Submissions by Manley_Pointer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Roaming around the planes of neutrality.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Dec 2016 10:00am
2nd Dec 2016 10:00am
Deteriorating
A beautiful chaotic voice began to skip my body,
like a pebble onto the pond of adventures,
skipping me into the unwarranted;
slumbering reality.
Grey withered leaves flooded my feet,
dissipating as they touched my ebony boots,
flickering with a purple hue, as they bid
their farewells.
Rainbow branches were scattered amongst
violet waterfalls, normalcy was
cascading at the same rate of the waterfalls.
I picked up one branch, and it began to pulsate
all over my palms as I gripped it,
sending thought provoking...
like a pebble onto the pond of adventures,
skipping me into the unwarranted;
slumbering reality.
Grey withered leaves flooded my feet,
dissipating as they touched my ebony boots,
flickering with a purple hue, as they bid
their farewells.
Rainbow branches were scattered amongst
violet waterfalls, normalcy was
cascading at the same rate of the waterfalls.
I picked up one branch, and it began to pulsate
all over my palms as I gripped it,
sending thought provoking...
#mirror
#narrative
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#EdgarAllanPoe
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2016 4:22pm
28th Nov 2016 4:22pm
I can't sow on bravery anymore
His right hand had swung left,
the back of its right side collided
on her left cheek,
the daily ritual began.
Her left hand turned the sinks
nob to the right,
the sound of the water was soothing,
because it wasn't his voice running through
her head, this was painless.
Leaving the bathroom,
her skin was bearing new scars,
as if they were trinkets of signified
obedience within his domain of close mindedness.
She knocked onto the oak door twice, "come in."
He was sitting on a dark leather...
the back of its right side collided
on her left cheek,
the daily ritual began.
Her left hand turned the sinks
nob to the right,
the sound of the water was soothing,
because it wasn't his voice running through
her head, this was painless.
Leaving the bathroom,
her skin was bearing new scars,
as if they were trinkets of signified
obedience within his domain of close mindedness.
She knocked onto the oak door twice, "come in."
He was sitting on a dark leather...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2016 3:48pm
28th Nov 2016 3:48pm
Memories
Missing her,
like when plants miss carbon dioxide
in the dewy morning.
When the moon misses nightfall;
when the sun is resting it's talons
on the atmosphere.
A misty-eyed shadow lurked
into unforgotten alleyways.
Not a nanosecond goes by
that my heart doesn't dissipate a beat
without her being near it,
to reawaken it to venture on.
Sipping from the chalice of memories,
having my vulnerabilities stroke my brunette
hair, whispering sweet dysfunction into my earlobes.
The sowing needle and...
like when plants miss carbon dioxide
in the dewy morning.
When the moon misses nightfall;
when the sun is resting it's talons
on the atmosphere.
A misty-eyed shadow lurked
into unforgotten alleyways.
Not a nanosecond goes by
that my heart doesn't dissipate a beat
without her being near it,
to reawaken it to venture on.
Sipping from the chalice of memories,
having my vulnerabilities stroke my brunette
hair, whispering sweet dysfunction into my earlobes.
The sowing needle and...
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STORY POEM
Published
27th Nov 2016 2:02am
27th Nov 2016 2:02am
Let me erase your pain
She had laid her fragile vessel across the dark onyx floor,
within the cellar of rejuvenation.
Her ethereal astral rib cage had her soul
dancing in the flames of dictatorship;
it was using her memories as thread,
her tears were the needles,
and her misery was the fabric being sown into it.
I hoisted her up onto a translucent mood barber chair,
the current hue was scarlet.
I began tying her ankles and wrist with her agony,
reminding her of the pain ...
within the cellar of rejuvenation.
Her ethereal astral rib cage had her soul
dancing in the flames of dictatorship;
it was using her memories as thread,
her tears were the needles,
and her misery was the fabric being sown into it.
I hoisted her up onto a translucent mood barber chair,
the current hue was scarlet.
I began tying her ankles and wrist with her agony,
reminding her of the pain ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Nov 2016 7:25am
25th Nov 2016 7:25am
Lips dripping onto me, staining my body
The wind was bathing me in her scent,
baffling my senses.
Hips swinging in pendulum motion.
Her eyes,
droplets forming ripples
into my puddle of madness.
Fingers forming bridges,
clicking and locking into place.
Wrapping my tongue around hers,
the chain of temptations was breaking.
Opening my mouth, lips parting,
whispers becoming the tour guide
to her passion,
injecting a higher dose of lust. ...
baffling my senses.
Hips swinging in pendulum motion.
Her eyes,
droplets forming ripples
into my puddle of madness.
Fingers forming bridges,
clicking and locking into place.
Wrapping my tongue around hers,
the chain of temptations was breaking.
Opening my mouth, lips parting,
whispers becoming the tour guide
to her passion,
injecting a higher dose of lust. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2016 3:51pm
23rd Nov 2016 3:51pm
Come take a trip with me, but don't stay too long
Every time elation seeped into my pours,
I felt as if a black cloud of conviction hovered over me,
just to reassure that I'm still in a shit storm that I call
temporary happiness.
Some may call it clinical depression;however,
I value the notion that it's clinical awareness,
if that's a thing that is.
