Submissions by Nicky_The_Odd (Nicky Smith)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2015 3:31am
11th Mar 2015 3:31am
Overdose
(I'd Scream Your Name
If I Could Move My Lips
The Pains Mine To Claim
Forgotten Poker Chips
Disoriented Heart
Don't You Recognize
The Pain Of A Throwing Dart
You Should Be...Antagonized...
But It's Behind You- not inside.
It Wasn't A Miss
The Target Is Laid Aside
For A Faulty Promise
There's Morphine In My Cup
What If I don't Wake Up?)
what if you do.
If I Could Move My Lips
The Pains Mine To Claim
Forgotten Poker Chips
Disoriented Heart
Don't You Recognize
The Pain Of A Throwing Dart
You Should Be...Antagonized...
But It's Behind You- not inside.
It Wasn't A Miss
The Target Is Laid Aside
For A Faulty Promise
There's Morphine In My Cup
What If I don't Wake Up?)
what if you do.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 4:32pm
7th Mar 2015 4:32pm
Queen Of Other Things.
Fur And Broad Shoulders
Queen Of Other Things
Juggling Boulders
Heart Without The Strings
She Severed Them All.
Dark Shades Mask Her Eyes
Seeing's Believing
She Won't Believe Lies
The Soul's Dry Heaving
The Price To Walk Tall.
Day Kisses Her Cheek
Then Bids Her Farewell
To A Night So Bleak
She Sleeps Sound In Hell
Sweetness In The Fall.
Queen Of Other Things
Juggling Boulders
Heart Without The Strings
She Severed Them All.
Dark Shades Mask Her Eyes
Seeing's Believing
She Won't Believe Lies
The Soul's Dry Heaving
The Price To Walk Tall.
Day Kisses Her Cheek
Then Bids Her Farewell
To A Night So Bleak
She Sleeps Sound In Hell
Sweetness In The Fall.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Mar 2015 10:26pm
4th Mar 2015 10:26pm
Perfect Contentment.
Bourbon And Sweet Cream On Ice
Clatter Like Gently Tossed Dice
Rain's Mist Rises - I'm Okay.
Fogged Windows Glow Red And Blue
Inside Light's A Yellow Hue
Gray Dusk Sets In - I'm Okay.
Lost Eyes On The Exit Door
Calm Pacing Across The Floor
Indie Rhythm - I'm Okay.
Warm Broken-In Leather Seat
Slow, Blurred Traffic In The Street
God In The Air - I'm Okay.
March 14th Is Okay.
Clatter Like Gently Tossed Dice
Rain's Mist Rises - I'm Okay.
Fogged Windows Glow Red And Blue
Inside Light's A Yellow Hue
Gray Dusk Sets In - I'm Okay.
Lost Eyes On The Exit Door
Calm Pacing Across The Floor
Indie Rhythm - I'm Okay.
Warm Broken-In Leather Seat
Slow, Blurred Traffic In The Street
God In The Air - I'm Okay.
March 14th Is Okay.
570 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2015 1:40pm
24th Jan 2015 1:40pm
Play Ball
I Have A Love Whose Eyes Constantly Call
Like Forbidden Streams To One Who Drinks Gall
Fill My Pitcher And I'll Drink With A Sigh
Because Maybe It's Not So Bad To Die
I Have A Love Whose Voice Is My Pulse
Or One Induces The Other's Convulse
His Laughter Reverberates In My Chest
Like Chamber Music For An Honored Guest
I Have A Love Whose Smile Caresses
Whose Fine-Toothed Grin Combs My Tresses
Gentlemen's Lips Conceal A Beast's Sharp Smirk
Which Gnaws At My Being And Own Frame Work
I Have A Love Whose Outside Of My Court
And I...
