Submissions by Mundus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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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
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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
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I'll See Myself Out
#sadness
#dark
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
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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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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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The Clock
When I think of death
-a sharp, shiny blade-
I start to shrink,
trying to make myself
smaller and smaller,
too insignificant to kill.
Still, he will come for me
-pale, bony hands-
with the same precision
he used on my father
while a cloud of morphine
obscured his eyes.
This certainty saddens me:
all of this turned into nothing,
not even a mound of dust
redolent of life's vigor,
not even the shadow
of a candle!
Is a soft, numb passage
into that silent...
-a sharp, shiny blade-
I start to shrink,
trying to make myself
smaller and smaller,
too insignificant to kill.
Still, he will come for me
-pale, bony hands-
with the same precision
he used on my father
while a cloud of morphine
obscured his eyes.
This certainty saddens me:
all of this turned into nothing,
not even a mound of dust
redolent of life's vigor,
not even the shadow
of a candle!
Is a soft, numb passage
into that silent...
#sadness
#anxiety
#loneliness
#despair
#fear
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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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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
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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
176 reads
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Forever
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#apathy
161 reads
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A Devil In The Tall Grass
#anger
#rejection
#dark
#shame
#frustration
201 reads
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