Submissions by NRNK
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 4:16pm
3rd Mar 2014 4:16pm
Lost my innocence to arrogance
I strike deep.
Part 1:
So we met. Finally. That clock had been ticking for a while now. Has she been burning up for me? What has she been up to? She wore no perfume.
So she does not want to play? Is she wearing cologne? Do I need to get closer to discover? So I did. She smells stupid. Girl, you like a whore straight off a manga illustration. What are you wearing? Million dollar girl in a cheap dress, girl, you need a makeover, a serious one. You need an intervention. You need intense gym sessions. Personal coach??! Yeah, right!. What the fuck have you been up to? You...
Part 1:
So we met. Finally. That clock had been ticking for a while now. Has she been burning up for me? What has she been up to? She wore no perfume.
So she does not want to play? Is she wearing cologne? Do I need to get closer to discover? So I did. She smells stupid. Girl, you like a whore straight off a manga illustration. What are you wearing? Million dollar girl in a cheap dress, girl, you need a makeover, a serious one. You need an intervention. You need intense gym sessions. Personal coach??! Yeah, right!. What the fuck have you been up to? You...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 4:08pm
3rd Mar 2014 4:08pm
I fell in love with myself because you almost shattered me.
Rap Inspiration
Gun shots in the dark
Shoot a witch after I shot a bitch.
I am heavy on the wrist.
My wallet looks like a bible.
I pack heat. I need no crew.
Does it sound like I am talking in Hebrew?
Let me make myself clear then.
I rejoice solitude.
Keeps me sharp. Keeps me swift.
You are right here, next to me.
I don’t see you. I don’t hear you.
I don’t feel you.
I don’t like crowd.
Gods do not mingle with mortals.
Teenage girl. Why you so jumpy?
Can’t you see I am breathing?
Can’t you see how laid back I am...
Gun shots in the dark
Shoot a witch after I shot a bitch.
I am heavy on the wrist.
My wallet looks like a bible.
I pack heat. I need no crew.
Does it sound like I am talking in Hebrew?
Let me make myself clear then.
I rejoice solitude.
Keeps me sharp. Keeps me swift.
You are right here, next to me.
I don’t see you. I don’t hear you.
I don’t feel you.
I don’t like crowd.
Gods do not mingle with mortals.
Teenage girl. Why you so jumpy?
Can’t you see I am breathing?
Can’t you see how laid back I am...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 00:28am
17th Oct 2013 00:28am
sEX
You can't afford to fail if you must cheat death. I stand on this apex, without you, without fear.
You cannot stare into these. They know no depth. They have witnessed and understood what has escaped you for so long. You will find but darkness here. Let darkness shed a scintillating revelation upon your scraped soul. Let darkness guide. Butterfly of scabbed wings, there are but thorns here. Why do you perpetuate your predilection? I am immortal. Death can't touch me. I am my own companion. My only companion. My own enigma. My own stigma. My own propaganda. My own redemption. On bad days...
You cannot stare into these. They know no depth. They have witnessed and understood what has escaped you for so long. You will find but darkness here. Let darkness shed a scintillating revelation upon your scraped soul. Let darkness guide. Butterfly of scabbed wings, there are but thorns here. Why do you perpetuate your predilection? I am immortal. Death can't touch me. I am my own companion. My only companion. My own enigma. My own stigma. My own propaganda. My own redemption. On bad days...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 00:59am
30th Aug 2013 00:59am
Meeky
The lady, a cynosure,
By her side you'd wish to gaze into the azure.
In her eyes, innocence scintillates,
Between smiles and tears she'd oscillate.
In her laughter many found elixir,
To her command will bow an emir,
Her gaze stealing light from sapphire.
Breathing life into the wistful souls.
Silk envious of her touch,
Ascetics desirous of her grace,
In strokes and shades she seeks solace.
Her luscious lips speaks sub rosa,
In a voice akin to the most illustrious cadenza.
