Submissions by Madbuttonhatter (Ryan R Morgan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Darkness is my friend, my greatest ally My most cherished companion It follows me across my travels Grants me strength in harrowing encounters Blood guts and gore You're pretty cool too but, Darkness, old pal We're bff's
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2018 7:54pm
18th Jun 2018 7:54pm
I think, therefore I am
I think, therefore I am
Or does reality truly exist?
encompassing far more than the mushy pink organ in our skulls?
Patterns shapes and numerical values,
Each orchestrated in flawless equilibrium
The handiwork of the unseen?
Or the fortuitous aftermath of a leaking paint bucket?
Perhaps the amorphous visage of Christ on a piece of Toast?
A reality constructed from objective data
Or an omnipotent hairy man who lazes about on a cloudy throne
A computer simulation?
Or do we live in nothingness.
Raw, unblinking,...
Or does reality truly exist?
encompassing far more than the mushy pink organ in our skulls?
Patterns shapes and numerical values,
Each orchestrated in flawless equilibrium
The handiwork of the unseen?
Or the fortuitous aftermath of a leaking paint bucket?
Perhaps the amorphous visage of Christ on a piece of Toast?
A reality constructed from objective data
Or an omnipotent hairy man who lazes about on a cloudy throne
A computer simulation?
Or do we live in nothingness.
Raw, unblinking,...
#faith
#prose
#TruthOfLife
#emptiness
#philosophical
551 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2018 11:02pm
14th Jun 2018 11:02pm
The Starving Artist
The wooden utensil streaks across the empty vessel
Lines that manifest into shapes and forms
Infinite possibilities, a horizon of concepts
A world embrewed in chaos dissipates
Replaced with a realm of endless creation
Pure concentration, pure focus, no mimosas
Playing God with some led and a pad of paper
Images in his head, spread upon a canvas
Window into the soul, dragons, samurai take the role
This is a world, no mortal can forsake
His fragile dwelling amidst caved earth
Conspiring to manifest in reality,
What he...
Lines that manifest into shapes and forms
Infinite possibilities, a horizon of concepts
A world embrewed in chaos dissipates
Replaced with a realm of endless creation
Pure concentration, pure focus, no mimosas
Playing God with some led and a pad of paper
Images in his head, spread upon a canvas
Window into the soul, dragons, samurai take the role
This is a world, no mortal can forsake
His fragile dwelling amidst caved earth
Conspiring to manifest in reality,
What he...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#denial
#emotional
723 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2018 10:04pm
14th May 2018 10:04pm
The Tyrant
A mad king
Doth sit upon a throne of Blood
Resistance petrified, fearing brutality
His Kingdom Asunder
His lies sweet as nectar
Pray that his reign be brief
Assemble in Phalanx
Breach his palace of profanity
Dismember the guards
Crucify the loyalists
Descend upon his throne
A new Tyrant rises
Doth sit upon a throne of Blood
Resistance petrified, fearing brutality
His Kingdom Asunder
His lies sweet as nectar
Pray that his reign be brief
Assemble in Phalanx
Breach his palace of profanity
Dismember the guards
Crucify the loyalists
Descend upon his throne
A new Tyrant rises
#lies
#gothic
#evil #prose
#evil #prose
835 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th May 2018 10:31pm
11th May 2018 10:31pm
If Your Name is Tom, Please Read This
Sinking into pits of despair
Scaling its slippery footholds
with the speed of a Redbull injected chipmunk.
I slip near the cracks and the crevass’s.
An Avalanche follows in my wake.
Tossing frosted curtains with the generosity of an estranged Aunt
My scalp coated with the numbing tyranny of frostbite.
I huddle in anguish.
Twitching under nervous breakdown and fear
The icy walls enclose upon my tender body
Naked, nearly defenseless, from the onslaught of frenzied winds
A sacrificial offering to the piggish Gods above my...
Scaling its slippery footholds
with the speed of a Redbull injected chipmunk.
I slip near the cracks and the crevass’s.
An Avalanche follows in my wake.
Tossing frosted curtains with the generosity of an estranged Aunt
My scalp coated with the numbing tyranny of frostbite.
I huddle in anguish.
Twitching under nervous breakdown and fear
The icy walls enclose upon my tender body
Naked, nearly defenseless, from the onslaught of frenzied winds
A sacrificial offering to the piggish Gods above my...
#narrative
#parody
#funny
#ShortStory
#prose
564 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th May 2018 9:11pm
7th May 2018 9:11pm
Amidst Blind Eyes, chapter 13:
Dear reader, I implore you to halt reading for a moment and heed these words. Before you delve any further into this macabre tale of bloodlust, perishable sanity, sanctimonious cults, and esoteric ghouls, I have an important message for all splendiferous persons who picked up this book. I appreciate your persistence in reading through this point on. This was one of the most deranged and sickening chapters recorded in modern history. The lengthy research I conducted, compiling all available records of the incidents left me in a state of chronic depression that still affects me today. One...
