Submissions by MrE (C. R. Powers)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is C. R. Powers, and I write a range of poems. Anything from erotica to horror to fantasy. I find that the diversity is satisfying. On a really good day, I write amazing, well at least I think so. So I'm gonna get with it now.
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 3:34pm
27th Feb 2014 3:34pm
Unwritten Words
Write a word,
Write a song,
Write something,
Write anything
For heaven's sake!
Write a song,
Write something,
Write anything
For heaven's sake!
723 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 10:38pm
23rd Feb 2014 10:38pm
I Smell Like Suicide
The door is shut.
Sprayed wet in the dark.
Someone's screaming.
Please make it stop,
Then
Silence.
Dripping hot, sticky wet.
Empty silence,
Inside and out of my head.
The sound of ripping
Then
Washed in pale light.
Sitting in a pool of hot, wet.
Like a crimson carpet on the ground.
Blood.
Screaming.
Bodies, silent and staring.
Everything before empty in my mind, painted with blood.
Sprayed wet in the dark.
Someone's screaming.
Please make it stop,
Then
Silence.
Dripping hot, sticky wet.
Empty silence,
Inside and out of my head.
The sound of ripping
Then
Washed in pale light.
Sitting in a pool of hot, wet.
Like a crimson carpet on the ground.
Blood.
Screaming.
Bodies, silent and staring.
Everything before empty in my mind, painted with blood.
902 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 5:01am
16th Feb 2014 5:01am
Shadows in the Dark
Trailing in the alley,
I hope I didn't go too far.
Catching shadows in the dark.
I'm lost in silenced blindness,
For sight I'd wish a spark.
Instead I'm fearing shadows in the dark.
I hope I didn't go too far.
Catching shadows in the dark.
I'm lost in silenced blindness,
For sight I'd wish a spark.
Instead I'm fearing shadows in the dark.
1004 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 4:53am
16th Feb 2014 4:53am
Catch Her Eyes
Catch their eyes,
Catch the mind,
Catch them and then make them
Fall.
You can find a girl,
But only if you're beautiful.
You can make them smile,
But only if you lie.
Catch their attention,
Catch the interest,
Catch them and then make them
Fall.
You can find a girl,
But only if you're not their type.
You can make them smile,
But only as they watch you die.
Catch them money,
Catch the attention span,
Drop them and watch them
Fall.
I feel like I'm standing in the corner,
I'm...
Catch the mind,
Catch them and then make them
Fall.
You can find a girl,
But only if you're beautiful.
You can make them smile,
But only if you lie.
Catch their attention,
Catch the interest,
Catch them and then make them
Fall.
You can find a girl,
But only if you're not their type.
You can make them smile,
But only as they watch you die.
Catch them money,
Catch the attention span,
Drop them and watch them
Fall.
I feel like I'm standing in the corner,
I'm...
638 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 4:40pm
7th Feb 2014 4:40pm
Do I want too Much?
Do I want too much?
Is that the reason?
I often want friends
Who I can share everything with.
Friends,
Who I don't feel like a burden around.
Friends,
What are those?
I often want a girlfriend,
Who I can simply be with without fear.
Girlfriend,
What is that?
I must want too much.
I must be insane for trying.
I must be insane for the heartache, I give myself.
I must be crazy for being so hopeful.
Is that the reason?
I often want friends
Who I can share everything with.
Friends,
Who I don't feel like a burden around.
Friends,
What are those?
I often want a girlfriend,
Who I can simply be with without fear.
Girlfriend,
What is that?
I must want too much.
I must be insane for trying.
I must be insane for the heartache, I give myself.
I must be crazy for being so hopeful.
859 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 4:28am
3rd Feb 2014 4:28am
The Infinite Horizon
Wander on the infinite horizon, if you can.
Take a walk and wonder what you could have.
Your feet step by step lead a trail.
Do you often find yourself walking ever.
Do you often find yourself memories in backwards.
Moon and sun, then sun to moon and weary feet go on.
All at the pace of a turtle you walk.
Never realizing that to speed up only means to reach out to the burning sun sooner.
But to slow down means to eventually stop and age.
What about the moments between, oh yes the moments during.
The road...
Take a walk and wonder what you could have.
Your feet step by step lead a trail.
Do you often find yourself walking ever.
Do you often find yourself memories in backwards.
Moon and sun, then sun to moon and weary feet go on.
All at the pace of a turtle you walk.
Never realizing that to speed up only means to reach out to the burning sun sooner.
But to slow down means to eventually stop and age.
What about the moments between, oh yes the moments during.
The road...
789 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 7:13am
31st Jan 2014 7:13am
Down the Spiral
I've been caught.
Struck by her eyes,
Taken by her form,
I've been entangled in want.
I've been fixated.
Compelled by her lasciviousness,
Which feeds my own,
I've been enwrapped.
I've been enchanted.
Panting from the sound of her voice,
Wishing to take her,
I've become lustful.
I often find myself daydreaming;
I run my tongue along her pale skin;
I run it down below her belly button
To a spot which makes her gasp.
