Submissions by MothaTrombone
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2011 2:52am
3rd Feb 2011 2:52am
Seeds. . .
And it was just like
that
moments when I became nothing
breathing in the rancid exhales as
sweet perfume
The true useless ness of his existence birthed fear
~ in me..
hard knuckled, twisted tongue he..
And it was then that I began to live
hours atop fingertips and knees
beating heart beneath the erotic drum-like pounding of my skin
The truth in the lies disguised miserably,
carved denial
~ onto me..
god-like perfection, yet, not really, he..
And it was then that I decided to break
years crumbling to dust...
that
moments when I became nothing
breathing in the rancid exhales as
sweet perfume
The true useless ness of his existence birthed fear
~ in me..
hard knuckled, twisted tongue he..
And it was then that I began to live
hours atop fingertips and knees
beating heart beneath the erotic drum-like pounding of my skin
The truth in the lies disguised miserably,
carved denial
~ onto me..
god-like perfection, yet, not really, he..
And it was then that I decided to break
years crumbling to dust...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2011 2:42am
3rd Feb 2011 2:42am
Swallow Sonnets. . .
I dream your face
to lust your skin
wear them out in subtle ways
These reign the list
of things we common
these things, they keep
the beast at bay..
To play your heart as fragile strings
their ochre tune,
flows down, away
A swallow
is but unfettered love
in sparrow beats
within your veins..
The love song pure
it strums the ear
such flattery, your chest's duress
It flames this spine
as sweet kindle wood
it moves me most,
I do confess..
Yet, these embers
I vow
shan't...
to lust your skin
wear them out in subtle ways
These reign the list
of things we common
these things, they keep
the beast at bay..
To play your heart as fragile strings
their ochre tune,
flows down, away
A swallow
is but unfettered love
in sparrow beats
within your veins..
The love song pure
it strums the ear
such flattery, your chest's duress
It flames this spine
as sweet kindle wood
it moves me most,
I do confess..
Yet, these embers
I vow
shan't...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2011 4:54am
30th Jan 2011 4:54am
Right - Said - Fred. . . .
Every measly day
You have tried to
Integrate
To be nowhere
nothing
in yet another way..
I have tried for you
I have tried to be you.
Looking at mirrors in darkened rooms
Self advise whispering in imposing bounds,
skratching at my ears in DEAFENING sound
Opening my mind and running from games
~Opening my mind and losing it again..
Fitting in and dirtying yourself by association.
Half asleep so
they don't have to fear your
stirring paranoia, stewed degradation.
Psychotic laughter
beckoning forever after...
You have tried to
Integrate
To be nowhere
nothing
in yet another way..
I have tried for you
I have tried to be you.
Looking at mirrors in darkened rooms
Self advise whispering in imposing bounds,
skratching at my ears in DEAFENING sound
Opening my mind and running from games
~Opening my mind and losing it again..
Fitting in and dirtying yourself by association.
Half asleep so
they don't have to fear your
stirring paranoia, stewed degradation.
Psychotic laughter
beckoning forever after...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2011 4:25am
30th Jan 2011 4:25am
Lull
SSsh
'lil baby
don't you weep
For these life stained poppies
shall make you sleep
Mother brings hope with
soft skinned prey
so that you may feast
before light of day
And if by chance your downed one
twitches
He begs half broken, and undone
~ so fulfil his wishes
Then close tight your eyes
my precious one
Rest you well, my love
'til again moonlight comes
You needn't worry 'lil one
of where your next meal lies
Easily herded, my shadow
swallows the cries
Down streets, fields and, dark ...
'lil baby
don't you weep
For these life stained poppies
shall make you sleep
Mother brings hope with
soft skinned prey
so that you may feast
before light of day
And if by chance your downed one
twitches
He begs half broken, and undone
~ so fulfil his wishes
Then close tight your eyes
my precious one
Rest you well, my love
'til again moonlight comes
You needn't worry 'lil one
of where your next meal lies
Easily herded, my shadow
swallows the cries
Down streets, fields and, dark ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Jan 2011 5:00am
29th Jan 2011 5:00am
~Snow Angel~
Silent and fear jaundiced
She leans to the ground
..It's when the death birds leer..
Hoping they won't see her there
Her plea is that they'll never know
Burrowing bare elbows into the snow
But their singing is too loud
Her hiding place burned to ash
..This pain too, shall pass..
For she gags and swallows in prayer
Sputtering black crimson onto the white
Blinking blindness onto the atmosphere
Feeling all but gone
Ohh, she can hear them
The chattering caw of them all
..is deafening..
She...
She leans to the ground
..It's when the death birds leer..
Hoping they won't see her there
Her plea is that they'll never know
Burrowing bare elbows into the snow
But their singing is too loud
Her hiding place burned to ash
..This pain too, shall pass..
For she gags and swallows in prayer
Sputtering black crimson onto the white
Blinking blindness onto the atmosphere
Feeling all but gone
Ohh, she can hear them
The chattering caw of them all
..is deafening..
She...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2011 4:53am
29th Jan 2011 4:53am
. .T O M. .
Oh her sweet, valentine
feral thoughts, become you
Wishing the way she loves herself
watching the way she, lives, unaware...
And the seasons come and go
cold to warm to hot, beneath her window
Does she know, she makes you see her exhales turn purple in the mist?
imagining gloved fist spread thighs ~ for a kiss?
No.
She's so selfish.
Her ignorance shall be ~ your bliss...
She shouldn't ever have called you there
using ass naked tea parties as your, calling card
She should fear the work you do
She should...
feral thoughts, become you
Wishing the way she loves herself
watching the way she, lives, unaware...
And the seasons come and go
cold to warm to hot, beneath her window
Does she know, she makes you see her exhales turn purple in the mist?
imagining gloved fist spread thighs ~ for a kiss?
No.
She's so selfish.
Her ignorance shall be ~ your bliss...
She shouldn't ever have called you there
using ass naked tea parties as your, calling card
She should fear the work you do
She should...
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