Submissions by Mundus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2023 11:20pm
12th Oct 2023 11:20pm
In Another Castle
Leading Mario through landscapes
of pixelated woods, water and fire,
we'd feel the hours disappear
in a haze of sunset pink-orange.
We never knew it wouldn't last:
8 bit colors weren't enough
to keep our own private Bowser away
from our tiny, frail kingdom of happiness.
Darkness was coming:
days and nights of newborn screams,
curses and tears hurled at ourselves and God;
our world reduced to a diorama of lava and ash.
Many times I've looked at my parents,
mostly nervously, silently,
many times I've thought: we're the...
of pixelated woods, water and fire,
we'd feel the hours disappear
in a haze of sunset pink-orange.
We never knew it wouldn't last:
8 bit colors weren't enough
to keep our own private Bowser away
from our tiny, frail kingdom of happiness.
Darkness was coming:
days and nights of newborn screams,
curses and tears hurled at ourselves and God;
our world reduced to a diorama of lava and ash.
Many times I've looked at my parents,
mostly nervously, silently,
many times I've thought: we're the...
#sadness
#conflict
#escape #disappointment
#escape #disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2023 9:13am
11th Oct 2023 9:13am
Ingratitude
I see you, mom, as you leave
a trace of yourself
on everything you touch:
the shallow glasses my sister
keeps filling up with Coke,
the doorknob that sends you
into a world of supermarkets,
pharmacies and banks,
the bright screen that passes
for a friend from Monday morning
to Sunday evening.
You leave a trace of yourself
on everything, on everyone,
yet, who gives back to you?
What's the reward for the years
that fall behind you
as you work your sad magic?
People and things
remain cold to your touch, ...
a trace of yourself
on everything you touch:
the shallow glasses my sister
keeps filling up with Coke,
the doorknob that sends you
into a world of supermarkets,
pharmacies and banks,
the bright screen that passes
for a friend from Monday morning
to Sunday evening.
You leave a trace of yourself
on everything, on everyone,
yet, who gives back to you?
What's the reward for the years
that fall behind you
as you work your sad magic?
People and things
remain cold to your touch, ...
#mother
#parent
#motherhood
#son
#responsibility
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2023 1:11pm
2nd Oct 2023 1:11pm
Oneiros
A slippery mirror
upon which
the eye slides
as chameleon fantasies
bloom like children,
joining every theory
in a tapestry of dirt,
a shallow imitation
of meaning;
casting countless lives
like dandelion seeds
in a void that sings
of identities colliding,
refracting in a din
of opposite rainbows:
the mind chiseled
by the translucent hands
of sleep.
upon which
the eye slides
as chameleon fantasies
bloom like children,
joining every theory
in a tapestry of dirt,
a shallow imitation
of meaning;
casting countless lives
like dandelion seeds
in a void that sings
of identities colliding,
refracting in a din
of opposite rainbows:
the mind chiseled
by the translucent hands
of sleep.
#dreams
#night
#sleep
138 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2023 10:18am
30th Aug 2023 10:18am
Deliverance
The desire to survive,
in a landscape strewn
with rocks and weeds,
grows weaker and weaker
with each waning moon,
every time less able
to revive what little light
I might still dream of.
Thus, the tiger that follows me
to the edge of the night
looks like a friend,
eyes gleaming with promise,
teeth as soft as deliverance.
in a landscape strewn
with rocks and weeds,
grows weaker and weaker
with each waning moon,
every time less able
to revive what little light
I might still dream of.
Thus, the tiger that follows me
to the edge of the night
looks like a friend,
eyes gleaming with promise,
teeth as soft as deliverance.
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#boredom
263 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2023 4:24am
9th Aug 2023 4:24am
The Night
One day, the candle will go out;
I will stand in the dark
groping for the key to the sun,
gathering only dust.
That day, my breath will be useless,
another absurd gesture,
a habit to quit.
You will leave me, mother,
and I will only have eyes for the night.
I will stand in the dark
groping for the key to the sun,
gathering only dust.
That day, my breath will be useless,
another absurd gesture,
a habit to quit.
You will leave me, mother,
and I will only have eyes for the night.
#anxiety
#grief
#loneliness
#mother
#fear
222 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2023 10:00am
24th Jun 2023 10:00am
Flesh of a Bully
Pour my feelings
onto the frying pan,
prepare the lights
for another show
of disrespect;
don't worry about me,
I'll play the lamb
before the wolf
lurking in your soul.
Throw boiling sand
in the face of courtesy,
slash my tires,
rig this race,
but don't mind me,
I'll just clean up
the blood and shit
after your parade.
Yet, one day
the black sheep
will become
a white lion,
prey upon the fear
buried beneath
your arrogance.
I'll be hungry ...
onto the frying pan,
prepare the lights
for another show
of disrespect;
don't worry about me,
I'll play the lamb
before the wolf
lurking in your soul.
Throw boiling sand
in the face of courtesy,
slash my tires,
rig this race,
but don't mind me,
I'll just clean up
the blood and shit
after your parade.
