Submissions by Mundus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2023 6:51am
19th Mar 2023 6:51am
2003
Cornflower skies
rest upon our eyes
as we float on the fumes
of a brief eternity.
The magnetic fields of youth
draw our lips closer,
we realize we're dreaming
as we dream of reality.
I rewind this memory
on the broken screen
of a lonely afternoon.
We had to cut the summer
so we could run
towards the autumn,
the sound of scissors
still clear as a tear
in my ears.
rest upon our eyes
as we float on the fumes
of a brief eternity.
The magnetic fields of youth
draw our lips closer,
we realize we're dreaming
as we dream of reality.
I rewind this memory
on the broken screen
of a lonely afternoon.
We had to cut the summer
so we could run
towards the autumn,
the sound of scissors
still clear as a tear
in my ears.
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2023 8:12pm
16th Mar 2023 8:12pm
Depression
Not a moment crystallized in time,
but loose atoms suspended in air,
a mist that never lifts.
In this pale darkness,
I survive like a creature
who draws water from a stone,
a grim, uncertain miracle:
someday, thirst could become too much,
worse than stone itself,
driving me further into this silence,
these lonely plains,
until the moon rises
above the last traces of life.
but loose atoms suspended in air,
a mist that never lifts.
In this pale darkness,
I survive like a creature
who draws water from a stone,
a grim, uncertain miracle:
someday, thirst could become too much,
worse than stone itself,
driving me further into this silence,
these lonely plains,
until the moon rises
above the last traces of life.
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
60 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2023 7:07am
10th Mar 2023 7:07am
Matchbox Almost Empty
So far, it has existed
as a golden coin
enclosed in ice,
precious, yet distant.
I ask the sun to thaw
this cloistered treasure
but the sun is powerless:
only my sight
can break through
this fortress.
Sometimes, I doubt
its very nature:
self-deception?
Hallucination?
The answer is buried
beneath the frozen fields
of my very being.
Meanwhile,
everybody else glows
like stained glass
in the summer sun:
they burn, too,
but they illuminate
their own path,
they're...
as a golden coin
enclosed in ice,
precious, yet distant.
I ask the sun to thaw
this cloistered treasure
but the sun is powerless:
only my sight
can break through
this fortress.
Sometimes, I doubt
its very nature:
self-deception?
Hallucination?
The answer is buried
beneath the frozen fields
of my very being.
Meanwhile,
everybody else glows
like stained glass
in the summer sun:
they burn, too,
but they illuminate
their own path,
they're...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness #frustration
#loneliness #frustration
62 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2023 10:21pm
4th Mar 2023 10:21pm
Forever
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#apathy
31 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2023 2:37pm
16th Jan 2023 2:37pm
A Devil In The Tall Grass
#anger
#rejection
#dark
#shame
#frustration
80 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2023 1:58pm
4th Jan 2023 1:58pm
Postmortem Letter
With calloused hands
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
you snuffed out the primordial spark,
you drove the nails into
the living wood of infancy
with the eyes of a father,
the heart of a sphinx,
will you let me find my cloud
in this blinding black sky?
All that's left of you
is the algebra of your life,
cryptic letters on a cold, dead stone,
will I ever cut the rope
that strangles my neck
or will I succumb
to the demon that whips my back
on this crooked path to hell?
#father
#childhood
#memories
#son
#responsibility
116 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Dec 2022 5:00am
28th Dec 2022 5:00am
The Whore That Killed Me
#anger
#loneliness
#dark
#sex
#despair
123 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2022 1:32pm
25th Dec 2022 1:32pm
Listening to Depeche Mode's
This sleepless creep,
knee-deep in the mire
of your mystery,
begs for a glance
or a single chance
to bask in your shadow
like a disciple or a dog,
a replaceable cog
in your machinery of love,
efficient, disposable:
a cigarette or a glove.
This wretched bag of nerves
barely contained,
disdained, maimed
by the jaws of jealousy,
prays at the shrine
where you recline,
wickedly divine,
with thieves and lovers,
midnight rovers
searching for treasure,
your golden future.