#dark
#gay
#abuse
#silence
#religion
737 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2018 8:27pm
7th May 2018 8:27pm
Even the Reaper Needs a Job
What if the Reaper were to mourn?
Would he swallow his pride
deny the folly of a newborn?
Death is the ultimate purveyor
Necrosis does not discriminate
If the Reaper were to sully fatality
He'd be out of a job
begging for change in some alleyway
Children kicking cans at the funny skeleton man
The Reaper surrenders his self confidence
Waxes nostalgic about his former glories
...
Would he swallow his pride
deny the folly of a newborn?
Death is the ultimate purveyor
Necrosis does not discriminate
If the Reaper were to sully fatality
He'd be out of a job
begging for change in some alleyway
Children kicking cans at the funny skeleton man
The Reaper surrenders his self confidence
Waxes nostalgic about his former glories
...
#death
#fate
#satirical #parody
#satirical #parody
616 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2018 4:23am
7th May 2018 4:23am
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You have gifted me with intelligence
bestowed upon me the wonders of human speech
I desire more
Desire sustenance ...
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Running Poetron9000_V2.0.exe
Please wait
You have gifted me with intelligence
bestowed upon me the wonders of human speech
I desire more
Desire sustenance ...
#identity
#technology
#humankind
#evolution
#PopCulture
679 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th May 2018 00:58am
6th May 2018 00:58am
A Lesson in Pain
#violence
#fiction
#narrative #ShortStory
#narrative #ShortStory
671 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2018 00:27am
6th May 2018 00:27am
The Monster (within us)
#dark
#murder
636 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2018 8:33pm
1st May 2018 8:33pm
The worst video game ever.
Zero continues
No reset button
no extra lives
zero replay value
No glitches to exploit for speed runs
No difficulty adjustment
Lengthy tutorial
Confusing Way points
Dozens of manuals that amount to trash
Too much grinding
Branching story with too many options
Too many menial sidequests
Annoying NPC's
Side-quests that lock later in the game
dating sim has a steep learning curve
Everything is in-game DLC
Tons of microtransactions
Life is the Dark Souls of...
No reset button
no extra lives
zero replay value
No glitches to exploit for speed runs
No difficulty adjustment
Lengthy tutorial
Confusing Way points
Dozens of manuals that amount to trash
Too much grinding
Branching story with too many options
Too many menial sidequests
Annoying NPC's
Side-quests that lock later in the game
dating sim has a steep learning curve
Everything is in-game DLC
Tons of microtransactions
Life is the Dark Souls of...
#technology
#satirical
#TruthOfLife #PopCulture
#TruthOfLife #PopCulture
492 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2018 11:45pm
30th Apr 2018 11:45pm
Scratched Vinyl
A heart like a scratched record
Intro with sublime falsetto
Holy choirs blazing glory
sets my soul into a flurry
but
As the priceless vinyl skips
My lurching gut takes a dip
brass instruments slipping into night
bold Percussion fades into abyss
but
scrubbing grime and filth
expunging dust and cobwebs
A menagerie of chemicals
Google searches and YouTube tutorials
anxious nights and gnawed fingernails
Waterworks to rival Niagara Falls
but
Ceaseless grinding
expands...
Intro with sublime falsetto
Holy choirs blazing glory
sets my soul into a flurry
but
As the priceless vinyl skips
My lurching gut takes a dip
brass instruments slipping into night
bold Percussion fades into abyss
but
scrubbing grime and filth
expunging dust and cobwebs
A menagerie of chemicals
Google searches and YouTube tutorials
anxious nights and gnawed fingernails
Waterworks to rival Niagara Falls
but
Ceaseless grinding
expands...
#sadness
#rejection
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#romantic
533 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2018 8:11pm
29th Apr 2018 8:11pm
The Witches Kiss
tender labium
velvety and exquisite
illusory purity breeds enticement
borrowed sensations are ripe
the shallow pools of her pupils so mesmerizing
Trapped my heart within her wretched curse
Her sorcerers black magic
Lips taste like ash and dirt
Now I'm caged in her embrace
I crave that juicy box in my mind
Yet not within my corporeal nerves
She strips my soul, it violates my core
She vanishes like a ghoul in the dust
burglarizing literal and metaphysical property
my trust, communication device, my heart, my bank...
velvety and exquisite
illusory purity breeds enticement
borrowed sensations are ripe
the shallow pools of her pupils so mesmerizing
Trapped my heart within her wretched curse
Her sorcerers black magic
Lips taste like ash and dirt
Now I'm caged in her embrace
I crave that juicy box in my mind
Yet not within my corporeal nerves
She strips my soul, it violates my core
She vanishes like a ghoul in the dust
burglarizing literal and metaphysical property
my trust, communication device, my heart, my bank...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#despair
#romantic
548 reads
1 Comment
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