Submissions by Mundus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
290 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2023 9:10am
25th Mar 2023 9:10am
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
305 reads
5 Comments
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
247 reads
1 Comment
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
251 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
230 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2023 10:21pm
4th Mar 2023 10:21pm
Forever
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
#apathy
214 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
261 reads
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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
282 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
394 reads
6 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
402 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
357 reads
10 Comments
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