Submissions by Mundus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
351 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2022 5:45am
19th Oct 2022 5:45am
Note To Self
In the crucible of pain
butterflies are born,
rainbows can flourish
from a nucleus of sorrow:
a lesson taught in
life's invisible pages,
a message encoded
in the palimpsest
of flesh and blood.
butterflies are born,
rainbows can flourish
from a nucleus of sorrow:
a lesson taught in
life's invisible pages,
a message encoded
in the palimpsest
of flesh and blood.
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
375 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2022 9:47pm
14th Oct 2022 9:47pm
Antarctica
Words like glaciers
tower above my silence
with a threatening composure
of immeasurable weight.
My reality is a lifeless lake
brimming with reflections,
clouds of fear and desire,
nothing in it is mine.
I'm a phantom suspended
in the sharp-toothed air,
desperate for color and shape,
unable to articulate
the whirlwind of nightmares
beneath my calm white exterior.
All is snow and silence,
my screams vanish like vapor,
my tears become stones.
tower above my silence
with a threatening composure
of immeasurable weight.
My reality is a lifeless lake
brimming with reflections,
clouds of fear and desire,
nothing in it is mine.
I'm a phantom suspended
in the sharp-toothed air,
desperate for color and shape,
unable to articulate
the whirlwind of nightmares
beneath my calm white exterior.
All is snow and silence,
my screams vanish like vapor,
my tears become stones.
#loneliness
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
#boredom
363 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2022 7:06pm
14th Oct 2022 7:06pm
Clocks And Calendars
Crumbling cathedrals
of emotion and thought,
faintly glowing
in the ever-widening
expanse of the years;
I choose to dwell here,
in the twilight
of clocks and calendars,
where only ghosts
glide through the emptiness
of days gone by.
Colors vanish,
everything's painted
a dim shade of blue
in the mist
of half-forgotten scenes
that clouds my eyes,
blinding them
to the beckoning light
of the future.
of emotion and thought,
faintly glowing
in the ever-widening
expanse of the years;
I choose to dwell here,
in the twilight
of clocks and calendars,
where only ghosts
glide through the emptiness
of days gone by.
Colors vanish,
everything's painted
a dim shade of blue
in the mist
of half-forgotten scenes
that clouds my eyes,
blinding them
to the beckoning light
of the future.
#loneliness
#memories
#emptiness
419 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Oct 2022 7:48pm
10th Oct 2022 7:48pm
This Lunar Twilight
Let the evening pass
through rings of fire,
let our worlds
intertwine
in a kaleidoscope
of delirium,
the pulse of
our conjoined minds
giving birth
to liquid stars
flowing through
this lunar twilight.
through rings of fire,
let our worlds
intertwine
in a kaleidoscope
of delirium,
the pulse of
our conjoined minds
giving birth
to liquid stars
flowing through
this lunar twilight.
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#sensual
#orgasm
615 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2022 10:09am
9th Oct 2022 10:09am
Every Day
Every day spreads
like a spiteful spiral,
malignant, ungrateful,
moored to murky dreams
drenched in bitter dew.
I watch the sun swim
like a saint, pristine,
yet pitilessly practical
while I'm caught
'tween smoke rings
and glassy things
that keep on breaking,
like branches or bread,
only fruitless,
tasteless.
Thus,
after the diaphanous daze
of daily dementia,
the moon comes
like a cooing dove
or a milky pillow,
placating the pulse
of existence,
expurgating
the spiny whispers ...
like a spiteful spiral,
malignant, ungrateful,
moored to murky dreams
drenched in bitter dew.
I watch the sun swim
like a saint, pristine,
yet pitilessly practical
while I'm caught
'tween smoke rings
and glassy things
that keep on breaking,
like branches or bread,
only fruitless,
tasteless.
Thus,
after the diaphanous daze
of daily dementia,
the moon comes
like a cooing dove
or a milky pillow,
placating the pulse
of existence,
expurgating
the spiny whispers ...
#sadness
#hope
#frustration
#redemption
#emptiness
405 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 4:14pm
7th Oct 2022 4:14pm
A Particle of Happiness
When your image
runs through my mind
like a golden train,
the wavelenght of desire
gives birth
to rainbows unseen,
reality morphs
into a butterfly.
A simple thought
and I'm cast
into the wind
like a particle
of happiness,
no longer bound
to the neurosis
of cold inertia.
Now, the stars
are in tune
with your rhythm,
the moon
is a picture
of delight,
dripping
with the honey
of infinity.
runs through my mind
like a golden train,
the wavelenght of desire
gives birth
to rainbows unseen,
reality morphs
into a butterfly.
A simple thought
and I'm cast
into the wind
like a particle
of happiness,
no longer bound
to the neurosis
of cold inertia.
Now, the stars
are in tune
with your rhythm,
the moon
is a picture
of delight,
dripping
with the honey
of infinity.
#happiness
#love
#strength
#hope
#emotions
396 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2022 10:39am
7th Oct 2022 10:39am
The Weeping Child
A shroud of clouds
obscures her colors
while a mute melody
plays in her mind,
clouds of time
converging to conceal
truth from her eyes,
her last shelter
frozen in fright.
Thus, an unseen mouth
convinces her
to drown in the ocean
of shadows
beyond the border
of reality,
where no hand
can reach
the weeping child
inside.
obscures her colors
while a mute melody
plays in her mind,
clouds of time
converging to conceal
truth from her eyes,
her last shelter
frozen in fright.
Thus, an unseen mouth
convinces her
to drown in the ocean
of shadows
beyond the border
of reality,
where no hand
can reach
the weeping child
inside.
#sadness
#dark
#heartbroken
#emptiness
#apathy
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