Submissions by Penknife (PK)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2022 9:24am
1st Mar 2022 9:24am
Impossible Love
Impossible love wont leave me alone.
impossible love, the only love I own
Impossible love, impossible to show.
impossible love, the only love I know.
Impossible love, tangled up in my mind
impossible love, the only love I can find
Impossible love, impossible to heal
Impossible love, the only love i feel
Impossible love wont leave me be
impossible love, the only love I see
Impossible love, impossible to speak
impossible love, the only love I seek.
impossible love wrapped around my dreams
Impossible love, the...
impossible love, the only love I own
Impossible love, impossible to show.
impossible love, the only love I know.
Impossible love, tangled up in my mind
impossible love, the only love I can find
Impossible love, impossible to heal
Impossible love, the only love i feel
Impossible love wont leave me be
impossible love, the only love I see
Impossible love, impossible to speak
impossible love, the only love I seek.
impossible love wrapped around my dreams
Impossible love, the...
#relationships
#heartbroken
208 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2018 3:52am
18th Oct 2018 3:52am
Ghosted
I'm soul searching in a soulless place.
Haunted by the ghost of your face
Hearing the words you never said
echoing in my swirling head.
I'm a captain searching in the dead of night
for a tall. striped house made out of light
but on paper made dreams, in a sea of ink
You just left my ship to sink.
For you're in darkness and cannot see
the torch of fire that carries me.
Though I am your twin, I am the flame.
that you douse out with hurt and shame.
From the wreckage I pull my homeless heart
in the knowledge that...
Haunted by the ghost of your face
Hearing the words you never said
echoing in my swirling head.
I'm a captain searching in the dead of night
for a tall. striped house made out of light
but on paper made dreams, in a sea of ink
You just left my ship to sink.
For you're in darkness and cannot see
the torch of fire that carries me.
Though I am your twin, I am the flame.
that you douse out with hurt and shame.
From the wreckage I pull my homeless heart
in the knowledge that...
#heartbroken
566 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Oct 2018 2:29pm
11th Oct 2018 2:29pm
Led by the blind
We are being led by the blind,
and can not see where we are going.
They say their way is best
but all their flaws are showing.
They instruct us not to question
They order us to stay in line.
but they are leading us far away
from the light of the divine.
And now the world's in darkness
but we keep on marching on,
fading into blackness
as we vanish one by one.
We need to break away!
but we don't know where to run.
So all we do is pray
and hope to see the sun.
And all...
and can not see where we are going.
They say their way is best
but all their flaws are showing.
They instruct us not to question
They order us to stay in line.
but they are leading us far away
from the light of the divine.
And now the world's in darkness
but we keep on marching on,
fading into blackness
as we vanish one by one.
We need to break away!
but we don't know where to run.
So all we do is pray
and hope to see the sun.
And all...
#politics
#spiritual
443 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2018 4:43am
10th Oct 2018 4:43am
Facades & Veneers
We live in a world made up of facades and Veneers
Where all is not what it appears.
We live in a world made up of truth and lies
both easy to twist and disguise.
and whether we follow our own or another's agenda
it is ever so easy to become a pretender.
and shelf the authentic self
in the name of triumph or surrender.
We live in a world made up of acknowledgments and denials
as we navigate our way through the tests and trials.
and in large numbers we can buy in or sell out
to any cause we are not even sure about.
...
Where all is not what it appears.
We live in a world made up of truth and lies
both easy to twist and disguise.
and whether we follow our own or another's agenda
it is ever so easy to become a pretender.
and shelf the authentic self
in the name of triumph or surrender.
We live in a world made up of acknowledgments and denials
as we navigate our way through the tests and trials.
and in large numbers we can buy in or sell out
to any cause we are not even sure about.
...
#God
#faith
#spiritual
492 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th May 2018 2:40pm
30th May 2018 2:40pm
Awaiting Justice
What went through your head
before she lay cold, stiff & dead
as her life ebbed away at your hands?
What was the last thing you said
before you took off her head
for failing to meet your demands?
Were you drunk on power
directing her final hour
and taking control of her fate?
Did your face turn sour?
As she began to cry & cower
beneath the wrath of your hate.
Did you give her the kiss of death
as you stole her final breath
on that cold & sinister night?
Did you feast upon her...
before she lay cold, stiff & dead
as her life ebbed away at your hands?
What was the last thing you said
before you took off her head
for failing to meet your demands?
Were you drunk on power
directing her final hour
and taking control of her fate?
Did your face turn sour?
As she began to cry & cower
beneath the wrath of your hate.
Did you give her the kiss of death
as you stole her final breath
on that cold & sinister night?
Did you feast upon her...
#murder
500 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
30th May 2018 2:39pm
30th May 2018 2:39pm
Old Mother Oak.
I see the tree
I made my church
When I needed to climb
closer to God.
I see the den
where I chose to hide
for being
weak and deep and odd.
I see the limbs
that used to carry me,
when I wanted to fall apart.
I see a wooden memory
carved upon my heart.
And remember listening
to music beneath the moon
or writing in the shade.
In my own little piece of Eden
where elves and fairies played.
And I remember reading stories
whilst hearing the birds sing.
and how her emerald locks...
I made my church
When I needed to climb
closer to God.
I see the den
where I chose to hide
for being
weak and deep and odd.