Like Forbidden Streams To One Who Drinks Gall
Fill My Pitcher And I'll Drink With A Sigh
Because Maybe It's Not So Bad To Die
I Have A Love Whose Voice Is My Pulse
Or One Induces The Other's Convulse
His Laughter Reverberates In My Chest
Like Chamber Music For An Honored Guest
I Have A Love Whose Smile Caresses
Whose Fine-Toothed Grin Combs My Tresses
Gentlemen's Lips Conceal A Beast's Sharp Smirk
Which Gnaws At My Being And Own Frame Work
I Have A Love Whose Outside Of My Court
And I...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2015 00:08am
8th Jan 2015 00:08am
Mirage
A Black, Clear Cut In The Dessert Surface
The Land's Malady Becomes My Focus
(Where It Was Once Centered On Saving Face)
And From This Wound Swarms A Thousand Locusts
a river, pure and clean, swelling with life
restoration lies in it's fertile shores
so i sliver with a sidewinder's strife
with searing sand against my skin of sores
for years my blood has boiled under this sun
with no aid offered to ease my ailment
so, reckless water, to thy lie i run
and confirm my personal derailment
And I Plummet From The Edge Into Night
To A...
The Land's Malady Becomes My Focus
(Where It Was Once Centered On Saving Face)
And From This Wound Swarms A Thousand Locusts
a river, pure and clean, swelling with life
restoration lies in it's fertile shores
so i sliver with a sidewinder's strife
with searing sand against my skin of sores
for years my blood has boiled under this sun
with no aid offered to ease my ailment
so, reckless water, to thy lie i run
and confirm my personal derailment
And I Plummet From The Edge Into Night
To A...
721 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 2:25am
15th Dec 2014 2:25am
In Present Thought
The Night Is Forever Young
But I'm Getting Older
And With Age I Forget To Hold My Tongue
And With Age I'm Getting Bolder.
But I'm Getting Older
And With Age I Forget To Hold My Tongue
And With Age I'm Getting Bolder.
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 3:05pm
12th Dec 2014 3:05pm
Collars Are Not My Style
I'm Not A Pillar For The Prideful Sun
Which Poses As A Fixture In My Sky
But Is Merely A Burden On The Run
I Will Not Be The Basis For This Lie
I'm Not A Journal For The Child Moon
Who Rips Through My Pages With "Depression"
(That Which Is Found In Self-Pitying Gloom)
This Is An Unfavorable Impression
Please, Understand, You Beings Of Dim Light
That I Am Much More Than Your Low Servant
I Am The Heavenly Sphere That Is Night
And My Radiance Dawns On Those Deservant
I Am Space And Time: Forever Existant
Elements To...
Which Poses As A Fixture In My Sky
But Is Merely A Burden On The Run
I Will Not Be The Basis For This Lie
I'm Not A Journal For The Child Moon
Who Rips Through My Pages With "Depression"
(That Which Is Found In Self-Pitying Gloom)
This Is An Unfavorable Impression
Please, Understand, You Beings Of Dim Light
That I Am Much More Than Your Low Servant
I Am The Heavenly Sphere That Is Night
And My Radiance Dawns On Those Deservant
I Am Space And Time: Forever Existant
Elements To...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2014 5:04am
27th Nov 2014 5:04am
Garden Statue
Blood-Hued Blooms In My Rusted Copper Hair
I Picked Long Ago When My Skin Was Fair
From The Rose Gardens Of Venus's Face
In Hope That I Fall Victim To Love's Grace
Blood-Flecked Jade Eyes, Red With Ambitious Hope
Viewing Life's Pains Through A Kaleidoscope
Vivid LSD Dreams Are Here To Stay
And Violet Demons Lead Me Astray
Blood-Stained Mouth, Red Lipstick Slick As Black Oil
And The Vats In My Chest Begin To Boil
My Heated Tantrum Gives Way To Tarnish
Garden Vines Chip Away My Dull Varnish
Nature Reclaims That Which It...
I Picked Long Ago When My Skin Was Fair
From The Rose Gardens Of Venus's Face
In Hope That I Fall Victim To Love's Grace
Blood-Flecked Jade Eyes, Red With Ambitious Hope
Viewing Life's Pains Through A Kaleidoscope
Vivid LSD Dreams Are Here To Stay
And Violet Demons Lead Me Astray
Blood-Stained Mouth, Red Lipstick Slick As Black Oil
And The Vats In My Chest Begin To Boil
My Heated Tantrum Gives Way To Tarnish
Garden Vines Chip Away My Dull Varnish
Nature Reclaims That Which It...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 7:45pm
9th Nov 2014 7:45pm
The Temple and The Sacrifice
Silhouette, Black Against The Sun's Harsh Light
Let It Set, Let Me Fade Into The Night
And If I Know God, Then I'll Be Alright
I Know God, And I Will See Him Tonight
So When The Moon Rises, I Follow Him
I Need His Light, Because My Vision's Dim
'Til We Eclipse, And He Glares With Red Light
Then I Find, I'm All Alone In The Night
And To Dance Across Shattered Dreams And Glass
Is To Find New Hope In Losing Your Class
If I'm Here To Die Then I'll Wield The Knife
Because I Need Some Control In This Life
So, At Dawn's Break, Don't...