It has been done before, perhaps,
But not by me.
She whispers my name;
She...
Struck by her eyes,
Taken by her form,
I've been entangled in want.
I've been fixated.
Compelled by her lasciviousness,
Which feeds my own,
I've been enwrapped.
I've been enchanted.
Panting from the sound of her voice,
Wishing to take her,
I've become lustful.
I often find myself daydreaming;
I run my tongue along her pale skin;
I run it down below her belly button
To a spot which makes her gasp.
It has been done before, perhaps,
But not by me.
She whispers my name;
She...
1348 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jan 2014 3:35am
30th Jan 2014 3:35am
Hark into the Dark
Hark into the dark.
Like a kiss,
A whispered song in your ear,
An ecstatic lover welcoming you home.
Fall into the night,
For none ever escape it,
Shadows at the walls,
Lights that catch the alleys.
Welcome the unlit,
For it welcomes you,
For it hungers for you,
A whispered song in your ear,
A soft kiss upon your neck,
Wetness,
Blood,
Welcome the blackness,
For it welcomes you....
Like a kiss,
A whispered song in your ear,
An ecstatic lover welcoming you home.
Fall into the night,
For none ever escape it,
Shadows at the walls,
Lights that catch the alleys.
Welcome the unlit,
For it welcomes you,
For it hungers for you,
A whispered song in your ear,
A soft kiss upon your neck,
Wetness,
Blood,
Welcome the blackness,
For it welcomes you....
788 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 5:19pm
29th Jan 2014 5:19pm
I Often Wonder
I often wonder,
in my own time,
If hearts can get
what makes them need,
What leaves them beating fast,
What leaves them aching,
I often wonder,
in my own time,
If hearts can get
what they wish the most,
Is it all a joke that leaves us aching,
Is it all just teasing and boundless, endless, cracking,
I often wonder,
in your own time,
Do hearts deserve
what they get the most,
Or is my lamentation my own,
Or is my own heart, simply, hopelessly, needlessly, unfulfilled,
in my own time,
If hearts can get
what makes them need,
What leaves them beating fast,
What leaves them aching,
I often wonder,
in my own time,
If hearts can get
what they wish the most,
Is it all a joke that leaves us aching,
Is it all just teasing and boundless, endless, cracking,
I often wonder,
in your own time,
Do hearts deserve
what they get the most,
Or is my lamentation my own,
Or is my own heart, simply, hopelessly, needlessly, unfulfilled,
600 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2014 4:02pm
27th Jan 2014 4:02pm
Glance Behind Clasped Hands at Hobb's End
Lightning but no thunder,
Darkness but no rain,
Foreboding without the slash of horror.
Dark clouds that milk the should-be-golden-sky.
A shuttering luke warm wind that smells of decay.
Windows that are kept shuttered through all hours.
A blackest point rises up above the shops and houses,
An old church with unfitting architecture,
The new red painted door that bled down to the cobbled stone.
Beyond,
Tall thin, charred stick trees,
Moss and straw grass grow over the cracked rocks, with the twisting symbols. ...
Darkness but no rain,
Foreboding without the slash of horror.
Dark clouds that milk the should-be-golden-sky.
A shuttering luke warm wind that smells of decay.
Windows that are kept shuttered through all hours.
A blackest point rises up above the shops and houses,
An old church with unfitting architecture,
The new red painted door that bled down to the cobbled stone.
Beyond,
Tall thin, charred stick trees,
Moss and straw grass grow over the cracked rocks, with the twisting symbols. ...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Jan 2014 2:57pm
27th Jan 2014 2:57pm
Give into the Night
Go!
Go!
Go!
Give in--
Give in--
Give in,
Give into the shadows.
Give--
Give--
Give into the sound,
The sound,
Sound of the stars.
Gone,
Gone,
Is the feeling of stress.
Now here comes,
Here comes,
Here comes the night.
Just like prey in the night.
Just like preying
The night.
The light,
The light,
Light of the night.
Don't becon the light.
It all starts tonight.
Here it comes,
Here it comes,
It's unavoidable,
...
Go!
Go!
Give in--
Give in--
Give in,
Give into the shadows.
Give--
Give--
Give into the sound,
The sound,
Sound of the stars.
Gone,
Gone,
Is the feeling of stress.
Now here comes,
Here comes,
Here comes the night.
Just like prey in the night.
Just like preying
The night.
The light,
The light,
Light of the night.
Don't becon the light.
It all starts tonight.
Here it comes,
Here it comes,
It's unavoidable,
...
603 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 1:17pm
23rd Jan 2014 1:17pm
Whisper If You Can
Memories whisper why,
Down deep in this bottle,
Alcohol soaked dreams care not to murmur.
Memories,
Memories of ages deep.
Haze of my delirium,
And in my heart I find little bits of obsidium.
For what am I and what are they twofold.
Down deep in this bottle,
Alcohol soaked dreams care not to murmur.
Memories,
Memories of ages deep.
Haze of my delirium,
And in my heart I find little bits of obsidium.
For what am I and what are they twofold.
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