Submissions by OSHarlequin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write of things both nightmarish and wondrous. I write of things that can mesmerize and traumatize. I write of things both good and evil. I write of the things in my mind, the outlandish realm that resides in my head.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2018 2:21pm
5th Jul 2018 2:21pm
Train Of Thought
When the bitter times come,
Like a winter in your life,
You may retreat into your mind,
You may board a dark train of thought,
Its windows blackened,
And smokestack spouting your old secrets.
It’s a runaway train,
Soaring along serpentine rails,
Built upon things you did and didn’t do,
Promises kept and promises broken,
Ideas fair and ideas forbidden,
It runs unabated despite your protests.
You descend further,
Your thoughts contort as if alive,
You travel further down the carriages,
Its booths full of lost...
Like a winter in your life,
You may retreat into your mind,
You may board a dark train of thought,
Its windows blackened,
And smokestack spouting your old secrets.
It’s a runaway train,
Soaring along serpentine rails,
Built upon things you did and didn’t do,
Promises kept and promises broken,
Ideas fair and ideas forbidden,
It runs unabated despite your protests.
You descend further,
Your thoughts contort as if alive,
You travel further down the carriages,
Its booths full of lost...
#anxiety
#dark
#WritersBlock #emotional
#WritersBlock #emotional
415 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2018 2:09pm
25th Jun 2018 2:09pm
Manhunter
#dark
#violence
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
505 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 6:42pm
18th Feb 2018 6:42pm
Accordion
The accordion plays on and on,
Its player masked and humbly attired,
An apocalyptic accordionist,
Tight-lipped and stoic,
Longing for the end of all things.
On and on,
The world falls apart,
Flames jig to the tune,
The land quakes to each note,
Civilization gives a final emphatic applause.
The world moves to an inaudible drum beat,
Waiting for its execution,
The noose tightened,
And the guillotine lifted,
An accordion at the end of the world.
Each keystroke is a crescendo,
Each scale is a finale,...
Its player masked and humbly attired,
An apocalyptic accordionist,
Tight-lipped and stoic,
Longing for the end of all things.
On and on,
The world falls apart,
Flames jig to the tune,
The land quakes to each note,
Civilization gives a final emphatic applause.
The world moves to an inaudible drum beat,
Waiting for its execution,
The noose tightened,
And the guillotine lifted,
An accordion at the end of the world.
Each keystroke is a crescendo,
Each scale is a finale,...
#dark
#evil
#shadows
#music
#tragedy
554 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2018 6:40pm
18th Feb 2018 6:40pm
Butchery
To most who look,
Poetry looks a glorious act,
A noble act,
But it’s a lie,
It is butchery,
I hack and cleave,
Words into prime cuts,
Punctuation into mince,
It is a foul process,
The table glistens with grease and crimson,
Exsanguinate the prose,
And remove narrative viscera,
Carve a strip of exposition there,
And rend from it superfluous fat,
My pen thirsts for more,
Boiling bones of expression,
Reducing them to grist for future ventures,
Everything is red,
The grisly work is done, ...
Poetry looks a glorious act,
A noble act,
But it’s a lie,
It is butchery,
I hack and cleave,
Words into prime cuts,
Punctuation into mince,
It is a foul process,
The table glistens with grease and crimson,
Exsanguinate the prose,
And remove narrative viscera,
Carve a strip of exposition there,
And rend from it superfluous fat,
My pen thirsts for more,
Boiling bones of expression,
Reducing them to grist for future ventures,
Everything is red,
The grisly work is done, ...
#dark
#dreams
#evil
#shadows
#SelfReflection
504 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2018 11:57am
15th Feb 2018 11:57am
Book of Nightmares
As I stare blankly at the page,
Me and my mind make a pact,
A pact with this book of nightmares,
This monster I put my pen to,
A sanctum for every horror that crosses my minds eye,
Or perhaps an asylum?
This is my unholy gift to you,
A window into my mind,
Full of horrors and abominations as it is,
I must continue to write regardless,
I must keep creating these literary monsters,
The book demands it.
I begin to write,
And the nightmares come out to play,
Letters and words creep from recesses,
Punctuation...
Me and my mind make a pact,
A pact with this book of nightmares,
This monster I put my pen to,
A sanctum for every horror that crosses my minds eye,
Or perhaps an asylum?
This is my unholy gift to you,
A window into my mind,
Full of horrors and abominations as it is,
I must continue to write regardless,
I must keep creating these literary monsters,
The book demands it.
I begin to write,
And the nightmares come out to play,
Letters and words creep from recesses,
Punctuation...
#dark
#shadows
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
532 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2018 11:56am
15th Feb 2018 11:56am
Clowns at the End
The clowns are here,
Playing in the nuclear winter,
Cracking jokes to corpses,
Juggling in acid rain,
Rotting balloon animal.