Let It Set, Let Me Fade Into The Night
And If I Know God, Then I'll Be Alright
I Know God, And I Will See Him Tonight
So When The Moon Rises, I Follow Him
I Need His Light, Because My Vision's Dim
'Til We Eclipse, And He Glares With Red Light
Then I Find, I'm All Alone In The Night
And To Dance Across Shattered Dreams And Glass
Is To Find New Hope In Losing Your Class
If I'm Here To Die Then I'll Wield The Knife
Because I Need Some Control In This Life
So, At Dawn's Break, Don't...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 7:38pm
9th Nov 2014 7:38pm
He Brings Me Violets
Anesthesia
Gripping Me Numb
Release My Mind
Render Me Dumb
Don't Let Me Wake
Don't Let Me Cry
And If Day Come
Then Let Me Die
As Morning Sighs
You're On My Mind
Rapture Is Here
I'm Left Behind
So I Breathe You In Like Sweet Comatose
Let Dawn's Light Fade In Violet Overdose
(blooming alone
dark sky flower
my eyes widen
this is my hour)
Gripping Me Numb
Release My Mind
Render Me Dumb
Don't Let Me Wake
Don't Let Me Cry
And If Day Come
Then Let Me Die
As Morning Sighs
You're On My Mind
Rapture Is Here
I'm Left Behind
So I Breathe You In Like Sweet Comatose
Let Dawn's Light Fade In Violet Overdose
(blooming alone
dark sky flower
my eyes widen
this is my hour)
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2014 00:53am
21st Oct 2014 00:53am
Last Rose Of Summer
Last Rose Of Summer, Flushed With Passion's Red
I Don't Care To Lose, For I'll Soon Be Dead
So Tenderly Caress My Faded Face
Hold My Tired Body In Your Embrace
Our Mingled Breath Visible, I Blush Hot
"Why Am I Doing This?" Why The Hell Not.
Death Is Not As Comforting As You'd Think
And I Need Something To Hold On Life's Brink
Yet You Cry Out And Draw Back Your Soft Hand
Too Soft To Fully Grasp A Pain So Grand
I See Your Blood Run Cold And Bid You Go
And Your Absence Quickly Gives Way To Snow
Product Of A Spring Night's...
I Don't Care To Lose, For I'll Soon Be Dead
So Tenderly Caress My Faded Face
Hold My Tired Body In Your Embrace
Our Mingled Breath Visible, I Blush Hot
"Why Am I Doing This?" Why The Hell Not.
Death Is Not As Comforting As You'd Think
And I Need Something To Hold On Life's Brink
Yet You Cry Out And Draw Back Your Soft Hand
Too Soft To Fully Grasp A Pain So Grand
I See Your Blood Run Cold And Bid You Go
And Your Absence Quickly Gives Way To Snow
Product Of A Spring Night's...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 1:57pm
7th Sep 2014 1:57pm
The Meaningless Means
It's day; My hair is matted with dawn's dew
I sigh, because I know it's nothing new
To wake up confused to a searing sun
Well, this time I'm going tell him I'm Done.
It's a vast desert here
Full of hot, exposed fear
All of which I well know
And I've come to let go
So I tread the hot ground
Anywhere but home bound
Let me run forever
In my great endeavor
To find the end of time
In the flip of a dime
I sigh, because I know it's nothing new
To wake up confused to a searing sun
Well, this time I'm going tell him I'm Done.
It's a vast desert here
Full of hot, exposed fear
All of which I well know
And I've come to let go
So I tread the hot ground
Anywhere but home bound
Let me run forever
In my great endeavor
To find the end of time
In the flip of a dime
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