:19am
No Revolution
By candlelight in
An underground room, wine is
Drunk in good company,
With high spirits
And no worries.
– if you are here
For a revolution
Look elsewhere.
For Revolutions are not
Made in secret.
They are not whispered,
But rather shouted,
In the streets,
On rooftops.
Revolutions are meant
To scare.
Not children
Into crying to sleep.
But the morally guilty
Into Trembling
With fear.
Revolutions
Are meant to inspire
The Day worker,
The mother,
The artist. ...
An underground room, wine is
Drunk in good company,
With high spirits
And no worries.
– if you are here
For a revolution
Look elsewhere.
For Revolutions are not
Made in secret.
They are not whispered,
But rather shouted,
In the streets,
On rooftops.
Revolutions are meant
To scare.
Not children
Into crying to sleep.
But the morally guilty
Into Trembling
With fear.
Revolutions
Are meant to inspire
The Day worker,
The mother,
The artist. ...
#politics
#racism
#rebellion
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
Water
I was five and
Jumped into a pool with french fries
In my mouth to grab a ball that had fallen in.
Remembering suddenly
That I could not swim
But it was too late and
Sank to the bottom,
Like a fucking rock.
Stayed there for hours,
But eventually was dragged up onto
Land where I choked up chlorinated water
And somehow still viciously chewed on those now very soggy fries.
Jumped into a pool with french fries
In my mouth to grab a ball that had fallen in.
Remembering suddenly
That I could not swim
But it was too late and
Sank to the bottom,
Like a fucking rock.
Stayed there for hours,
But eventually was dragged up onto
Land where I choked up chlorinated water
And somehow still viciously chewed on those now very soggy fries.
#childhood
#water
#fear
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
2nd Mar 2021 1:11pm
Of...What? Death?
I'll never forget
The first mouse my cat brought home,
Still half alive, yet,
Undeniably more so, dead.
My cat just sat there
Playing with it
As it tried, hopelessly,
To escape.
Eventually, it just gave up. Just
Like that. I was
Paralyzed with fear of...
What? Death? Why?
It's just a mouse, right?
The first mouse my cat brought home,
Still half alive, yet,
Undeniably more so, dead.
My cat just sat there
Playing with it
As it tried, hopelessly,
To escape.
Eventually, it just gave up. Just
Like that. I was
Paralyzed with fear of...
What? Death? Why?
It's just a mouse, right?
#childhood
#fear
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