Submissions by Nameless_Traveler (Andrew Kerklaan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 9:46pm
22nd Sep 2012 9:46pm
It's In The Details
See the colours moving, watch them taking shape
Translucent green against florescent yellow, peeling away to red and then back again.
Imagination takes its toll where comprehension comes unglued and realism takes passenger on our journey down and into the unknown
Linking arms and taking the plunge. Delving further then our fore-fathers ever dared to enter
A prisoner of your own mind -- Lost in oblivion
Thoughts dribble into nonsense and mind transferal begins...
Quiet like a...
Translucent green against florescent yellow, peeling away to red and then back again.
Imagination takes its toll where comprehension comes unglued and realism takes passenger on our journey down and into the unknown
Linking arms and taking the plunge. Delving further then our fore-fathers ever dared to enter
A prisoner of your own mind -- Lost in oblivion
Thoughts dribble into nonsense and mind transferal begins...
Quiet like a...
782 reads
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2012 6:34am
13th Sep 2012 6:34am
Static
Sitting quietly amongst the noise I travel on the horseless steel caravan
Seeds of guilt are planted and they cultivate restlessly in my mind...
Burning ignorance
Even as I scribe it plagues me!
My own anarchist desires as unique as an army lemmings -- How original...
My tongue is made of lead and my saliva mercury bullets
Unable or perhaps just unwilling to shut my yammering noise box, it spews relentless, babbling idiocy into my life's endeavours...
Acting as a veil blinds me to reason
...While...
Seeds of guilt are planted and they cultivate restlessly in my mind...
Burning ignorance
Even as I scribe it plagues me!
My own anarchist desires as unique as an army lemmings -- How original...
My tongue is made of lead and my saliva mercury bullets
Unable or perhaps just unwilling to shut my yammering noise box, it spews relentless, babbling idiocy into my life's endeavours...
Acting as a veil blinds me to reason
...While...
755 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 6:04am
13th Sep 2012 6:04am
Burying The Day
Organic cog machines belching smog and mechanical components siding to pass
A pale sickly yellow as though it's dying sun heart were bodily translucent for all to see...
Quickly they grab to their shovels and frantically begin burying their time in the muck!
The lot of them. Machines--rumbling, exhausting, rolling on by
All of them consumed with madness and plagued with burden
Spewing the sludge of the last X-generation, with the black clouds that never settle and storms that never rained...
All on their own, one by one
...
A pale sickly yellow as though it's dying sun heart were bodily translucent for all to see...
Quickly they grab to their shovels and frantically begin burying their time in the muck!
The lot of them. Machines--rumbling, exhausting, rolling on by
All of them consumed with madness and plagued with burden
Spewing the sludge of the last X-generation, with the black clouds that never settle and storms that never rained...
All on their own, one by one
...
693 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2012 9:48pm
27th Aug 2012 9:48pm
Ya' Feel Me?
While this is happening you will be my secret
Until this is over nobody will hear you crying out
But unless I let you go then the moon will fall
You must know I do this for you...
Clawing at the eyes that must see
Feel this release around you.
Intimate. Embrace. Soothing...
I need this.
Empowering me, I become weightless and soon float away...
To watch from above
Knowing exactly what has to happen
And dreading the day they ask of my return...
...
Until this is over nobody will hear you crying out
But unless I let you go then the moon will fall
You must know I do this for you...
Clawing at the eyes that must see
Feel this release around you.
Intimate. Embrace. Soothing...
I need this.
Empowering me, I become weightless and soon float away...
To watch from above
Knowing exactly what has to happen
And dreading the day they ask of my return...
...
614 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 9:27pm
18th Jul 2012 9:27pm
Blur
Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
...
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
...
887 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 11:21pm
26th Jun 2012 11:21pm
Flood
Every little drop must consume
Every one completely as necessary as the last
Feasting on tears and blood of the innocent
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Blacker then tar and twice as thick
It greets your open lungs with a kiss
Toxic and grey
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Until all has been consumed
Quaking to the foundations
Decimating
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
An...
Every one completely as necessary as the last
Feasting on tears and blood of the innocent
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Blacker then tar and twice as thick
It greets your open lungs with a kiss
Toxic and grey
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Until all has been consumed
Quaking to the foundations
Decimating
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
An...