In bits of papers, she writes history,...
By her side you'd wish to gaze into the azure.
In her eyes, innocence scintillates,
Between smiles and tears she'd oscillate.
In her laughter many found elixir,
To her command will bow an emir,
Her gaze stealing light from sapphire.
Breathing life into the wistful souls.
Silk envious of her touch,
Ascetics desirous of her grace,
In strokes and shades she seeks solace.
Her luscious lips speaks sub rosa,
In a voice akin to the most illustrious cadenza.
In bits of papers, she writes history,...
486 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 3:51pm
29th Aug 2013 3:51pm
A lost nymph
Oh, that whore. How I longed to be with her. And now that I am with her, all I really think about is the next girl, the next make-out, the next silhouette, the next curves, the next partner. She’s been acting all blushy blushy no sucky fucky all this time, when I know she could kill to go on that ride with me. She has been lusting for it since the very first time she set eyes on the virility of my smoke and heard the depth in my whisper. I see her melt like butter every time I walk to her. She’s a nymph grubbing for it and she is always trying to make me feel her heat. She’s been yearning for...
634 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 6:23pm
28th Aug 2013 6:23pm
Frost
Shadow. A shadow so formidable it is a lone, independent entity, freed from that deviant silhouette, with its own cause, liberated from the burden to follow and bestowed with the will and skill, to lead. It has transcended the teachings of its pedagogue. It has forged its own shape and with the clarity of passion in its eyes, it has conquered what once ruled over him. It caught glimpse of what used to render it blind to the wonder it was surrounded by. A shadow so embracing of light, it glows darker at sunsets. In flutes, serenades, interludes & drums, it has unearthed an inner serenity...
590 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 6:22pm
28th Aug 2013 6:22pm
Skin Layer
Prophets dictating our lives from the sidewalk,
Religion outlining corpses with chalk.
So many in the name of love get tongue-tied,
So many in the name of lust sacrifice their parents' pride.
Sacrifice so much for so little in return,
And for years onward feel that pang burn.
Stooges elated in the company of prima donnas,
Demimondaines whipping at the soul of the untainted,
In this seeking get their past blotted.
How the deceitful steal the aurora and deprive of wonder,
Where holding trust is the biggest blunder.
In a world where to conquer the...
Religion outlining corpses with chalk.
So many in the name of love get tongue-tied,
So many in the name of lust sacrifice their parents' pride.
Sacrifice so much for so little in return,
And for years onward feel that pang burn.
Stooges elated in the company of prima donnas,
Demimondaines whipping at the soul of the untainted,
In this seeking get their past blotted.
How the deceitful steal the aurora and deprive of wonder,
Where holding trust is the biggest blunder.
In a world where to conquer the...
615 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 8:43pm
21st Feb 2013 8:43pm
Haze Days
762 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 10:09pm
20th Feb 2013 10:09pm
Stabbing anger with pen
Haters gonna hate
Bitches gonna bitch
Losers gonna lose
Winners gonna win
Buckle up; you are in for a treat. If you can’t face me you should turn the fuck around and quit talking shit about me behind my back. Just quit messing with me, because I can outline pathetic thug-wannabes like you in chalk and blood, with my eyes shut. It is like a six sense really. You think you’re tough. Tough enough, to fucking mess with me? Cunt, you walk with a limp and you want to race me to that whore?
You know what they say: “When you can’t run with the big dogs, you’d better stay on...
Bitches gonna bitch
Losers gonna lose
Winners gonna win
Buckle up; you are in for a treat. If you can’t face me you should turn the fuck around and quit talking shit about me behind my back. Just quit messing with me, because I can outline pathetic thug-wannabes like you in chalk and blood, with my eyes shut. It is like a six sense really. You think you’re tough. Tough enough, to fucking mess with me? Cunt, you walk with a limp and you want to race me to that whore?
You know what they say: “When you can’t run with the big dogs, you’d better stay on...
814 reads
3 Comments
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