Submissions by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2012 6:56pm
22nd Apr 2012 6:56pm
She watches the roses weep
She kept roses in glass
their tears condensate,
then rain to the roots
feeding the silent opera.
their tears condensate,
then rain to the roots
feeding the silent opera.
726 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 9:24pm
20th Apr 2012 9:24pm
Old scars - traces
Seldomly surfacing like
winds on Mars, but
as certain as the mended skin,
a wound leaves a mark
and a mark, a reminder.
At times I am as made of clay,
I simply smooth the nicks away,
but now I have the splits of glass
when fingers reach they sprint to shatter,
then
shards align
and form a shield
like a hedgehog with unwanted guests.
I hide myself away from me
so when you visit me next
I'm lost to me, gone from you;
not smearing wounds with clay.
winds on Mars, but
as certain as the mended skin,
a wound leaves a mark
and a mark, a reminder.
At times I am as made of clay,
I simply smooth the nicks away,
but now I have the splits of glass
when fingers reach they sprint to shatter,
then
shards align
and form a shield
like a hedgehog with unwanted guests.
I hide myself away from me
so when you visit me next
I'm lost to me, gone from you;
not smearing wounds with clay.
722 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 10:10am
19th Apr 2012 10:10am
Impatient threads
These thoughts echo off my skull
then retreat back down my vertebrae,
as if one wave wasn't enough.
This withered frame of battered bones
can't save its contents any longer.
The organs have now taken siege.
This cold cave is rendered useless,
moving in a mechanical coma
holding on a twine of slowly fraying hope.
Swinging,
far from the ground looking down
as the earth's face glares morbidly back.
If I could sit on the breeze that cools some Goddess,
and carries her scent through this cave,
I'd add some flame to these dying...
then retreat back down my vertebrae,
as if one wave wasn't enough.
This withered frame of battered bones
can't save its contents any longer.
The organs have now taken siege.
This cold cave is rendered useless,
moving in a mechanical coma
holding on a twine of slowly fraying hope.
Swinging,
far from the ground looking down
as the earth's face glares morbidly back.
If I could sit on the breeze that cools some Goddess,
and carries her scent through this cave,
I'd add some flame to these dying...
734 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 9:33pm
17th Apr 2012 9:33pm
Deaf
Walking through the middle of town
so far away from home surrounded.
People everywhere when all I need
is an escape,
the noise of everyday is
boring through my bursting skull.
Stabbing thoughts of where you are,
where you could, where you will.
Are you lost? To me now you must be.
Like a scarab in the roasting sun
I scurry through the empty bodies,
the nothings, the no ones, the not yous.
I run down a small vacant street to stand
to fathom and scour for rationality,
but I'm paused,
I'm blocked,
I'm silenced by the...
so far away from home surrounded.
People everywhere when all I need
is an escape,
the noise of everyday is
boring through my bursting skull.
Stabbing thoughts of where you are,
where you could, where you will.
Are you lost? To me now you must be.
Like a scarab in the roasting sun
I scurry through the empty bodies,
the nothings, the no ones, the not yous.
I run down a small vacant street to stand
to fathom and scour for rationality,
but I'm paused,
I'm blocked,
I'm silenced by the...
693 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 10:32pm
16th Apr 2012 10:32pm
The Three Whores: Envy, Lust and Fear
The first Whore is dressed in a symphony of green,
sporting pearls concealing the secrets of greed.
The harlot of envy will satisfy the vagabonds
requiring nothing but their contentment.
Leaving them never wanting, never happy,
willing to sacrifice for no one.
The second Whore is of cunning grace, efficient and creative,
armed with sensuous weapons she never sheaths.
She will shake your bones and throttle your loins;
choking your being of all self-respect and
weaken your will from its core.
Seek the sanctuary between her...
sporting pearls concealing the secrets of greed.
The harlot of envy will satisfy the vagabonds
requiring nothing but their contentment.
Leaving them never wanting, never happy,
willing to sacrifice for no one.
The second Whore is of cunning grace, efficient and creative,
armed with sensuous weapons she never sheaths.
She will shake your bones and throttle your loins;
choking your being of all self-respect and
weaken your will from its core.
Seek the sanctuary between her...
1245 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2012 3:53pm
15th Apr 2012 3:53pm
Getting rid of the stitches
I discard every scratching rag
for your lies were stitched within.
I'll bathe in the fresh
and wash with the pure
just to force you from my depths.
I sleep alone, wrapped in dreams
allowing you to sew in me.
When the morning wakes me
with familiar strokes
I must shed our old skin.
for your lies were stitched within.
I'll bathe in the fresh
and wash with the pure
just to force you from my depths.
I sleep alone, wrapped in dreams
allowing you to sew in me.
When the morning wakes me
with familiar strokes
I must shed our old skin.
628 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 8:02pm
13th Apr 2012 8:02pm
Let me fall
I've often wondered and sometimes wanted
to cling as a parasite on your body of reassurance,
for the possibility of redemption teases my will.
O' how miserable the believers look, and to me
how deluded the content believer appears.
