Submissions by Murmur
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most of what I say is a lie until/unless I make it true.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 5:48am
5th Apr 2012 5:48am
Empathogen
Electronic beats to a plastic heart
The rhythm guides us in the dark
Chemical glow, its not that hard
But starlight makes me strive for more
In dark rooms where are the doors
The blacklight only lights the floor
From the bottom up, retrace your steps
Find yourself and you'll find an exit
And the sun may burn sensitive eyes
But starlight makes the dark alright
Why look up once you're inside?
Blacklights all some need to survive
Why settle for just getting by?
Starlight makes me feel alive
Blacklights, let the rhythm guide
The stars I...
The rhythm guides us in the dark
Chemical glow, its not that hard
But starlight makes me strive for more
In dark rooms where are the doors
The blacklight only lights the floor
From the bottom up, retrace your steps
Find yourself and you'll find an exit
And the sun may burn sensitive eyes
But starlight makes the dark alright
Why look up once you're inside?
Blacklights all some need to survive
Why settle for just getting by?
Starlight makes me feel alive
Blacklights, let the rhythm guide
The stars I...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 5:39am
5th Apr 2012 5:39am
r,evolve
A cold static flickers on the screen
The plugs are all where they should be
There's a manual we cannot read
Why don't you just cut the cord?
With hearts like holes and dicks for heads
You fuck yourselves and get pregnant
Our souls have all become inbred
And the virulence is born..
The plugs are all where they should be
There's a manual we cannot read
Why don't you just cut the cord?
With hearts like holes and dicks for heads
You fuck yourselves and get pregnant
Our souls have all become inbred
And the virulence is born..
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2011 5:19am
21st Jun 2011 5:19am
You will never see this
They beg and they plead
They hunger, they need
Not once, not twice, but three times dead
You can restart his heart but not his head
Among the living, among the pure
Still pain to kill, we kill to cure
In the office behind closed doors
Or passed out on a bathroom floor
The tracks only lead back to the pain
And now you're nodding off again
Deeper, Deeper, letting go
Inside out, a big black hole
He can't be taught, he cant be told
“I swear I've got complete control
They don't get it, they don't see
They are not like you and me”
With...
They hunger, they need
Not once, not twice, but three times dead
You can restart his heart but not his head
Among the living, among the pure
Still pain to kill, we kill to cure
In the office behind closed doors
Or passed out on a bathroom floor
The tracks only lead back to the pain
And now you're nodding off again
Deeper, Deeper, letting go
Inside out, a big black hole
He can't be taught, he cant be told
“I swear I've got complete control
They don't get it, they don't see
They are not like you and me”
With...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2011 5:15am
21st Jun 2011 5:15am
Done with life so I find a knife to Kill Time
I left me this
Nothing left to miss
Faceless grin, I stick it in
Collapse into me
Into me
A longing (for) bliss
An emptiness
Escape for a moment, day dream
All I want in my arms, my heartless queen
Drift myelinated to
A synapse hit through veins
I have
Nothing in me
Soulless machine
Poison tracks I follow you
Stagger Slipping for you
Sleep until I can feel that pain again
You have sold all of me
Am I really that cheap
All your empty warmth it cools me down
Frozen in this dream I...
Nothing left to miss
Faceless grin, I stick it in
Collapse into me
Into me
A longing (for) bliss
An emptiness
Escape for a moment, day dream
All I want in my arms, my heartless queen
Drift myelinated to
A synapse hit through veins
I have
Nothing in me
Soulless machine
Poison tracks I follow you
Stagger Slipping for you
Sleep until I can feel that pain again
You have sold all of me
Am I really that cheap
All your empty warmth it cools me down
Frozen in this dream I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 7:11pm
20th Jun 2011 7:11pm
Psychosis Memoirs
love and hate. nothing.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
#drugs
#memories
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 7:09pm
20th Jun 2011 7:09pm
Chemical Kids
We snorted our dignity through dollar bills
Our only peace was popping pills
Needles hit veins with dead hearts blood
So we'd pump our arms up for some love
Powdered mirrors served for dinner
Glass rose light bulbs she used to shimmer
Sexy shadow mouth glow stick X slide in
Saturated senses tingling chemical kids skin
Strung up and out scarecrow guards our seeds so they grow
Corncob crackpipe and arms tied to a .5 cc post
Under the shadow he casts, our wilted rotten crop
We pick the dead flowers now cuz they're all that we've got
Our only peace was popping pills
Needles hit veins with dead hearts blood
So we'd pump our arms up for some love
Powdered mirrors served for dinner
Glass rose light bulbs she used to shimmer
Sexy shadow mouth glow stick X slide in
Saturated senses tingling chemical kids skin
Strung up and out scarecrow guards our seeds so they grow
Corncob crackpipe and arms tied to a .5 cc post
Under the shadow he casts, our wilted rotten crop
We pick the dead flowers now cuz they're all that we've got
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