They all...
knee-deep in the mire
of your mystery,
begs for a glance
or a single chance
to bask in your shadow
like a disciple or a dog,
a replaceable cog
in your machinery of love,
efficient, disposable:
a cigarette or a glove.
This wretched bag of nerves
barely contained,
disdained, maimed
by the jaws of jealousy,
prays at the shrine
where you recline,
wickedly divine,
with thieves and lovers,
midnight rovers
searching for treasure,
your golden future.
They all...
#jealousy
#dark
#romantic
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
195 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2022 5:18am
11th Nov 2022 5:18am
I Dream A Dream
I dream a dream
of lunar water,
a whisper of blue
on a black background,
strewn with stars
& wide as the world,
peaceful as sapphire.
Drowsy and dreary,
I dream this dream,
bleary-eyed, petrified
by a mad Medusa:
the ravaging rays
of a soulless sun
staring into my retina.
I prefer this plane
of moonlit pleasure,
where present and future
live and last
as long as laughter,
the past is spent,
an empty lighter.
A comet green
streaking the sky, ...
of lunar water,
a whisper of blue
on a black background,
strewn with stars
& wide as the world,
peaceful as sapphire.
Drowsy and dreary,
I dream this dream,
bleary-eyed, petrified
by a mad Medusa:
the ravaging rays
of a soulless sun
staring into my retina.
I prefer this plane
of moonlit pleasure,
where present and future
live and last
as long as laughter,
the past is spent,
an empty lighter.
A comet green
streaking the sky, ...
#dreams
#night
#sleep
#bittersweet
#emotions
195 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2022 8:22am
31st Oct 2022 8:22am
Things Are Strange
Things are strange,
thoughts crowned with barbed wire
haunt the hallways of existence
in the castle of the mind.
I hear the mechanical moans
of serenity, a maiden tied
to the tree of impossibility,
hopeless staring
at a counterfeit moon
while I dine and drink
to the wreckage of a dream,
on dying light and broken glass.
Sex is a mirror full of snakes,
death overflows with honey
and apathy is the succubus
that consumes the clock
as I pray to gods of melting wax
for the stillness of dew,
the...
thoughts crowned with barbed wire
haunt the hallways of existence
in the castle of the mind.
I hear the mechanical moans
of serenity, a maiden tied
to the tree of impossibility,
hopeless staring
at a counterfeit moon
while I dine and drink
to the wreckage of a dream,
on dying light and broken glass.
Sex is a mirror full of snakes,
death overflows with honey
and apathy is the succubus
that consumes the clock
as I pray to gods of melting wax
for the stillness of dew,
the...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#apathy
179 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2022 4:54am
29th Oct 2022 4:54am
Sphinx
My father was a silent man,
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
a sphinx that never gave me a chance
to solve its riddle.
He had few words to share
but he knew how to use them to stab me,
even in broad daylight.
I couldn't ignore his soft, polite cruelty,
his mild-mannered darkness.
I knew his where the whispers of a snake,
the treacheries of a seasoned trickster.
I just couldn't prove it.
He left nothing but ruins in his wake,
dust and stones, the bones of my youth.
What am I going to do now
with this mound of ashes?
He disappeared before his time ...
#father
#parent
#memories
#separation
#son
225 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2022 11:09pm
22nd Oct 2022 11:09pm
The Drifter
My life is an empty set
containing shallow words,
numbers which add up to zero.
Every shape and color
is but a shadow of its nature
in the sleepless space
of my existence,
where I chase illusory moons,
transient constellations
of amazement.
Cut off from
the primal ambrosia,
I lose myself
in parallel universes
clogged by clouds
of unknowing,
meaning slipping
through my fingers
like sand
on the shore
of infinity.
containing shallow words,
numbers which add up to zero.
Every shape and color
is but a shadow of its nature
in the sleepless space
of my existence,
where I chase illusory moons,
transient constellations
of amazement.
Cut off from
the primal ambrosia,
I lose myself
in parallel universes
clogged by clouds
of unknowing,
meaning slipping
through my fingers
like sand
on the shore
of infinity.
#loneliness
#frustration
#confusion
#emptiness
#boredom
198 reads
7 Comments
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