Waltzing in a firestorm,
Bowing to inaudible applause,
Giggling as the meteors descend,
Cannibal candyfloss.
We are the clowns at the end,
The only ones left.
Playing in the nuclear winter,
Cracking jokes to corpses,
Juggling in acid rain,
Rotting balloon animal.
Waltzing in a firestorm,
Bowing to inaudible applause,
Giggling as the meteors descend,
Cannibal candyfloss.
We are the clowns at the end,
The only ones left.
492 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2018 4:55pm
17th Jan 2018 4:55pm
Dirge of the Jester
There once was a court jester named Pimm,
Who did not quite much the life given unto him,
Cursed with a family ever so droll,
Our dear Pimm did elope,
Filled with vigor and hope,
While his family were eaten alive by a troll.
He found employ with a petty king,
King Rodric marveled at Pimms idyllic linguistic strings,
Pimm amused his court with elegant canticles and absurd dances,
He garnered attention from all of the court,
A fair lady did fawn as he did cavort,
Seeing our Pimms dramas as romantic advances.
The fair lady...
Who did not quite much the life given unto him,
Cursed with a family ever so droll,
Our dear Pimm did elope,
Filled with vigor and hope,
While his family were eaten alive by a troll.
He found employ with a petty king,
King Rodric marveled at Pimms idyllic linguistic strings,
Pimm amused his court with elegant canticles and absurd dances,
He garnered attention from all of the court,
A fair lady did fawn as he did cavort,
Seeing our Pimms dramas as romantic advances.
The fair lady...
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
561 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2018 4:53pm
17th Jan 2018 4:53pm
Regime
Hark!
Fall to your bloodstained knees,
Hear these words as you toil,
The clergy of oppression has spoken,
Protestant,
Catholic,
Or otherwise,
Seal your minds and follow our words.
God loves you,
Rationality is heresy,
Creativity is unholy,
Ideas are unhealthy,
Lovers are adulterous,
Progressives are witches,
Repeat after your clergy,
God loves you.
God cherishes you,
Bigotry is a strong faith,
Prejudice is your only shield,
Works of art are false idols,
Butchers of men are...
Fall to your bloodstained knees,
Hear these words as you toil,
The clergy of oppression has spoken,
Protestant,
Catholic,
Or otherwise,
Seal your minds and follow our words.
God loves you,
Rationality is heresy,
Creativity is unholy,
Ideas are unhealthy,
Lovers are adulterous,
Progressives are witches,
Repeat after your clergy,
God loves you.
God cherishes you,
Bigotry is a strong faith,
Prejudice is your only shield,
Works of art are false idols,
Butchers of men are...
#anger
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#parody
478 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2018 7:53am
15th Jan 2018 7:53am
Toy Box Blues
Oh little toy soldier,
Why do you cry?
Wooden hands held tight to your face,
Gluey tears oozing southward,
Unheard sobs in the toy box.
Oh little toy soldier,
What are you afraid of?
Build by corporate talons,
Driven onward by unfeeling authorities,
Led to fight for your spiteful toy box state.
Oh little toy soldier,
Grab your pop gun.
It is time to wage war,
On all of those other toy soldiers.
They are of different toy box colors.
Why do you cry?
Wooden hands held tight to your face,
Gluey tears oozing southward,
Unheard sobs in the toy box.
Oh little toy soldier,
What are you afraid of?
Build by corporate talons,
Driven onward by unfeeling authorities,
Led to fight for your spiteful toy box state.
Oh little toy soldier,
Grab your pop gun.
It is time to wage war,
On all of those other toy soldiers.
They are of different toy box colors.
#PopCulture
470 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2018 7:50am
15th Jan 2018 7:50am
The Wickerman
I once built a wickerman.
It was on the advice of a friend.
Or perhaps a foe.
I built it with blood and sweat,
Wood and charcoal,
Hopes and dreams.
A twisted focal point for my humanity.
I threw my whole self into it.
My hopes for the future.
My confidence.
My wanderlust.
My compassion.
My faith in humanity.
All laden with wood and rope,
Awaiting the hellfire,
Of my wickerman.
I unleashed the flames.
My hopes went up first,
Burning into melancholy.
My confidence followed suit,
I...
It was on the advice of a friend.
Or perhaps a foe.
I built it with blood and sweat,
Wood and charcoal,
Hopes and dreams.
A twisted focal point for my humanity.
I threw my whole self into it.
My hopes for the future.
My confidence.
My wanderlust.
My compassion.
My faith in humanity.
All laden with wood and rope,
Awaiting the hellfire,
Of my wickerman.
I unleashed the flames.
My hopes went up first,
Burning into melancholy.
My confidence followed suit,
I...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#gothic
#evil
549 reads
7 Comments
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