If I thrust my iron trust and follow wherever you lead
will I too be granted a safe passing, or of wasted
every dedicated, precious breath?
As I look into the eye of heaven washed with flocks of creation
my heart tells me the beautiful fable of the works crafted
by an entity that knows...
to cling as a parasite on your body of reassurance,
for the possibility of redemption teases my will.
O' how miserable the believers look, and to me
how deluded the content believer appears.
If I thrust my iron trust and follow wherever you lead
will I too be granted a safe passing, or of wasted
every dedicated, precious breath?
As I look into the eye of heaven washed with flocks of creation
my heart tells me the beautiful fable of the works crafted
by an entity that knows...
691 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 11:10am
13th Apr 2012 11:10am
My love (the ventriloquist)
I kissed the air farewell
just to welcome a thirst for more.
This need to breathe wakes my death,
and suffocates me with your sophistry,
with your
beautiful deceit.
Your smile fills me with belonging
and lays me where I don't.
I know the scandal dancing
behind those virtuous eyes, yet
I'm charmed and condemned,
on both knees
awaiting my demise.
Crucify me in the morning
then resurrect my ghost,
for you rewrote all the scriptures
and printed me in bibles
to possess...
just to welcome a thirst for more.
This need to breathe wakes my death,
and suffocates me with your sophistry,
with your
beautiful deceit.
Your smile fills me with belonging
and lays me where I don't.
I know the scandal dancing
behind those virtuous eyes, yet
I'm charmed and condemned,
on both knees
awaiting my demise.
Crucify me in the morning
then resurrect my ghost,
for you rewrote all the scriptures
and printed me in bibles
to possess...
595 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 11:06am
11th Apr 2012 11:06am
Can't just vanish
She asks me "what's wrong?"
I reply "nothing"
but even in dreams I'm fenced in.
I'm an uneducated scholar
in this lukewarm fishbowl.
Dying between each
forgiving ripple,
observing how the others fly.
I am the weak with
an impenetrable
titanium mask, and
the bird with concrete wings
scaling the highest mountain
waiting for a hurricane.
My thoughts turn to a skeletal leaf
embedded in the unforgiving pavement.
One of Autumn's fossils.
It's now that I realize: You can't just...
I reply "nothing"
but even in dreams I'm fenced in.
I'm an uneducated scholar
in this lukewarm fishbowl.
Dying between each
forgiving ripple,
observing how the others fly.
I am the weak with
an impenetrable
titanium mask, and
the bird with concrete wings
scaling the highest mountain
waiting for a hurricane.
My thoughts turn to a skeletal leaf
embedded in the unforgiving pavement.
One of Autumn's fossils.
It's now that I realize: You can't just...
720 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 5:41pm
10th Apr 2012 5:41pm
Misanthropy
I see how the white slaves fill the gaps
making the streets look just a little less ghostly.
If they had an aura, it would be transparent.
I feel my resentment closing like a storm, like
a herd of buffalo an arm's length away.
I'd throw myself beneath their hooves but
it's just another metaphor trying
to delineate my disgust at my own species.
making the streets look just a little less ghostly.
If they had an aura, it would be transparent.
I feel my resentment closing like a storm, like
a herd of buffalo an arm's length away.
I'd throw myself beneath their hooves but
it's just another metaphor trying
to delineate my disgust at my own species.
675 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 12:23pm
9th Apr 2012 12:23pm
When I watch, I am God
Iallowmyselftofullysuccumb
tothevisualtranscendence,still
withafullrespectforitsmachinery.
AmIafoolwhoisdupedintoafalsereality?
Orageniusthatdancesonabladeofgrass?
Whenplayispushed,IamaGod
observingaspectacleofcarefulcreation.
WhenIhavetheurgetourinate
Idivinelyintervenebypressingpause.
tothevisualtranscendence,still
withafullrespectforitsmachinery.
AmIafoolwhoisdupedintoafalsereality?
Orageniusthatdancesonabladeofgrass?
Whenplayispushed,IamaGod
observingaspectacleofcarefulcreation.
WhenIhavetheurgetourinate
Idivinelyintervenebypressingpause.
638 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 9:26am
9th Apr 2012 9:26am
Sometimes, the cars bark too
I walk thoughtfully with my dog, the dog
not so much in thoughts as just following her nose.
A car stops at the lights beside us,
inside the car is a huge dog barking obsessively.
The bark suits the size of the car.
My dog is dragged from her little world of scents, and
stands with her ears up staring in amazement at the car,
she then turns back to the floor and sniffs the invisible.
Looking at her, she was busy with more than the traces,
I'm sure she was thinking:
Sometimes, the cars bark too.
not so much in thoughts as just following her nose.
A car stops at the lights beside us,
inside the car is a huge dog barking obsessively.
The bark suits the size of the car.
My dog is dragged from her little world of scents, and
stands with her ears up staring in amazement at the car,
she then turns back to the floor and sniffs the invisible.
Looking at her, she was busy with more than the traces,
I'm sure she was thinking:
Sometimes, the cars bark too.
716 reads
5 Comments
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