Yet, one day
the black sheep
will become
a white lion,
prey upon the fear
buried beneath
your arrogance.
I'll be hungry ...
#anger
#hate
#dark
#shame
#frustration
274 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2023 10:50pm
21st Jun 2023 10:50pm
Plagued
Eyes like broken windows
stare into oblivion,
the milky smoke of absence
rises up to lonely lips
of snow and ash
birthing a lullaby
caught in time,
festooned with
terminal sadness,
the frozen lament
of who I once was
now buried beneath
glassy tears
until death
will wake me.
stare into oblivion,
the milky smoke of absence
rises up to lonely lips
of snow and ash
birthing a lullaby
caught in time,
festooned with
terminal sadness,
the frozen lament
of who I once was
now buried beneath
glassy tears
until death
will wake me.
#sadness
#dark
#frustration
#despair
#boredom
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2023 8:07pm
23rd May 2023 8:07pm
No Life, No Life
Everything seems to be
charred sky or suicide sun,
unmistakable,
inescapable,
either that or some kind
of nondescript peace,
bloodless,
lifeless,
no pulse in it at all.
The blade runs
back and forth
across my brain
or it is consumed
by empty laughter,
the same music,
the same food
day in, day out.
Whether a million
hands pull at
my consciousness
or the landscape
drowns into
the tasteless cream
of sleep, all I do
is throw my hands up
and ask: why, oh, why?
charred sky or suicide sun,
unmistakable,
inescapable,
either that or some kind
of nondescript peace,
bloodless,
lifeless,
no pulse in it at all.
The blade runs
back and forth
across my brain
or it is consumed
by empty laughter,
the same music,
the same food
day in, day out.
Whether a million
hands pull at
my consciousness
or the landscape
drowns into
the tasteless cream
of sleep, all I do
is throw my hands up
and ask: why, oh, why?
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#frustration
#emptiness
199 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2023 5:21pm
16th Apr 2023 5:21pm
The Night Holds Its Breath
The night holds its breath
as love, lust and fear dance
with the jester of my dreams
as he plays his silver flute
to make diamonds bloom,
to flood the sky with milk,
to awaken the icy butterfly
that rests upon your lips
like a lock upon a white door.
Will you grant me the key
to the slowly-forming city of dawn?
Will you compose the word
that births the rainfall of roses?
The night holds its breath
as I pray for the secret sound
from which the gold of life flows.
as love, lust and fear dance
with the jester of my dreams
as he plays his silver flute
to make diamonds bloom,
to flood the sky with milk,
to awaken the icy butterfly
that rests upon your lips
like a lock upon a white door.
Will you grant me the key
to the slowly-forming city of dawn?
Will you compose the word
that births the rainfall of roses?
The night holds its breath
as I pray for the secret sound
from which the gold of life flows.
#love
#lust
#hope
#courage
#emotions
373 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2023 10:53am
2nd Apr 2023 10:53am
I'll See Myself Out
#sadness
#dark
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st Mar 2023 6:25am
31st Mar 2023 6:25am
Tombstone
You turned my dreams into fallacies,
scattered them to a wind
that couldn't care less about me.
You nailed my words to a cross
of silence, watched as I rusted
in a rain only the lonely see.
Now, you want to speak,
even though there's nothing
under the mask, nothing but a void
that gorges on love and compassion,
the bones of which you spat out
like bullets against a butterfly,
bones which have become
my shrine, my light, my strenght.
I'm not sorry you stand alone
in the black-throated...
scattered them to a wind
that couldn't care less about me.
You nailed my words to a cross
of silence, watched as I rusted
in a rain only the lonely see.
Now, you want to speak,
even though there's nothing
under the mask, nothing but a void
that gorges on love and compassion,
the bones of which you spat out
like bullets against a butterfly,
bones which have become
my shrine, my light, my strenght.
I'm not sorry you stand alone
in the black-throated...
#sadness
#anger
#betrayal
#manipulation
#deception
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Mar 2023 7:12am
30th Mar 2023 7:12am
United Snakes
You think you see
a shadow in me,
a chimera ready to pounce:
you're staring
at your own reflection.
The atoms of your hatred
poisoned the stream
of trust and truth;
my father drank
from your hands.
Half of him died.
You killed it.
You know nothing
of the night
that fills my mouth,
the cold hand
I've been dealt.
None of you care.
I might become
a statue of salt,
yet, I won't be the one
to cast the stone:
the armies of guilt
and remorse
will rape your...
a shadow in me,
a chimera ready to pounce:
you're staring
at your own reflection.
The atoms of your hatred
poisoned the stream
of trust and truth;
my father drank
from your hands.
Half of him died.
You killed it.
You know nothing
of the night
that fills my mouth,
the cold hand
I've been dealt.
None of you care.
I might become
a statue of salt,
yet, I won't be the one
to cast the stone:
the armies of guilt
and remorse
will rape your...
#anger
#conflict
#betrayal
#disappointment
#deception
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