There are times where labelization would delve
into the deepest crevices, penetrating my willpower,
whenever I professed my discomfort within this
beautiful chaos; that...
I felt as if a black cloud of conviction hovered over me,
just to reassure that I'm still in a shit storm that I call
temporary happiness.
Some may call it clinical depression;however,
I value the notion that it's clinical awareness,
if that's a thing that is.
There are times where labelization would delve
into the deepest crevices, penetrating my willpower,
whenever I professed my discomfort within this
beautiful chaos; that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2016 7:57pm
20th Nov 2016 7:57pm
Atomic Unified
Sacrificing her lack of faith
in my conviction, by breaking her
mouth;she then broke my hand.
I threw her near the edge of an abyss,
she attempted to crawl back to freedom.
Each fingertip and thumb is laced with
a unique metallic insignia,
to which has been emplaced
upon them since birth.
The right thumb's insignia shape,
is in the shape of a titanium crane.
The right index's insignia shape,
is a pale brain, dripping
rainbow hues from the cortex folds.
The right middle finger's insignia shape, ...
in my conviction, by breaking her
mouth;she then broke my hand.
I threw her near the edge of an abyss,
she attempted to crawl back to freedom.
Each fingertip and thumb is laced with
a unique metallic insignia,
to which has been emplaced
upon them since birth.
The right thumb's insignia shape,
is in the shape of a titanium crane.
The right index's insignia shape,
is a pale brain, dripping
rainbow hues from the cortex folds.
The right middle finger's insignia shape, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2016 6:58pm
18th Nov 2016 6:58pm
Perpetual indecisiveness, a piece of cloth I wear
A psycho-sadistic mindset,
a perpetual insignificance.
Borrowing sorrow,
in hopes of not grasping
tomorrow.
Tearing lives in half.
"Destroy, build, recreate",
were the words that dripped
onto its mind.
Dressing others in sheets,
the fabric is translucent.
Watching them parish,
as your pride hits the switch.
Surveying lack of willpower
to venture on.
"Just because you gave up,...
a perpetual insignificance.
Borrowing sorrow,
in hopes of not grasping
tomorrow.
Tearing lives in half.
"Destroy, build, recreate",
were the words that dripped
onto its mind.
Dressing others in sheets,
the fabric is translucent.
Watching them parish,
as your pride hits the switch.
Surveying lack of willpower
to venture on.
"Just because you gave up,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2016 6:53pm
16th Nov 2016 6:53pm
A free soul, yet a shackled vessel
A winter that never ceases to amaze this fragmented face.
An amazon that leaves a trail of trinkets.
An entrance to her heart,
a corridor of mayhem.
A quizzical smirk came into fruition.
My mind is showered with thoughts.
Do I value pessimism,
or is that the color of her lipstick?
How come she's the pendulum
that swings into this ebony vessel
of mine, invoking perpetual satisfaction?
"She's just a...
An amazon that leaves a trail of trinkets.
An entrance to her heart,
a corridor of mayhem.
A quizzical smirk came into fruition.
My mind is showered with thoughts.
Do I value pessimism,
or is that the color of her lipstick?
How come she's the pendulum
that swings into this ebony vessel
of mine, invoking perpetual satisfaction?
"She's just a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 1:29pm
11th Nov 2016 1:29pm
Each feather dropped is another memory scattered
Crying amber waves of agony;
surveying the emotionless sky.
Curiosity blanketing me,
a shade of nothingness.
Revoking logic.
My complexion is deteriorating,
on the shores of introspection.
Clocks migrating all over.
Memories dropping, as substitute feathers,
Picking each reel up,
aligning their pulses in chronological order.
Longing to give up the past.
A task that's covered by
a copper mask,
thinly laced with broken glass.
Tears evacuating,
forming ripples...
surveying the emotionless sky.
Curiosity blanketing me,
a shade of nothingness.
Revoking logic.
My complexion is deteriorating,
on the shores of introspection.
Clocks migrating all over.
Memories dropping, as substitute feathers,
Picking each reel up,
aligning their pulses in chronological order.
Longing to give up the past.
A task that's covered by
a copper mask,
thinly laced with broken glass.
Tears evacuating,
forming ripples...
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Nov 2016 9:08am
8th Nov 2016 9:08am
A marionette, my life coach
Re-establish me" were the words that lurked
onto the alleyway, as the streetlights formed
an audience for them to stand on.
A broken doll awakens.
Dumbfounded by it's petrifying eyes.
"Re-establish you huh? Don't tempt me with
a good time."
I tried to put my brain together like a rubiks cube;
this shit was hard to fathom, after hearing those
painstaking words.
I doused my brunette hair in reality with
a coal bucket, hopping
I wasn't in some fucked up nightmare.
"Are we really about to have a...
onto the alleyway, as the streetlights formed
an audience for them to stand on.
A broken doll awakens.
Dumbfounded by it's petrifying eyes.
"Re-establish you huh? Don't tempt me with
a good time."
I tried to put my brain together like a rubiks cube;
this shit was hard to fathom, after hearing those
painstaking words.
I doused my brunette hair in reality with
a coal bucket, hopping
I wasn't in some fucked up nightmare.
"Are we really about to have a...
680 reads
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