814 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 8:35am
2nd May 2012 8:35am
Haunted Dreams
Torch light illuminates the chamber.
The porcelain dungeon...
Lost in darkness.
Room keeps spinning...
Tearing wakeful memories,
I awaken from a restless sleep...
In the dungeon there is still creeping
Like piercing eyes watching...
I feel their gaze
Like wandering spirits voices...
I hear them whispering
Silent like they're listening...
But I am now alone.
...
The porcelain dungeon...
Lost in darkness.
Room keeps spinning...
Tearing wakeful memories,
I awaken from a restless sleep...
In the dungeon there is still creeping
Like piercing eyes watching...
I feel their gaze
Like wandering spirits voices...
I hear them whispering
Silent like they're listening...
But I am now alone.
...
600 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 6:29am
17th Mar 2012 6:29am
Flight of the Pigeon
He catches an upward blast and is cascaded toward the heavens
A plume of feathers both grey and blue
Soaring high above, riding the draft
Elegant and careless like the valkery's flight
Sailing onward to certain victory!
The drums roll and the trumpets shout
Beating to the crest of the aerial knight
Streamlined magnificents fit for a king
A slave to no one -- A...
A plume of feathers both grey and blue
Soaring high above, riding the draft
Elegant and careless like the valkery's flight
Sailing onward to certain victory!
The drums roll and the trumpets shout
Beating to the crest of the aerial knight
Streamlined magnificents fit for a king
A slave to no one -- A...
838 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2012 9:32pm
4th Mar 2012 9:32pm
The Voice of the Mountain
Deep solemn voices speak from within
Falling snow in the dead of night
Like the grand emperor of solitude
Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
...Om...
Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
Chilling the very soul
Harder then stone, colder then ice
The mountain sings its song
From high atop...
Falling snow in the dead of night
Like the grand emperor of solitude
Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
...Om...
Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
Chilling the very soul
Harder then stone, colder then ice
The mountain sings its song
From high atop...
981 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2012 11:09am
4th Mar 2012 11:09am
It was Ketchup Mortimer (part 3 of 4)
Charlie felt a shudder run down his spine like ice water and shook his head dispersing the last of the clinging thoughts and turned back to Mortimer.
He was perched impudently far over the edge, his pale gangly limbs hung down clad in his blood spattered khakis as his feet swung to and fro in a childish manner.
This was managed with the kind of skill that Charlie believed was reserved strictly for superhero characters and small arachnids.
"Oh... and Mortimer?" Charlie paused in the door of the bedroom looking at him, he appeared to be midway through another...
He was perched impudently far over the edge, his pale gangly limbs hung down clad in his blood spattered khakis as his feet swung to and fro in a childish manner.
This was managed with the kind of skill that Charlie believed was reserved strictly for superhero characters and small arachnids.
"Oh... and Mortimer?" Charlie paused in the door of the bedroom looking at him, he appeared to be midway through another...
948 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 5:54am
3rd Mar 2012 5:54am
The Wizard
Incantations, magic and the like~
~The wizard casts his spell~
~Blackest nights and brightest days~
~A spell is cast~
~Now all has gone away~
~Never more a brighter day~
~Away -- Away~
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
~The wizard casts his spell~
~Blackest nights and brightest days~
~A spell is cast~
~Now all has gone away~
~Never more a brighter day~
~Away -- Away~
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
1064 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 8:11pm
11th Feb 2012 8:11pm
Stick Figure Painting
The initial scratch is scribed and a body comes to life
Blackness.
His body carved of the purest white light
Agelessly faded he drifts solemnly from view
Smiling all the while, an incision of the face emits a wretched laugh
So seldom do his unspoken words take voice
Slung from twine... ...Forever he remains
...Seamlessly trapped
The ground dangles tauntingly beneath him but with hands bound tight he's dances a "hang man's jig"
A word falls to his...
Blackness.
His body carved of the purest white light
Agelessly faded he drifts solemnly from view
Smiling all the while, an incision of the face emits a wretched laugh
So seldom do his unspoken words take voice
Slung from twine... ...Forever he remains
...Seamlessly trapped
The ground dangles tauntingly beneath him but with hands bound tight he's dances a "hang man's jig"
A word falls to his...
862 reads
1 Comment
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