I see the limbs
that used to carry me,
when I wanted to fall apart.
I see a wooden memory
carved upon my heart.
And remember listening
to music beneath the moon
or writing in the shade.
In my own little piece of Eden
where elves and fairies played.
And I remember reading stories
whilst hearing the birds sing.
and how her emerald locks...
#death
#nature
495 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2018 10:34am
29th May 2018 10:34am
Broken Branches.
One last look at the sky
for the last thing I'll see is the ground
Like the sudden snapping of a branch
That's how my neck will sound.
Make sure the slip knots
prepared properly! Nice and strong
That way I'm out with the crunch
and not hanging about too long.
Let the birds listen to the creaking
The Raven and the crow
They can feast upon what's left leaking
As my body dangles to and fro.
I carved my suicide note in the tree
A chiseled broken heart
The...
for the last thing I'll see is the ground
Like the sudden snapping of a branch
That's how my neck will sound.
Make sure the slip knots
prepared properly! Nice and strong
That way I'm out with the crunch
and not hanging about too long.
Let the birds listen to the creaking
The Raven and the crow
They can feast upon what's left leaking
As my body dangles to and fro.
I carved my suicide note in the tree
A chiseled broken heart
The...
#suicide
573 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2018 11:16am
28th May 2018 11:16am
The Dungeon of The Disillusioned.
My Mind became a playpen.
Inside, my tiny friends.
We created more of us
in magic landscapes without ends.
My playpen became a world
As reality faded away.
I played in here for hours
but I got locked in one day.
My world became a dungeon
My only friends are apparitions.
Love is but a mirage in a desert
of voices and visions.
My dungeon turned upside down
in a frantic search for the key!
Beneath puzzle pieces and crumpled up paper
breathes the real me. ...
Inside, my tiny friends.
We created more of us
in magic landscapes without ends.
My playpen became a world
As reality faded away.
I played in here for hours
but I got locked in one day.
My world became a dungeon
My only friends are apparitions.
Love is but a mirage in a desert
of voices and visions.
My dungeon turned upside down
in a frantic search for the key!
Beneath puzzle pieces and crumpled up paper
breathes the real me. ...
#MentalHealth
461 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th May 2018 11:10am
28th May 2018 11:10am
Rock, Paper, Scissors
THE GAME -
Remember rock, paper, scissors
that innocent game we used to play.
Now the words all hold new meaning
and the shame wont go away.
ROCK -
A closed fist used to block.
You used to be my rock!
but now I sit shaking and
watching the clock.
Aching and breaking for
a different rock.
PAPER -
An open hand used to save.
It broke my heart to see yours wave.
My dreams go up in smoke
with me behind flame and vapour!
I'll beg, steal, borrow
do anything to...
Remember rock, paper, scissors
that innocent game we used to play.
Now the words all hold new meaning
and the shame wont go away.
ROCK -
A closed fist used to block.
You used to be my rock!
but now I sit shaking and
watching the clock.
Aching and breaking for
a different rock.
PAPER -
An open hand used to save.
It broke my heart to see yours wave.
My dreams go up in smoke
with me behind flame and vapour!
I'll beg, steal, borrow
do anything to...
#drugs
567 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th May 2018 6:52pm
27th May 2018 6:52pm
Hurt me like you mean it.
#depression
#abuse
651 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2018 4:38pm
27th May 2018 4:38pm
Butterflies & Spiderwebs
Hmm, a spiderweb is no place for a butterfly
warned the harvastman!
Do not fly in and out of open traps
simply because you can.
Plenty o' painted lady
hath landed here
'Tis with their souls
I wove the atmosphere.
Hmm, if you like the lines
you follow the thread.
You already feel bored and hollow
and so left for dead.
enough said!
I was once a butterfly
before I became a moth
believe it or not I was once
a man of the cloth
Silken coffins are where the choir sings ...
warned the harvastman!
Do not fly in and out of open traps
simply because you can.
Plenty o' painted lady
hath landed here
'Tis with their souls
I wove the atmosphere.
Hmm, if you like the lines
you follow the thread.
You already feel bored and hollow
and so left for dead.
enough said!
I was once a butterfly
before I became a moth
believe it or not I was once
a man of the cloth
Silken coffins are where the choir sings ...
#dark
#death
#butterfly #narrative
#butterfly #narrative
532 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2018 8:29am
1st Jan 2018 8:29am
The Aftermath. (please read in slow motion)
Out of reach from unwanted touch
Free from speech that hurts too much.
Out of chaos and into peace
Feeling the tension begin to release.
Free from feeling the need to please
Breathing comfortably and with ease.
Body relaxed not harmed and used
Mind is clear not disarmed then confused.
Free from being judged, envied and tormented
Poked and prodded until demented
Free to hear my inner voice speak
Feeling strong not broken and weak.
Free from repetition and manipulation
Focused on creator and...
Free from speech that hurts too much.
Out of chaos and into peace
Feeling the tension begin to release.
Free from feeling the need to please
Breathing comfortably and with ease.
Body relaxed not harmed and used
Mind is clear not disarmed then confused.
Free from being judged, envied and tormented
Poked and prodded until demented
Free to hear my inner voice speak
Feeling strong not broken and weak.
Free from repetition and manipulation
Focused on creator and...
565 reads
5 Comments
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